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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Sub Ari! Sub Ari! Sub Ari! Something... anything on sub Ari please 🥺

Ask and ye shall receive. So I don’t write Sub!Ari and reader, we get a Sub!Ari X Reader X Curtis. Ari is a switch. He can turn off his dominate side, and let his wife and husband Dom him. He can double Dom with his husband to their wife. And there is something that makes them both weak, seeing a man bigger than both of them, submit like a good little boy.

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Can We Do Double?

Summary: Curtis catches your punishing Ari.

Pairings: Ari X Reader X Curtis

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, face riding, DD/lg dynamics, throuple (2 men/1 woman), light bondage, anal, teasing, pussy job, cum swapping, praise kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

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Curtis walks through the door, and looks around confused. It was too quiet. With a a glance into the living room, thinking he might find you and Ari sleeping, but nothing. If it wasn’t for the fact that both of your cars were here, he would think the house was empty.

He sets off to the bedroom, maybe you were asleep in there. But with an open of the door, the two of you were anything but resting. Ari naked, his cock angry and leaking of precum, begging for attention, while you rode his face. Your hands pressed tightly on his chest, and your head thrown back to the ceiling. Hips gyrating on his flattened tongue, while he basks in your juices. His full beard glistening from your cum.

Ari’s lips go to circle around your bundle of nerves, and you turn to look at him behind you. His eyes deep pools of lust, “Did I say you could move your tongue?”

He mumbles out a no, shaking his head, and you adjust yourself to hover over him. Ari lets a strained whimper, and you chuckle at him, “What were you saying sweet boy?”

“No, you didn’t tell me to move my tongue,” his eyes drift to your cunt that he would prefer to be feasting on. With his hands tied to the bedposts, he can’t drag you back down. “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Please, I just want you to sit on my face. Use me.”

“What are you two doing?”

“Hey Daddy!” you give him a little yip and he shakes his head.

“You’re role right now isn’t the submissive. Ari is deep in sub space, you’ll confuse him.”

“Oh yeah, right.”

Curtis slowly begins removing his clothes, a soft, “And she wants me to be submissive,” rolls of his lips, and you pout at him. “Uh-uh. I asked a question. What’re you two doing?”

“Ari…this sweet boy wanted to be punished.”

“Ari,” Curtis chastises, leaning over to look at him. His hand gathering up your slick from his beard, and he pops his thumb into Ari’s desperate mouth. “Is that true?”

He nods his head, that mouth sucking on Curtis’ appendage, and his tongue circling around it. “I bet you thought you would make me let you suck my dick, huh? This sweet princess of ours has already started the punishment though,” Ari whimpers at the thought. He wants it all. It’s never enough.

“What did he do?”

“He scared me,” you answer giving your ass s wiggle, but never settling back over Ari. Leaning down on his chest, you give his lower stomach sweet kisses, creating a trail right to his cock that was in bad need of attention.

“Sweet boy, how could you? Or maybe you’re just a little brat who enjoys this slow torture.”

Using Ari’s chin as a way to stimulate your clit, you lick up his own slit. Ari’s musky flavor invades your senses, and you moan at the feeling.

“Well, you’ve got two choices, baby,” Curtis begins. His fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and he snaps his fingers at you. “Stay with me, Princess.”

“That’s not what you call me.”

“If I use the other one, I’m dealing with a brat who wants to be punished and a needy little cunt who can’t finish what she started. Stay with me,” you know he’s right. This is what he was preparing you for. You wanted Curtis to submit, but then you were easily overwhelmed with Curtis. It was a losing battle.

“Now, baby boy, choice one, you continue letting your mommy fuck that pretty face of yours, while I fuck that tight little cunt. Neither one of us will touch that cock. I like making you cum without touching it.”

“Or?” you ask kissing up Ari’s shaft. Lifting up your ass enough for him to see your drenched pussy clenching around nothing.

“Or, have this angel straddling you, and I take turns fucking both of you.”

Ari’s face turns up in thought. Barely able to properly think with your pretty folds in his face, and Curtis finally removing his pants, his cock hard and throbbing.

“Double?”

“No baby boy, her pussy lips will be hugging your cock, but you won’t be in her. You’ll be sliding that pretty dick through her folds. I’ll be fucking your asses.”

“Yes!” Ari shouts excitedly. “Yes!”

Moving to sit up, you look behind you at his excited face, and he nods, “That didn’t answer the question,” you remind him.

“Fuck us both. Daddy, I need you to stretch out my cunt! And my cock is so needy for something.”

“Alright princess, this sweet boy made a decision,” he holds out a hand for you, and helps you spin around facing Ari. You give your sweet boy a filthy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue has you grinding over his messy cock. His spongy tip rubs over your clit, and you moan into his mouth.

Taking care of him, while Curtis lubes the two of you up. Thumb fucking the two of you, and Ari’s lewd mewls in your mouth has you begging for more.

Curtis pushes his cock into Ari’s tight little hole first, and that sweet boy gasps on your lips. “I wanna see us make him a wreck,” you lean up, letting Ari’s face be the perfect thing for you and Curtis to watch. Not just his sweet sounds, but the way his face turns up in pleasure. His hands twisting around, as he tries to free himself.

“You know that’s not gonna last,” Curtis mentions, giving a hard thrust into Ari, has him whispering out another please. “He’ll break through those flimsy ties.”

“I wanted him to,” you give Ari a hard grind, and Curtis pulls out of Ari’s ass, and entering into yours. Ari pouts up at you, not out of jealousy, but because he wants to hold you.

Curtis slams his hips into your ass, leaving you a gasping mess. “I did not think you were going to be this easy, Princess.”

“Curtis.”

“Pay attention to him,” you pet along Ari’s beard, telling him what a pretty boy he was. Both you and Curtis loving how he preens with the praise.

Curtis pulls out of you, and enters back into Ari, “Look at you, baby,” you coo down at him, “Make mommy so proud, and break your bonds. Show me how tight that pretty hole of yours is gripping Curtis’ cock by holding me.”

“Holy shit,” Curtis pants, his thrusts turning more swift. Railing into Ari with a fervent need.

Ari does as he’s told, making fists, and you drool at the sight of his thick arms, shining with sweat, and those veins you just want to bite, break his bonds, “Such a good sweet boy,” you sing his praises. He grabs onto your hips hard. Using your body to move up and down on his cock. Delighted that he’s getting a pussy job and Curtis was making him breathless.

The three of you sea of delighted moans, and wet slapping skin. All connected, and no sight of where the other begins. Every part of you belongs to each other. Ari grips your hips even tighter. His muscles rippling with how fast he rubs you on his cock.

“Oh, he’s gripping me so tight. You close baby boy?” Ari struggles to nod, and you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair. He was always so pretty as he was falling apart. Completely out of his mind with pleasure, and you were part of that reason. It made you feel strong and powerful.

“Ahh, fuck!” Curtis growls, his thrusts reaching an all time high, and he stabs into Ari vigorously, “Let go!”

Curtis was struggling. He was about to blow, and Ari wasn’t there. His nipples right there, you pinch them both hard, and lean down to kiss on his neck, “Let go baby, it’ll feel so good. You look so pretty when you,” Ari lets out a long whine, as he spurts onto the two of you. Your pussy lips loving the extra heat from his added spunk, and with one hard and deep thrust, you hear Curtis letting out his orgasm yell. Slowing his movements and letting Ari milk him dry.

Removing yourself from Ari, you lick up the creamy mess, and turn to give Curtis a taste. His tongue immediately dominating your mouth, as he tastes yours and Ari’s essences. “Very good,” he says pushing you back.

“Baby, you want a bath?”

“Yes, please,” Ari coos, going to sit up. “Daddy?” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at him, having an idea where this is going. “Can we do double later?”

“Of course. I need you in a different headspace. But I think we can manage double with our Little Princess. You want her ass or her cunt?”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #ari levinson #sub!ari levinson #curtis everett #ari levinson smut #curtis everett smut #ari x reader x curtis #ari x little princess x curtis #ari levinson x little princess x curtis #ari levinson x reader x curtis

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instructionsonback · 1 year

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THE PERFECT CLUB

6” x 9”

JAEVONN HARRIS

#Devil Artemis x #devil Artemis #dau #the dau #producedbymelv #Kermit #cell #Kermit and cell #fine art #art #visual arts #dbz #goku #muppets #shallot

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crystalcanis · 5 months

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Been working on putting together a voice claim video for the past year. I'm almost done but it's still gonna take a bit!

Here is Noriel tho :> I might switch or add one or two lines that are more in-character for her in the final vid, but this has been her voice for several years! Their voice claim surprises people at first, but they're just a small kid! And I can't imagine them with any other voice.

#canisart #noriel #fade away #voice claim #she is one of if not The most accurate exact voice in the video so far! Max and Ash are trailing very close too #wings: island of ales #DAU #Youtube

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heirs-furry-art-blog · 11 months

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King Sedi'ment

#my art #digital art #dnd art #dnd #dnd character #dnd 5e art #dungeons and drawings #dau #dnd dau

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dustysandstorm · 3 months

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If I was just a little beafte, would you still give me treats?

#dau #fatfur #quad #this form has been kicking around in my head for WEEKS and i finally gathered enough spoons to doodle it #it feels very comfy very cozy. i mgiht try to draw lil beaftedau for funsies tbh bc ouhhhhh #ouhhhh being a lil creacture feels delightful and silly and joyous #hide your treats and hide your snacks bc now i can squeeze into your cupboards and eat em all up!!!!

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zarbon-the-faggotron · 2 years

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Cell: Can I have some water?

 Frieza: *starts chugging his water bottle*

 Frieza: *chokes from drinking too fast*

 Frieza: *spills water all over himself*

 Frieza, coughing: I don't have any water.

#dragon ball z #devilartemis universe #devilartemis #dau #DBZ #cell #perfect cell #lord frieza #frieza #dragon ball

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khushireadsandrambles · 7 months

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So I am sick and Dau was here yesterday, so when today I saw this reel and I realised how heavily and hilariously this basically me and Dau coded so here is it:-

Modern!Dau and Troublemaker Me!!

Note: The language was UP type and it was in Reel so I am typing so. In no way it is to hurt anyone's sentiments*

(Scene 1)

Dau: *phone rings* Haan kaho Chhoti Behna (Yeah speak lil sister)

Me: Dau kya kar rhe the? (Dau what were you doing?

Dau: Tumhari na ho saki Bhabhi se batiya rahe the *simp smile* (Was speaking to your almost Sister-in-law)

Me: Are na ho saki Bhabhi ko chhodo aur ho chuki behen par dhyaan do! Dharr liye gaye hai! (are leave my almost Sister-in-law and focus on already born Sister. I am caught!)

Dau: *sits up alarmed* Kya ki tum? (What did you do?)

Me: Are Chandu Chacha ki Tapri me se Churan chura rahe the (I was stealing Churan from shop of Chandu chacha)

Dau: Churan? *guffaws* Sorry boli ki nahi tum? (Did you said sorry?)

Me: Sorry ham apne Baap ko na bole! (I won't say sorry to even our Father!)

Dau: Dekho vo hamara bhi Baap tameez se baat Karo. Aur nahi aa rhe hai ham! (see he's my Father too talk with respect. And I am not coming.)

Me: Pakka? Theek hai. To fir ham Kallu Pandit ko le aate hai (Sure? Okay. I will call Kallu Pandit then.) *cuts call*

Dau: Ye use bhi janti hai? Kya Gundi paida ki hai gharwalo ne.. (She knows him too? What sort of Don has taken birth in our house..)

(Scene 2)

Me; Dau!

Dau: Kya ho gaya? Aise muh kyu sadai ho? (What happened? Why is your mood spoiled?)

Me: Are ek launde ne gadi khadi kardi thi hamari parking me. Ham phek aaye! (A Guy parked his Bike at my place. I threw away!)

Dau: Tum gadi hi phek ayi? (You threw away the bike?)

Me: Nahi, ham Launda phek aaye! Bol raha tha launde layege launde layege, hamne kaha le aao! (No, I threw the boy away. Was screaming I will bring boys I will bring boys.)

Dau: Haan dekh lege (Yeah we will see)

Me: Niche khada hai. *dry and quiet* (Standing downstairs)

Dau: Kitne hai? (How many?)

Me: Around 10? *counts*

Dau: *picks up a Hockey* Ek extra rakh liyo *rolls sleeve* (Keep an extra)

Me: *smirks and enthusiastically nods*

Dau: *smirks triumphantly at beaten up boys* Haath lagake dikhao hamari behna ko fir se! (Try touching my sister once more!)

Me: *grins proudly*

#dau #baldau #balram #krishna and his antics #modern #modern dau

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rhulyon · 5 months

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Found a giant size King of Tokio in the boardgames convention. Want to play.

#boardgames #dau

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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This Beautiful Family

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Summary: Harlan loves his family

Pairings: Ransom X Harlan

Rating: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Warnings: mentions of jumping on the bed, soft!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

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Harlan leans over to give Story a kiss to her head, pulling the book out of the sleeping child’s hand when he looks over at his grandson. Ransom gives a soft kiss to your sleeping self, baby Lucy face down on his chest with her butt in the air. Iris leans her body on the other side of Ransom. With Blade sprawled across yours and Ransom’s lap, and even in your sleep your fingers comb through Aster’s hair.

Harlan had many doubts that he would ever see Ransom like this. The boy, now a man, had seen his fair share of ups and downs, especially with you. The two of you had fought not to be together, and now you were proving that you were meant to be. It was serene at the estate. The annual house Christmas decorating day had ended with Harlan’s reading of A Christmas Carol, and Story’s sleepy children’s version of The Nutcracker. And now the old man looks at the other as if Ransom was his own son.

His children that he desperately fought for sprawled around on the two of you, except the tiny nine-year-old in Harlan’s lap. Ransom’s deep blue eyes dart around to each family member as he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “They’re uncomfortable,” he mumbles, leaning over to rest his head on you.

He couldn’t move with Blade’s legs on his lap, and you and Iris on his shoulders, and his fifth on his chest. “Would you trade it?” Harlan’s deep voice whispers over to Ransom, and he shakes his head no.

“Not for all the money in the world,” Lucy’s mouth opens in a wide yawn, and she snuggles in tighter to Ransom. A hand going up to his beardless face that she wasn’t all too fond of. Those chubby little hands rubbing on his cheek.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, but I’m proud of you, son.”

“I didn’t do this,” he twists his head to give you a quick peck. “I couldn’t have done any of it.”

“You found a woman worth fighting for. Became a better man to prove to her you were worthy. Stepped up when your daughters needed you. Risked everything to save their lives, and you think you didn’t do anything?”

Iris throws an arm over her dad and Lucy, her face squished up against him. “Accidentally got her pregnant before your wedding. Probably because you two can’t keep your hands off of each other. Was there for her after our angel, Anders. Was her rock after this tiny thing came into the world,” Harlan looks down at his sleeping tiny baby, petting his wrinkled hand over her angelic face. He was worried sick that Story wouldn’t make it, and now in ways she was the most dramatic of all.

“Begged for how many years for that baby that sleeps on you. And she’s every bit of your spawn. Has your attitude completely. I think you’ve done a lot. And I’m proud of you. Should have asked you to move in years ago. Blade should have been brought home here. Your spitting image, but he’s sweet and caring like his mama.”

“I’m sweet and caring,” Ransom looks up at Harlan, giving his grandfather a quick pout.

“Yes, son, you are. And that sweet Iris, she may not look like you, but she’s every bit your sweet baby. She’s always had a tender bond with you. Now that one,” he chuckles looking at Aster. “Carved right out of your ass. Your eyes, your cocky attitude, your smart mouth, hardworking, loving, defensive towards her family, dedicated; she’s going to be amazing when she gets older. Carry on your legacy with the company, I have no doubt. Just don’t let her make movies out of my books. Maybe there will be one that will write mystery novels akin to mine, and you can make those into movies.”

“Story’s going to write,” Ransom kicks his legs up onto the ottoman, getting a scowled face from Lucy. “She already does.”

“Story won’t be writing mystery novels. They’ll be dragons, and princesses, and Sir Lancelot,” looking up at his grandfather, he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “You wait and see. She wishes on a star every night. Be prepared.”

“What of my shy son?” Ransom reaches out a hand, and pushes back the hair in Blade’s eyes. He knew why you babied your son so much, he looked just like him, and he had the sweetest soul. Blade was a good kid, one of his best behaved children. And like Iris he had his insecurities.

“Your intelligent son. He’ll grow out of that shyness. Not too much, because I quite like it. It’s sweet. He’s going to make you so proud. Just like how you make me proud. He’s going to carve his own way, and I hope he’s not the womanizer that you were. But if he is, when he finds that special someone, I hope he doesn’t fight it like you did. How long after you and Kitten were, you know, when you knew?”

“Sooner than you think,” he chuckles. He admitted long after the two of you got together that it happened sooner than he originally wanted. You were different. And he knew it.

“It was this pull to you, wasn’t it?” Ransom rolls his eyes to meet Harlan’s. “Like no matter how hard you tried to stay away you couldn’t. Didn’t even want to call up your regular girls. You waited for her to call, and would throw any obligation aside to be with her. You played your games with her, but there was a moment, during the jumping on the bed, that you knew it meant more. Stared at her longer, because you didn’t want to forget any moment. Hoped she would fall asleep next to you, so you could enjoy her company, her scent, her breath, her air, her taste even longer.”

“How did you know that?”

“That’s how I felt about your grandmother. We’re not so different, Ransom. Had you not been born to your terrible father, I would say you were my clone. How long did it take?”

“After the first time I met her, I wanted to know more, didn’t know why. Ransom Drysdale could have any woman. And then I saw her at the bar…I couldn’t get her out of my head. There was something enticing about her being taken, I could have her without the commitment.”

“How long?” Harlan repeats.

“After a month. A handful of meetings, I didn’t want to let her go. I couldn’t let her go.”

“And I’m still right here, baby,” Ransom should have known that the sound of his voice wasn’t going to keep you asleep for long. He didn’t care. While it was the first time saying that out loud, he meant every word. “And look at our babies,” you grunt as you sit up. “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Would you trade it?” Harlan asks with a smile.

“Not for all the money in the world,” you say, leaning over to kiss Ransom’s lips.

“And one day,” Harlan begins as he looks around at his family. “One day, you’re going to be sitting in this chair, or on the couch together. Your grown children arguing about something that happened when they were kids, and you're going to have a house full of grandchildren. Some cuddling with you, some chasing each other around, some I’m sure will laugh as their parents playfully fight, some will be playing Go, you better keep that alive. But I hope that they fill this dusty old estate up with all these pretty babies. These kids, they’re the reason I’ve stayed alive for so long. They keep me young, and I want to see all that they accomplish.”

“A lawyer,” Ransom says, looking at Iris. While he hated Andy, he knew how much she desired to do law, and that she would follow in her father and Andy’s footsteps. She could softly debate any topic. “And a good mama. I’m gonna be stuck with Tweedle Dee forever, aren’t I?”

“A CEO,” you give a kiss on Aster’s brunette hair. “She’s going to change Blood Like Wine.”

“And she’s going to make me so proud,” Harlan laughs, “Gonna keep Walt on his toes when she tells him who is in charge. Aster Drysdale doesn’t take no for an answer. She’s going to modernize that company, and expand on it.”

“My Bladey is going to do everything,” you cup his cheek, wishing you could slow time down. “He’s going to be into computers, games, he’ll follow his Uncle JJ somehow. He’s so smart, I’m sure he could hack into the FBI’s system.”

“Our Story book,” Story’s head flops back, and her mouth opens slightly, “She’s got so many stories to tell, and she’ll tell him. She’ll become a queen of her own castle. Be the Queen of Boston when her knight in shining armor climbs up the trellis, and rescues her. He’ll climb up there one last time, and they’ll never part.”

“If you tell me that I’m going to be stuck with Tweedle Dum, too,” you giggle, drawing out his name as you look at him. “I’m serious. She’s another one that doesn’t take no as an answer.”

“And Luciana Violet may be much too small to determine, but that child, she’s going to pave her own way. She dances to a completely different tune, remember that when you feel she’s so much different than the rest. She may be all Drysdale, but she’s going to do her own thing. She’s going to be just like her father.”

“No!”

“Ransom, she’s your daughter. She’s just like you were.”

“I don’t want her to be like me. She’s too sweet. Can we make her be like her mother?” Both you and Harlan shake your heads no. “Oh, I don’t like this game. You’re basically saying that I’ve got the boneheads in my life forever, I’m having lots of grandkids, Aster is staying single…”

“No,” Harlan shakes his head no, and Ransom throws his head back. “Aster is going to try and follow what she thinks everyone wants her to do. But when she least expects it, a shooting star is going to make her want to make a wish for the first time. The moon will change the tide, and she’s going to find just the person she was meant to be with in this whole galaxy.”

“Why are you talking like that? Kitten, why is he talking like that?”

“I feel it in these old bones. Bladey is going to be like you,” you gasp, holding Blade closer.

“You don’t want him to be like me?”

“Ran, you were a whore. My baby will never be a whore.”

“We’ll see, woman. We’ll see.”

“And you’re never allowed to tell me I told you so. Blade is always going to be my sweet boy.”

“Until he finds a sweet girl he wants to corrupt.”

“Okay. This conversation is over. Harlan as always these conversations are riveting. But I am going to get my babies in bed, and I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Kitten?” You look over towards Harlan, and he gives you a smile. Lifting his aged hand up, he wipes away the tears, “I’m proud of you, too. Thank you for giving me this beautiful family.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x reader #random drysdale x fem!reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #dilf!ransom drysdale #domestic fluff #chris evans #knives out #harlan thrombey

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