#mob!ari levinson

[janesaridoll]

Birthday princess 

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Since you seem really intrigued by the ceo/mob soft!dark!Ari sending his planned wife a wedding invitation to announce their relationship…

“The man is off the market,” a chipper entertainment news anchor had relayed the news with a falsified voice and a plastered smile, “the bachelor famous for running three successful corporations in Boston and New York City is engaged.”

“Exciting news for the infamous Ari Levinson-”

“That guy is gorgeous. Lucky bitch.” Jessa had scoffed with a roll of her eyes, spite and envy dripping from every word while she hastily wiped at the countertops.

Though the cheap vinyl surface wasn’t dirtied since the last time she had wiped them down, Jessa was trying to waste time until it was quitting time. It was a tactic, nothing more than a chance to stall after she’d finished all her side jobs and tasks.

“That guy is dangerous. He’s a monster,” you drew your eyebrows together and pursed your lips as the anchors continued to speak, “he’s the devil incarnate.”

“Still,” Jessa sighed airily and wantonly, “imagine a man like that, being so fucked out that your back is blown-”

“When speaking about the future Mrs. Levinson, Ari had nothing but praise and affection for his future wife, declaring her quiet, demure and beautiful.”

“Try not to miss me too much!” Jessa threw the cloth down in victory, her shift officially over and you left to finish off the night.

The urge to roll your eyes and curse after her was only prevented by the bell above the door chiming as a man wearing a four piece suit stepped inside. He seemed entirely too out of place in this dump, this hellhole suitable for a class he seemed to be out of.

“Y/N L/N?” The man approached you with a cautious glance at the cleaned counter, and then slowly sank onto the torn leather stool.

“Can I help you?” You questioned him, speculative and unsure of his intentions.

“Yes, Miss L/N.” he withdrew an envelope from his suit and slid it against the surface until the edges grazed your fingertips. “Congratulations on the wedding.”

Confusion abound, you ripped open the envelope to read what was given to you.

On the thick card stock etched in black cursive letters was the invitation to celebrate the nuptials of yourself, your full legal name ensconced, and the devil you’d just been speaking of.

“This is a mistake, some sick joke-” the door chimed again, another three men stepping into the cafe.

“-Mr. Levinson is waiting for you. The bridal suite is nearly finished being decorated.”

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[needlereads]

Artifice | Part 4

SoftDark! Mob!Ari x WOC!Reader

Summary: Your summer fling turns out to be mob leader Ari Levinson. He wants you for keeps. He’s also looking for revenge against your family.

Warnings: 18+ only, dub con, vaginal sex, explicit sexual content, soft!dark

Notes: This multipart fic will not be told in chronological order. It’s also set in 1950ish era mostly for the aesthetics in my mind so you’ll see some traditional gender role/family dynamic references.

Thank you for coming along this ride and piecing together the various past and present fragments as you read!

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(back then)

“Please excuse us, Mr. Levinson. I need my sister urgently.”

You tried ignoring the weight of Ari’s smug gaze upon your back, pulling Maria with you across the large, ornately lit room.

She stubbornly dug her stilettos into the floor.

You asked, “Why was he talking to you?”

“What is this nonsense?” Maria asked you. “I was having a lovely time with Ari.”

“How do you know A-- Mr. Levinson?” You stuttered. “He’s not from around here, isn’t that right?”

Your sister was clearly interested in Ari as she shared what she had learned about his background, his wealth, his lack of marital status. Under other circumstances, you would have understood, perhaps even been happy for her.

“He seems like a bit of a flirt,” you tried.

“He’s certainly charming.”

“Maria, please. He’s not a good person.”

“How would you know this?” She studied you a moment, gaze narrowed.

“I – well, I’ve heard things. There are customers who come to the restaurant…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Rumors. A powerful man cannot escape gossip and I’m sure there are plenty who envy Ari’s power.” A little smirk graced her lips. “I’m not afraid of gossip, not when I might stand at Ari Levinson’s side. I suppose then I might face some envy myself.”

Maria met your eyes once more, a perfect brow arched. She was suggesting you might envy her?

“That’s not…” You shook your head. You couldn’t let her continue to covet a spot at Ari’s side – because he was bad news for her and for your family. “Look, we barely know this man. Mother and Father might have heard of him, and they might not like you being around him either.”

This earned you a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry. Father knows all about Ari Levinson.”

“He does?” Erich knew of Ari? Since when? How could your step-father be involved with such illicit business dealings? While you tried to formulate a question vague enough that wouldn’t disclose how much you knew, Maria raised her chin up at the server who approached you two.

“A recommendation from the gentleman in blue,” the server indicated.

You looked over. Ari raised his glass towards the two of you.

Preening, Maria sent him a sultry smirk and accepted a glass of champagne.

“No, thank you.” Indignant, you turned your back on Ari.

“They’re drawing up a business contract. So really you needn’t worry. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

You were helpless, taking in this news while Maria ambled back to the bar.

Ari and Erich were going to sign a contract? He had his clutches this deep in your family already?

You needed to think. You needed quiet and to figure out a plan of action.

You took the exit stairwell, winding down one floor when you heard a ruckus at the door to the next level. Wondering if someone was in need of help, you pulled the door open.

The next moment, you’re yanked across the hall and into a dark room.

The hand pressed to your mouth kept you from forming coherent words.

“Shh. It’s me.”

Ari.

A bare light bulb flickered on. You sagged a little, then shook your head until his hand fell from your face.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. There was little space for the two of you in this maintenance closet. Already, the heat emanating from his body overwhelmed you. How long had it been since you were alone with Ari.

No, that wasn’t important. You needed to get out, away from Ari. Away from the muscle memory that urged you sink into his arms.

It wasn’t up to you. As you backed away, you stumbled on a stack of buckets and Ari closed in around you to keep you upright – right against him.

“Ari,” you admonished. “What—"

“Wanted to see you.” He flashed that smile at you before burying his face in the side of your neck.

You squeaked, arching at the insistent prodding of his nose. His breath tickled while his beard sent shivers down your spine. “Ari, d-don’t.”

He hummed, soft kisses ghosting along your neck up to your jaw and then behind your ear. You squirmed, but he merely craned to the other side the better to greedily rub his lips to as much of you as possible, his beard an abrasive reminder of how familiar he was with your body.

He pulled a deep breath of your scent, pleasantly warm with you in his embrace.

This wasn’t right. You bit your lip hard, a reminder of the painful reality of this man.

You grumbled and pushed at him. “What do you want?”

Ari took you in, the rigid line of your lips, the disgust pooling in your eyes. He took a deep breath. It wouldn’t due to lose himself here and now, no matter how much he wanted to kiss away your discontent. He straightened up, keeping his hands on you, looking at you down his nose.

“Had a good chat with your sister?”

Glowering, you tilted your chin up, resolute. “Leave her alone.”

He gave you a sympathetic pout. “Where’s the fun in that? She was very clear in her interest to get to know me better.”

Your mouth parted in dismay. Ari couldn’t help licking his lips.

“Would that bother you?” Oh, he could see anxiety wear on your features. He wanted it to bother you. Anything to indicate you weren’t lost to him.

“You can’t!”

“Because you want to protect her? Or because you don’t want to share me?”

Again, your mouth opened and then closed, unwilling to form a response to his audacious claims.

“I don’t want you,” you gritted out.

His eyes twinkled, clearly not believing you. “We’ll see.”

Gripping the nape of your neck, Ari held you still so he could claim your lips. Hungrily, he suckled at the pillowy softness of your lips. You couldn’t breathe. You gasped, panting as he deepened the kiss and licked into your mouth.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be here with Ari, this man who entered each room with a mask on, who had withheld vital information from you and felt no remorse. You knew you should regret every second you had already spent with him. You knew his touch shouldn’t feel this good.

(Now)

His touch felt so good. Resistance, sanity, all was wrung from you as Ari's mouth stoked your sex with unforgiving sparks of pleasure. Digging his tongue deep in you, he groaned with relish.

You had arrived early afternoon to the beachside cottage. Passed down from Ari’s mother’s family, it was private, cozy and retaining that ageless classic touch.

You insisted on exploring the quiet streets of the nearby town, having promised your little brother gifts. In your cropped slacks and sleeveless blouse, sun already highlighting your complexion, your loveliness was unimpeded. The sea air seemed to relax you. You didn't complain as Ari held your hand at all times. It was more than his vigilance -- after all, his men kept a constant perimeter watch around you both. No, when it came to his affections, Ari had no reason to restrain himself. Especially now.

After an early dinner, you thought you might visit the market closer to the beach. You freshened up back at your private room and went to grab your wallet and instead Ari was there crowding against you.

He had promised a honeymoon – to you and to himself.

You’re breathless from Ari’s demanding kiss, all consuming and burning with how his mouth claimed yours. His weight pressed you down, fingers squeezing into your flesh to imprint the feel of you into his palms. His hands and lips eager to explore you, uninterested in worldly experiences this evening that did not involve your naked beauty unfurling under his hands.

He broke away, leaving you gasping. Large hands gripped your thighs, yanked you to the edge of the mattress. He watched you as he nudged your entrance, all slippery and puffy, with the tip of his cock. He had worked you up with his mouth and tongue til you dripped and your scent clung to his beard.

You gasped as he pushed in. With agonizing intent, he buried himself as deep as possible into you.

“Fuck. Gonna give it to you…”

His hands dug hard into the meat of your thighs, holding your lower half suspended off the mattress and spread wide for him while he fucked you hard. Loud smacks of his pelvis meeting yours, his tight balls and taut pelvis bouncing against your ass and thighs. Your whimpers and cries answering his growl, “Mine. This’s all mine.”

Your back arched at the pleasure striking your core, arching like a sinful offer that made Ari even more ravenous.  

His thick cock filled you without mercy, so much girth invading the sensitive heat in you, rubbing every pleasure spot. Your arms spread wide, grasping at the tangle of sheets with hardly any control over your own body that simply responded to the intense onslaught of desire. Ari never let up, keeping you tilted so his cock could hit that sweetest spot, blazing a fire in you until you were whining with release; your body clenched with electric delight that had you clutching one breast. The holy angles and telltale tightening of your orgasm – Ari’s vision clouded with need, savage need for more.

You milked him so tight, Ari moaned and pounded into you harder and faster. You belonged to him. He would never have enough of you. Would always hunger for the wet heat of your perfect cunt.

You quaked and panted as his relentless pace kept you on edge. The pad of a finger stroking your sensitive clit had you coming in another burst, that glorious and addicting itch scratched so maddeningly by him and only him. He snarled, unable to hold himself back. Slamming deep, his entire body tensed with how good you made him feel, his cum shooting uncontrollably, again and again, flooding you.

He panted, grinded against you, savored the extra heat of his cum gushing inside you. His seed dripped along his cock as it pumped out of you again and again, dribbling into a mess on the sheets.

His eyes drank you in, little mewls escaping your sweating body.

That night, he half-covered you, loosely spooning from behind and weighing you down with one heavy leg and an arm that stretched with yours, fingers threaded between yours – the better to fill you with his cock even as you slept.

Now that you were his in name and the two of you officially on honeymoon, Ari’s only plans involved pleasuring you and coaxing you into accepting his heart.

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[navybrat817]

I think Steve lets Ari participate in same way, but not necessarily fully join in. Maybe Ari gets to talk dirty and do some minor touching. But the main fun is all Steve's.

(that's just my guessing, I can't wait to read how you see it!)

Steve might let Ari have a little fun. Might. 😏 But that's also up to you. If you looked at Steve and said, "fuck no", he'd respect that. Ransom gave you up to Steve, no one else.

But the main fun is all Steve's.

I think we're going to discover that Steve is very possessive when it comes to you, especially once he has a real taste of you. 😏 I can't wait either. 🥰

Love and thanks! ❤️

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[bluecoffeecafe]

A short snippet of a Mob!Ari Levinson series

Hey guys, this is my first time posting a fic so please be kind :)

+18, underage individuals, please do not interact!

Trigger Warnings: P in V, dirty talk, degradation, terrible writing :(

A snippet of a future series: The Pleasure in Darkness

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All I can feel is his member sliding in and out of me. It is an overwhelming sensation that shakes my core. His hands roughly grab my waist, that he uses to bounce me over his member. I hide my face in his neck and tug harshly on his hair. My thighs feel like jello; like I've run miles. Every once in a while I feel a hard smack on my ass.

He keeps on repeating, "my whore, such a good whore for Daddy!" and it's embarrassing but it makes me wetter, "you like it when I remind you of what you are. Just my mine to fuck. To own. To do with as I please." He adds, "I can fuck you whenever however I want. I've fucked your mouth, your pussy, and your ass too! And I'll do it again, and again!" I can feel his member pulsing inside me, and I am so close.

He tugs on my hair harshly and pulls my face away from my hiding spot in his neck. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I can see his smirk right before he smashes his lips onto mine. I can hear myself moaning into his mouth. I should be ashamed for enjoying his ruthless ways, and his degrading words. Instead, I am kissing him back. Not only that, but I am getting wetter and wetter.

He pulls back, "do you know what I am going to do now," he pants, " I am going to cum inside you. And you are going to thank me for it." he ordered.

...

End of snippet!

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[biteofcherry]

Sweet Thrill

mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader

summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him. 

warnings: mostly consensual, but with a peppering of faint dub-con; soft dark Ari Levinson; possessive behavior; light pet play; fear kink; light Master/pet play; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; fingering; pet names; collaring; very very subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore)

You were used to the glow of the lightened platforms and curious eyes tracing your body as you wriggled against silk scarves. You entertained patrons of Hansen’s exclusive club three nights a week - a form of aerial dance with heavy drapes of silk, just with less acrobatics.  

Lloyd knew his clientele. He knew some of them are bored and looking for typical visual entertainment, with a side of members-only high class to boost their moods. Some of his guests were more sophisticated, had less boring tastes. 

Hence Lloyd’s idea to add unique performances to spice up the classic pole dancing routines, like belly dancers, or your sensual play with silk. 

Since the performances were only that - a show no touch - you felt quite comfortable and confident. And Lloyd, for all his sociopathic ticks, paid really fucking good money. Enough for you to keep studying for your degree, without having to balance three different jobs. 

Out there on the little round stage you focused on your dance and poses, sometimes a repetitive movement, and let your thoughts swim to what you needed to do the next day, or how to crack the problem in your studies; because the club’s patrons were only staring at you and no harm would come your way. No need to be wary.

Especially, since Lloyd made it very clear that his employees weren’t to be disturbed.

If it didn’t come with extra payment, anyway.

Yes, extra payment softened Lloyd’s harsh looks. Made him smirk triumphantly and have a talk with a dancer that caught someone’s attention, convincing her of the benefits.

You never considered such an offer to come your way. Your performance with silk scarves was perhaps an interesting change of pace for some, but never a desirable show they wanted to have right between their spread legs. 

That is until Ari Levinson strolled into Lloyd’s club one night. 

You weren’t even aware of his presence, your thoughts scrambling and rewriting the thesis you were currently working on in your studies as your body twisted against silk curtains, fabric slithering between your thighs and across your torso. 

You had no idea how important, or how powerful that man was. You knew, mostly from gossip and the few observations you did yourself, that Lloyd played bigger games outside of the club. You never thought he dipped as deep to the dark side to have ties to a crime lord of Levinson’s caliber. 

As you had no idea that a dark overlord of a whole fucking coast had unique tastes. 

It was as you twisted between the silk, fingers clenched on the hanging scarves as you bent back, that your gaze landed on a tall, broad man in a dark suit who stepped so close to your podium.

Most intense blue eyes caught your gaze, making you freeze in your position. It was a look of wonder and pure hunger. A dark glint to it that made your heart race, as if you were a prey that sensed a deadly predator approaching, but it also sent a jolt straight to your core. 

Patrons usually watched you with some mild admiration or interest, or disgusting type of lust. This man looked at you with desire for more than just wetting his cock in your cunt. He took in every inch of you, seemed as if he wanted to take all your thoughts as well. 

It was more scary than leering glances, or lewd comments you heard on rare occasions.

At the end of the night, just when you were ready to slip away and drive home, Lloyd called you into his office. 

For a second you feared he was about to complain about your shows not being interesting anymore, but the grin he flashed when you entered spoke of something entirely different. 

“Cupcake!” He greeted you and with a flourish invited you over to a blue, kitsch sofa. 

You sat there stunned when he told you that you’ve caught Ari Levinson’s attention - something (judging by Lloyd’s tone) that was very hard to do - and that he demanded you be exclusively booked for him.

Your shock deepened when Lloyd explained that Ari wasn’t asking for an occasional lap dance, but that you be taken off the main stage and perform in a private room. Only for him. 

He paid Lloyd in advance, to have one of the rooms adjusted to fit your silk curtains over the little platform in the center of the room. Also offered to pay a triple wage of what a standard private dance cost. An offer Lloyd had no desire to refuse, since you unexpectedly appeared to be a golden goose. 

And since Lloyd sweetened the request with a ready annex to your contract, stating that you’d be earning more for this exclusivity, you didn’t hesitate for long.

Perhaps you should have. 

Perhaps, if you knew how out of your comfort zone you find yourself in, you’d decline and argue with Lloyd over it (though you had a feeling this one time he wouldn’t be a charming psychopath, but a manipulative and threatening bastard if you affronted his powerful client with your refusal). 

That’s how you found yourself out of the familiarity of the main stage and bland stares you would have ignored, and on a round podium in a lush, dark interior of a private VIP room. 

With Ari Levinson spread comfortably on the seats, a glass of whisky in his hand, watching you intently. 

Your first evening performing only for him went quietly, somehow calming you down. He only watched you, made no comments, nor attempts to grab you. Merely asked you, between your dances, if you wanted something to drink or eat. 

On your second evening he asked how you’ve been and nodded, pleased, when you replied with a shy smile. He extended his hand to you to help you climb up onto the platform. Then enjoyed your dancing. 

Each time, however, you were unable to simply fall back into the mindless rhythm of your performance. Your thoughts wouldn’t just switch to think of other matters, because they were focused on the predator sitting in front of you. 

Every part of you seemed to be acutely aware of his presence and attention. 

He seemed fascinated. And hungry for every inch of you, inside and outside. 

It terrified you. 

How intense his scrutiny was, how dangerous it was to have a man like Ari Levinson interested in you in any matter; and how, when you went home afterwards, you bit onto your pillow to muffle your sounds as you got yourself off. 

You read about it - how adrenaline and tension from stress can be lowered with a few orgasms.

You just weren’t quite sure if you only relieved nervousness, or if you were actually turned on.

Considering Levinson’s looks, arousal couldn’t be dismissed.

He was the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Big, easily towering over you. With muscles that strained the fabric of his clothes. His hair looked invitingly soft, his beard neatly trimmed and his lips plush and kissable. 

And he kept looking at you - undressing you with his eyes, promising dark sinful things, but also seeing right through you and able to find (and use) your weaknesses. 

When you finished your dance that evening, in a pose with the silk scarves wrapped around your arms and pulling them back as you bent forward, head bow low and ass up high, Ari slowly stood up. 

He stepped close to the little stage and with the pads of his fingers tilted your chin up so you were looking up at him. 

“Almost perfect,” he purred, leaning down a little, “all you need is for your brain to turn off completely.” 

He smirked when you blinked confused.

“All these thoughts go through your head, does your brain ever stop? Do you ever go dumb, kitten?” He chuckled as your eyes got bigger. “I noticed you became more present in the scene when you started dancing for me, but there’s still so much overthinking.”  

“Come.” He patted your cheek and motioned for you to get off the stage.

After a bit of less graceful struggling with the silk scarves - mostly due to nervousness Mr Levinson suddenly caused - you were ready to get down. 

He helped you, his hand waiting for your fingers to slip into his hold. This time, once you found yourself on the floor level, he didn’t let you go. Instead, he sat down on the velvet seat and pulled you onto his lap.

You fell forward with a gasp, which turned into a squeak when he used both hands to grab your hips and make you straddle him. 

With club patrons being fully dressed, usually in suits, and you wearing a set of lingerie, you were always exposed. However, now, being seated in Mr Levinson’s lap, you felt even more naked and vulnerable. 

“S-sir!” You exclaimed, hands resting on his broad shoulders and trying to push yourself off of him. 

“Shh, settle down, kitten.” He cooed. “Nothing bad is going to happen.” 

You were about to point out that it already was, since you never had any guest touch you like he did at the moment. Much less have you straddling them. 

“We can take things as slow as you need.” He rubbed his thumbs along the band of your white, lacy panties. “I will woo you as romantically, as you wish. But this-” Ari gripped your hips tighter and pulled you even closer, your core rubbing right over his bulge- “Is the endgame, kitten.” 

“Mr Levinson.” Your fingers clenched on his shoulders as you tried to keep your breath from hitching at the delicious sensation. “I only dance for you.”

“No, kitten. You dance only for me.” Ari corrected. 

“Dance being the key word here.” You frowned, but somehow you didn’t struggle to escape his hold.

Ari Levinson wasn’t a man whom one could escape easily. Over the weeks you learned bits and pieces, through others and your own curious research. It was all shrouded in a veil of mystery and disappearances, but you understood enough to realize he was a mobster with strict rules and lethal means. 

Trying to fight him could end badly for you. At least that’s what logic suggested. 

There was another part of you, which simply found the whole interaction thrilling. 

I’m either really stupid, or I’ve gone mad, you thought to yourself as a shiver of arousal spread through your body at the dark glint in Ari’s eyes.

“Oh, kitten, you’ll be dancing for me in every sense of the word and more.” He tilted his head to the side, his gaze trained on your face then shifting down your body and back up. 

“You’re a smart girl. I know you’re going for a degree, you have ambitious plans, extracurricular activities.” 

You gulped, realizing Levinson did a background check on you. Maybe even pried into more private and supposedly secure aspects of your life. 

“I’m sure you’ve done as much research on me as you could.” Ari continued in a calm tone. “You have a vague idea of who I am, what I deal with. And, like any smart girl, you’re probably scared. Am I right?” 

You didn’t possess enough bravado (or stupidity) to deny it, so you nodded wordlessly. 

“But it also turns you on, doesn’t it?” a corner of his mouth curled in a smirk.

“No!” You denied hastily, though you felt your face heat up. 

Ari shook his head as he tsk-ed in reprimand. He squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, a little forcefully, but not hard enough to cause you pain. 

Your nipples hardened instantly.   

It felt as if your body was completely beyond your control. It slipped under Ari’s control. 

“Don’t lie to me, kitten.” He warned you. 

Before you managed to utter another objection, your lips parted on a gasp as you felt Ari’s other hand settle over your mound. 

He slipped a thumb beneath the fabric of your panties; glided it over your clit and a smear of wetness that slowly sipped from between your folds. 

“Not aroused, huh?” Ari snorted as he brought his hand up and sucked your glistening slick off his finger. 

Your pupils dilated as you watched him wrap his pink lips over his thumb, your mind instantly creating an image of those lips sucking on your clit. Or your nipples. Tormenting each peak until it’s swollen and pulsing unbearably and you scream for mercy. 

“Told you,” Ari sighed in mock-disappointment, “You’re thinking too much, kitten.” 

Holding your chin in his grip, Ari slid his other hand down your body - over one of your breasts, your belly, your hip, and back down between your spread thighs. 

“Thinking about what needs to be done. Thinking of what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Thinking how wrong it is to be turned on by being scared of what a dangerous bastard like me might do to a sweet, little kitten like you.”

His whole palm slid under the waistband of your panties; big fingers cupped your mound. 

“You know what I’ll do to you?” Ari whispered, leaning close enough his lips nearly brushed yours. 

“E v e r y t h i n g.” He chuckled darkly and your whole body shook. 

“I’m going to do every filthy thing that gets this pussy wet.” Slowly, he dragged his fingers up and down over your folds. “I’m going to do everything that makes you smile. Everything that makes you happy.”

“Most of all… I’m going to do everything that turns your brain off.” 

With those words, Ari slid a single digit into your hot, tingling cunt. 

Your mouth opened, a wrecked whimper falling out. Your hands fisted the fabric of Ari’s shirt as his thumb started drawing fast, tight circles over your clit. 

It quickly became a torment, having only one finger stretching your walls, but not moving, while your clit was being rubbed mercilessly, pushing you toward a climax with astonishing speed. 

You tried to push your hips down, rock yourself on Ari’s finger and tempt him to do more with his hand. He squeezed your chin harder.

“Don’t.” He growled. “Don’t think of what you want, or need. Or what you assume I want. Your job isn’t to think. You just take what I give. I decide about everything.” 

Maybe it was the way he tormented your clit, or his words that sank you into dark cushions of mindless pleasure, but you came with a force unknown to you until now. 

None of your toys, or previous partners, made your vision go white and your body clench so painfully.

And it was only on one finger and some clit rubbing, for God’ sake! 

How braindead he’d turn you, if he fucked you with his cock?! 

Your breath was ragged, colors and light slowly registering in your blurry vision as you re-opened your eyes. You were trembling, walls of your cunt fluttering around a single finger still locked inside. Your arms felt heavy and you loosened your grip on Ari’s shirt to lazily drape them around his shoulders.

Ari let go of your chin. His hand slipped into your hair, grabbing a fistful quite gently and holding your head in place as he kissed you. 

Softly at first, treating your lips with tenderness matching the afterglow consuming your lax body. Then he amped the urgency, demanding you to give in to whatever he wanted. 

As he licked over your bottom lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth, a second finger stretched your still pulsing cunt, making you keen into the kiss. 

Ari moved his fingers this time. Increased his pace, despite your futile attempts to slow him down with the motion of your hips. 

When his thumb pressed against your over-sensitive, engorged clit, you nearly wailed.

“Can’t-” you panted against Ari’s mouth. “Too much- Too-”

“Shush.” He bit your lower lip and began tracing rapid eights with his thumb. “Don’t. Fucking. Think. Just feel.” 

Well, you felt like it hurt, but at the same time wasn’t enough. You felt like screaming, but at the same time breathless. You felt overwhelmed, but at the same time light. 

You felt like you had no grip on reality. No coherent thoughts formed in your head, only scraps of your own sounds resonating in your ears. And the sound of Ari’s voice.

“That’s it, kitten.” He praised. “No overthinking, no stress. Just a good pet for her Master to use.”

The hand in your hair eased its grip on your locks and moved down your back. Ari wrapped an arm around you and tightened his hold, trapping you to his body as he pushed a third finger in and curled them in your pussy, scraping them against a sensitive spot inside. 

He knew what he was doing, choosing to hold you in place, because the moment your cunt felt the burning stretch and his fingers pounded on that spot, your body tensed like a string. 

You screamed this time, burying your face (and your sounds) in the crook of Ari’s neck as a crushing orgasm seemed to break and melt each bone in your body. 

You bucked against him, though his hold was so strong you were unable to move much. Wave after wave of bliss rocked your body and Ari’s continuous thrusting seemed to prolong it even more. 

Tiny tremors shook your body as you melted into Ari’s huge frame. When you were conscious and facing him, his size intimidated you. Now you found comfort in it.  

Your face was still hidden in his shoulder, your head filled with nothing but buzzing and echo of your increased heart rate, as Ari’s quiet voice resounded through the haze in your empty head.

Something about bringing a box in. 

He had to be talking to someone, but you didn’t register anyone entering the room. Then you felt his hand resting on your back again, which meant he took it away for a moment, but you were so out of it you didn’t even notice. It meant he probably used his phone.

A few minutes later you heard the polite, but loud knocking on the door. Ari allowed the person to enter and you tensed.

You were straddling his lap, your thighs spread and your body all sorts of wrecked. And Ari’s fingers were still deep in your dripping pussy. Quite possibly visible to whoever entered the room. 

“Shh,” Ari murmured and patted the back of your head. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”

You seriously doubted it, considering what kind of power you basically gave Mr Levinson on a silver plate just a few minutes ago.

But at least, it seemed he wouldn’t stretch it to someone else, or cause you any truly degrading humiliation. Well, not any more than he already has. 

Besides, even if you wanted to shoot up in an outburst of outrage, your muscles were turned into jelly and the inner fire too dimmed from an intense orgasm-fest you were just given. 

With an embarrassed squeak you buried your face deeper into the crook of Ari’s neck, to hide yourself from the stranger inside the room. Whoever it was didn’t say a word and less than a few heartbeats later you heard the door closing again. 

Everything, beside the sensual music still spilling from the speakers, was quiet. Your breath slowly evened out. 

Ari caressed your hair and back in lazy strokes, humming in pleasure as if he was petting a real kitty. You were a little offended at this sort of degradation, but it also felt so nice and comforting you didn’t exactly want it to end. 

With a squelching sound, which made you shut your eyes in shame, Ari withdrew his fingers from your cunt. He left a wet print on your ass as he palmed it. 

“Come on up, kitten.” He nudged you to sit upright.

The angle of your hips repositioning made your pulsing core press against his hardened dick. He managed not to groan, but you saw the spark in his eyes and the twitch in his jaw that spoke of the pleasurable tension he felt. 

“Now, tell me-” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and traced the shell of it with his finger- “Did you like it?” 

Your gaze shifted from his face, from his incredibly piercing blue eyes. It dropped to his shoulder again, where you wanted to hide your face and pretend your body didn’t dance to the tune he played. 

“Eyes on me.” Ari tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Did you like what I did to your sweet, hot pussy? Did you like being scared of what I may do?” 

When you huffed and nodded, he tapped your cheek again. A little harder.

“Use your words, kitten. I want to hear it.” 

“I liked it.” You gritted through your teeth, annoyed that he made you say it as much as getting hot all over by admitting it. 

“Are you going to deny that you want me to do it again?” Ari smirked smugly. 

“Are you going to deny that you want to be my good pet and get spoiled and have your brain fucked out?” His dark chuckle tickled your skin as Ari nosed along your jaw and neck. 

“Mr Levinson…” Your voice wavered, as you tried to return to a more professional stance. 

It was ridiculous, really. Trying to be professional and put some distance between the two of you while dripping all over his pants like a needy slut.

“Ari.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. 

“It was hot to hear you call me Mr Levinson in your sweet voice.” He pulled away slightly and smiled. Not exactly a comforting smile, either. Rather one that meant trouble. “But I prefer you call my name. Especially when you scream it.”

“Or Master, since you’re my pretty pet.” 

You didn’t think he was joking about the last part.

Ari leaned back in his seat, but kept you sat up straight in his lap, his hands tracing the lines of your body. He wasn’t groping, simply exploring and connecting. 

“I’m serious, though.” His tone turned nearly business-like, but was less cold than you expected it to be when Ari laid down his law. 

“I consider you mine. In every sense of the word. I knew you were going to be mine the moment I saw you writhe against the silks. So sensual. So unique. So fucking beautiful.”

“And then your eyes.” Ari’s own eyes glinted with awe as he held your gaze. “Unfocused. You were so far away with your thoughts. Not even thinking about a lover as you were dancing, were you? I desired nothing more, but to have your attention on me. I wanted you to focus on me so much that you stop thinking about anything else.” 

His words stirred something hot and intriguing in you. A sort of thrill. No one has ever craved your attention. Hell, no one ever paid enough attention to you to notice when you were drifting away with your thoughts. 

Then there was the word mine.

So possessive. Scary in itself. 

The fact it was a claim of a mafia king should be terrifying. Should make you pack your things and run far, far away. It shouldn’t turn you on. 

And you probably shouldn’t be craving more of it. 

With men like him, they liked the challenge and the chase. Once that was sated they moved onto the new fascinating thing.  

You licked your lips, sliding your hands from Ari’s shoulders and placing them on your own thighs.

“Are you done now?” You asked, tilting your head in a manner mimicking Ari’s. “You got all my focus, turned off my brain. Mission accomplished.” 

“If I were done, I wouldn’t be demanding that you admit that you want me.” Now his tone did turn deeper, lower, a hint of a threat if you tried to escape him. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

You swallowed hard, suddenly fearing what more he could rip from you. 

Ari reached his arm to the side, snatching up a box that laid next to him. You forgot about the mystery box completely. 

It was rectangular and flat, with a velvet finish. When Ari opened it, your breath hitched in your lungs and a mixture of dread and excitement shot through you.

On a silky lining laid a choker made of a dozen delicate chains of white gold. It had a small, diamond encrusted golden ring in the middle, from which dropped two long, fine chains. 

Not a choker. A collar, you realized.

A collar for a pretty pet. Expensive, subtle, easily camouflaged as jewelry - but a collar nonetheless.

“Um, shouldn’t this type of commitment happen much later?” Your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes glued to the shiny fate displayed in a jewelry box. “I never played like that, but don’t, uh, Masters give collars to their slaves- or pets later in the relationship?” 

“Why should I wait when I already know that I’m keeping you forever?” Ari lifted the collar from the box and put it around your neck.

Your hand shot up, fingers wrapping around one of his wrists. He paused, but didn’t move away. Didn’t slap your hand away either. But he held your gaze. His blue eyes darkening, determination shining in his eyes unrelenting. 

“What if I say no?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

Ari didn’t move an inch. His face remained as stoic as seconds before. Something in his eyes seemed to soften for you. And here you were expecting a flash of anger at meeting any resistance. 

“Then you say no.” He replied simply and his mouth quirked into a cheeky half-grin. 

“And then I take other ways to convince you to say yes. I can do sweet romance. I can lavish you with surprises and gifts. I can buy out this whole club and have Hansen dance on a pole for you. If that’s what it takes for you to give in.”

“But-” he slowly licked his lips and looked at you from beneath his long eyelashes- “I think you want to say yes, so I can keep you on the edge of that thrill. You like to be scared and used. And that’s why you’re going to let me stake that claim right now.”

Your chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, but after a long moment you dropped your hand in defeat.

It was partially surrender, knowing Ari Levinson could trap you in even without your consent. However, he was mostly right. There was a part of you that was intrigued to follow into that darkness he lured you into; to see and experience the thrilling surprises and wicked pleasures he would design for you. 

“Good girl.” Ari hummed in approval. 

He locked the collar around your neck and gently ran a finger beneath it. Then he traced his hand down along the two long chains hanging from the diamond circle.

“These-” he took each chain in each of his hands- “can simply be locked around you, serving as a sort of necklace.”

And he showed you, doing exactly that - letting them fall between your breasts and then tying them around your waist, snapping two ends together. 

“Or-” Ari’s fingers trailed along your forearms, until he reached your wrists and wrapped a hand around each. “They can be attached to cuffs.” 

As hot as the idea was, you didn’t find it practical. The golden chains were so delicate that if you trashed in orgasm, or just generally writhed as Ari tormented you, they’d snap instantly. 

Unless they were used only for presentation. As a mark of Ari’s ownership over you. 

The idea of walking somewhere public, like just strolling into your classes, or a restaurant, wearing this collar and maybe even the cuffs which would look like bracelets to a clueless eye… it mortified you. 

And accelerated your pulse in arousal.

“Wear it next time you dance for me.” Ari ran his fingers along the thin chains of the collar, then along your collarbones until he reached lacy straps of your top. 

He pulled one of the straps down your shoulder. Then the other one. Then moved his fingers over the swell of your breasts and upward, along the line of two thin chains leading to a diamond encrusted ring in your collar.

“You’ll wear nothing but this when I split your tight pussy on my cock.” His tone was a molten, dark delight.

His face glowed with triumph when you whimpered at the image of being completely naked sans the ownership jewelry, sweaty and helpless as Ari fucked you into the mattress.

“With time, we’ll get you used to wearing it all the time.”

He clamped his fingers around the front of your neck. He didn’t actually put any pressure. Just the presence of his hand wrapped around your throat the same way a collar did. It made you realize instantly, that’s how it would feel to wear the collar. 

It would be a constant reminder that you belonged to Ari.  

“For now, just wear it for me when we meet.” You were actually grateful for the small steps, but remembering Ari’s earlier words you knew he’d have it his way in the end - even if he had to take things slowly with you.

“Okay.” You nodded, fidgeting with one of the chains around your waist. You felt hot all over. And kind of suffocated. “I can do that.” 

The smile Ari flashed you in return almost made you instantly want to ask how else can you please him. It made all the hardness disappear from his face, crinkles appeared around his eyes and it felt like warmth filled your belly. 

“I knew you’d be good for me, kitten.” Ari kissed you softly. 

You started to really eagerly lean into the kiss when he broke it. He stood up, easily holding you up as he moved, then eased you down on your feet. 

Fuck, but he really towered over you. Like a beast. 

“I’ll drive you home.” Ari announced as he led you toward the door, hand on the small of your back. “When you come to the club on Friday, bring a bag with some overnight necessities. I have a meeting here, but then I’m taking you home for the weekend.” 

“A whole weekend?” You nearly froze on the spot. 

For some reason, a silly thought really, you imagined your interactions to be limited to your performances in the club only. Sure, you’d maybe wear his collar outside sometime, as a reminder to yourself that three nights a week you were bending to Ari Levinson’s whims. 

He really scrambled some of your brain cells since you didn’t consider he was putting himself in your life fully. And pulling you into his life. Possibly, into a very intense life…

“Wha-” You cleared your throat, trying to sound less shaken. “Whatever for?”

“Hmm.” Ari leaned down, his hot breath fanning your ear as he purred: “To do scary things to you, the thought of which will keep you tense and wet for me.”

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @jamneuromain here’s a little gift for you. I hope you’ll enjoy the first one shot of the little kinda series. It was supposed to be a one shot but I didn’t finish it on time so…now it’ll be a two/three chapter series! I hope you’re enjoying your birthday. I wish you the best. I won’t specify what exactly because everything what happens should be the best! Meet the best people, make the best memories and the best experiences!!!!

Between the bookshelves

My Masterlist

A/N: it’s not beta read:) there’ll be mistakes, be prepared:)

Pairing: Mob Ari Levinson x bookshop/café owner reader

Series Summary: You’re a small-town-girl living in a big city, owning her own (somewhat successful) book- and coffee-shop, a dream you had been following for years. Some of the books are little works of your own, but nobody really knew it and nobody really read them, being just small stories between bestselling novels.

And yet there was a specific client that couldn’t put down your books.

The Saturday mornings were mostly quiet and got a bit more busy in the noon, where people start waking up or curing their hangovers-for some reason you had noticed everyone liked doing it in your little coffee shop. The quiet atmosphere, smell of coffee, cake and books was calming for the people. It was just good for their headaches. Just some time to themselves. Just some…peace. That’s how you could describe your shop. Peaceful.

Most of the time they would buy a coffee, maybe a sandwich or something sweet and would sit for a while, sometimes with their headphones on, sometimes with their eyes closed or other times watching the people walk past the windows.

You enjoyed watching people.

The older people that came by because your place had an older aesthetic, the walls made from old brick stone, the shelves and tables dark wood, the couches, loveseats, armchairs and chairs all being rather vintage than modern. Always ordering the apple pie from your grandma’s recipe. Could they taste like it was an old recipe? Did it taste differently from the other pies?

You also liked watching the business people rolling their eyes during calls or while typing something on their laptops. It was really entertaining. You also always gave them a free muffin if they spilled their coffee on some (probably important) documents.

So to say, everyone liked coming here, for whatever reasons. Maybe to drink your coffee, maybe to have some peace or forget what was happening in their busy lives, instead wanting to escape in one of the books. In your cafe was everything possible, they could just drink their coffee and enjoy some snacks or disappear in a fantasy world with witches, mermaids and vampires or into a simple romance or thriller. Whatever they wanted.

And then there was him.

He came here to see you smile. To hear your voice. To get to know you.

But until now he never actually spoke to you. Not unless it was to tell you his order.

And that’s it.

Ari was the head of the mob and yet he got cold feet when it came to talking to a pretty girl.

Usually he had no problems with talking to women, even targets or other dealers but you ... .it's like he was his teenage self again (or even worse, because he actually wasn’t that nervous back then.)

He didn’t want to mess it up too soon, since you seemed like a very nice person and probably wouldn’t approve of his work. So he wanted to show you his best side-even though he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hide his true identity.

And more important, how long he’d manage to keep you safe. That was his biggest concern. That’s also why he didn’t know if he should approach you.

For now it was enough to sit in your café and watch you from afar. Like a total creep.

Ari sighed, hitting his forehead on the table with a quiet thud. What the hell was he doing? He was making a total fool of himself? He’d now go to the counter and ask for your number.

Determined he stood up and did as planned. “Hi, may I ask for-“ “Y/N, the muffins are ready!”, shouted someone from what he assumed was the kitchen. You smiled apologetically. “Give me a minute”, with that you disappeared for a moment, coming back with a plate filled with muffins.

A bright smile crept once again onto your lips when you saw the beautiful stranger still waiting at the counter. He was one of your regulars and yet you never catched his name. Nor anything else beside his usual order. “Another cappuccino?”, you saw him opening his mouth, before nodding. “Yeah, another cappuccino, thank you”, he smiled, brushing his hair behind his ear before taking out his card.

He definitely noticed the muffin decorated with heart sprinkles to his coffee, that he hadn’t ordered. Also, he got your name. This was more than he had actually expected.

And this muffin definitely meant something, right?

You watched him for a second from behind the counter, before needing to go clean up a table. You hoped he had seen the number written on the handkerchief.

He didn’t. He threw it away.

But you didn’t know that. You imagined he threw it away on purpose. Maybe he felt awkward? Or even uncomfortable? God, you have messed up. What if he’d never come back again?

Sighing you looked out of the window imagining the beautiful man talking to you about something different than just his usual order.

Two weeks. Two whole weeks Ari couldn’t go to your café and it made him crazy. Even though he didn’t know you, he missed your sweet smile. The słuchały oversized pink hoodie you liked wearing, especially when it was a bit colder, how you always wore your hair in a bun or ponytail, showing off your beautiful rosy cheeks. The way your eyes lightened up when you talked to him-he didn’t know if it was something that happened with every customer, but he liked imagining this sparkle was just for him.

Maybe it was.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But he hoped it was.

When the quiet bell sounded as he entered the café you lifted your head, having been caught up in messaging someone while there was some quiet time in the shop. There were only a few customers busy with eating and drinking, some others reading some books.

He walked up to the counter, opening his mouth to greet you, but his voice broke when he saw your slightly rosy cheeks, the soft smile on your lips. “Hello, the usual?”, you smiled at him, making him even more speechless so he just nodded.

For fucks sake what was happening to him. How the hell could you make him speechless with just a smile even though he was able to talk to twenty men with guns in hands and files longer than some restaurant menus.

Sighing, he walked to his usual table, hanging off his jacket over the chair before walking to the shelves, looking for a new book.

He found one about a complicated love story between a college student and her professor, from what he could read in the summary-but it wasn’t the plot that surprised him.

It was your picture.

You were the author.

Ari immediately took it and walked with it over to his table where he immediately started reading. He wasn’t really into romance stuff, but it was your book. It was a piece of you, in a way, and he wanted to know something about you. About the relationship you seek, the gestures that made your breath hitch and what made your heart flutter.

So he started reading.

Within a few pages he was already pulled into the story, completely losing himself in the story, interested in the problematic relationship the main characters had. Just when the main character was supposed to meet with her professor you walked up to his table with a coffee and muffin that he hadn’t ordered.

When he looked up at you and slightly closed the book you could see he was reading your book. Your cheeks turned a dark red color. Usually it wouldn’t matter who read your book but him-not him. He wasn’t supposed to know about the things you liked, about your desires and-about your sexual preferences! Jesus. Maybe he hadn’t read who the author was?

At this point you’d rather just go to bed and never leave it again. Like, really, never.

Sighing you walked back behind the counter, not noticing the lingering gaze on you.

Three hours later, Ari was still busy with the book. At this point the story was so addictive he couldn’t put it down. The main character was a total sweetheart and the professor-god what a dick he was. Such a liar. Even though he had already messed up once, he didn’t tell his lover he still had a wife. Okay, yes, they were divorcing soon but still-he should’ve told his girlfriend about it. It’s a detail you should mention. Preferably from the beginning and not letting the girlfriend find out because the wife walked into his apartment?? Jesus!

He scoffed at the book and wanted to turn the page when his phone rang. “Levinson”, he listened to his friend about having found out who had stolen guns and other weapons from him. Ari could tell his frown deepened with every second, the vein on his forehead already pulsing from anger. Fury, even. He tried to be a good man. Really. Holding back all the time-but having one of his men betray him…this was too much. It was-

“Do you want a refill?” Your sweet voice interrupted his racing thoughts, his nerves immediately calming down, the frown disappearing. Instead a smile reappeared on his lips. “I can’t. I have to go and get some …business stuff done”, he said, already standing up. It was the first time you two were so close to each other.

His Perfume smelled overpowering, but in a surprisingly good way. It made you crave this man even more than before. The smell was just heavenly. You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing it in deeply, nearly closing your eyes to enjoy it for a bit longer but instead you looked into Ari’s bright eyes. He was taller than you, bigger than you. He towered over you, but you didn’t feel threatened. You felt safe.

Fuck. Your crush was turning into something much worse.

Little did you know that’s exactly what Ari thought too.

It’s not really unusual for him being taller or bigger than someone, but with you it’s like something inside him awoke. The need to keep you close. Keep you safe. He knew how dangerous the world could be, especially for a woman like you. But he could take care of you.

He’d love to wrap his arms around you, bury his nose against your neck and inhale your sweet smell, feel your soft skin…

He had it bad. So, so bad.

A last smile crept onto his lips before he grabbed his jacket and walked over to the door, looking once again back at you meeting your gaze. You blushed at that, making Ari’s heart pound.

He’ll ask for your number. Next time when he’ll be here.

But he didn’t. The next time, two days later, he just drank his coffee and read the book. Ari was Never this curious about a book but yours was just…incredible. The love story, the whole plot. Unbelievable. And also…thinking you had such a…interesting view of sex made him curious if you’d do the things in real life, too.

Were you into the same things as the main character? Spanking? Dom and sub dynamics in real life? Being called a good girl? Fuck, he really tried not to think about these things at night. (He failed sometimes.)

“Would you like some apple pie?”, you sweet voice made him lift his head. “Oh, sure, how much-“ “no, no, that’s on the house…it’s a gift. From me.” Your gentle tone made his heart throb, while he nodded. “Thank you.”

While he watched you walk away he wasn’t sure what to do next. You were such a kind and sweet person. And he was…he wasn’t good. Far from that, actually. You two couldn’t be more different. While you were a gentle soul that gave away the food that was left after a shift to the homeless, he was capable of torturing people without blinking an eye. He was cruel, cold and furious.

He wasn’t good enough for you. He knew. And he knew he’d only make your life miserable and dangerous. Maybe he already did with spending so much time at your café. Your worlds were too far from each other for you to date. Or even be friends.

“Here you go-enjoy”, once again did your voice pull him out of his thoughts-and a gentle touch on his shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Fuck. It just slipped. From all the reading-he forgot. It was unbelievable how your whole being influenced his behavior, how you were able to make him forget about his whole being.

Just when he wanted to apologise a shy but bright smile formed on your lips, a slight blush slowly creeping over your cheeks. Without saying anything else you squeezed his shoulder for a second before stepping away from his table, being called over by an older couple.

Even though he really wanted to read more, his phone was getting blow up with messages about the recent thefts. They knew who caused them but not where he was hiding. The fact that it was one of his men still angried him, even more because nobody could find him.

But he needed the stolen things back. ASAP. Otherwise even he could get in trouble-which didn’t happen often.

He looked at the pie, smiling as he noticed the little heart you had drawn with whipped cream. The thought of not being able to have you made his heart crumble a little.

Why couldn’t he be just a simple man with a simple life?

Because he liked the luxurious life he had.

But maybe he could try the simple way of living for once?

Oh who was he lying to, everyone he knew would say he’d never have a standard live. He liked having an expensive car, the newest phone, eating out especially in nice restaurants or nice vacations somewhere far away.

He was curious about what you liked. Maybe he could invite you to his favourite restaurant? Seeing you in a elegant long dress, your beautiful neck exposed…maybe covered in some little hickeys, marks ... ..or maybe a simple and decent day collar. Just a neck with a little ring…only the people involved would understand-and maybe some people would even compliment your necklace, not knowing what it meant.

Ari’s whole chest tingled with need.

But he didn’t want to destroy your life by pulling into the mess he was in.

Sighing he took a little bite from the pie, immediately closing his eyes in pleasure. It tasted incredible. Perfect even.

He hadn't had such a good pie in a long time.

Ari ate the pie within a few minutes, not having enough time to eat in peace since his phone was ringing all the time.

Once again when he left he could feel your lingering gaze on his back.

Next time. He’d talk to you next time.

You promised the same thing to yourself…and your best employee-well, best friend, because she couldn’t handle listening to your venting about Ari anymore.

This time he couldn’t come to your café for over two weeks, since he was after Alex, the thief. And he didn’t have much time to relax. Especially not in your café, also he didn’t want to come closer in case someone was following him-which he believed was possible seeing what was happening.

But he really missed you, even though you hadn’t had a real conversation yet. It’s just…your smile could brighten his mood, it didn’t matter how bad the day was.

When he finally visited your place again the first thing he noticed was how your frown disappeared and how you leaned over the counter slightly. “Hello! Long time no see”, you grinned at him.

Ari chuckled at your enthusiasm, immediately feeling how your presence cheered him up. “Yeah I had a lot of stuff going on…it’s complicated. I’m just glad I can finally drink a coffee here…sit, enjoy the atmosphere here…it’s probably the only place where I feel like I can forget about the whole mess with-…you know, life”, he mumbled, shaking his head slowly.

When he took out his wallet your hand touched his and you slowly pushed it away. “It’s fine, this one's on me…maybe we could…sit a bit together? Talk?”, you smiled gently, seeing how the gears in the man’s head started doing their job.

“Sounds very nice, yes. I’d love to sit and talk a bit…”, he didn’t sound entirely sure about it, but you believed him anyway. Maybe he really had a bad day. “Perfect, then you can go sit down and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

After he did what said you started preparing the coffees and a piece of brownie for each. He’d definitely like it. At least you hoped he would.

“I’m pretty sure we never really introduced-I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”, when you finally sat down Ari turned his phone around so the screen wouldn’t be visible. You really hoped he wasn’t hiding a wife or kid. Or both? Let’s not be paranoid…but still…

Ari smiled at you, pushing his phone even further away. It’s not like you’d grab it and read his messages? This guy was a bit suspicious…but you knew not to judge a book by its cover. “I’m Ari, it’s nice to meet you. I wanted to talk to you for a while now…I couldn’t never really get myself to do it”, he chuckled, making you unintentionally but your lip a bit.

Did it mean he liked you just as much as you liked him?

“I’m glad. I was curious if we’d ever say more to each other than your usual order”, your words made him chuckle again and he shook his head a bit. “Yeah that…I don’t really like changes and besides, your coffee is really good. When I find a place I like, I don’t like changing things.” Ari took a sip from his coffee to prove his point-and once again the coffee was as good as always.

He noticed how seemingly pleased you were with this simple compliment. Wasn’t it obvious how good everything here was? Especially the barista…which he wouldn’t say out loud, but he’d think about it.

“What will happen to them? Will they have a Happy End?” Ari lifted the book he had once again taken from the shelf. One of your first pieces you had tried to write and actually finish. But you were still slightly insecure sometimes-especially when the person reading was someone you’d rather like to impress.

You shrugged slowly, a teasing smirk creeping over your lip. “I guess you’ll have to come here often and finish it yourself. I won’t spoil the ending for you. What’s the fun in reading it then?” Ari shook his head amused.

“I rather like knowing what’s coming, you know? To prepare myself for it, the same in real life-especially my business. It sucks to know that you’re being lied to”, he had no idea why he was telling you this but it felt good. It’s like his heart was speaking for him, even though his brain was screaming at him to shut up and preferably leave you alone.

But he listened to his heart, for once. He wanted to listen to his heart this one time.

You placed your hand over his, squeezing gently. “I understand. It must be hard having someone close betray you…if I may ask, what did he do? And where do you two work?”, you asked. Curiosity was never your best trait, but to your defence ari was the one speaking about it first. You had the right to ask…right?

Ari stilled for a second, looking down at his phone, then his coffee, hands, back at his phone and finally back at you. “It’s office work, but I can’t tell you much more about it”, you could tell he was lying right to your face.

Did you care about it? Did you see the red flags and decided to ignore them?

Nobody ever said you always made the right choices.

“I understand. Still sucks being lied too by someone important”, you squeeze his hand again.

At least he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Maybe this weird gut feeling was from nervousness and not…something else. He seemed like a nice and charming guy.

On the other hand…

So did Ted Bundy.

You quickly shook those thoughts away…for now.

To your surprise you two talked for nearly two hours, before the café started to be flooded by customers and you had to go back to work. Ari left you his number, telling you to call him when you’d need any help…or just to talk.

Happily you enjoyed the rest of the shift, already thinking about texting Ari later in the evening.

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[janesaridoll]

Falling for him ;part 1

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

Summary || would you accept what he’s offering for your time? Despite your morals?

Genera || angst,

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

Part 2

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“His to own, you’re his no matter what”

“Crystal, your man is here, he’s in the back room” as soon as you get off the stage your manager told you. You weren't in the mood for him right now; as it was nearing the end of your shift, you figured you could help out the other girls before heading home, however he wouldn't let you; all you wanted to do was to take a hot shower, eat your leftover pizza, and sleep.

You replied quietly, "okay," not wanting to argue with her, knowing that whatever Ari wanted was out of her hands.

Ari Levinson. Your city's dangerous don, the mafia boss. Who had them all in his hands, which is why your manager couldn't do anything about him showing up unannounced near closing time and asking for you

You sighed again, stuffing the money you earned tonight into your bag, and went to the back room, where you knew he always stayed whenever he came to you.

In front of the room stood two broad men who always accompanied him, their guns clearly visible in the waist band of their suits, and they were looking around suspiciously despite the fact that there was no one around them.

They look at you and nod, one of them opens the door for you. You smiled at him, but he didn't return the lovely smile you know their boss adores. Fucking statues

You walked into the small room where you first met Ari for a private dance session. The room was cold even though they hadn't fixed the air conditioner; it wasn't because of the weather outside, but because of the cold-hearted man sitting in front of you.

He's leaning against the old couch, which you're still don’t know how it’s still here you swear you saw a cockroach walk all over it once.

His legs were spread wide to show off his size. One hand rests on one of his thighs, while the other holds a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of a brownish liquor, his looks are darker than the night despite the blue eyes this giant monster has.

In front of him a scratched old wooden table that barley stand on it four legs, you would give it a couple of days before it brakes, yet it holds Ari’s belongings.

His custom-made gun with his initials on it pointing at you, his ashtray with a couple of turned-off cigarettes, implying he's been here for a while, and a bottle of his expensive liquor. completing Ari's entire personality in the eyes of others

He's dominating the room he's sitting in, hell, he's dominating the entire club, yet you're not afraid of him.

You fix your gaze on him, and all you see is the same expression he gave you the first time. Lust, how are you going to get through this? How can you not fall into his arms? How can you not fall for him even harder?

"Long time no see, angel eyes," he said as he sipped his drink, his dark eyes settled on yours.

It's been three weeks since he last came here, and each time he comes, you miss him even more than the week before. You despised it, you despised how much you loved him, you were relieved he didn't come for three weeks, but good people don't always get what they want, right?

"It was a lovely three weeks," you said with your fake smile and attitude that you knew he disliked.

"You're counting the days?" he smirked.

"I'm just curious how many days you can go without me," you replied with the same sass you have before.

"I can't live without you, Angel eyes," he said again, knowing how it affects you, 'Angel eyes' had you on your knees since the first day.

"You lost the right to call me that long ago, Ari," you say, losing all your sass after hearing your beloved pet name.

"You still have those angel eyes though, Crystal," he said warmly. "How are you doing?"

You have the feeling that he is reenacting the scene in which you fall in love with him.

"How is your wife?" You retorted, It's been months and he still ignores the fact that it's over between you two the moment you found out about his wife.

"Let's not do this tonight," he sighed.

"Good for me too," you said, turning around to try to open the door to leave, but it was locked, "I paid for two hours," he said, looking at the expensive watch on his wrist, "I still have an hour and a half."

"Fuck you," you said pitifully, to think you and Ari had something real, something anyone would kill for. God, you were so stupid; how could a man like him want anything more than a mistress at his beck and call, waiting for him whenever he wanted to spread her legs? You were naive enough to believe he would want to spend his life with you. to take you as his wife

"You won't get anything from me unless you answer my fucking question, which I've asked a million times before." You became enraged with him and tears began to well up in your eyes.

He wants you, but he will never take you in the way he desires.

"Why are you being so hard on me? I'm trying to protect you," he said, raising his voice at you; he never spoke to you like that before.

"And I don't want to be saved, I'm fine" overwhelmed by emotions, why can't he leave you alone? Why is it that he can't respect you? Why has everything become so difficult? You could feel yourself slipping away in his grasp like a fucking puppet, doing whatever he pleased.

A moment of silence floats through the room, with nothing but the fading music of the club to be heard. "I have a daughter, she's four," he answered your question, but it wasn't the answer you wanted. You truly believed it couldn't get any worse,.

No way, it can't be, you sobbed. You can't be a homewrecker, you can't ruin this little girl's life, you can't let her live what you've lived. "You've got to be kidding me," you exclaimed to the man in front of you.

Ari knows he can't go back to his mansion and live his life as if nothing happened, as if the last few months were just a dream he made up, you got him on his knees in a leach and it's hard to break through, it's hard to leave you alone and go back to his cheating wife, he knows his daughter doesn't want to live in a broken home.

"I want you out of this life, y/n," he says, placing his glass on the table and his elbows on his knees, staring at you. He exhaled a sigh.

"I'll give you whatever you want to come with me. I’ll give you double what you make in a week? Do you earn $8,000 per week? I'll double that, whatever it is, whatever it is! Would you like me to divorce my wife? I'll do it in heart beat” he says, sick of it. He needs you and he will not be ashamed to admit it. He'll take you. And he will make you his for for ever

“Name your fucking price and i’ll give it to you, know this Im not leaving today with out you”.

Are you kidding me?Have you gone insane?" You're enraged and irritated. Nothing will stop you from yelling at him. Fuck, You wanted to take his gun and shoot him in the head.

“Yes. I've lost my fucking mind for you, and nothing can stop me."

"I won't Ari, I can't do this to your daughter," tears stream down your cheeks, a deep desire within you to say yes, to be with him, to escape this lifestyle; just today, a man was kicked out for inappropriately touching you, the fifth this week.

The idea of settling down and spending the rest of your life comfortably with him is appealing; it's what you've wanted for years

You can't separate this little girl from her parents, and you can't take her father away from her, as what have done to you.

He slowly walked up to you, towering over you with all the power he wielded like a fucking god.

He looked at you like a prey, trapping you between his chest and the wall, if you only knew you wouldn't come to this room.

Despite the fact that you were wearing heels, he was still taller than you. He bent down and you felt his lips on you. He's not kissing you, he's just brushing his soft lips against your red-stained lips

"Just say the word y/n," and tears stream down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. ، you body is weak you can feel yourself wanting to fall on him. To let him have you forever like the sweet little girl you are.

"How about your daughter ?" You wanted to remind him of what he's missing in this puzzle: he has a wife and a daughter.

He brushed his lips against your neck, making you shiver in return, you placed your hand on his broad shoulders, and your attempts to push him were useless. "What about her?" he asked.

You can't believe him; is he acting stupid or is he truly stupid? Is he blind to the fact that his daughter is involved? Part of the problem he's attempting to solve?

"Ari, please stop," you said softly, wanting him to stop this stupid game, this affair, and stop treating you like some mistress rich old men have.

You assumed him to marry you and make you his lovely wife.

"The only reason I didn't divorce Charlotte was because of my daughter Mia, who was very young when I discovered her mother's affair with one of my men," he took a deep breath, as if the entire situation was something he dreaded discussing.

"What we have is not a mistake," he continued minutes later. He kissed your lips sweetly and warmly, "you didn't take a man from his family, that man came to you, begging you to spare him a look. So, angel eyes, How much does your time cost?"

You storm your brain out thinking of the number that would be impossible for him to pay you, his words do nothing to persuade you that you did not ruin a small girl's life, even if her house is broken as he said you can't do this, you want him to leave so everything can go back to normal, you dancing to the rhythm of music to thirsty old men and getting paid for it.

It hurts to see him like this, begging you to give yourself up for him, to be his precious doll, the one he took his rage out on.

Without thinking you say the biggest number you can think of “five million dollars per year."

"Okay," he said flatly, as if you'd asked for a dollar. He stood up straight, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a blank check.

Even so, that is what you do in life. Guys paying you to dance It was the first time you felt like a lesser being. An unpleasant sensation arises in your chest and it all because the man asking you is the man of your dreams.

You pushed him away from you, you didn't believe it was possible; but you're crying even harder now. Like a cheap whore, he only wants your body.

"Stop, Ari, I just can't-" you yelled at him, this amount of money would save your life, pay off your debts, but coming from him? It doesn't feel right..

"Don't be stupid, take this money and save yourself; all I'm asking for is your time." Why is he making it difficult for you? Isn't he aware of the entire situation?

You just wish you had met him in a different situations and under different circumstances; why didn't you meet him in a coffee shop or a fucking library?

Your hesitancy is eating you alive; no one would refuse this kind of money; the money is enticing you to say yes;

He looked your tear-stained face, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your body trembling like a leaf.

He sighed and took the blue pen from his pocket, your jaw slack as he began to fill out the information on the small papers, you're mesmerized by his unfazed expression to the amount of money you're asking for.

"You have two weeks to decide angel eyes, you know how to get me," he said as he handed you the check. He turned around and took his belongings with him. He knocked on the door beside your head, expecting his man to open it.

His eyes are searching for yours, you can't tell what his expression means, but his lips say exactly what he wants "there's nothing you could've asked from me that I would say no to" and just like that he’s gone, leaving you with the idea of him and of the money in your hand..

Would you do this!, you thought as you stared at the paper between your fingers. Would you give up everything to be with him? Do you intend on accepting this money?

One thing you realized after this was that you two aren't a normal couple, and nothing that happening to you is normal.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

“I can’t go back to New York.”

“Even if you could, do you really think I’d let you leave my city? Leave me?”

#Once Bitten Twice Shy #mob!Ari Levinson #mob!Bucky #Boston Brute!Ari Levinson #New York Necromancer!Bucky

[navybrat817]

What if i tell mafia ari that food always comes first when he tries to have sex before dinner?

So sorry for the hard time you are having, sending you fluffy bear hugs 🥺

Nonnie, I'm giggling because I SWEAR this sounds like something I'd send to one of my lovelies when I know they're having a rough time. "Here's someone to dick you down and I also love you and want you to have cuddles." ❤️ It's perfect.

I'm also loving that this is another mob!Ari ask. @yandere-stories sent something with him, too! And if you were to tell him food comes before sex when it's dinner time?

"But I want my dessert now, sweetheart. You want me to have it, too."

"No, I don't." "Then why are you already opening your legs?"

Hehe. Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #ari levinson #mob!ari levinson #fuel for thots #blog love #put a smile on my face #love letter 💌 #anon ask #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[georgiapeach30513]

Underneath the City Lights Masterlist

When your father dies, and the Dirty Martini is ran by your brother, all hell breaks lose.  And the one person who knows the secret to the newest mafia family in town is you.  Forced to perform, and bought by August Walker.  Who knew it was going to take an old family friend to save you?  Hiding you away from the families is where the two of you start to fall....

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this fic will have dark themes. There will be moments of taking away the reader’s agency, assault, misogyny, corruption and much more. Minors DNI.

#underneath the city lights #mafia au #soft!ari levinson #mob boss!ari levinson #burlesque!reader

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

Now that Bambi's been introduced to the family...

Find Bambi's intro HERE!

#Mafia AU #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Loki #Natasha Romanoff #ari levinson #Nick Fowler #joaquin torres #Thor #Mickey Henry #Steven Grant #marc spector #jake lockley #Sam Wilson #Andy Barber #valkyrie #Jake Jensen #wanda maximoff #Frank Castle #Maria Hill #Kraven the Hunter #Colin Shea #Max Sharper #Mob Rules AU

[biteofcherry]

for your new years slumber party, can we get a little drabble with ari from sweet thrills pls 🥹🥹🥹

Sweet Thrill Masterlist

mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader

summary: Ari makes sure you take a break in the midst of studying for exams.

warnings: this Ari is a warning himself; D/s dynamic; Master/pet dynamic; BDSM; pet play; anal plug; oral (m receiving)

Perched on a soft, wide pillow, leaning against Ari’s leg, you sank into your notes much easier and quicker than when you were trying to study while curled in the corner of a couch. 

Sticking to Ari’s rules, you were naked - sans your collar and golden harness. But the heating was up at perfect level, not once making you shiver and searching for a blanket. You brought your notes to study for the upcoming midterms, since Ari demanded your weekends to be spent at his place.

To be honest, more and more of your weekdays ended in his bed, as well. 

While he took you often and so thoroughly your brain switched off for long hours, Ari didn’t disturb your study time. Not much. When he saw you turning from one side to another, then to yet another position as you tried to focus on your notes, Ari stepped up. 

He picked you up from the couch and carried you into his office, where he sat you down on a big, decorative pillow that was placed on the floor beside his chair. 

At first you felt a surge of indignation, having been put at his feet like someone lesser. Like a pet that he wanted you to be for him. But then tension started leaving your body as you felt Ari’s fingers gently stroking along your head. He guided you to lean against his leg. 

In no time you were reading through your notes, calmed by Ari’s presence and the steady sound of his fingers typing on his sleek laptop. 

However, there was so much time a brain could stay on full attention and yours started slipping away from your studying. 

Mindlessly, really, you slipped one of your hands beneath the pant leg of Ari’s sweatpants and stroked up and down. You turned your head, pressing your cheek against his knee and glancing around. You’ve never spent much time in his office, until now, and you couldn’t help the curiosity. 

Ari didn’t react at first when you tapped the carved handles of the drawers in his huge desk, nor when you opened one and peeked inside. His eyes were still trained on the screen of his laptop when he addressed you a few moments later:

“I see you need a break.”

His voice was velvety soft, but there was a particular undertone to it that made your body thrum in newly awoken attention. 

Your head tilted back as you looked up at him, your notebook slipping onto the floor, forgotten. Ari slowly closed his laptop then put it in one of the top drawers. Next he picked you up, so easily as if you weighed nothing, and arranged your body into your hands and knees on top of the desk.

You gulped at the obvious acceleration of the pet play. The fact Ari didn’t simply bend you over the desk, but made you perch on it on all your fours, was messing with your mind. There was still this faint struggle with the whole concept, but you found yourself responding to it more and more eagerly. Unraveling under Ari’s masterful guidance. 

“Good girl, Kitten,” he caressed your back in lazy strokes. 

For a few minutes it was only about Ari’s touch, petting you all over. He even gently played with the shell of your ear and your body’s reaction turned stronger than from direct clit stimulation. He rubbed your ass, too, but no smack followed, even though you half expected it. 

“Stay still now, pet,” Ari squeezed your thigh.

You heard the sound of a drawer being opened, then some soft rustling, like opening a box filled with that luxurious wrapping paper. Then a pop. You didn’t dare to glance over your shoulder, but your fingers curled nervously as you waited.

“You're my lovely pet, but a proper kitten needs a few accessories.” Your whole body tensed as you felt Ari’s wet finger slide between your asscheeks and rub lube over your rim. “It will help you get into your role fully.”

Then something cold and hard was pushing into your tight hole. 

You whined, instinctively pulling away from the sensation, but Ari’s fingers instantly gripped the front of your neck and held you in place. 

“Be still, Kitten,” he growled in warning, “and push back against the plug. It’ll slide in easier.” 

Beside Ari’s finger probing your asshole a few times, you never had anything inside of it. The stretch of the tear-shaped plug seemed unbearable, yet the wider your rim opened the stronger jolts of arousal spiked through your core. 

Your clit pulsed when the whole thing was finally inside and you felt the tickling softness brush against your thigh. You didn’t need to look behind you to know it was a fluffy tail attached to the plug. 

“That’s my good pet,” Ari’s praise rushed to your head like a dizzying gulp of the most fizzy, delicious champagne. 

He slid one of his arms under your chest and the other between your thighs. In one, swift move he had you off the desk and back on your unsteady feet in front of him. The tail seemed to shift in the new position, reminding you of its presence. 

When Ari brought up another item, heat burned your face. Though it was definitely less debauched than an anal plug, somehow it was more embarrassing. Solidifying your position.

A headband with fluffy kitten ears. 

The plug was deeply sexual and you could compartmentalize it as such, but a headband that was seemingly innocent locked in your role of a dumb little pet. Your heart raced as Ari put it on your head; his fingers skimming along your cheek and down your neck, to your collar. 

“Do a few laps for me, Kitten.” With a firm hand around your neck, Ari pushed you down onto your knees. “Show me that majestic cat strut.” 

Ari had walked you around on a leash a few times and liked keeping you in submissive positions, but it was the very first time he made you crawl on all fours. Perhaps he was waiting with it for this exact moment - where he had you in full kitten gear. 

You couldn’t help the gasp that fell out of your lips as you crawled forward. The movement caused the plug in your ass to move as well, teasing nerve ends you had no idea existed. That, along with the sense of Ari watching you, filled you with another wave of heat. By the time you circled back towards Ari, your folds were tingling and damp. 

Ari was waiting for you, sitting on the chair with his sweatpants pushed down and his thick cock in his hand. He pumped himself slowly as he beckoned you to him with his other hand. 

“Such a beautiful, obedient pet you are, my Kitten. I’m so proud to be your Master.”

However humiliating your position was, Ari’s words were genuine and lacked any mockery. Which is why it was becoming easier and more exciting to be his little pet. 

You crawled between Ari’s spread legs, your gaze flicking between his cock and his handsome face. Corners of Ari’s mouth curved upwards, his blue eyes darkening as he noticed your attention shifting to his dick. 

“Go on, get your milk.” He encouraged you, holding himself at the base.  

You knew to put your hands on his thighs and only lower your head, so Ari fed you his cock. He rarely allowed you to touch, which you realized wasn’t a punishment, but served to push you deeper into a brainless headspace. No thinking, only taking what he gave you. Only following his guidance. 

“You’ll wear the plug for an hour every day,” with his hand on the back of your head, Ari guided your mouth back and forth over his dick. “And additionally any time I wish you to wear it for our play time.” 

He forced your head down, the head of his cock slipping into your throat and making you choke. 

Lack of air made your muscles tense, your walls clenched. And so did your ass. Around that damn plug, which evoked another zap straight to your clit.

“In a few weeks-” Ari wiped away one of the tears streaming down your cheek- “we’ll switch to a bigger plug. Train you, so that one day I can stretch that tight ass of yours with my cock.”

“For now,” Ari eased back, allowing you to catch a breath in wheezing gulps, “suck every last drop from me. If you spill any, you’ll lick it off the floor.”   

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