#daddy!ari levinson × woc!reader

[janesaridoll]

Falling for him; part 2

Pairing || stripper!woc!reader x mob!Ari levinson

Summary || is willingly being in his life a trap? Is accepting him is wrong?

Genera || angst, fluff

Warnings || mention of strip club, Sexual-assault- mention of guns - cheating(not on reader). Somehow dark?

Word count || 2,802

Part 1

“Whatever it takes”

Staring at the piece of paper in your hands, flipping it over and over, leaving it on the table then picking it up again, folding it between your books then then pulling it out to stare at it again. Putting it in weird places only for you to find it the next day without remembering putting it there in the first place.

You're feeling the effects of how much money you have in your control. It is so heavy that you can't imagine how wealthy people manage it.

Saying ‘yes’ to him having you, ‘yes’ to him loving you, taking care of you, and treating you properly the way you deserve to be treated will earn you five million dollars.

It's now been two weeks, and you need to decide—a decision that will completely alter the course of your life.

You feel shame for even thinking about accepting his offer. Sure, you work at a strip club but stripping was never a choice, in your situation it was a need, a necessity for you to live.

At first, you were scared to think about stripping off and dancing for old, scary drunk men who might actually hurt you. But thankfully, you overcame it all on your own and you have lived.

When you first met Ari, he was a regular with one of the girls, he would meet her every two weeks. until one day you arrived at work to learn that his girl had run off with someone, he then was assigned to you and became your problem.

You've never seen him before at the club; all you know about him is who he is and what he does for a living. He was a generous man and surprisingly kind to you as a result of your caution with him, compliance with his requests, and total lack of argument or upsetting him in any manner.

Months later, you started to sense a heavy, profound attraction to him that you were unable to pinpoint the beginning of. Coming into work was more than simply for earning money, you would look forward to the day he would show up for you. You knew that you love him no matter what. Soon enough you started to met outside of the club, he took you to his casino, introducing you to his most loyal men and his business partner.

You've at last discovered someone who doesn't care what you do for a living and accepts you for who you are. After your mother passed away, he was the first person you confided in.

You once lived in the finest neighborhood, attended the best school, and had a large social circle. Your mother was a stay-at-home mother, while your father worked as a real estate agent.

You were that spoiled girl who her cousins were envious of; your mother was your best friend; and you were your daddy's sweet princess.

That lasted until your dad had an affair with one of your mother's friends. He came clean with your mother, not to seek for forgiveness but to want a divorce because he wanted to wed his lover; his exact words were "I love Hannah and I want to build a new family with Her."

It was difficult for a ten-year-old to hear that, and it was heartbreaking to learn that your dad had so simply replaced both you and your mother with another woman.

Soon after, you moved in with your mother in a tiny apartment. She was heartbroken about being replaced after fifteen years of marriage and after having a child together, and you can't even remember how many times you saw her crying in her bed.

But it didn't take her long to get back on her feet and support her family; after a few weeks of looking for work, your mom began working for an elderly woman who runs a tailor shop. Ms. Julian gave your mom flexible shifts and helped a lot with you; you spent a lot of time at her shop because your mom couldn't afford a babysitter.

Your mother earned enough money to maintain you both while your father continued to pay for your education and send a child support payment each month.

You continued to see him, and at first everything was normal. He took you out to lunch with him and bought you toys before bringing you back to your house. However, years later, after he and his wife had a total of three children, he stopped paying attention to you.

Being around him was more than flesh and blood can stand; it hurt you beyond repair. By the time you were old enough to recognize your father's favoritism, you stopped going to him and blocked his number. In some cases, he even forgot to pick you up from school when it was his turn to do so. One of your teachers ended up taking you home.

When you turned nineteen, your mom was diagnosed with stage three leukemia، you were just beginning college, so you left to be with her and support her. It was heartbreaking to see her in such pain and be helpless to stop it. At the time, you wanted someone to be with you because you felt alone and helpless.

A year after her treatment she collapsed due to the new treatment not working out because of her weak body. She died quietly in your arms a month later.

That was the second breaking point for you; you recalled spending days sleeping in her room while telling yourself that you need to gain a sense of her presence before all traces of her disappears.

You were unable to return to school because you had to spend all of your savings on your mother's medical expenses. Yet, half of the amount were unpaid.

You used the money you saved by stripping to pay for necessities like your rent, water and electricity, transportation, food, and drinks. You couldn't save enough money to pay for your mom's medical expenses or to put yourself through college

You could have benefited from having a cheque for $5 million in more ways than you can imagine, including, your mother's medical bills, paying for college tuition, getting into the school of your choice, and becoming the lawyer you've always wanted to be.

The harassment you experience on public transportation could be avoided if you spent the money on a car. You could afford a lovely apartment and spend your days with the person you love enjoying the life you've always desired.

A deep voice in the back of your head telling you to be selfish; you deserve it. You can't live your entire life as a stripper.

Standing in front of his casino, you came to this place before, very frequently. When Ari made a bad deal and needed to vent his rage on someone, sex was usually the best option.

You were dressed in the nice black dress he had bought you, paired with matching black heels, and wearing your beige coat to keep your warm.

The large, tall man who stood in front of the door saw you and opened it for you. You were met by the strong aroma of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke. As you looked around, you noticed that everyone in the room was a politician or a business owner, celebrities you only see on TV.

You recall how to get to his office. You moved up the stairs. As you reached the top, a woman's loud laughter caught your attention.You turned to see a few of Ari's friends seated around the table.

One of Ari's guards called out, "Ms. y/l/n," and you glanced at him and said, "Yes”

“Follow me please," he led you to Ari's office, opening the door for you. When you entered, you looked back at the guard "He will be here in a minute," and you merely nodded. He left you after closing the office door.

Every thought is competing with one another, and the only sound you can hear is the loud pounding of your heart. You just wanted to scream to turn off your brain, and you wanted your heart and mind to agree on what you should do next. Your anxiety is increasing every minute.

After waiting for ten minutes, the door finally opened to reveal an eager man behind it. His face was as red as the couch behind you, his hair was messy, and he had no gun on him. His white dress shirt was stained with blood, and his bruised knuckles were proof that he had been punching someone. Was this the sweetest man you had ever met?

“have a set, angel eyes” you didn’t even notice you didn’t sit down since you came to his office, you sat on the couch, your hand clutching to your purse for dear life, looking down at your feet.

He waited for you to begin as he sat in front of you. He is ready for whatever you say.

“This money” you took a deep breath “a—god— I don’t know what to say”

“You want more?” He simply asked, like you just asked him for more food in your plate.

“NO!” You quickly told him, you sighed again “this money would save my life right now” a tear fall down your cheeks, admitting it out loud is not like thinking it.

When you finally met his eyes, you said, "I could pay my mom's bill, I could finally go to college and pursue my ambitions”

Until today, you had no idea how someone might fall in love or how his eyes could reveal it, but you can already see it in his eyes. He showed you a different kind of love than you had ever felt.

"I can't accept it if I know it will ruin someone's life; I can't ruin your wife's life, or your daughter's life, as much as I want this money, or at least a fourth of it."

He sighed loudly and stood up from his chair to sit beside you on the couch, He rotated his body to face you so that you had his full focus. He asked your permission before placing his hand on your thighs, you didn’t react which gave him the okay to do so.

“I divorced her” he told you simply in such a quiet way like it’s nothing,

You got quite for a second, did you actually do it? Did you ruin the innocent girl’s life? Did you ruin her mother’s life? Like what happened to yours?

“W-why?” The longer he grew quiet, the more you feared his response.

He said, "She asked for it," hoping you would just accept him.

“I didn't hesitate though” he said as he stared down at his bare finger on your thigh.

You touched his hand on your thigh, where he was looking for a minute now, wanting to get his attention “don’t lie to me, Ari”

"I'm not" Once his eyes caught yours once again, all you wanted to do now is kiss him. You wished you had met Him under different circumstances “she’s pregnant with someone else’s child”

“Did you hurt her?” You worriedly questioned, if he did hurt the mother of his daughter, god knows what he will do to you. His answer to this question will determine everything.

“No, never” getting closer and closer to you “I didn't expect her to stay faithful to me; her father forced her to marry me. she didn’t have a choice we weren’t meant to be” he explained “i just let her go,” he continued “So for fuck sake, just accept this money and come with me”

“What about your daughter?” The heat of his body are radiating into yours, making you feeling warmer. You long for the sensation of his body pressing up against yours.

Your lips were almost in contact with his as he said, "She's my top priority, then you, nothing else in between”

“i don’t want to be hurt again”

“You won’t” he assured.

“Do you really want me?”

“Oh angel eyes, you have no idea what would i do to make you mine” His hands brushed over your cheeks as he wiped away your tears, his thumb touched your bottom lip, and your eyes never left his.

Finally, he launched himself at you while holding you even closer with his hands wrapped around your torso. Heat erupted in your chest at the sensation of his lips pressing against yours. The next time you breathed, you felt the brokenness inside of you disperse and you lost awareness of your surroundings.

His perfume's distinctive, pricey fragrance. was unsettling. Your stomach bursts in flames with butterflies. His white shirt's collar is tightly gripped by your hands, drawing him nearer to you.

He only broke the kiss when you both needed to breathe. He leans forward, pressing your forehead to his while you both breathed simultaneously.

He sighed “i’m going to take every tear you dropped and turn them into laughs for the rest of your life”

Your palm caressed his cheeks as you opened your eyes to discover his blue eyes smiling back at you. You smiled lightly as tears continued to fall.

“you promise?”

"Reach to my right pocket," he said while grinning at you.

your hand is resting on the fabric of his suit, You gave him an odd look. You reached inside his pocket and pulled out a velvet black box, you knew exactly what was waiting you inside.

With your lips as wide as the letter ‘O’ ,you stared stunningly at him but refrained from peering inside.

"I really want you, Crystal, and the money is merely there to save you. But this ring—this ring is for you to be mine forever and I'll be yours,” he said, gesturing to the box in between your hands.

You looked at him again “if I agreed to this, what will change?

He declared without any hesitation "You're going to be my wife, and you'll have my last name; you'll be Mrs. Levinson.”

God, Mrs. Levinson, you really love the sound of it.

He continued “you said you wanted to go to law school? You’re are going to do that baby, you’re going to be the best lawyer”

He remembered! you find it hard to believe. He recalled asking you in one of his first private sessions about your dreams, and you remembered telling him about all of them

“I don’t want you to regret anything, Ari” your voice is a little bit shaking.

His hand is still around you, caressing your hips while his finger presses against your skin, "I've never been more sure of anything more than this in my life, Angel eyes."

You opened the box, looking inside at the most stunning ring you have ever seen, It must be more expensive than the cheque he gave you.

You spent a long time examining the ring in front of you, It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. If you said yes, it is yours.

"It must be expensive." You remarked, “no it’s not” He answered right instantly, dispelling any concerns you could have had about him spoiling you excessively. It's just getting started, sweetheart.

You took the ring out of the box and carefully examined it before turning to face Ari and said, "We need to take things slow, for your daughter."

“Obviously, she needs time to adjust to this new situation, as much as I want you to meet her”

You nodded your head repeatedly agreeing with him, “we will do things my way.” you looked at him sternly “you won’t disrespect me ever, Ari, I’ll use what i need from the money and i’ll return back what I don’t use”

“You don’t have t-“ he replied.

“I need to, please” you interpreted him, he sighed but nodded anyway, he just had you; there's no way he's ruining that for himself

You gave him the ring after giving him a nod. He put it on your finger while grinning broadly. He kissed your hands, and you massaged his cheeks one more before giving him a sweet and adoring kiss.

“People like me had warned me about falling in love. It dangerous, it only will bring us weaker. Yet, we all did it, and i have never been happier, i love you ya ruhi” he whispered to you

“It been long time since i have been this happy, i love you Ari”

He kissed you again, and as the night went on you realised Ari is nothing like your dad, he won’t hurt you, he won’t leave.

Turns out, falling for the dangerous man is not as bad as you think, he’s the monster who will die to protect you and you know it by heart.

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Translation:

Ya ruhi = My soul

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@maylaysia109

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[geminixevans-stan]

What are you doing if this man said 'time to be punished, follow me'?

I could always link to where he's actually punished reader but where's the fun in that?! Let's get a fresh one going shall we? 🙃

Obviously Thicc Daddy Exudes BDE so when he says something, he means it.

You decided to mouth off to him for the last time this week and he was ready to show you what comes with having a big mouth.

So while you sit in the living room on pins and needles on the inside, you remain cool on the outside.

You're not fooling anyone when you do that and he can see right through you at this point.

His heavy footsteps can be heard getting closer to the room that you're occupying and your heart is about to leap out of your chest.

But you want to put on a front and act like none of this bothers you.

The second he makes it in your sight, you're confused at why he's smiling so big.

Because when he told you to come over earlier, it sounded like he meant business.

So why was he smiling like he just won the freaking lottery?

"Darlin'..." His smooth voice causing the hairs on your neck stand up.

Ari only called you that when you were in deep deep shit. Your face drops at, fingers fidgeting as you try to muster up the will to speak.

Of course he sees the nervousness set in and he knows he has you where he wants you. With a soft chuckle, he looks straight in your direction, "What's the matta Darlin'? Was expectin' to hear that big mouth of yahrs.."

The smug bastard knew what your triggers were and it was so much fun seeing you go from unbothered to a ball of nerves.

You open and close your mouth once... twice.. and still nothing. Ari was getting more and more excited and it only spurred him on.

"Well darlin', looks like the cat got your tongue," he chuckles darkly, pulling his favorite paddle and your ball gag from behind his back, "Let's see how long you stay quiet after 50 swats from Ol' Faithful."

Your eye's widen, mouth flying open as you screech, "No! Anything... Anything but that one," you knew exactly what that paddle could do. Matter fact, you could still feel the sting from it from last time.

Hook... Line... and... Sinker

It was like music to his ears when he heard you say 'Anything' and he knew that it was about to a very long night.

Ari took a long look at the floor, letting his eyes travel back up to your face, "Anything huh Darlin'? Shoulda nevah said that," he says in a low gravely tone.

Fuck

You wanted to slap yourself for being so desperate but you had already fucked up more than once.

Ari kept those Crystal blues on your pretty face, saying one word -- name that made your heart drop.

"Drysdale! Get out here," he calls out. Ari smirks at you as his close friend, steps up from behind him, giving you a knowing smile, "Time to be punished Darlin'," crooking his finger and motioning you over, "Follow us.."

#gemanswers♥ #Thicc Daddy Ari #ari levinson #Ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x woc!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson blurb

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𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲: Once upon a time, in the shiny pearly gates of an elite residential community not long ago - lived our dear sweet y/n Beaudelaire. A revengeful Juliet, a woeful princess within the lavish parts of these aristocratic folk. What will happen when she meets again with her once Romeo now fiend in the lovely auspicious event of her graduation party? Especially when she’s out for his head.  ��

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

— 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤: a night of dirty dancing with two lovesick strangers leads you to you inviting them into your home and into your heart.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — pomegranate kisses ๑ strawberry lipstick ๑ garden of desire — work in progress!

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟: A white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. Sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

— 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞: Getting tired of the same old kisses as the only form of intimacy in this scandalous relationship between you and your new neighbor. A regular day of sunbathing, cloud watching and chewing on lemon strawberry mentos by your poolside isn’t the only thing on your mind when you call Mister Levinson over. Hopefully you’ll keep this relationship a secret...

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞: Ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival.

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫: Your daddy bear takes you out on a picnic!

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬: Ari Levinson takes his little ones out to the beach to enjoy a day full of swimming in the sparkling sea, making opulent sand palaces, and not having to choose between seashell crowns and seaweed necklaces.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲: Makeovers and movies are always so fun! Especially when you’re experimenting with Ari on not just eyeshadow palettes and lipglosses but sex positions to.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩: You’ve been a good girl all day and as the rules follow, good girls deserve treats.

— 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬! You’ve been testing Ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛: Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: after calming you down from an anxiety attack, Ari helps you soothe from any remaining stresses with cookies.

— 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦: you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s driving you from staying up past your bedtime.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩: a sweet sunday riddles with seemingly endless chores finishes with victory sundaes. that is, if you haven’t been such a rotten brat.

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤: jealousy is a slow and painful death for you when it spikes your heart but Ari reminds you who his heart belongs to.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬: sneaking some cake when you’re not suppose to leads to major consequences.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 #ari levinson #ari levinson × reader #ari levinson × fem!reader #ari levinson × black!reader #ari levinson × woc!reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson angst #ari levinson headcannon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson oneshot #daddy!ari levinson #daddy!ari levinson × little!reader

[bisexualmusical]

Pt.2 of my favorite reads

(Some stories contain dd/lg and majority contain smut. If you are not comfortable with these please do not read!)

MINORS DNI!!!!!!

*New Rules' and Ticking Clock* go to Steve Rogers' and Andy Barber masterlist for chapter list (same for red as blood*

@strawbeariefaerie

Daddy!Stucky with artist!reader ~Stucky

Brutal Baby! ~Stucky

Honey Bear ~Ari Levinson

Sucker for your lolipop ~Ari Levinson

@agentofbarnes

The Barnes' (au) ~Bucky Barnes

Young and Free (au) ~Bucky Barnes

Lights, camera, action! (Au) ~Chris Evans

Dumb ~Chris Evans

Heart of The Ocean ~Ransom Drysdale

Dark Side ~Steve Rogers

@msmarvelwrites

Sleeping With Ghosts ~Bucky Barnes

Unwell ~Bucky Barnes

@syntheticavenger

*New Rules (prologue) ~Steve Rogers

Time to Run series masterlist ~Steve Rogers

Redemption ~Ransom Drysdale

*Ticking Clock (ch.1) ~Andy Barber

@thanatosfic WOC! READER

Compliance ~Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes VERY DARK!!!

*Red as Blood (prologue) ~Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Bloodbound 1 ~Stucky x reader x Wanda Maximoff

#woc!reader #marvel #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #eerie #marvel smut #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #smut

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It’s that time again my dudes! I actually thought I’d not read as much in July but boy was I wrong! As always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 

Make sure you give these incredible writer’s some love and reblogs because they deserve the damn world! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💖💖

✨ @jobean12-blog

*Boys in bed with books

The staring contest (Bucky x reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Anonymous (Andy Barber x female reader)

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Deception (Soft Dark! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

✨ @mypoisonedvine

Seven against one (dark!Howling Commandos x reader)

✨ @gogolucky13

*Southpaw (boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Tainted love (70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!Reader)

Don't fear the reaper (WS!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Destroy (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

*Howling commandos tattoo au (Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers)

✨ @tuiccim

*Positions and pleasures (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

✨ @bucksfucks

Dead of night (bucky barnes/winter soldier x f!reader)

Mr brightside (ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader)

Forbidden fruit (dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader)

Left gasping for air (bucky barnes x f!reader)

*The bodyguard (bodyguard!bucky x stark!reader (adopted))

*Fake boyfriend real orgasms (roommate!bucky x f!reader)

✨ @lex-the-flex

Catnip (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

*What a night (Bucky Barnes x Reader (TFATWS))

✨ @wkemeup

Suburbia (bucky x reader)

✨ @nastybuckybarnes

*Madness (Dark!Steve X Reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Insomnia / daydream (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Who's your daddy (Destroyer!Chris x Reader)

✨ @extremelyblackandwhite

*Innocence (bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader)

✨ @cockslut-padalecki

When daddy's not around (DadsBestFriend!Bucky x F!Reader)

✨ @metalbuckaroo

Diner (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader)

To the edge (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)

✨ @buckyhoney

The bar rules (bartender!bucky x reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Zero-sum game (Dark!SilverFox Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Fight so dirty (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)

Tied up and twisted (soft!dark CEO!Steve Rogers x fem!reader)

✨ @geminixevans

His cherry (Andy Barber x Black Reader)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Jealous boy (Jake Jensen x female reader)

✨ @dreamlessinparis

Lessons in temptation (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Misconceptions (Ransom Drysdale x female!reader)

*Necessary arrangements 

Just desserts (Steve Rogers x female!reader)

✨ @msmarvelwrites

Sleeping with ghosts (Bucky x assassin!reader)

✨ @buckys-darling

Soft skin, soft eyes (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @buckyjamess

*Girl with the lion (detective!bucky barnes x female!reader)

✨ @starbuckie

In two years (college!bestfriend’sbrother!bucky barnes x reader)

✨ @imanuglywombat

Comme Trois Lapins Qui Baisent (AU Steve Rogers x Reader x Peggy Carter)

✨ @chouettedubois

If I only had a heart (Bucky x f!Reader)

✨ @lokithealligator

*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @marvelswh0re

All in good time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

✨ @sweetflowerdreams

*The lunch club (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @certainaesthetic

*Back and forth (roommate!steve x woc!reader)

✨ @ritesofreverie

Nobody does it like you do (divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Come here and show me (Beefy lumberjack Steve x reader)

✨ @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Need you tonight (Andy Barber x Reader x Chris (Destroyer))

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

All yours (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @holdontorogers

*Will you teach me (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)

✨ @boxofbonesfic

Judge & jury (Serial Killer!Steve x Reader)

✨@labella420

Unexpected showers (Business CEO!Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Mistakes (Bodyguard!Sam Wilson x Black F!Reader)

✨ @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Something different (Steve Rogers x Reader x Thor)

✨ @sinner-as-saint

Yes daddy (Sambucky x Reader)

✨ @buckybarneschokeme

If you could see what I see (Soft!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @mysecretlittlelibrary

Teaching and old dog new tricks (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @starlightrogers

The first time (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @river-soul

Shelter (Soft Dark!Curtis Everett x Reader)

 ✨ @holacia2

Goodbye kisses (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @sagechanoafterdark

Toys in the attic (Bucky x reader)

✨ @thefallenbibliophilequote

Forever (Bucky x Reader)

#fic rec #July fic recs #Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #curtis everett #Curtis Everett x reader #Steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #Andy barber #Andy Barber x reader #destroyer!chris #destroyer!chris x reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen

[onsunnyside]

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

#crossovers #crossover fic rec #fic rec #Steve rogers #chris evans #ari levinson #Andy barber #ransom drysdale #Jake jensen #Jake wyler #Johnny storm #frank adler #mr freezy #Robert pronge #curtis everett #mike weiss #chris evans characters #fic reccomendations #fic recs #fic recommendations #crossover masterlist #crossover masterpost

[spookiekewchie]

I posted 3,928 times in 2021

551 posts created (14%)

3377 posts reblogged (86%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.1 posts.

I added 1,957 tags in 2021

#fic recs - 634 posts

#thirsting on main - 437 posts

#reblogging a reblog - 309 posts

#chris evans - 157 posts

#trilla writes - 76 posts

#woc!reader - 70 posts

#black!reader - 70 posts

#shameless reblog - 70 posts

#sebastian stan - 68 posts

#trilla answers - 66 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and meanwhile little angel is having a bad day and she’s missing him so she does a whole summoning ritual just for a hug (and maybe some d)

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

⛓Kinktober 2021- cumswapping⛓

—oh i can taste it on the tip of my tongue...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Bucky Barnes x black!reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: You just wanted to take care of your boys, and they decide to take care of you in return.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: cumswapping, housewife kink, nicknames (sweets & angel),  oral ( f receiving), inappropriate use of a metal hand, handjobs, fingering, overstimulation, steve and bucky are fiends, squirting, spitting (in someone's mouth), general language warning, steve and bucky's filthy mouths

A/N:  So I realized I hadn't written Steve and Bucky in a threesome yet and that just felt like a crime. Soooo have DAY ELEVEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

458 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 04:20:51 GMT

#4

⛓kinktober 2021- biting/marking⛓

—take a bite of me, show me your teeth...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Eddie Brock x woc!reader (ft. Venom)

Summary: You leave your mark on Eddie, and Venom leaves theirs on you.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: general language warning, biting, leaving marks, petnames (morsel, babe), double penetration, pegging (technically I think??), monsterfucking (by venom's tentacles??? tendrils??? what do we call it??), Venom inside the reader (using her as the host and some mentions of venom presenting partially), choking, Eddie is a bit of a bottom in this one, gagging with fingers (blink and you'll miss it), squirting, multiple orgasms, some slight pain play, Venom being a menace.

A/N:  DAY TEN OF KINKTOBER, and its still monsterfucker hours bitches! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

638 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 10:08:46 GMT

#3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Druig x woc!reader x Makkari

Summary: the one where you know you fucked up…

Word Count: 380

Warnings: general language warning, implied future smut, pet names (dru calls the reader pretty girl) DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS

A/N: No title because I’m mobile and don’t feel like thinking that hard. made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

728 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 22:10:50 GMT

#2

On The Way...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ari Levinson x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: When Ransom acts up it's on Ari to come through and help you take your mind off it.

Word Count: 7.6k+ (don't judge me)

Warnings: general language warning, suggestive language, cheating (reader and Ransom cheat on each other), drinking, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, choking, daddy kink (just the name used), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, crying, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, Ransom being an idiot, idiot ex girlfriends, mentions of jealousy, petnames (ari calls reader Tink as a nickname. for clarification it's more to do with the fact that he's bigger than her stature wise and can easily overpower her. the nickname does not imply petiteness in this instance.)

A/N:  All mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

895 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 07:53:03 GMT

#1

⛓kinktober 2021- somnophilia⛓

—my wicked tongue, where will it be?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Venom x woc!reader

Summary: He just wants a taste, no need to wake you up for that.

Word Count: 777

Warnings: general language warning, somnophilia, cunnilingus, venom shows what that mouf do, tongue fucking, restraints (by venom's tentacles??? tendrils??? what do we call it??), petnames (morsel), mentions of eddie

A/N:  DAY NINE OF KINKTOBER, and its monsterfucker hours bitches! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

972 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 03:15:22 GMT

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[cevansbrat0007]

The Camping Trip

Summary: The boys insist on taking you and the girls for a camping trip. Something you all despise. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Curtis Everett x WOC!OFC, Ari Levinson x WOC!OFC

Warnings: Sexy/Worried Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Difficult Reader, Difficult OFCs, Camping, Nature, Smut (implied), Spanking (implied), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: So I have no clue of this is the start of a new series or if the result of medication, lol. Hope you enjoy. Please send feedback. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

“The answer is no.” Andy’s face is one of pure exasperation as he follows you from room to room.

“But it’ll be fun! I promise and -“ Your man pleads.

“No.”

District Attorney or not, this man was real close to getting poked in the eye. But knowing him, he’d probably think it was some kind of kinky foreplay.

“Well, why the hell not?” He growls.

“Argh!” You give up to trying fold kitchen towels. “Because black people don’t camp, damn it!” You huff.

Like, how did this man not know this?

“Oh, that’s ridiculous!” Andy throws his hands up. “I’m sure there a plenty of - of - of black people who enjoy the peace and calm of the wilderness.”

Your hands go to your hips. “Name three that you even know.”

Your boyfriend just blinks down at you. So you blink up at him right back.

“I don’t do nature, Andrew. Or heat. Or humidity. Okay? My ancestors fought and died for my right to enjoy the benefits of air conditioning.” You turn your nose up at him before spinning on your heel and walking away.

“And if I were you, I’d finish folding those towels and the rest of that laundry if you want any of this sweet “good good” tonight!” You call over your shoulder.

Andy stares at your retreating form, a tick forming in his jaw.

Oh, his sweet girl was going camping with him, whether she liked it or not. And she had better not try to withhold her “good good” from either.

“Tell me what she’s not gonna do.” He mumbles as he begins folding towels. “I run things around here. Not her fine ass. And another thing…”

On and on he goes as he moves on to the next bin of laundry.

Two Days Later…

You've been giving your man the silent treatment for the better part of the day.

“Baby,” he goes to rest his large, calloused hand on the soft skin of your bare knee. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise you’re gonna have fun.”

Instead of responding, you let out a “hmph” and continue staring out the window, still unhappy with the fact that your beloved Andy had manhandled you into the car in the first place.

Handsome jerk.

“I promise you’ll be perfectly safe. Besides, it won’t just be us there. Ari's bringing Story, and Curtis and Ruby are coming along too.”

“Oh, yippie.” You grumble.

“Hey,” that same hand squeezes your thigh. “Please promise Daddy that you’re going to keep an open mind about this, okay?” His tone holds a mix of playfulness and authority.

“Yes, sir. I promise to keep an open mind in case I have to sacrifice you to a bear.”

“Huh?!”

“Wake me when we get to hell - I mean to the campsite.” And with that, you drift off to sleep. Meanwhile, Andy just shakes his head and goes back to concentrating on the road.

Andy gently nudges you awake when you finally arrive at the site. It appears the two of you are the last to get there.

Hopping out of the car, you wave at the guys before immediately striding over to Ruby and Story, who look just as happy as you are.

“Well hello, ladies. And welcome to the wonderful world of nature!” You spread your arms wide and do a little spin.

Yes, welcome to the wonderful world of poison ivy, snakes, pollen, bees, poisonous spiders, and asthma attacks.

“Fuck nature and all her deadly minions.” Ruby purses her lips and crosses her arms, clearly annoyed. “Curtis wouldn’t even let me bring my solar powered phone charger. So, I’m gonna die out here and nobody’s gonna know until they stumble upon a coyote dining on my corpse.”

“I get it girl.” You run a reassuring hand up and down her arm. “I know we’ve all seen this movie before.”

You pull some sunscreen out of your bag and begin to rub it into every inch of your exposed skin. And then you hand it off to the others so they can do the same.

“Yes, we have,” Story hisses as slaps at a random bug that lands on her neck before grabbing the sunblock. “And we don’t make it. Maybe this our men’s way of trying to kill us.”

You turn to glare at your three guys, who were currently in the process of of unloading the vehicles. “How about a little help, ladies?” Ari beckons towards your group.

“The first time I think I see, or even hear a serial killer, I’m talking Leather Face, Jason, Michael Myers - my ass is out. You had better run when I run.” You tell them as you all make your way over.

“Bet.”

“You know it.”

“Yes?” You all huff when you finally reach the boys.

“You know guys, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such pretty looking sour faces.” Curtis coos, prompting you three to glare at him. He remains unfazed.

“Me, Andy, and Ari have got the heavier stuff under control. We need you ladies to handle these smaller backpacks there. Oh, and for each of you to grab a cooler.”

Your shoulders sag as you go to grab yourselves a bag. But before you do, you and your girls proceed to douse yourself with bug spray. At the rate you were going, you’d been out here for less than forty-five minutes and you already had at least four mosquito bites.

All three men let out a sigh. “C’mon girls, we’ve got at least a good 2.5 mile hike ahead of us here, and we want to get there while we still have the sunlight in our favor.

One Hour Later…

“I am so close to divorcing Curtis Robert Everett.” An exhausted Ruby mumbles under breath. “Like, I am dreaming about filing the paperwork as soon as I get back.”

“Well, I’m moving out of Andy’s place as soon as we get back, so if you’re looking for a roommate…

“Count me in too.” Story mumbles.

“Glad we’re in agreements, ladies.” You tell them. “Hey boys, how much more time until we get there? We’ve been walking for ages!”

“Not long. But we would’ve been there already if certain members of the group hadn’t had to repeatedly stop for a break.” Ari growls as he readjustes the large pack on his back.

“Ungh! My arms are about to fall off.” Ruby whines as she struggles with her cooler, causing an annoyed Curtis to turn and snatch it from her.

“You know ladies, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we’re gonna need you all to develop a better attitude.” Andy calls back.

“I agree.” Ari chimes in.

“And I don’t know about y’all, but I’m gonna need to see soon.” Curtis grunts.

Other than letting out a collective snort, you and the girls refuse to respond. Instead you continue to pout until you finally reach your destination. Once it’s confirmed that this patch of land was going to be your campsite, you immediately set down your things with a weary huff.

“Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus.” Out of breath, you look down at your grimy hands.

“Hey!” You lightly bounce over to Andy who’s busy clearing away the brush so he can begin the process of setting up your tent. “I need to wash my hands. Where can I do that?”

“Honey, we’re out in the woods, miles from civilization. I mean, there’s a river not to too far from here. So, I can you down there later after we’re all set up.” Your boyfriend goes back to work.

Your left eye begins to twitch as your small hands ball into fists. “I refuse to wash my hands in the same body of water where sea monsters poo.” You hiss.

Trying to avoid the tantrum that he knew was surely about to happen, Andy points over to your gray and green tent, before instructing you to bring it to him, which you do.

You step back and watch him undo the straps, gives it a light shake, and bam! There was your pop-up tent. You look around to two other tents, one is black and red, while other is two different shades of blue.

“Alright,” Ari calls out. “Girls, you get the sleeping bags inside while we secure the tents to the ground.

“Secure them to the ground?” Ruby asks.

“Unless you wanna blow away in the middle of the night.” Curtis shrugs. “I mean, I’ll chase after you, my little Rubikscube, but if that wind is strong enough, you might end up in Oz or some shit.” He waggles his brows at her.

Several strained sighs later, you all have the sleeping bags situated in each respective tent. Along with lanterns, flashlights, and a couple first aid kits. You're content to let the boys handle the tools, the ax, as well the few pans and utensils.

“Great job, everyone.” Ari praises. “Now ladies, you and I are going to head down to the river to fill up our water supply. Andy, Curtis - you good with handling the firewood?”

“Got it!”

“Umm, water supply?” Story whispers.

“Oh, apparently we have to boil our water with these tablets to help purify it. Unless you’d like to contract a parasite and die.” You flash her a humorless smile.

At this point you would kill for a bottle of Aquafina or Dasani to drop into your hands right now.

The creek looked alright. Smelled kinda fishy. But between the four of you, you’d managed to fill eight decently sized jugs before returning to your campsite, just as the other boys were finishing up their pile of firewood.

You and Ruby share a look. “Can we finally sit down now?”

The guys huddle up together, keeping their voices down. They break away after a few moments and scatter. Andy goes to grab a big metal pot, while Curtis snags a sizable jug of river water. Meanwhile, Ari goes back to working on the fire.

Once the coals are burning and the flames are going, the men hang the pot over the fire and then fill it with water. Andy drops in a couple of purification tablets, and then they all step back to admire their handiwork.

“We’ll just give it maybe an hour or so to do it’s thing. I say we go ahead and hit the showers,"

Immediately, you girls balk and begin to trudge back to your respective tents, completely and totally upset.

“If you really think I’m about to bathe in that river with monsters floating around, all of ‘em looking for a little evening snack, you boys have lost your mind!” You tell them, feeling your voice rise several octaves in the process.

“She's right! Didn’t y’all read that article about that alligator they found swimming around here not to long ago? Yeah they captured it and shipped it home. But what’s to say he didn’t come back…with friends?” Story crosses her arms and gives them a pointed glare.

You nod in support while the men proceed to grumble and roll their eyes.

“I'ma keep this real simple.” Ruby finally chimes in. I ain’t swimin’ with no snakes. I don’t trust ‘em. They’re too shifty. And most importantly, they bite.”

“Ladies.” Andy clasps his hands together before resting them on top of his head. “There’s a public shower a little less than thirty minutes that way, okay?”

“Oh.” Is all you can mumble. “Well how were we supposed to know that? God!"

“So let’s grab our things and head over there before my goddamned ears start to bleed.” Curtis growls, clearly frustrated.

The girls race for their toiletry bags and towels while their very irritated men follow behind them to collect their own.

Bags in hand, you all begin making your way towards the showers. You, Ruby, and Story find yourselves practically skipping the whole way, which only further annoys your partners who are desperately trying to keep you in sight.

“Sweetheart, this is the last time I’m gonna to tell you. Come back and hold my hand. Now.” Andy warns, reaching for you. Not wanting piss off your Daddy in public, you let go of Ruby’s hand and take hold of his instead.

“Good idea, Andy.” Curtis agrees. “Ruby, Story. Come back to us please. It’s safer that way."

With twin sighs, they also do as their told.

Boy this whole camping experience sure had been major delight so far.

When you finally reach the showers, you dash in and pick a stall. Women were on the left side, while men were on the right.

“See you guys in twenty!” Story waves them off. The guys shake their heads and wander around to the other side of the facility.

You and the girls turn on the water to let it warm up and begin stripping out of your dirty clothes. You then wrap a towel around yourself and quickly fold your clothes before placing them in your bag.

Just as you girls are ready to step in, your three handsome, well-muscled partners come around the corner, each of them clad in just a towel.

“Can uh - can we help you?” A confused Ruby asks.

“Nope, we’re here to shower with our gorgeous girls. Helps conserve water and also lets us keep an eye out for creepy guys.” Curtis offers with a shrug.

“And if we say no?” You glare at them.

“Funny thing is, none of are asking, princess.”

“Now, in you go, my sweet Story-girl.” Ari twirls his finger and points toward the running shower.

“Argh!” She stomps inside and reaches out to hand him her towel. Exasperated, you and Ruby also follow suit.

“Andy, this shower isn’t big enough for the two of us.” You're quick to grumble. Instead of responding, he places a warm palm on your belly, pressing you against the solid wall of his chest before going to work soaping up your nude body.

You bite back a moan as he tenderly caresses your heavy breasts, lovingly tending to your nipples as he does. Andy's hands then stroke themselves down your sides, brushing hs sudsy fingers across your navel before finally reaching your aching pussy.

Andy cups cunt, grinding the heel of his palm against your now throbbing clit. He then turns you in his arms so that he can wash your back, as well as your round ass - which he slaps - making you moan. Your man then soaps your thighs and then your calves before pushing you further under the spray so he can quickly take care of himself.

And even under the sound of the spray, you’re pretty you can make out another moan…or two. And they definitely weren’t your own.

Finished with your showers, everyone takes a moment to get dressed for the night. You can’t quite seem to make eye contact with either of your friends.

But Andy, Ari, and Curtis, they stride back to the campsite with their big chests puffed out and satisfied grins on their lips.

The smug bastards.

Once you return your site, Ari removes the purified water from the still glowing flames and sits on a protected surface. Curtis then drops two cans of hickory-smoked baked beans into another pot and hangs it up to cook.

And then while you wait, the four of you roast delicious beef brats. Andy leans over to open another cooler to pull out a few beers - Sam Adams for the guys and Leinenkugel Summer Shandies for the ladies.

“Oh, so we have to boil water to live, but you guys packed beer.” Ruby scoffs.

“Can’t forage for beer in the wild, Rubi-loo-hoo. Ex-marine here. Already checked.” Ari chuckles, as does everyone else.

When the beans and brats are done, Curtis passes around tin plates with two hot dog buns each. And then you all sit back and enjoy a simple meal, a warm fire, the beautiful night sky, and the pleasant company of a bunch of weirdos.

It’s just after 1:30am when all decide to retire.

“Good night, everybody. I think even our pretty little naysayers had a good time.” Andy chuckles, only to grunt when you elbow him in the ribs.

“And remember, no going to the bathroom alone at night. Wake people. It’s important to go as a group.” Ari instructs.

“Got it!”

You climb into your tent with your boyfriend right behind you. Exhausted, you both make quick work of climbing into your sleeping bags. Fluffing your pillow, you scooch over to be closer to your fella.

“I love you, baby. Thanks for making sure no creepy guy tried to join me in the shower tonight. It was quite chivalrous of you.”

“You know how I feel about protecting my Princess.” He presses his warm lips to your own. “Tomorrow, we’ll have breakfast, do a little kayaking, some fishing, and whatever else we feel like. So rest up, little one.”

Andy kisses your nose and drifts off, just like that.

Handsome Jerk.

Two Hours Later…

Your phone buzzes near your ear. Picking it up, you squint at the message:

RubyRoo: Story and I have to pee? You?

You look over at Andy who is fast asleep.

You: Uh, yeah. Be out in a sec.

Being as quiet as possible, you grab a flashlight and then unzip and then rezip the tent. You see your friends waiting for you in front of a nearby tree.

They wave their flashlights at you as you hurry over. You were convinced that between the three of you, you could remember where you were going. But just in case, you were carrying mace, Story had stolen a flare gun, Ruby was rocking a hunting knife. Better to be safe than sorry.

You weren’t exactly the Charlie’s Angels, but it would have to do. You begin to confidently make your way into the woods, staying along the designated path as you do.

You try your hardest not to flinch and jump at every weird sound or crunch of twig.

“We’ve been walking for quite a while, ladies. We should be there soon.” Story mumbles. “But, I was just thinking…should we have maybe woken up one of the boys before we left?

Shit.

“Probably, but it’s too late now for that now. Let’s just be quick and maybe we’ll get lucky.” Ruby winces.

You successfully make it to restroom facilities and quickly handle your business. Once finished, you half walk, half jog back to your campsite.

You make it back in about twenty minutes. Just in time to see your men, all fully dressed, gathered around the fading embers of the fire. They’re conversation becomes clearer the closer you get.

“Oh, shit we’re in trouble.” You mutter.

“Shhh…”

“I don’t give a shit if they did go to the bathroom, Andrew! My Story-girl loses her car in every parking lot like it’s her job. And please don’t get me started on Ruby’s sense of direction.” Okay, apparently Ari was in full rant mode.

“I know, I know. She’s hopeless without a GPS. Always has been, always will be. And your girl…" He trails off, throwing his hands in the air. "Come on, man!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Andy growls. “She got stuck in the kiddie the corn maze the other month and l had to rescue her when she started crying. Can’t fucking believe that they didn’t wake even one of us up. I'm going to roast her little ass…”

“Story knows better.” Ari snarls. “And I’m going to remind her of that as soon as I get my hands on her.”

“See, I was hoping we’d be able enjoy this trip without having to do that. But a Daddy’s job is never done I guess.” Curtis growls. “Let’s go get them before I fall over from exhaustion.”

Faces beet red, knees slightly shaking, you three pick that moment emerge from your safe place just beyond the tree line.

“Um, no need guys. As you can see, we made it there and back just fine.” You flash them what you hope is your sweetest, most confident smile.

“See what the power of teamwork can do?” Story wraps her arms around both of you, silently praying for a miracle.

“Yep! And although we should’ve woken one of you up, we had mace, a flare gun, and this here hunting knife to protect us. See?” Ruby shrugs. “So no need to worry.

“The fuck?!”

"Rubeena Kathryn Everett,” Her husband snarls. “You give me that knife right now, you little brat.”

“Okay, okay.” She gingerly hands it over. “There ya go. Now how about we all go back to bed and agree to laugh at this silliness in the morning?"

“I agree!” You chime in. “If we’re planning on going kayaking tomorrow, then we need to have our wits about us.”

“Yep!” Story agrees.

“Story-girl, take yourself to our tent and roll up your sleeping bag. You’ll be sharing with me for the rest of tonight. And you best believe that you and I will be having a serious discussion tomorrow morning, regardless of who's around. Now go.” She purposely dodges him in an effort to protect her ass.

“Curtis, c’mon. It’s not that big a deal. There’s no reason to be this upset.” He strides towards her. “It’s like you wake up looking for a reason to be grumpy with me and ooh -!”

Ruby’s burly firefighter tosses her over his shoulder and begins to carry her off. “Shut the fuck up.” He barks. “Or I will fire up this beautiful bottom right here, right now, within earshot of everyone.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now Andy,” You begin. “You know that we didn’t really break the rules. Can’t you do something here?” You grab his big, strong hand and give it a squeeze. “Please, Andy?”

He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he uses one hand to cup your chin, and then other to wrench your thick curls back, making you whimper.

“What’s name right now, little girl? Tell me the name of the man responsible for overseeing his baby’s punishment in the morning? Hm?”

Your mouth suddenly goes dry.

“Daddy. It’s my Daddy who punishes me when I’m bad.”

Aww fuck.

“Now, tomorrow morning, which is really just a few hours from now, we’re going to have a little breakfast. And then you and I are going into the woods and pick you out a switch.”

Aww. Double fuck.

"Now goodnight, baby. I think it’s time I got you tucked in again."

END

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The Lake House: A Trio Fic

Summary: After the camping trip disaster, the boys decide to plan a couples getaway at Curtis’ family lake house where shenanigans ensue. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Ari Levinson x WOC!OFC, Curtis Everett x WOC!OFC

Warnings: Bossy Alpha Males, Angry Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Smut, Oral (m/f), Manhandling, Spanking, Cursing, Alcohol Consumption, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Trio Seres. Please enjoy and let me know your feedback. Once again written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

Three big, rough-and-tumble men sat around a table at their favorite bar sipping on whiskey. None of them said a word, each of them deep in thought.

It had been months since they’d taken their girls camping, which had been just shy of a disaster. Their women, whom they loved and adored, had spent the majority of the time bitching and moaning about the heat, the bugs, the lack of available running water...

It was safe to say that they had not become one with the land. A man could only take so much complaining before he began to question his own sanity.

By the end of it all, Andy had considered drowning himself in the river. Curtis had been ready to seek out and fight a bear. And as for Ari, well he had been ready to walk off into the woods and never come back.

But they had somehow resisted the temptation.

Because you see…

Andy, Curtis, and Ari were at a point where they actually wanted to hang out together sometimes…as couples.

And by as couples, they didn’t mean them sitting out back enjoying bourbon and the occasional cigar while the girls curled up in the living room sipping wine.

Living separate lives.

Truth be told, it made it much harder to keep an eye on their sweet brats. They were mischievous little things, those girls. They kept their Daddies on their toes at all times.

“Alright, I think I know where we can go.” Curtis finally speaks up. “We’ll still get to enjoy the benefits of the outdoors, and the girls will get the air conditioning and other amenities they apparently need to survive.”

“I’m all ears.” Andy mumbles as he polishes of his glass. He motions the bartender for another round.

Ari on the other hand just grunts.

“My parents have this beautiful lake house about two hours from here. It’s fantastic - four bedrooms, two and half baths, big bay windows, a full kitchen, a gorgeous view of the lake, a pool, and -“

“Okay, okay, Mr. Better Homes & Gardens, we get it.” Ari lets out a gruff laugh. “Consider me sold.”

Curtis flips him off.

“Yeah, that’s sounds like something my lady would love.” Andy mumbles in agreement as his mind drifts to images of his baby girl walking around in nothing but a teeny tiny bikini. “When do we wanna go?”

“Next weekend is a holiday. So how about we leave Thursday morning and come back Monday evening?” Ari suggests.

“Works for me.”

“Me too.” Andy mutters. He was going to have to take his lady shopping. Let’s see. They were gonna be gone for four days, so if you did the math…carried the two, plus the...oh, and then one had to plan for emergencies, so…

By his calculations, his girl was going to need at least twelve bikinis. Which meant they had some serious shopping to do.

Two Weeks Later…

“Wow!” You mutter as you stroll into the lake house arm in arm with Story. “This is -“

“Gorgeous.” She finishes for you.

And then you hear a gasp. “Hey babe! Hey Story!” Ruby grabs you both and pulls you into a hug. “Holy shit, is the place dope or what?”

“That’s what we were just saying!” Story laughs as she boings one of her dear friend’s glossy curls.

“Why don’t you give us the tour?” You ask, practically bouncing on your toes.

“Girl, my big oaf has never brought me up here.” She frowns with a hand on her hip.

“Curtis has never brought you here before? What a dick move, bro!” Story yells from across the room. Just in time for Ari haul their bags into the impressive entryway.

“Aye! Watch your mouth, Story-book!” He replies with a grunt, prompting her to roll her eyes.

Setting the luggage aside, he strides over to his little love and picks her up by her ass with one large hand. “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’m going to give you a real reason to roll ‘em.” Her giant of a man leans down to peck her lips. “Now, how about you and your pretty friends go explore while the men finish bringing in your mountain of luggage.

Ari sets her down and walks away.

“Don’t worry, girls.” You hook your arm through a slightly trembling Story’s elbow, and then you do the same to Ruby. “One of these days we’re going to hit our growth spurts, and then we’ll be the ones slinging them around like rag dolls. Mark my words!”

And then off you go exploring.

At some point, the three of you end up in what must have been the library. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it had the most adorable little reading nook.

“I call dibs!” You and Story shout at the same time.

“Oh, come on nerds.” Ruby huffs as she pulls your glaring bodies along. “We’re not here to read. Plus we have more to see!”

The pool is gorgeous, and there’s a little bar in the corner that would be perfect for cocktails. There’s a balcony that sports a perfect view of the lake.

You were already dreaming about curling up with your sweet Andy as you watched the sunset.

And the kitchen! Once you all had stumbled upon the kitchen, Ruby had nearly swooned. And truth be told, you weren’t too far behind.

Every appliance was the latest and greatest, and not to mention stainless steel. You were damn near close to having a fucking orgasm over this kitchen.

Story on the other hand had shrugged and said: “looks nice - I think I could work with it.”

By the time you all finish your unguided tour, you find your men lounging in the den, enjoying a Sam Adams.

You plop yourself in Andy’s lap before grabbing his hand to take a pull of his beer. He leans in to inhale your scent before nipping your ear.

“Told you they’d be back.” Curtis chuckled. “Our girls always miss their big, strong, incredibly handsome men too much to stay gone for long.” He flashes an arrogant smirk and then proceeds smother his wife’s neck with kisses.

“Stop it!” She giggles, pushing his head away.

Meanwhile, Ari has pulled Story somehow both into and beneath his big body, effectively holding her hostage.

“I can’t breathe, you beast.” She huffs.

“Aww, baby. So nice to know that after all this time, I can still take your breath away.” He purrs.

Still struggling for breathe to turns her head to you and Ruby. “Yeah. It's called suffocation. Ladies, whatsay we hit the pool?”

“I’m down!” You both shout. You try to scramble off your boyfriend’s lap, but his arm around your waist won’t budge.

“The guys and I were thinking that we could order in some lunch and just chill for a bit.” Andy’s tone implies that his words are a suggestion. But you know it’s not. He’s telling you what you’re going to do.

“Well you guys can chill and order whatever you want while my girls and I go get wet. Maybe it’ll help us work up and appetite.” Ruby purrs, subtly grinding her ass against Curtis’ hard lap.

“Aww, fine.” Ari finally lets his girl up for air. “Let ‘em go take a swim for a minute. Means we get to drink and watch gorgeous girls splash around in the water.”

He lifts Story off the couch and delivers a hard smack to her ass. “Let’s get this vacation started, fellas.”

Andy sighs before pulling you up as well. “Come on my little princess, let Daddy show you to our room.” He presses a hot kiss to your hand and leads you up the stairs.

Your room was gorgeous - a mix of purples, oranges, and pinks. It kind of reminded you of a sunset to be honest.

“Wanna test out the mattress little girl?” He murmurs. His tone soft and silky. Andy’s lips lower to yours, only to be stopped when your hand covers his mouth.

Undeterred, he sucks your ring finger between his lips, softly caressing the digit with his hot, wet tongue.

He finally releases it with a sweet pop. “I want to see you in that black and gold monokini with the matching wedges.” Andy tells you.

“Go get dressed, baby girl. Daddy’ll wait right here for you in case you need help.”

Digging the items out of your bag, you rush to follow instructions. Once you’ve slipped on the suit, you push your curls on top of your head in a pineapple style. And then you lace up your wedges. A couple of poses and a careful swab of lip gloss, you open the door.

“Does your baby look good, Daddy?” You purr as you lean against the doorframe, making sure to arch your hip just right.

The sound of his growl reverberates in chest. “Fuck yeah, my baby does. Let me eat you before we go out there.”

“No!” You squeal as he pulls you towards him.

“Just one taste, sweetheart. Just one little fix.”

He throws you down on the bed, hefts your legs over his shoulders, and pulls the fabric protecting your pussy to the side. And then he buries his face in your soft, sweet wetness.

“I wanna get in the water.” Story whines up at Ari from her place kneeling between his thick, muscled thighs as he sits on an adirondack chair.

“And I want to admire my little sprite.” One roughened hand slowly strokes it’s way down her throat to rest between her ample breasts. Aren’t you glad I made you get this suit, baby? Hm?”

His scruffy chin soon replaces his hand, breathing in her sweet scent. His girl always smelled like peaches and sunshine.

Without so much as glancing around, Ari pulls the right strap of her suit down her shoulder, exposing her plump breast to his heated gaze.

“Mine.” He growls softly before sucking a pouting nipple into his hungry mouth. “Mmm.” He moans, before toying with it. Nipping and biting with his sharp teeth.

Story’s back arches of its own accord. Her light pink manicured nails grasping his head, drawing him closer. “God, Ari!”

He briefly releases her breast, only to dive back in with vigor. Pulling as much of her delicious offering into mouth as he can take.

Ari repositions his girl so that her drenched cunt is resting on his thigh. He pulls back again, breathing hard. “Ride me, my little sprite. Ride your Daddy’s thigh.”

She once again pulls his head back to her aching chest. Her cries getting louder and louder as her messy core bears down hard thigh.

“Ahhh! Ari - Ari! Ahhh!”

“Call me by name, baby.” He snarls. “Say it! Make me fucking happy!”

“Oooh! Da-daa-daddy!” Story whimpers as she cums, her much smaller body collapsing limply against his own.

Chuckling softly, he quickly rights her suit and rubs her back, just in time for Andy and Y/N to join them outside, with the latter rocking a rather blissed-out look of her own.

Ruby and Curtis were the last ones to emerge from the house. His chest is puffed out, and there’s a little pep in his step, and a slightly stupid grin on his usually serious face.

She looks at you both and shrugs as if to say, “yeah, I blew him - so what?”

He doles out beers to his boys and sets out a metal bucket filled with more bottles next to his chair before announcing something about a seafood smorgasbord for dinner.

“Ladies, I’m hot. Come take a dip with me!”

The three of you grab hands, turn around to toss a saucy wink at your boys, and jump in with a scream.

Splash!

“Fuck! Are we some lucky sons of bitches or what?” Andy mutters.

“Cheers to that, brother!”

A Little While Later…

“Come in with us guys!” You yell up at them as you float around the pool on an inflatable raft. “Please, Andy?” You hold out your dripping hand to him, wiggling your fingers as you do.

“No can do, baby girl. Daddy’s too busy enjoying the view.” He tells you with a cigar half hanging out of his plump mouth.

Yes, you wanted him to join you, but you also wanted him to put the damned thing out. He didn’t indulge in that disgusting habit often, but you always refused to kiss him when he did.

And also you blamed Ari for handing them out. So now your men were too busy lounging around, wearing sunglasses, and puffing away.

Eventually, they do put the cigars down. But Curtis notes that they’re not done with them yet. And moments later, you and your girls are treated to the sound of soft snores.

You roll your eyes and motion for the girls to get out of the water and join you on land. The three of you grab your towels and pad into the house.

“Ugh. Remember when they used to be fun?” Story grumbles.

“Whatever.” You shrug.

“Bunch of grumpy old men.” Ruby agrees. Mind you, none of them were over forty, but still.

“I say we shower and watch a movie. I’m dying to try out that indoor theatre downstairs.” Your suggestion is met with unanimous agreement.

“And the boys?” Story murmurs.

“Eh, we slathered ‘em all with sunscreen didn’t we? Let ‘em bake.”

When your men find you later, you’re holed up in the basement eagerly watching the sequel to 365 Days.

Of course they walk in smack dab in the middle of what feels like the twentieth sex scene…

“Dinner’s here.” Ari growls. “If you all can manage to pull yourselves away from…whatever this trash is.”

“Maybe later.” You mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

“Yeah.” Ruby mutters.

“Shhh!” Story hisses. “Can’t you see Laura and Nacho are about to…

“Oh, they are more than about to.” You smother an excited giggle. “We’ll be up later guys. Go ahead and start without -

The screen suddenly goes dark, prompting the three of you to whip your heads around in outrage.

Andy crouches down next to you, grasping your chin in his hand. “As much as I hate repeating myself, I will make an exception for my baby. Dinner is here. Now come up and eat. Or do you need help?”

You jerk your chin out of his grip before standing up and heading to the kitchen, ignoring him as you do.

Story goes to brush past her man, only for him to wrap one brawny arm around her waist. “I ordered your favorite baby.” He sighs when she doesn’t respond. “Oh, now don’t pout. You know what it does to me.” Her beast of a man subtly leans down to lick the curve of her cheek.

“You seriously couldn’t have let us finish our movie, Curtis? Is your ego really that fragile?”

He thinks for a moment, lips pursed, his head slowly shaking from side to side.

“Nah. But you were starting to drool just a little. And I see red anytime my woman drools over a man who isn’t me.” Curtis’ growl is damn near lethal.

He holds out his big hand. “Now, come join your man for dinner.”

Dinner, of course, was delicious. The table was practically overflowing with dishes like clam chowder, creamy lobster bisque, crab legs, lobster, grilled shrimp, fried shrimp, roasted salmon, grilled mahi-mahi…

But the company, well, that was altogether something different.

Things weren’t bad, just a little tense.

“Who paid for dinner?” You ask as you take another bite of your delightfully fresh lobster bisque. “Or, I guess, how much was it?”

“Good question, lady! Who do we three need to Venmo?

“I’m pretty sure I have cash…” Ruby murmurs, looking around for her purse.

Andy’s shoulders tense. Ari frowns. And Curtis growls.

“There’s no need. We’ve got it covered.” Ari snaps, a little more forcefully than he intends.

Story makes a beeline for receipt attached to one of the bags. You watch as her eyes go wide. “Holy shit!” She mouths. “We oh ‘em a good $85 a piece girls.

“Don’t you dare.” Ari growls.

“Oh, be quiet.” You growl right back. “We eat, we pay.”

“You know how I feel about reaching into your wallet when you’re with me, princess.” Andy’s tone is filled with warning.

“Y/N is right. We eat, we pay.” Ruby repeats your words, her voice filled with just as much defiance.

Sometimes even the little things were hard with these cromagnon hunks of yours.

“No, Rubeena. And that’s final.”

With a huff, the three of you go back to eating, choosing to ignore your men. Fucking old fashioned assholes.

“So what do you girls want to do tomorrow?” One of them asks, as Andy sets another lobster tail dripping with melted butter on your plate.

You dive in without so much as a thank you.

“You know,” Story speaks up. “I saw a sailboat out there. I was part of a group in college that used to sail all the time, maybe the three of us can do that for a bit.” She pops another bite of grilled shrimp into her mouth.

“Mm, I like that idea. Out on the open water, the wind in our faces. I vote yes.”

Ari, Curtis, and Andy exchange both concerned and disapproving glances with one another. The idea of their girls out on the water on their own…

Let’s just say Andy wasn’t the only one of them having heart palpitations. Why couldn’t their ladies ever come up with any “safe” activities…like crocheting, or scrapbooking, or origami? Shit!

“Oh, and then after, all six of us could go shopping and cook dinner together! Music, dancing, cocktails, yummy food!” You and Ruby high-five and then go back to eating.

You lean over to steal a bite of your boyfriend’s Mahi-Mahi and some of the accompanying mango salsa.

Good mood seemingly restored, you all go back to enjoying your meal. Everything is quiet for a moment, until Curtis speaks up.

“I love the idea of shopping and cooking together. Love it! We all do, right guys?”

They nod enthusiastically.

“In fact, I’m envisioning helping our gorgeous chefs work while they’re wearing nothing but bikinis and sarongs.” Your man hisses through is teeth, while Ari’s look of approval is very, very evident.

“But no to the sailing. We don’t want you girls out on open water in a boat that we’re not sure you even know how to navigate.”

“Excuse me!?” Story rises in an agitated huff. “I know what I’m doing

“Sprite, sit down and listen please.” Ari warns, as one thick arm goes to rest behind his head.

“No, Ari. I am perfectly capable of safely sailing that boat. And if that’s what we want to do, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Sit down, please. Or do you need to come eat with me?” He quirks one tawny brow at her as he pats his lap.

“Argh!” She sits back down in a huff and pushes her plate away.

Silence once again fills the room.

“Alright ladies. Let’s compromise here.” Andy interjects, trying to be the voice of reason. “The boys and I will go golfing tomorrow morning, while you ladies take it easy here. Grab your kindles, lay out and enjoy the sun. Maybe send us a couple pictures of you in your bikinis if you think about it.” He winks then.

“And then when we come back, we’ll go out to lunch. Have some cocktails. And then go shopping. Sound good?

“It’s fine.”

“Whatever.”

“I really don’t give a shit.”

You and Ruby push your plates away and rise from the table. “Thanks for dinner guys. Hope you don’t mind cleaning up while we girls go watch the sunset.”

It really was beautiful, watching the sun fade away, only to be replaced by the moon. Such a serene, cosmic shift.

“I love him you know.” You turn to look it Story. “My beast is sweet and wonderful. He dotes on me all the time…but he’s just so goddamned over protective.”

“Like, I can be somewhere doing whatever I want and he just picks me up and moves me like it’s nothing. He actually gets mad when I climb the countertops instead of calling for him first.” A smile smile graces her lips.

You nod. “But that’s how some Daddies are, I guess. I mean, I’m not an expert by any means. I wasn’t even looking for - for this. Andy is my everything, but sometimes I feel smothered by the big oaf. If I say “no” to something, I somehow end up hoisted over his shoulder doing it anyway.

Ruby is quiet for a moment. “Curtis is just so dominant. At first it was just in the bedroom, and now it’s become a part of our every day lives. Sometimes it turns me on, and other times it makes me want to punch him in the windpipe…” She trails off.

“…So you brat.” You finish for her. “You act up. Act out.”

“To show them that they don’t have all of the control.” Story mumbles.

“We all do it. Because it’s necessary. Plus, we deserve to have fun too. So the bastards said no sailing? Okay, fine. But ladies…” You motion for them to come close.

“They didn’t say anything about the jet skis.”

You all return to watch what was left of the sunset, three evil smiles gracing your lips.

The next morning you make sure to be as loving and affectionate with your man as possible. You ride his hard, fat cock as if your life depends on it.

“Come on baby, give it to me!” You hiss when his fingers dig into your hips.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” You lean down so can accept a needy tit into his waiting mouth.

“Fill me up!” You beg. “Ungh ungh ungh! Wanna feel you dripping out of me all day, reminding me that I’m yours!

That’s all it takes for your man to explode inside you, forcing you to follow suit. Your greedy walls gripping him over and over, milking him for every drop of his hot, wet seed.

When you’re through, you roll over on your back and pat his chest.

“Have a good game, sweetheart.”

The men are off and out around 8:30am after a light breakfast of bagels and fruit. You and the girls clean up and then prepare to go shower and change.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Ruby.” You narrow your eyes at her.

“Let’s just say that my husband has a wicked tongue and decided to use it on me last night. Three goddamned times.” She blushes.

“So that was you we heard last night? Woah.” Story giggles.

“Shut up! Miss “oh that’s right you big beast! Oh eat me up!”

Story pinches her lips and goes back to putting leftover fruit in the fridge. You, on the other hand, try to hold back a snicker and fail, prompting both women to turn on you.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” Ruby mimics.

“Fill me up!” Your friend, Story, mocks.

Now you’re the one blushing. “Okay, fine. Now that we’ve established this place has thin walls, can we get changed and play with the jet skis already?"

Once you’re outside, you check your water proof watches. You had a couple hours of fun ahead of you until the boys returned. As long as you timed things right, none of them would ever know about your shenanigans. Story, your master of all things aquatic, makes a point of checking out each machine.

“We’re all good. Everyone got their life jackets buckled? Good. Now let’s get these babies into the water. Uh, you’ve both ridden before right?”

You nod. It had been a while, but whatever.

“Once.” Ruby responds.

“Okay, well just stay close to me.”

You three push the skis until you’re knee deep in the water before climbing on. Story does a quick demo, showing you how to start the machine, gun the engine, take off, brake, and stop.

After that, you were off!

You took your time at first, but you grew more comfortable with each passing moment, as did Ruby.

“Woooo!” You cry out as you do a figure eight with Story. You increase your speed, loving the feel of spray as it hits your warm skin.

You and your girls, who were quickly becoming your best friends, we’re having the time of your lives!

Ruby reaches out to hi-five you as you pass each other again.

You all take turns racing each other, doing crazy spins. At one point or another, each one of you manages to fall off of your ride. And all you do is laugh and help each other back up.

See, this is kind of shit you’d love to do with your men if they weren’t so curmudgeonly. Handsome grumpy gooses.

When the boys finally arrive home, they’re excited to see you girls, albeit a little bummed that none of them had received any bikini pics. Leaving their golf bags in the garage, they enter the house and begin searching for their respective ladies.

Surprised to find that the house is quiet, they stroll outside, expecting to find you lounging by the pool. But they’re not there.

“Maybe their downstairs watching that 365 porno bullshit.” Andy shrugs.

“Or they could be in the library.” Curtis rubs his grizzled chin.

Ari takes a series of steps forward, his gaze trained on the scene before him.

“What is it, man?”

“They’re not watching a movie, in fact they’re not in the house at all.” He turns to face the other men. “Our little brats are out on the goddamned lake.”

You, Ruby, and Story meet in the middle of the lake and pause your engines.

“This was the best fucking idea ever!” Ruby exclaims. “Fuck our men. If they don’t wanna have fun then we’ll do it without them!"

“Hell yeah!” Story cheers.

You were just about to join the celebration when you hear the sound of faint yelling. Immediately the three of you begin looking around, trying to find the source.

And that’s when you make out the forms of three men, yelling and waving their arms.

Your men.

“Well, ladies. It was fun while it lasted.” You murmur, suddenly feeling sad.

“Yeah.”

“Yes, it was. How about one more lap?” Her eyes glinting mischievously.

“I mean, why not? We’re already in trouble.”

So, off you go. One last lap. Making sure to wave at your irate men as you do.

“Turn around and get your ass back here, Ruby!”

“Story! I swear Daddy is gonna bruise that butt!

“Y/N - I’m gonna set that bottom on fire, I swear it!

You three laugh harder. When it’s finally over, you walk the jet skis back towards land. They are immediately wrenched out of your hands so your men can put them up. Leaving you all with time to run up to the house.

Towels wrapped around yourselves, you wander into the kitchen and each grab a bottle of water.

Curtis, Ari, and Andy burst into the house a few minutes later. Their chests heaving, faces red.

They are livid.

“Hi big guys, how was your game? Did you get a hole-in-one?” You take a sip of your water.

Ari lets out a deep growl. “I thought we said no going near the lake.”

“No.” Ruby points out. “You said we couldn’t use the sail boat. You said nothing about the jet skis.” She and the rest of you can’t help but puff at your chests out a little.

“Ruby?” Story asks. “Why is your husband’s face turning so many pretty colors? And also...Andy doesn’t look like he’s breathing.”

Sure enough, he did not.

“Baby, you okay?”

You pale as you watch his hands go to his belt buckle.

“Okay, uh uh. Ruby is right here. You said nothing about the jet skis, so technically we are in the clear."

“Yeah? Let’s see if all your “technicalities” manage to save your sweet little ass."

“Ari, you know we’re right. You told me that I wasn’t allowed to sail. And I didn’t. So how about you guys pull your heads out of your asses and acknowledge the fact that we followed your directions, just maybe not the way you envisioned it.”

The man in question strides forward, throws her over his shoulder and takes her outside. “I’ll teach you to twist my words, fucking brat.” After slamming the door behind him, it’s not long before you hear the sound of pained wails and cries.

Andy takes that moment to bend you over the counter, his belt doubled in his hand.

And then you watch as Curtis carts a furiously flailing Ruby into another room. “Let me go, you ass!” She keeps struggling. “Daddy promises he’s gonna get your little rebellious streak under control, damn it.”

“Baby…” You breathe out.

“Honey, your Daddy is going to teach you all about how he feels about technicalities. And I’m going to use my belt to make you listen.”

Andy delivers a hard swat right at the spot where your ass and thighs meet, making you squeal.

Slap!

“You knew you weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the lake without me.”

“Ack! Oww!

Slap!

“Ahh! Oww oww!”

“You know better than to argue with Daddy when it comes to your safety.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Aaahaaahaa! Ahhhh! Daddy! Please no.”

“Slap!”

“Gotta get you and your brat to open up your listening ears.” He growls.

Slap!

END

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[matchamorphosis]

𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 || a little scenario where you get jealous and daddy!ari reminds you that he loves you and only you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 || kinda angsty smut

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle + dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal sex (f + m receiving) penetration, reader is envious and jealous, some flashbacks that might be confusing, dirty talk and cursing, — minors dni —

𝒘. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 || just something i’ve been thinking about for some time now that will help me get out of this writers block. hope you cherubs enjoy. 💗

you never knew how to handle jealously well, at all.

you either swallowed the gruesome feeling down with sippy cups of strawberry milk or ignored the center of the jealousy altogether.

that being the woman infatuated by your daddy.

although Ari knew exactly what you were doing, why and when you would get in this mood ‘cause it all started when you and him came home from the mall. the car ride being dead silent with the stuffie Ari’s friend got you from the machine since neither him or you could get it. the smile of the woman’s face still sticks in your head as you hold the teddy close to you now.

you know you couldn’t get away with ignoring him. not talking to him and giving off the silent treatment when him and you didn’t even spark anything to get upset over. silently entered the house and did your night routine and shook your head when he asked what you wanted for dinner. he just reasoned that you were tired and wanted to go to bed but what really got him was that you turned him down to tuck you in. and that you were taking your pillow and blankets to your separate room, abandoning the stuffie that you wanted on your shared bed.

Ari knew right then and there something was up with you. after confronting you on what you were doing you just grumbled something under your breath and slide past him and the stuffie in his hands. making your bed to go to sleep while ignoring his glare but Ari truly didn’t know what he did to upset you. so in order for him to find out he had to trace back to the events that happened earlier, and connect that with your current behavior that he always pin points with each facial expression and body gesture.

you were ignoring the stuffie in his arms and it hits him hard and clear that you were jealous after he talked to one of his friend at the sex toys shop. how your eyes fired with the same spark you get when you’re jealous, and the fire just emerged when he confronted you about it. why his princess was jealous was a mystery but he thought it was cute at first until you kept pushing him out.

now the sweet and soft pinkness of your separate bedroom that was once filled with the hurricane of your tantrum and Ari’s snaps is now something different. series of airy gasps, deep moans and gravely grunts adorn with the sounds of bodies and hips clashing against one another. the occasional spine shivering growl and bashful mewl being heard after one another as you pull your daddy’s shoulder length hair while he digs his thick fingers in the peach flesh of your ass.

the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your arms as you hold it close to you as Ari thrusts his cock in and out of your puffy and needy pussy. gasping when his lips brush against your nipples and teeth tug on the peak and tender flesh.

“who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess? say it! who’s daddy’s princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt.

maybe we should go back to the events that started it all...

waiting in place at the near end of the glowing red exist in the local mall is where you stinky your feet in sheer impatience.

the very start of the growing tantrum, lies within a visit to the local mall. where you and your daddy decided spending your afternoon shopping in. it was suppose to be a quick shopping event, he’d get whatever he needed and he’d spoil you while doing so. but now he left you here to occupy yourself for just a bit so he could get you your surprise.

the very mention of a surprise didn’t spark any back talk or whines, you enjoyed the surprise gifts daddy gave you. especially when they were gifts based on very good behavior, which you have ensued this week. your head starts to wonder what must be taking your daddy so long, too long for your liking.

today was perfect. Ari allowed you to buy as many holiday oriented candles and sweet body lotions from your favorite shops even though the place made his headache with the numerous smells. allowed you to buy one too many sweaters and skirts that would fit in your closet that’s already filled with clothes you don’t wear as often. and allowed you to ride the shell carriage on the carousel with a friend you just so happened to run into after watching a movie at the theater you and him both were excited for.

however when it was time to go, ari suddenly had some secret things to do in some shop that he wouldn’t tell you about because it was a “surprise for tonight”.

it annoyed you why he was keeping this surprise a secret and why you couldn’t go with him but he gave you all the quarters the change machine exchange to his twenty dollar bill. permitting you spend as much on the vending machines displaying candy, cards with sticker packets, little toys, and stuffies. just as long as you don’t wander off, take your cloth mask off, and call him if you needed anything.

a pistachio green sheer bag that once held peppermint candy canes is replaced with the shiny quarters. growing less and less every minute as you continue to spend, spend, and spend. snow powdering over the light twinkling city, the bag swaying with your swinging arm moves up and down in boredom as you suck on the cherry ring pop sporting your index finger.

although you walk and try to occupy yourself with doing something else that wouldn’t lead you in trouble. even though you wanted to look for trouble, you were desperate for it. your daddy was taking centuries on whatever stupid thing he was busy with.

the candy machines weren’t captivating your attention anymore, so as you walked away from them you passed each and every vending machine hoarding stuffies none caught your eyes. I mean is there any stuffie you don’t have? the huge pile in your playroom can explain it all, all having their own little names and special clothes. which is why you aren’t amused or entertained as you walk by the stuffie machines.

you had that stuffie, you had a stuffie similar to that one, you liked that stuffies outfit but not the stuffie itself.

your thoughts roared walking and unimpressed stance was beginning to give up and start looking for your daddy yourself until your eyes locked on not one but a whole flock of pink furred plushies. hearts for blushing cheeks and eyes, and the fuzzy pink hat tied with a bow around the bunny buns neck.

just like that you’re heart was pounding and tiny cupid bows were generating over your head, you needed to have one.

at the ends of the earth, no matter what war you had to start and finish you had to have one. so that’s what you worked to for in the last twenty minutes, unfortunately your attempts for getting just one was challenging. normally you were an expert at getting stuffies from vending machines, you were an absolute pro and when you had one stuffie you gave to all the children who wanted as well. now you were running out of quarters, tears threatening to spill from your eyes when the quarter you rubbed lucky failed.

was it just a bad day for you and stuffies or was it the machine having a grudge on you?

whatever it was you were seconds away from crying your heart out when the plushie slipped from the mechanical claws, plopping against the others. a sniff broke from you and with that a large warm hand touches your shoulder.

“princess what’s wrong?” your daddy spoke, gently maneuvering your body to meet his while his hand cups your chin up to meet his glance.

thin river of tears fled from your fluttering eyes and your trembling lips in a sour pout, you glare at the vending machine. “stuffies,” your meek voice broke. your finger displaying the cherry ring pop pointing at the pink and white stuffies through the clear glass.

Ari caressed your cheek as he stared down at the bag that was once filled with quarters only having just one fill the empty space. “didn’t get much luck did you, princess?” he spoke, shaking your head in response.

“help me daddy?” you perked up, your hand digging in your bag and grabbing the single quarter to give to the large man above you.

Ari smiles, “daddy will try baby, okay? i’ll try my best,” he took the coin and plopped it in the slot.

the vending machine coming alive with its music box like music, Ari gripped the joy stick as if his life depended on it. with the pressure of getting you your stuffie on his back, your eyes don’t leave the stuffie in the clutch of the claws moving from the opposite side of the machine to the huge slot.

not breathing a bit Ari’s heart plummets when the stuffie slips from the claws grasps and plops down on the rest of the bunny stuffies. of course, when you don’t get what you want, you feel yourself getting close to tears and Ari witnesses your bottom lip trembling.

the tears dripping down from your lashes, bottom lip trembling in such a way it would make the stars dim and flowers droop.

Ari is quick to wipe them away as he tenderly reassures you that he’ll get you one of those stuffed animals. responding, you just pout and shake your head, losing all interest in them at this point. all you want to do is go home and forget stuffies, they seem to hate you today. opening your mouth to respond, it isn’t your words that leave but a distant one yelling your daddy’s name.

“Ari! you forget you’re receipt!” turning your head, you notice a women making her way towards you and Ari. a sheet in her hands and a bag in the other, she’s fast to get to you and smile to the tall man. “I can’t have you forgetting your receipt. it’s against store policy.”

“right but I doubt i’ll be returning these soon but thanks Jess,” Ari smiles, gesturing down to the bags in his hands but accepts the receipt. both him and the women laughing for a bit, your eyes look over the two in confusion.

who is she?

your thoughts roared but they only increase when she looks down on you. “oh you must be y/n! Ari told me so much about you! you are absolutely adorable,” the women grins widely as she compliments your attire and hair for the day.

however you don’t do anything but hide behind the muscle mass that is your daddy’s back. “c’mon princess, what do we say when someone compliments us?” you just frown and stuff your face in the thick sweater material that covers his upper body.

“it’s alright, remember to call me later tonight okay? I wanna know how it turns out when you tell her the news.”

those words echoed in your head on the car ride home, the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your lap. it just reminded you of that other women, how she was more sophisticated than you and how she was soo much more mature. she was everything your daddy would love and more.

the feeling made your shoulders turn an uncomfortable cold but now as you’re underneath the bulk that is your daddy. those thoughts are melting away like soft icecream under the summer sun.

Ari ripping your pink silk pajamas off you until there only lied your tender white cotton panties and bra. those undergarments are also scraps on the floor now as the burn of his thick beard scratch against your neck as he marked it.

marking you up as his property, to remind you that you were his as his cock teased your glossy folds. so drenched, the slick ambrosial sticks to his loins and your thighs but he doesn’t mind. ‘cause as your fingers dig into the skin of his back, scratching it up in beautiful crescent moons as your lips claim his hot panting mouth.

cherry red tongue swirling with yours, he growls and holds your body close in the mass of his arms. swallowing your little whimpers and moans as the tip of his cock dips into your slicked hole. deliciously stretching you open, your legs shake as you grip onto the flesh of his biceps in whatever means to keep you from running away from the pain that comes and goes with a blow of a candle.

you’re nothing but a whimpering mess when he fits his whole length in your cunt. tears dripping down your cheeks at how good the burn feels, how his thick and veiny member rubs against all the right spots. making you feel so tiny and obligated at his will as he begins his hesitant thrusts.

“such a small pussy. so fucking tight. so fucking wet. mhmm, all fucking mine,” Ari chokes a grunt, sweats glistening off his forehead as hair stick to it. the comment makes your heart flutter and has your cunt clench around him he hisses.

“daddy!” you cry out, his cock swallowing you up, the sensation was setting fire to every nerve and atom in your body. wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands grip at your ass and hips to keep you steady.

“good job princess. taking all of daddy’s cock, such a good girl. my good girl,” Ari’s husky words dawn in your ears, but you’re still adjusting to the length and thickness of him.

“daddy your cock is soo big! d-daddy-” a whimper and two follows afterwards but Ari simply cooes at you and kisses your lips.

“yes babydoll daddy’s so big but you gotta take all of my cock, okay? daddy’s going gentle and slow for you now but daddy’s gonna have to go rougher, okay? your cunny still isn’t used to me yet,”

if it was possible, your meek whimpers in response make his cock harden even more. lifting your hands up, you cup his bearer cheeks as his thumb wipes away your tears. “my princess. all mine,” your eyes gloss in this truth and it was that answer that had Ari pumping into your channel.

moaning at the searing feeling of your pussy wrapping his throbbing cock nicely and tightly. your warm velvety walls that drip in their honey coat his cock and balls that slap against your cunt. making him curse to himself that he should have stretched you out on his fingers before sliding his cock in.

although the reminder that this tight cunt is all his makes him thrust again. watching you crumble beneath him in a wreckage of open mouthed mewls and squeals of daddy more! daddy harder! it makes Ari’s smirk widen, his princess nothing but a puddle of arousal as it stick to both their sweat and interlocked bodies.

why you were jealous of his colleague who had a little of her own makes him want to teach you a lesson to never think or feel such a thing. you were his and he was yours. no one could have you, no one could have his princess.

his. his. his.

all for him.

only for him.

“who’s my princess? look at me,” that demand has your closely shit eyes glittering to life. soft butterfly lashes touching his cheekbone has his hearts skipping beats.

opening your mouth, he doesn’t let you respond as he clashes his mouth to yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers curl with the curls that fall gracefully behind his ears. heaven is a place on earth when their bodies are on fire. when Ari Levinson can’t seem to get tired of the taste of his princesses mouth and her sweet honeypot cunt.

pulling away, he can see the golden gleam of the heavens radiate in your glassy hues. it just makes him want to cherish the string of divinity as he kisses you harder, your hands cup his face closer. so close that his hair curtains both your heated faces fighting to figure out whether or not to pull away for breath as his thrusts become sharper.

taking your hand in his grasp, he guides it to the slicked hole where you and Ari connect. the hard length of his cock colliding with the puffy and glossy mess that is your cunt. “we fit like a lock and key princess. I was made for you and you were made for me. don’t you think so?” your daddy’s words buttered your mouth, feeling sweet as whip cream and warm as sunshine against your lips.

it only makes you pull his hair tighter and cup his balls that haven’t been receiving the same attention from your cunt besides the drip of your honey. heart sparking as his thrusts deepen, hitting the spongy and golden peak that made your head foggy in pleasure and vision blur. “yes-yes daddy!” you whimper and moan at the same time as he slams into you again, your body not caving in or shaking no more from the unbearable pleasure but inviting it just like his tongue.

“then answer me this. who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess?” the question makes you pull your tongue away from his as you bite your bottom lip but he just moves on to suck the skin of your neck. marking up any skin that his lips haven’t graced but the questions still hangs in the air as his hands spank your thigh.

thick fingers play with your nub before rubbing your folds as he slips in and out. enjoying the way you throw your head back against the feather pillows knowing he has the key to your unraveling peak. “answer me. who’s my princess? who’s my princess? answer me! daddy’s only princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt mercilessly.

it makes your nails dig into his bulging biceps and nails veiled against the muscle of his wide back. “me! i’m your princess! i’m your princess daddy! me!” those words encourage his sharp thrusts that are now growing sloppy.

“that’s fucking right. my princess, all mine.” the big man above you spits and you moan as a single big hand takes your small wrists. pulling them above your head as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, his animalistic grunts and moans echoing off the pink walls.

sweat dripping from your hairlines, Ari hooks your thighs in his grasp as his thrusts become more coordinated with the different position. making you grown and whimper as he hits your golden spot once, twice, thrice. “d-daddy! daddy please make me cum! please!” you stutter a cry, tears falling like angels from the starry skies, you’re completely ruined at his mercy.

the tears in your eyes and the tremble in your lip making his mind settle for a mission and one mission only. to make his princess cum on his cock, his princess before anything else.

“cum princess. make a mess on daddy’s dick.” and with a rub of his thumb against your button as his cock hit the spongy fueling of your cunt that you cream everything you have around him. residue leaking out as it coats his cock but he doesn’t stop his thrusts. “that’s right, such a good princess. so fucking good for me. milk daddy’s cock, you’re doing perfect princess,”

Ari rumbles into your ear and you tremble as the waves of your orgasm pass and the sore stinginess of his cock spearing your pussy. it hurts so bad but you crave his white ropes of cum filling your puffy cunt more, so much more your clenching around him. “cum in me daddy! please cum! fill me up please!”

warm beefy arms wrapped around his precious little princess, holding your body close to him as he nestle his forehead against yours. moans and growls are like heavenly music to your ears and your words of encouragement and praise leaves a grunt escaping from his open lips as he thrusts his hips against yours in a feverish heat. his grunts hitting your eardrum and your gasps following, Ari pumps his cock one last time before feeling the hot wetness of his seed paint your walls.

i’m gonna leave it here for now. might edit later on because I think the timelines confusing but this wasn’t suppose to be this long lol. somehow when transferring this from my doc I managed to delete the smut part of this and I had to rewrite it cause my computer crashed and didn’t save anything recently written. i’m not entirely happy with the rewrite but it’s okay ig. anyways I hope you all enjoyed reading.

tagging those who commented down on my post || @babyyhoneyydarling . @nakedrogers . @rhubarb-barnes . @honeychicana .

divider credit || @firefly-graphics

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[matchamorphosis]

𝑆𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝐴 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑃

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || requested by @honeysucklesteve — can i request a soft daddy!ari seeing reader wearing his huge shirt and he just think she’s the cutest thing ever and maybe one thing leads to another and she’s over his lap 👉🏻👈🏻

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 || smut

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ nsfw, daddy kink, ddlg dynamics + lifestyle, spanking, teasing, dirty talk — minors dni —

𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || thank you for this requesting this lovely el and I hope you enjoy! ♡♡♡

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

Ari hopes you completed the chores he asked you to do first in order for you to now rummage the kitchen in making your icecream sundae. he would absolutely hate to see the chores undone and not give you the icecream you’ve been craving all day. walking out of the laundry he peaks inside the kitchen and a smile graces his face.

his little princess singing to herself as she danced around the kitchen. in nothing but his white tee shirt that you mistaking thought was a pillowcase when you put it in the dryer. noticing it was his shirt he caught you stripping from your velvet pink bebe joggers to throw his shirt over your head and have it fall flowingly over your body.

the shirt so ridiculously huge it covered your curves but emphasized the smoothness of your legs. however it lead Ari wondering if you still have on panties under the large shirt since he didn’t stick around to see you disregard them. your dancing body didn’t catch the light of the kitchen chandeliers but it did catch your silhouette-

Ari didn’t mind it one bit ‘cause you looked so damn adorable in it. sweet and soft in the bagginess of his shirt, he could pick you up and leave his kisses all over the coverage of your face. although the image of you in it rumbled a bit of possessiveness that was tempted to throw you against the wall.

feel every bit of your soft curves through the thin material of the shirt against his chest and wandering hands. crash his lips against yours and feel you whine your soft spoken daddy’s and beg him to take you.

it was so damn tempting but Ari only had one last thing to do before the two of you could watch your movies and make your sundaes. possibly then he could get a little action afterwards or during but chores had to be done first.

folded towels smelling fresh of fabric softener Ari carries them in the basket at his hips as his arm keeps it in hold. thinking of checking in on you later on, he walks up the stairs first to see if you did what he asked you to do.

entering your separate room he hums in satisfaction at the sight of your tidy bed baring your pillows and stuffies. it was once bare this morning but now it’s covered with your sweet smelling sheets, comforters, pillow cases and stuffed animals freshly clean from the daily months wash.

turning his head over to the side, his smile still remains as he sees your other finished chores of putting all your toys neatly in your treasure chest. your closet arranging all the clothes he told you to hang up.

of course you put them away in your own fashion, organized your toys by type and clothes by color and article clothing type he’s still very proud you did what he asked you to do.

my good little girl listens perfectly to her Daddy

Ari thinks as he examines your work and with minutes of looking over he’s surprised you did a few things he didn’t ask you to do. only adding onto his proud smile and his doubts of any misbehavior you’d result in vanish.

making his way to the bathroom to hide away the towels in the basket still in his arms. afterwards he’s heading his way back down the stairs to the kitchen to see if you’re still searching for the hot fudge he hid beforehand.

to treat yourselves after this long day of cleaning Ari promised you relax time with watching your disney vhs tapes in your playroom and ice cream sundaes to go with it.

no doubt that you continuously reminded him of so but he smirked as you would find your way to the kitchen. telling you that morning that he stocked up on all your favorite icecream flavors and toppings but he didn’t tell you were exactly those exact toppings were.

it’s not until he hears the heavy bang! aswell as the impact of shattering glass and your meek cry afterwards that his heart stops beating and he’s running down the stairs in a flurry rush.

“princess?” the heavy booming worry and concern in his voice multiplying as he runs down the hallways and bursts into the kitchen—

first he sees your body huddled on the counter, your eyes glossing with tears and your pouting lips letting out little cries and sobs that increase the worry rushing through his veins.

your eyes lift to his that stare down at the floor in shock and you a loud shaking sob escapes your lips when you see him across the kitchen.

“Daddy!” you whimper, extending your hands out in distress and ari’s quick to reach you and take you in his arms.

you Daddy’s large wandering hands and distraught eyes roaming your figure attentively to see if your hurt but he sees no blood or anything that signals you’d be in any pain.

“princess- sweetheart are you okay? talk to Daddy, what happened? baby look at me- what happened?”

Ari’s voice carrying every strand of concern and increasing on his worry when you meet your eyes to his. noticing the splatters of dark dots adorning the soft skin of your cheeks and neck.

blue hues dash from analyzing your face and teary eyes to the floor you’ve been staring earlier and there he sees the cause of the loud bang and crash. against the dark polished wood panels of the kitchen flooring lies the shattered jar of hot fudge.

a puddle of the sugary chocolate along with shards of glass leaves the smell of cocoa hitting Ari’s nose. your body petite in his large arms, he’s thankful you didn’t hurt yourself or step on the hazardous puddle of chocolate covered shards.

“it was too high for me,” your small voice broke, your hands reaching to the highest of high shelf of the cabinet shelves above the counter you’re sitting on but Ari sighs relieved anyway. “i’m sorry Daddy,” you whimper.

the loss of the topping didn’t match or bare the same amount of priority with the fear of you getting hurt and the disappointment with himself that he wasn’t there for you. Ari couldn’t imagine the different possibilities —

what if the jar fell on your head? or the jar would have broke on the counter near you?

those anxiety and fear riddled thoughts have Ari pulling you closer to him. those large hands rubbing your back and his beard tickling your skin as his lips press kisses to your temple.

“Daddy was just scared you got yourself hurt princess. you scared daddy and what did we talk about? if it’s to high you call Daddy to help you,” Ari’s voice once going from soft ends with a bit of an aggressive and tired tone.

“well I did but you didn’t listen Ari,” you bite your tongue on the mention his name and you open your mouth to apologize but the sight of his darken eyes overcome your speech and thoughts.

“what did you say princess?” Ari toned, his voice more amused rather then angry, you stare back at him and squint your eyes prettily at him. your deep glossy pout making him laugh, starting off as a chuckle until it became louder and filled the kitchen.

he absolutely cannot take you seriously in his shirt, your clumsiness and unaware mindset that resulted in the broken jar you’ve been looking relentlessly for only makes him break out in laughs even more.

you don’t appreciate it whatsoever. in fact you’d rather your daddy yell you than laugh at you and your glare towards him continues as you whine your stop’s and Daddy be quiet’s. Ari only cooes at you before pecking your lips, looking down at you still glaring at him.

“what’s wrong princess? is Daddy being a big meanie?” his voice taunts and you shine against it but don’t look at his eyes. your hands ball up his button down in your grasp and you ignore his hand giving you head pats.

“c’mon princess don’t be upset. Daddy can be a much bigger meanie if he wanted to be. do you want that? you don’t want me to be big and mean to you princess, right?” Ari softens, his brows quirking jokingly but his eyes widen when you nod your head in agreement.

you know he’s talking about a spanking and the thought of his hands slashing against your ass made the sensual burning in between your legs maximize.

nowadays daddy had to give you stricter punishments then just spankings since you enjoyed them too much but then again he was enjoying you turning into more of a dirty slut with the pleasure he gave you just from spankings.

Ari could see the wicked shimmery glint in your eyes and he knows exactly what you need. what you’re little dirty mind is thinking of and how he could help.

“punish me Daddy. please punish me,” your voice speaks and before you know it your thrown over his shoulder as if you weight nothing but a measly feather.

a gasp escapes your lips when his hands lands a harsh spank on your ass as he avoids the scattered shares of glass and chocolate syrup to carry you upstairs.

regularly groping your ass once he meets your shared bedroom with the kick of his foot against the door having it fly open he swiftly sits on on the edge and throws you over his lap.

the roughness of his hands against your joints and limbs as he positions you to his will and your plush ass covered in his shirt. wiggling your bun as you squirm against his lap only encourages Ari to pull the hem over your hips to your waist.

revealing your bare bum and no panties to cover your soft cheeks, glistening mound and soaked folds. the older man noticing little sticky streams of your arousal sticking to your inner thighs.

when Ari runs the tips of his fingers against them, the slickness sticks to his fingers. your juices fresh and recent it makes Ari smirk as you gripes your ass roughly in his large calloused hand.

of course he isn’t giving you a heads up when you lands his hand smack down in your ass but he enjoys your whimpering cry when he rises it again to slap down on your other one.

shifting from cheek to cheek his rough hands do an excellent job with marking your ass up, your wet cunt running your pleasured honey sinfully signaling that your enjoying this.

“does my little princess gets wet when Daddy marks your ass?” Ari’s tainting voice and dark chuckle afterwards echoing in the room, making your pussy and heart flutter.

“yes Daddy! I love it when you mark my ass!” your moan and ari smirks in response. hard cock stirring uncomfortably in his pants the sight of your pussy inches away from his fingers lights a sudden hunger in him.

carrying your body he throws it on the bed, his hands manhandling you on your belly, arms under your chest, bender legs spread and ass up slightly in the air.

Ari strips from his jeans and as much as you wanna turn your head over your shoulder and see him pull down his boxers to reveal his thick long cock you keep your head down against the comforter.

disregarding the irritating pieces of clothing he sits up on the bed, his eyes not leaving your ass as his hands grip it roughly, causing you to whimper pathetically at his mercy.

a single thumb roams to graze over your little hole then to lower entrance of your folds, his thumb rubbing the puddle of slick that drips in long droplets onto the sheets below him.

Ari loves how he gets you like this, all this juice and honey just from marking your ass up with his hands.

his little slutty princess this wet and needy for him — all for her Daddy to fuck senseless

“Daddy my icecream is gonna melt!” you whine as your heart shoots up suddenly remembering your abandoned bowl on the kitchen island however Ari’s growl makes you regret bringing it up.

again you are quickly silenced as a moan erupts from your lips when your Daddy’s hands slap against your ass. thick fingers gliding against your cunt to meet your little slippery pearl.

“princess, Daddy needs to take care of something else that’s melting. Daddy can’t leave this alone to drip everywhere. it’ll make a mess.” the large man speaks as his fingers continue to glide through your petals dripped in your honey.

it seems he’s doing the opposite because you can feel your arousal dripping onto your thighs and the excessive amounts of it pouring from the good of your cunt to his hands and the sheets you both are laying on.

a sighed moan sounds off when his single finger dips into your hole. the thickness of it stretching your tight pussy making your thighs tremble and more moans slip out.

smirking at the affect he has on you, he slips the finger out and takes it in his mouth, humming at the delicious taste of you that’s sweeter than any icecream in the freezer.

Ari wants more of it— god he needs more of it.

“be my good girl for Daddy and lay still. let daddy take care of this mess,” Ari’s voice raspy as if he’s been deprived of the juices in front of him, his lips collide with your vertical ones.

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[matchamorphosis]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩

。゜♡ ゜・♡ 。 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 | 🍭 | 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 。♡・゜♡゜。

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you’ve been a good girl all day, and as the rules follow good girls deserve their treats.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || mob!daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut, porn with no fucking plot

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.5K ➳ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 || @firefly-graphics

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw; ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, degradation, crying kink, slapping mention (harmless slap dw) blowjob, dirty talk, slight dumbification 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || i wrote this after I finished my assignments cause I was h-word so I hope you sweet cherubs enjoy! muah! enjoy reading! 💗

+ p.s || do not repost, republish or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or steal my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡  

“yeah that’s it, suck that fuckin dick. you like that don’t you? like havin your brat hole stuffed with Daddy’s cock, huh?”

the filth streaming out from Ari’s mouth smooth and seamlessly as the cigar smoke he exhaled. pushing the burning ash of his cigar against the tray, the stain of your pink lipgloss against the white paper visible in the golden bulbs of his office.

forgetting he asked you a question, you gurgle something in response. mouth too stuffed with the thickness of his dick to say anything coherent but you don’t mind the fauxly sympathetic cooes and the head pats Ari gives you. saying under the gravely tone of his breath how his dumb little girl can’t think straight when she’s stuffed with him.

it makes the slickness of your cunt increase with each slurp you have at his tip, his groans and hisses in approval. it’s been a while with you in this position, your knees digging into the softness of the expensive Persian carpet but you don’t complain. you love nights like this, when he’s stuck in his office doing stacks of paperwork and only you can have the power to pull him away from the stress of it all.

of course Ari likes it too, he gets to treat his princess to whatever she wants because she’s been a good girl for him while he’s been preoccupied with work. de-stressing and relaxing while his princess takes the workload off his shoulder with every lick and suck of her kitten tongue and soft lips. Ari is a serious man that follows a strict set of guidelines, the following of those golden requirements have their perks.

well... they applied only if you’ve been good— which you have been all day!

in Ari’s, Daddy’s, rulebook: good girls get rewarded. designer clothes, runway bags, nights out in the city— sweet little treats for you to enjoy. as a good girl you were being rewarded with a very special treat.

it wasn’t the promise of going out to the boutique tomorrow or a wad of cash you could spend on anything but something else and both options didn’t compare to this treat because let’s make it clear—

you’re a sucker for your Daddy’s lollipop.

it shows in the way you’re bobbing your head up and down, licking the long length of his hard cock with the tip of your tongue. fingers rubbing sensual and sloppy circles against his tighten balls, all while you enjoyed the symphony of groans and moans that erupts from your daddy’s mouth.

Ari glances down to your eyes, your pretty lashes crumpled together from your tears. crying those pretty tears for his cock with each thrust he shoves, all because of him and damn does he get harder when you shed more. typical for you to cry over his dick but fuck did it not bother you one bit as you take him deeper into your mouth. still looking up at him with those pretty starlight eyes that shine their innocent radiance.

“Daddy asked you a question, princess. come on, you can still blab your bratty mouth with my dick stuck in it.”

it has you sliding your tongue up his shaft until it rests on his bountiful tip, licking the slit leaking with salty perfume in thought. “yes Daddy, I love your cock in my mouth. I can’t live without it,” the voice that excludes past your lips wrapped around his member muffled yet he was able to hear every sloshed word.

“yeah Daddy fuckin knows you do. go on pretty girl, keep makin a mess on my dick,” it makes him lazily smirk when you bob your head up and down to respond to him, god you’re so fucking hot.

leaning his back against the leather of his office chair, thick muscles of his firearms and biceps folded behind his head to enjoy the show before him. watching his little princess taking him deeper down her little throat but making one mistake.

“nah ah, fuck! look up at me princess, look up. eyes on me when you take your treat,” you follow your eyes from the base of his cock, traveling them up the trail of chest hair from his lower muscles abdomen to his bare chest. “let Daddy see his pretty crybaby suckin’ his fat cock, don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself,”

although your eyes still latch on the shiny silver pendent gleaming in the golden light of his office. oh how that chain and pendant rested in between your teeth as he thrusted his cock deep in you till you felt him in your belly the other night.

suffocated in the heat of summer nights that led to endless fucking, the evidence stained on the silk sheets. although the slap of his large hand against you peach cheek awakens you from your dreamy reverie.

not too soft but not too hard, a warning that you dared not to ignore.

with that you latch sight of his half lid eyes, a storm brewing in those hues that almost make you stop sucking on his girth. the cloudy blueness in his summer borne hues shaded a much darker aura, shading much darker as you hallow your cheeks and sucker harder around his member. batting your lashes as you continue to take him further into your mouth while taking in the sight of his head thrown back and his mouth agaped.

the series of grunts and moans to his hand to come down to pull you off his dick, not knowing why. you thought that you were treating and taking care of your daddy real good as you played with him. glancing down at the carpet beneath you as you sit on your knees, poignant demeanor catching Ari’s attention, causing him to slowly smile.

taking in your glossy pout that was centimeters away from his standing cock, wrapping his large hand gently around her chin, lifting your head up so you could look up at him.

“Daddy was about to cum princess, you were gonna get your special treat too early and we can’t have that now can we? daddy just gave you his lollipop.” his thumb glides against your bottom lip, slicked with your spit and his pre-cum.

the silent command to open your mouth follows, obediently parting your lips so you can take his thumb and suck on it. “good little slut,”

wrapping your own hands around his wrist, you perk your lips around his thick digit. swirling your tongue around his thumb, with that you can see his cock twitching. bringing a darker shade of red with a glossier tip leaking and dripping more pre-cum down his shaft. “there we go baby. suck Daddy’s thumb like you do with his cock. good girl,”

Ari’s praise and the sinful sight of his hard standing cock has you rubbing your thighs together in need. whining around his thumb because you need to put your mouth back on him even when it’s torturing your cunt when he isn’t buried in you. although it seems that wish will soon be granted when Ari take his thumb out of your mouth with a swift pop! before wrapping his single hand around your neck.

“stick your tongue out for Daddy,” he grunts, the pressure of his fingers around your throat tightening a slight but still leaving room for you to breathe.

immediately you obey, sticking your tongue flat out and he darkly smiles while taking his cock in his hands. slapping his cock across your face before letting it tap against your tongue. moaning as the salt of his pre-cum hits your tongue, you wan to savor it in your mouth but Ari tsks at you when he notices.

“nah ah, baby. keep that tongue out for me, Daddy’s turn to play with that mouth. smile for Daddy princess, smile for me,” and you smile that million dollar smile that everyone talks in love with all while he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“nasty girl, such a dirty slut for her Daddy.” the slaps of his cock against your tongue stops but you’re too quick to have your mouth on him. his hands gripping your jaw roughly, his thumb and fingers pressing against your cheeks causing your lips to perk.

“wait wait wait- did I fucking tell you that you could have my cock yet?” his words sharp and willing to cut but he takes mercy upon those bambi eyes and those marshmallow tears.

“you want this princess?” Ari gestures as he takes his cock in his rough hands, he’s so sensitive that even his own touch causes him to bite his bottom lip.

“yes Daddy, I need it Daddy,” you whimper while nodding your head up and down.

it’s almost pathetic, Ari reflects but he rethinks that thought.

it’s indeed so pathetic how you were craving and yearning for his cock even when you were making out with it seconds prior. but damn did Ari love to tease you till you were in tears, so close but not given permission to run your tongue over your treat, trace all the veins bulging and pumping for their desire of your mouth—

if one thing was true is that you were a messy and desperate slut, but you were his messy a desperate slut — and you couldn’t look anymore hot when you’re sitting pretty on your knees in between his spread thighs.

“you need what princess?” Ari throws, that same hand that’s been gripping your face falls down to take its rightful place around your throat. bellowing voice low in his throat but you aren’t gonna let him intimidate you from finally getting your reward.

“my lollipop Daddy,” you perk dumbly, Ari secretly loving how you’re slowly going stupid for him as you lick your lips and he squeezes the sides of your neck while you’re midway through talking.

“you’re lollipop? i’m not so sure princess, is it your lollipop or my lollipop?” Ari questions, playing dumb to those furrow bros and pout of yours. that single thumb that you sucked earlier tracing those tears.

“yes Daddy it is mine, it’s only mine. my lollipop, cause i’ve been a good girl today,” you plead, those bambi eyes melting his heart like they always do.

“a good girl?”

“you’re good girl,” you correct and in response you see the softly dark twinkle in his eyes re-emerge.

silently, you lean your mouth towards his cock. kissing the white dewdrop of pre-cum that has been dripping down the thick vein of his shaft. hearing your daddy’s groan in approval, you continue to press your sloppy open mouth kisses until you reach his weeping crown. dipping the tip of your tongue in the thick coat of his salty brim, giving the fat head a delicate kitten lick.

“yeah lick that, lick Daddy’s cock pretty girl. it’s yours, all yours. your lollipop,” smiling to yourself as you wrap your mount around the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

enjoying the string of sweet moans and raspy sighs you get from your Daddy, both of you enjoying your reward. cause you’re a sucker for his lollipop and he’s a sucker for your mouth.

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[matchamorphosis]

MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

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・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you’ve been testing ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight— even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut with plot

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.7K — oof i’m sorry

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle and dynamics, daddy kink, extremely bratty reader, big mean daddy!ari, punishment, cursing, spankings, pussy slapping, some steamy scenes, spilt apple juice, a ruined Care Bear’s coloring page, use of nickname: muffin//muffin cake — MINORS DNI || 18+ INTERACTION ONLY —

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || my head was spiraling out of control and I felt bratty + missed my daddy!ari nonnie so I wrote this :): planning on making much more ddlg scenarios like these because they always seem like such a hit and i have so much fun writing them! anyways I hope you cherubs enjoy this! ♡  

↬ p.s || do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡  

it all started with a simple question.

the simplest of simple questions you know the right answer to. neverminded the fact that the supreme authority in the house, Ari Levinson, would still call you a big dumb baby if you’d answer correctly.

today was not the best day for you to endure one of your aggressively bratty tantrums he says you’re to old to commit — just as well as it wasn’t the best day for you to exclaim your snappy clever remarks he insisted you’re to little to speak of and understand.

you’re either his big girl or his little girl and no in-between’s.

today ignited something in you, lit a measly match that trailed a kerosene path he didn’t dare think fast enough to put out critically. Ari was too slow to realize the build up and now he’s facing the burning fire that’s practically charring the good nature that was usually your morally-correct actions and behavior.

today you just didn’t feel like being good.

simple as that.  

however no matter what you did you wouldn’t win, not on daddy’s watch.

glossy black Mary Janes kick the air in a fiery frenzy, folded arms shielding your face as you sob into the pink fluffy play rug. it’s laying underneath your arts and crafts table and of course your thrashing petite body that’s spiraling in the tantrum.

muffled curses and melodramatic wails fill the pink playroom and the cause of this brat fit was the man at the opposite end of the table. no more than a foot away from you, thick muscled arms crossed over his navy blue polo chest. tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for your tantrum to end he holds the plastic package of goldfish grahams he took from you.

it wasn’t a good decision to ease your previous brattiness with the brownie baked cookies. of course he couldn’t help but give into your sweet tooth if that meant for you to calm down. although Ari didn’t expect you to finish all the sugary goldfish in your snack bowl in the ten minutes you were out of supervision.

additionally, he didn’t see it coming at all when he left you at that to sip from your juice box and snack on the chocolate goldfish while you colored perfectly in between the bolded lines. all so he could finish some paperwork but not until finding you ten minutes after with the whole package at the account of checking in on you.

the sight of your hand in the bag greedily grabbing the graham goldfishes and shoving them into your mouth was a damn sight to see. even when he secretly hid it in the highest and secret, kept out of eyesight corner of the pantry closet— you somehow retrieved it and smuggled it back in your playroom.

the confiscated, nearly-empty package is now in his fisted grasp. Ari cannot believe the shade of anger and disappointment breaking unknown levels of his calming limits.

words cannot describe the irritation inflaming his mind, you’re suppose to be his good little girl.

his precious little starlet who behaved and acted accordingly but instead he has a brat screaming ass up and face down into the play rug. crying her bug head off because he took your spoiling sugary snack from you that he shouldn’t have given in the first place.

rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him, his blue hues lock on your baby lotion thighs that your tiny purple argyll mini skirt reveals. cotton thigh highs adorned with purple bows at the frilly cuffs that match the small silk ones braided into your hair he helped design, capture his eye.

ever since this morning your attitude has been off and not only did it confuse Ari but it confused you to at first. until you slowly grew into liking the devious part that was hidden inside you for so long that maliciously appeared when you woke up on the naughty side of the bed.

from Ari getting you out of bed, giving you your routine bath, arranging your outfit and getting your hair ready. as well as eating breakfast, you pouted and grumbled the whole time but Ari was still so soft and patient with you. it made your heart gooey but you were craving his mean side.

so after you two got ready and started your separate chores and hobbies for the day, you were slowly working your way to anticipating Ari get mean with you. just like your magic always worked wonders, he did get mean. scolded at you when you were in the middle of reading your book, raising his voice just a slight at you that you did all your chores wrong and haven’t even completed some.

it was scary just for minute that he even had a hint of anger in his voice but damn did you enjoy the wetness in your panties at the same time when he ordered you to do them fully and correctly. until finally what he believed would be the end to your brattiness, nap time arrived.

thankful for it as he started lunch, thinking that when you’d wake up he would recognize his well mannered princess but what he didn’t expect would happen afterwards as he woke you up that you were more crankier than before. 

the two of you had your lunch of toasty grilled cheese, thick tomato soup and chicken salad. you were still moody and cranky when you sat down in your pastel chair with the wooden pink painted words of princess displayed on the crest rail.

of course he looked at you as if a mountain troll was stealing his princesses throne because he didn’t recognize the pout pulling at your full glossy lips. the scrunched brows making a dramatic impression that married well with your anger inflicted face that spoiled your pretty facial features.

as much as your daddy thought you looked adorable being cranky, every little thing seemed to tick you off. you had a problem with everything that could either easily be fixed or was out of your hands.

the grilled cheese wasn’t cut in the shapes that you wanted, he placed the cheesy slices in your wrong disney princess plate, you didn’t want to eat your greeny nasty salad, you wanted another cup of sprite. which you were neglected of because ari had a limit set for you from not drinking anything more than the amount your tiny hello kitty cup provided.

and most importantly you wanted to have Lulubelle, your tangerine teddy bear, to eat at the table.

of course he fixed his first two mistakes but you knew better than to argue against and ask for anything that went against the rules. instead of putting you to a corner, he set up another option.

encouraged you to eat your greens to set a good example for your stuffies. replaced the second cup of sprite you wanted with a juice box of your choice and placed Lulubelle on one of the living room couches telling you she will wait for you to finish eating and washing your hands.

but even with those resolutions there were major bumps and outbursts.

you played with your food by smacking your spoon against the soups surface which caused little splatters of red dots across the glossy cherry oak table and grumbled under your breath as you picked off the crust of the grilled sandwich.

flicking it with the swiftness of your two inch acrylics, the pieces landing in Ari’s soup or hair.

it was as if you were set on getting on his nerves because damn right you were.

rolled your eyes and silently mimicked his mouth when he ordered you to stop. deviously giggled when the funny vein on his forehead that only bulged out when he was really mad at you was potentially going to pop out. 

a smirk playing your lips when the corner of your eye caught every clench of his fist when you would hit the table leg obnoxiously as you slurped your soup. misbehaved yet did what he ordered you to when you believed his attention was back on his own food.

it was a very long lunch and as much as he thought he was going to snap at you and put you in your time out chair that was rarely used because you never ever acted like this, he left you to wash up as he cleaned up after lunch.

you would normally help him with cleaning the table or giving him any dirty dishes for him to clean when he was busy at the faucet. but he allowed you to run off into the living room and play with your stuffed bear in whatever todays make belief adventure the two of you were on.

cleaning up was easy since he only had to clean the bowls, plates and utensils the two of you ate with but it wasn’t until he started to clean the table did he notice all the soup drops against the cleaning plastic as well as the chunky pieces of lettuce, tomato, and bread crusts under the table around your chair. 

Ari was close to exploding, because he taught you better then to throw food and waste it but he gave himself a breath, counted to ten and made sure to make a mental note tonight. after your special cartoon marathon, he’d have a very important talk to you about food waste and how wrong it was.

so after cleaning up and warning the two of you were going to have a talk tonight, he settled you in your playroom since it was a room away from his office. Ari never felt comfortable or secure with leaving you all alone downstairs without someone watching over you. 

adjusting and nestling the baby monitor on one of your teddy bears heart strap, he placed the stuffed bear near your arts and crafts table. even if you were glaring at him for doing so, you weren’t a baby. although as usual, your daddy shushed at you and placed a kiss at your temple that made you silent as you pulled out your coloring books from your big wooden weaved basket with a grumble.

Ari knew you despised the baby monitor but he made it a priority to place it near you at all times when he wasn’t near. even if the meeting was only going to be around fifteen minutes, your daddy wasn’t going to narrow down the possibilities of something going wrong. 

after settling your desired snacks when you remind him that it’s snack time, Ari settled your juice box that he already pierced the straw through the tin foiled hole and your brownie goldfish in your hello kitty snack bowl halfway. checked his watch knowing he had to attend the virtual meeting in less than a few minutes.

kneeling down at your level as you munched on the fish shaped cookies and colored in a fluffy cloud a Care Bear was sleeping on. pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Daddy is going to be working in his office princess. can you behave like a good girl until daddy’s done with his meeting?”

the smile that was on your face disappeared, you didn’t want daddy to go and leave you alone!

I mean what was more important than sitting and watching you color? have you feed him the chocolatey goldfish and draw pretty sparkly hearts and shooting stars for him?

“Daddy I don’t want you to go! can the work wait?” you whine but Ari shook his head with a sigh, standing up to your dismay. peering down at you as you glare up at him.

“no the work can’t wait, muffin. it’ll only be twenty minutes and after Daddy does the work he’ll be back here. helping you color a page from your coloring book, how does that sound?” the soft lowness of his voice didn’t leave room for you to bite back an aggression but only nod.

“yes Daddy I would really like that.” Ari smiled to himself at that, thinking that your brattiness has finally come to an end as he left your room.

oh how wrong he was when he arrived back once the meeting was over.

Ari literally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you didn’t even look ashamed at all. not stuttering trying to explain your faultless contribution to this crime-like action.

to add onto the shock, when he snatched the bag just full of five goldfishes and crumbs did you start to cry and spiral into you tantrum even when he said nothing yet.

now we are here five minutes later.

with Ari looking down at your still continuing tantrum but noticing it’s lessening with your kicks and whines.

the only thing he feels is disappointment.

not only were you ruining your chances of watching the annual cartoon marathon the cable TV’s going to premiere later on tonight— that he allowed you to stay up to after relentless begs and your good behavior from previous weeks before — but you completely spoiled your appetite for dinner.

your favorite meal he made specially to go along with the cartoon marathon but now watching your tantrum become even more relentless Ari is confirming that you most definitely will not participate in it. maybe even cut your day short once you complete your night routine after dinner and make you head straight to bed.

“are you done being a brat now?” Ari, you’re soft daddy bear snapped viciously.

however you’re still letting out whines and sniffs as you reveal your red teary eyes from the carpet. the sight of them makes him want to drop the bag, kneel down and scoop you in his arms. kiss your face and tell you he’s sorry that he took the cookies away from you, but he can’t.

Ari cannot let this tantrum slide and give you what you want no matter how much it hurts his heart he isn’t trying to calm you down himself in the security and warmth of his arms around his little one.

he needs to put his foot down.

and it serves him right, because once latching your eyes on your mean Daddy’s austere blues you grab your white tiger stuffie nearby. covering your tear stricken face within the faux white fur with a gritted and bratty hmph! 

it was infuriating how your Daddy had to take all the things you wanted away from you. obviously you didn’t have a say in anything cause you were suppose to be his good girl but why continue to act good now when you know you’re Daddy is going to ruin the only thing that you’ve been anticipated since the beginning of December?

today approximately around eight o’clock on the dot the big people channel you were forbidden to watch from was going to premiere all your favorite holiday cartoons. The Powerpuff Girls, Scooby Doo, Charlie Brown, Looney Tunes, and the various vintage episodes of nostalgic Mickey Mouse.

if all went wrong as you went down with your ship you could watch some of the holiday issued tapes of Strawberry Shortcake and Winnie the Pooh on your vcr but it wasn’t as often you would have access to the other cartoon specials you enjoyed premiering their limited episodes at the touch of a remote and Ari knows this!

your big mean Daddy knows how much you’ve been looking forward to it but he’s probably going to instead send you off to your secluded bed in the separate room he sends you to when he was to furious to have you sleep with him in your shared big king bed after dinner. 

belly full of your favorite food that’s going to stir badly in your stomach as you shift under your warm covers restless because it wouldn’t be your goddamn bedtime. only having the single company of your golden fairy nighty nightlight and the only stuffie he’d allow you to cuddle for the night.

it makes you want to explode because you know how this is going to end but you’re head is to tired to even say anything in retaliation or beg him not to reconsider.

but maybe… if you think up something quick to throw him off it’ll buy you enough time to behave and show him you could be good. 

even though you screamed all the naughty no-no words Ari would have you over his lap in a second if you even thought of them. throat sore and red eyes stinging from crying so damn much and rubbing your closed eyelid fiercely against the play rug and stuffie.

a plan is concocting in your mind, nothing devious but it will have its dose of your witty pettiness and unholy brattiness.

daddy won’t suspect a thing, you thought as you stopped your sniffs and cries.

wiped your tears with the cashmere sleeve of your cropped lavender cardigan as you got up from your sprawled position. patted your argyle patterned skirt down to smooth out any wrinkles and got back to work on the arts and crafts table.

and your plan is beginning to work because it does take Ari by surprise when you get up from your pathetic little position. the purple argyle skirt now fully covering your bum, he knows you’re ignoring his stern stare when you scoot your knees back to the small crafts table.

continuing to color from your coloring book as if nothing happened.

Ari scoffs to himself, what kind of mind game were you playing on him?

“what do you think you’re doing muffin?” Ari spoke and for once you stare back at him. eyes slightly red as evidence of your crying, they’re calm now as they meet his.

“nothing Daddy, i’m just coloring,” you spoke, the crayon in your hand shading in a midnight sky. Ari continues to stare down until he takes the crayon from you— but what he doesn’t expect is that when he snatches the crayon from you he accidently knocked over your apple juice box.

the mellow yellowish liquid spills onto your crayon box, containing the limited edition colors you prized. soaking your beloved coloring tools with the sticky juice; it made your bottom lip tremble as you quickly grab the slightly soggy box. you let out a whine as you feel tears spring in your eyes.

the unintentional incident and your heartbroken state almost has Ari yet again stumbling to fix what wasn’t really his fault. leaving the room to get paper towels and a cleaning spray.

coming to terms with this, you’re surprised to find the casualty of your crayons diverting the attention away from you and onto something else.

maybe if you kept this up, eight o’clock would come and he’d have nothing else to do then allow you to have your cartoon marathon.

you thought as you tapped a single finger to your peachy cheek in thought.

all you had to do was put him in situations that would conflict him into think it was initially his fault therefore guilting him into giving you what you wanted!

then you’d be set on the living room rug with a plate of your favorite food on your lap. a stuffie at your hip and looking up at the tv as the credits for the first cartoon of the night rolled in.

quickly finding some Lysol wipes and tissues in the playroom you clean up the mess and the cardboard crayon box as Ari’s loud footsteps come closer and closer.

swiftly disposing them in the craft trash basket and settled in your cushion seat before he arrived in the doorway with his arms full of cleaning supplies. when Ari stepped back into the room he was surprised to find you already cleaned up the mess and properly sitting as you continued coloring.

twirling a braided lock of purple silk bowed hair around your finger. figuratively showing how much you were controlling those dominant Daddy instincts of his he wasn’t going to have you get your way.

you still need to come to terms of all the wrongs you committed today and if all goes well he’d decide if you could attend to that cartoon marathon. “muffin?” Ari spoke and on que your head lifts up, your pearly white smile so tender and innocent as if you weren’t messing with mind to get whatever you wanted.

meaning excuse all the trouble you got yourself into.

“yes Daddy?” voice soft and perky as you settle the crayon on the table, he catches you sitting up straighter. elbows resting on the table and arms pressing close to your chest to pronounce your plump cleavage the top three un-buttoned piece of your cardigan displayed.

the delicious sight has him licking his lips, wanting to throw you over his shoulder with the loud and rough slaps to your ass and take you to your room. throwing you on the bed and rip every little piece of clothing off of you. 

—but that’s what you want him to do, you want to have him distracted from the task at hand. especially when the task is putting you in your place and marginalizing your chances of watching the night special of holiday cartoons.

“what do brats get?” that question has you dropping your eyes from his to stare blankly at the coloring book and lined arrange of crayons in front of you.

did you want to answer him correctly or did you not want to answer at all?

the options where bouncing in your head but you didn’t realize Ari’s still waiting for you to answer when you ignored the question. picking up a crayon and colored in a Care Bear as if he didn’t ask you anything at all.

“muffin are you listening to me?” Ari sighs, tone no longer the softness as a few minutes ago and no longer bearing the same patience as before.

it doesn’t match your inattentive focus, you’re still coloring and teasing him. the sleeve of the tight periwinkle cardigan slipping off your shoulder, showing more of your rich skin that Ari wants to kiss and mark with his lips.

shaking his head out of it, telling himself that he was the adult and you were the brat and he was going to— no matter how much you were going to cry — discipline you into obedience and get his well behaved muffin back.

“i’m going to count to three and if-” he’s cut off when you roll your eyes on him, catching his voice in his mouth like a frog in his throat. Ari’s conflicted entirely and pissed entirely because you’ve never rolled your eyes at him, ever.

so as you persisted to ignore Ari, scribbling one of your multi colored crayons, you have a pink one in your hand. shading in a heart and an idea shines like a lightbulb above his head.

without any warning his large hands snatch the coloring book from under your grasp. the pale purple crayon in your small hand that was once shading in Share Bears fur runs along the whole paper. the sudden climax of running colored wax against moving paper, shocking you to a gasp.

an offended wail excludes from your mouth but Ari is too pissed to feel sympathetic. getting up he holds the coloring book he bought for you during the weekend above his head. somewhat enjoying and taking pleasure as you stand up on your tippy toes and jump to retrieve it with fail. 

indeed taking pleasure as he stares down at your full tits bouncing in your comfortable tube top that’s underneath the cardigan. loving your cries and whines as you beg him to give your coloring book back.

eyeing your tiny delicious figure that's far too small to reach the skyscraper height that holds your beloved Care Bears coloring book. it made Ari’s heart melt when you hugged and pressed your kisses all over his bearded face when he gifted you it some day ago but he never thought he’d enjoy taking it away from you.

right now he has to put you in your place and ignore the tightness in his pants to deal with later. “Daddy you ruined my drawing!” your sobs and whimpers proclaim, continuing to jump as your cries became louder and tears become more present.

“you didn’t answer Daddy’s question little one,” he hissed and with that your cries come to an end to just reveal a glare then a smirk.

quitting your attempts of retrieving the coloring book you turn around and walk away. a slight hypnotic flow of your hips and curves making Ari’s eyes train to the plump assets.

“what was the question again?” you sighed tiredly, encouraging the deadly glare your Daddy has on you.

a yawn overcoming you as you hovered your hand over your mouth that makes Ari scoff. glossy lips still bearing cookie crumbs at the corners you stretched, you lick them off and you bite your lip at him.

mocking him in your divine rebelliousness.

letting out little high pitched noises as you arched your back with your hands twined together above your head. again, to emphasize your cleavage, “would it just go in one ear and out the other or would you actually listen and answer like a good girl?” Ari seethed.

you stand there and register it and of course you were heading off the direction you want but maybe you can turn the tables on him. “i’ll be a good girl Daddy, I promise i’ll listen,” voice soft and assured.

Ari cocks his head to the side at that promise, quirking a brow but not breaking the stare he has on his precious angel that’s playing the devil. he’ll put that promise to the test, walking around the small yet wide arts and crafts table he finally stands in front of you.

making you heart thump louder and louder with each step he takes.

crouching down on his knees to face you at your eye level, Ari sees the devilish twinkle in your starlight eyes. waiting for him to ask the question he knows you can answer correctly.

“what do brats get?”

his stern and mean face that always makes you stutter on your own words and trip over your own feet clashes with yours.

of course you can answer correctly, you can but you can’t believe how fun and thrilling it is with not just your growing ego but the wetness growing in between your legs. soaking your lace panties when your hands lift up to trace his bulging biceps through the short sleeved polo.

“treats?”

you whisper, before your hand goes to grasp the bulge of his trousers that he lets out a pleasured hiss. before you can smirk he’s slapping your hand off his trouser covered cock.

and in a blitz of a second you’re squeaking out a squeal as Ari grabs you by your arm. dragging you to the rocking chair resting near your bookshelves of thick hardcover storybooks and sits in the cushion seat before throwing you over his lap.

whines and cries getting louder when Ari lifts up the tiny argyle skirt to reveal your ass. tummy squirming against his lap he pulls gently at your hair to lift it up.

“keep squirming and i’ll add another five to the twenty you already have,” he hisses but you still can’t believe everything has lead to this.

Daddy never gave you spankings.

never gave you physical punishments before but as much as you were despising the situation you can’t believe how your slicked core is getting wetter with each second that’s passing. with your Daddy’s large hands caressing your ass cheeks and those thick fingertips teasing your pussy’s slit.

“you’re going to count each spank I give you and after each spank I want you to thank me. no whines, no crying just ‘thank you Daddy’. do you understand me?”

Ari’s deep low voice above you rumbling your core like thunder on a dark stormy night. only leaving you to whimper in fear as you nod but were caught off guard when he landed a loud swift slap! to your ass. causing you to gasp in pain.

“yes!” you cried but squirmed when he chuckled down at you. leaving you wandering what you did wrong before he landed another spank to the same cheek. causing you to cry out and feeling the honey of your pussy drench your inner thighs.

“what was that? did you even listen to your Daddy?” he hissed as another rough spank crashed onto your ass, “what do you fuckin say?” he practically roared, leaving more tears to drop down the landscape of your dewy face.

“one! thank you daddy!” you wail pathetically, tears soaking your cheeks, you knew your Daddy is doing what was best for you but you couldn’t help but want to squirm away from his grasp.

catching you doing so he grips your neck in his grasp. “don’t you fuckin run from me now muffin, you acted like a brat so i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat. we have one down and nineteen to go, don’t disappoint me,” Ari seethed before grasping your panties and pulling them off you.

by pulling off he ripped them at the area that covered your ass, marveling at the wetness of not just the panties but your pussy as well. “my muffin got worked up misbehaving? you get your dumb cunt wet when you disrespect Daddy’s authority?” he murmurs.

stuttering and attempting to answer the words become inaudible once your lips part at the calloused hands of Ari’s. soaked panties in his hold, he shoves them into your mouth. making you taste your own sweetness as he licks his own fingers from your honey and moans at the tangy palette.

“I thought we established no talking, you really are just a stupid little girl,” as much as his words sprung tears in your eyes you couldn’t help but feel your core burn. clenching your thighs together as result he darkly chuckles at the pathetic action.

his hands grip your thighs to forcibly split them apart, “oh muffin cake don’t distract Daddy now,” he darkly chuckles and before you now it a loud and swift slap hits your wet pussy. making you cry out in pain that’s slowly growing into pleasure.

“you’ve done enough of that for today. right now Daddy’s gonna have to punish you,” his hand that’s still at your cunt rubs it.

the slick of your wetness sounding off creating an erotic echo in the room and just like that he’s slapping your small wet pussy with his rough hand again. 

“and no matter how much you cry or squirm or beg me to stop I want you to handle it like the big girl I know you can be. do you understand me?” his growl overcoming your muffled pained whimpers and moans as you feverishly nod your head up and down.

pulling the panties out of your mouth you nod your head, “yes Daddy, I understand,” you whimper after a few hiccups.

you can’t see the smirk plastered on his face but you can see his risen hand in the air from the corner of your dress up hand mirror. angled on the floor to capture the moment, shuddering when it disappears from the mirrors image you feel the rough spank at your cheek.

not as rough and angry as the first three but still enough that it stings tremendously, “two, thank you Daddy,” 

“that’s what I like to hear muffin,” Ari smirks before getting back to work.  

your Daddy continued to give you your deserved spankings, your ass bruised and sore by the time he was finished and was satisfied with each one you counted and thanked him for.

praised you for not squirming even when you wanted to as he covered your ass with the thin material of your skirt.

“you did so well muffin cake. handled and took your punishment like the good girl I knew you could be,” he whispered lovingly in your ear m as he carried you to both your shared bedroom to rub some soothing lotion on your sore bum.

“thank you Daddy. I-i’m so sorry I was so bad today,” you whimpered as chocked hiccups become more unbearable. eyes swelling up with tears and a little sob erupting from your mouth. Ari shushes it by taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay baby, I promise everything is okay. no matter how bad you act always know, always know that Daddy still loves you. i’ll always love you muffin cake, that’s forever.” those soft blue hues lace with yours and you truly do feel at ease.

nodding your head at his soft supportive assertion, his forehead pressed to yours and your noses rubbing tenderly against each other. making you giggle and he grins as he laughs with you before setting you down on the bed.

Ari rubs the soothing cold lotion against your bum, continuing to shower you with divine praises, sweet appreciations and heart warming adorations that made your peachy cheeks sore from your never-ending smile.

afterwards he gently carries you in his arm downstairs heading to the living room. telling you how you and him were going to fix the coloring page he ruined as snuggle you face into his neck. large bunny stuffie in you locked armed connection he settles you down on the couch.

grabbing the fluffy throw blanket draped on one of the other couches he grabs it and wraps your lower half in it. giggling as he tucks it around your sides to make sure you’re nestled nice and warm, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ari glances down to his watch with a soft smile, clutching the remote on the coffee table he turns the TV on.

smirking at your confusion when he goes on the channel that’s minutes away from airing the cartoon marathon.

“Daddy what are you doing?” your hushed voice catches his ears, Ari turns his head over his shoulder at you looking up at him with those conflicted doe eyes.

“i’m letting my muffin watch her cartoons. Daddy knows you’ve been waiting a month to watch them and daddy knows his princess deserves it,” his soft smile only but eludes your guiltiness.

“but i’ve been really bad today. b-bad girls don’t get TV time. they don’t get to watch cartoons,” you sob as tears began to fall once more but they’re quickly wiped away at Ari’s warm hands, cooing you into calming down.

“Daddy knows you’ve been bad today, but you proved to Daddy that you were good at handling your punishment. bad girls don’t get TV time, you’re right, but bad girls who take their punishments well and understand what they did wrong get TV time. because they’re no longer bad girls,” he smiles and you smile as well, leaning in for a kiss he accepts.

“there’s only a couple of minutes left before the premiere starts. Daddy’s gonna be in the kitchen starting dinner, if you need anything just call Daddy’s name out okay?” he whispers and you nod your head, shifting attentively on the couch to get into a comfortable position.

smiling to yourself as you pull your bunny plushie closer when the commercials end and the beginning credits to How The Grinch Stole Christmas starts to roll in.

you come to a solid conclusion.

no matter how you get in your bratty fits that your Daddy is going to forever love you. and no matter how stern Daddy is and how angry you are at him, you’re forever going to love him.

and no spanking or ruined drawing is ever going to change that!

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