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Title: New Hire [6]

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Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Spanking, Mob AU, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: hello everyone! back from my little hiatus with a brand new chapter of New Hire. i’ve been getting soooo many asks about this series, i’m so stoked everyone’s enjoying it so far! this chapter’s a little long, and… smutty, so… drink water 🤣 divider by @firefly-graphics

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

You wake with Ari curled around your back, soft snores rumbling in his chest. It isn’t often that he’s not up before you, already waiting downstairs despite your best efforts to beat him there. His hand rests heavily on your hip, his fingers curled underneath the skimpy hem of your new pajamas. You shift, and his grip tightens instantly. Ari mumbles something in his sleep, and you giggle silently, trying hard not to wake him.

Turning in his arms is no easy feat but you manage, resting your palms against his chest. You’ve never really gotten to observe him at rest before; even relaxed Ari is at attention, ready to move to act if the situation were to suddenly require it. His golden hair is tousled, laying messily across his forehead. His lips are slightly parted, and you can hear the sound of his breath whispering though them.

He’s so handsome.

You know your mate is attractive—you’ve known it since you first laid eyes on him. But watching him like this, he seems, you don’t know, softer. Less hard lines and jagged edges. There’s an embarrassed sort of pride that rears its head at the thought that this man had chosen you, out of every other possible option.

You.

Before you realize what you’re doing, you’re tracing the curve of his cheek with the back of your hand. He stirs with a groan, his nose wrinkling.

“Mm, Kitten,” he mumbles, eyes opening to slits. “Wha’ time’ssit?” You giggle, and he lets out a sleepy, frustrated hmph.

“Early,” you answer quietly, laughing again when he groans, pulling you tighter to his chest and burying his face in your hair. Ari heaves a satisfied sigh. He’s comforted by having you so close, you can feel it in the bond.

“Go back to sleep,” he instructs sternly, and you laugh again. “S’too early.” The last few days had been hectic, Liam bouncing off the walls while Ari prepared for your surprise—and while you did your best to forget the sound of a man begging for his life. You feel guilty, mostly because you don’t feel as shameful and penitent as you probably should.

Every time the guilt begins to creep in, you remember Liam’s frightened face, and your own feral panic.

He deserved what he got, murmurs the dark, feral voice living in your hindbrain. Deserved it ten times over. Ari’s warm hands draw you out of your own head, the silky fabric of your new nightie bunching underneath his touch.

“Can hear you thinking from here, Omega,” he chastises you in a voice still gravelly from sleep. “You’re not sleeping.” Your cheeks heat so rapidly, you wonder if he can feel them smoldering against his chest. It’s not that you aren’t tired—you are. Your brain just hasn’t let you get a single moment of rest in since you’d found yourself awake just before sun-up. You just can’t stop turning the events of the last month over in your head, like you’re still trying to get a grip on them.

Something has happened to you in these past few weeks. Something that’s continuing to happen the longer you find yourself in the company of your mate. The slow but persistent eroding of beliefs you’d previously considered to be unshakeable. That right was right and wrong was wrong, and those lines couldn’t be confused or crossed. But now the lines are blurry and runny like paint, and it’s hard for you to tell which is which—if there was ever really a difference.

“Talk to me, Kitten.” You make a surprised noise in the back of your throat, twitching against him as you sink deeper into his warmth. His lips move gently against your temple. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Just… everything,” you say quietly, glad you don’t have to find a way to avoid Ari’s searching gaze, pressed against his chest as you are. “M-my father, and Peter, and…” You trail off, not wanting to mention Clarence’s head becoming red paste on the concrete outside.

“Mm.” Ari hums low in his throat. “Quill is… certainly a problem.” He rolls over onto his back. Ari scrubs a hand down over the scruff of his beard tiredly. You curl up against his side, resting a timid hand on the hard planes of his chest. You remember him the way he was on the playground; determined, stubborn.

“Do you think… he’ll stop now?” You ask hopefully, glancing up at Ari. He leans down to kiss your forehead once again.

“I don’t think so, Kitten.” You can tell he wants to lie, to reassure you that it’s over, but that he can’t quite bring himself to do so.

“Why?” Ari looks uncomfortable, like he doesn’t want to answer.

“Because men in our positions don’t like to give up something for nothing, Kitten.” You feel a cool shiver run down your spine at his words. “And for Quill, sweetheart, you represent quite an investment.”

You can’t stop thinking about it, even after Liam has roused the two of you from your nest of sheets and blankets.

An investment.

Was that all you had been to your father, too? An investment? Something to use to trade up at the most lucrative opportunity? It keeps you distracted all day, long after Ari leaves for work. You try to keep Liam occupied, but fail as he runs circles around you easily while you’re preoccupied.

“Um, can I go over Mary’s house?” He asks you as he wolfs down the peanut butter sandwich you made him for lunch. There’s peanut butter smeared across one of his round little cheeks as he looks up at you with imploring eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? Am I not cool enough for you?” You ask jokingly, and Liam, ever serious, shakes his head. You’re about to ask him what exactly constitutes cool when your phone begins vibrating in your pocket. “Hello?”

“Kitten, are you busy?” Ari’s voice filters through the receiver.

“No,” you reply. “Well, only if you count getting a lesson in how uncool I am from a six year old.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles at your response.

“I don’t suppose you could take a break from that to swing by the office with my work phone, could you sweetheart? I left it in the bedside table, that first drawer.”

“Oh, um, sure. I could do that.”

“Thanks, Kitten.” Ari’s satisfied purr makes a little shiver travel down your spine.

“I guess you get off light today, sir,” you say to Liam, stowing your cell back in your pocket. “You get to go to Mary’s while I run an errand for Dad.” You haven’t been to the office often, maybe once or twice in the months since you’d been hired—not counting your interview. Come to think of it, you know remarkably little about Ari’s business exploits and where his money comes from, despite how easily he wants you to spend it.

It doesn’t take much to get Liam ready to go. You instruct him to pick out two—and two only—of his favorite toys to bring with him while you head upstairs to look for Ari’s phone. It’s precisely where he said it was, in the first drawer in the bedside table. You pick it up gingerly, squeaking a little with surprise as the screen lights up at your touch. It’s locked, of course, but you can still see bits of messages, unchecked notifications.

You don’t mean to look—really, you don’t—but you can’t help it, your eyes drawn down by a new notification flashing across the screen. It’s a number you don’t recognize, and one Ari doesn’t have saved. Your breath catches in your tight throat as you read them, hot tears gathering in your wide eyes.

Unknown Number: It’s a good offer. You won’t receive better, not for an Omega that’s been…used.

Your heart pounds in your chest. What offer? The urge to curl in on yourself grows. Perhaps you are too much trouble after all, more than you’re worth, and Ari’s finally realized it. Your own father hadn’t seen you as anything more than a bargaining chip, and the realization that Ari might be the same makes the blood curdle into shards of sharp ice in your veins. Your stomach rolls as you re-read the message. Used. Is that what Ari thinks of you?

The phone vibrates again and you almost drop it, sniffling.

Unknown Number: I won’t wait long for an answer, you know, Levinson. And neither will Senator Ego.

“Are we going?” Liam’s irritated whine makes your head snap up, and you wipe furiously at your wet cheeks. You hope your smile is convincing as you nod at him, unable to speak. You don’t trust your voice not to tremble and crack, so you refrain from saying anything at all as you pack Liam’s bag with trembling hands. Ari wasn’t supposed to be like your father, he was supposed to be different, better.

Act like a whore, get treated like a whore, your father’s venomous words play on an endless loop in your skull, no matter how many times you try to stop it. It’s the same thing he’d said to you after you dragged yourself back to the trailer from the homecoming after-party you weren’t supposed to attend, your dress muddy from the dirt under the bleachers and Philip Baker’s spend drying on your thighs.

That’s what he’d called you in the driveway too—a whore. Is that what you are?

There’s bile, burning acid in your throat as you walk stiffly up the steps to Frank Adler’s house. House isn’t really the right word for it, somewhere between “home” and “mansion”. You pick nervously at your fingernails after ringing the bell, pulling at your nail-beds until you wince.

“Mr. Levinson, I’ve been expecting you,” Frank greets Liam as he opens the door. Liam giggles and hides behind your legs. “Mary says she’s ‘sourced the part’, and I hope it’s not something I need to be concerned about.” He raises an eyebrow. Liam shakes his head profusely.

“We’re building a secret clubhouse.” He whispers, and Frank nods knowingly. “Don’t tell Mary I told you.”

“I won’t. I promise I don’t go into my own backyard all that much.” He says resolutely, and motions for him to come inside. “How are you?” Frank shifts his gaze to you, and without Ari there to deflect, you’re uncomfortable with the attention. Maybe that’s why he wants to ditch you. Stupid. Naive—

“I’m fine.” The words come out stilted. “Just. Running an errand. For Ari.”

“Of course.” He looks down at Liam’s bag with a squint. “You packed heavy.”

You force a smile. “I like to be prepared.” Frank smiles back at you, and you swallow thickly.

“Of course.” He repeats it, and you look down at Liam.

“Have fun, bud.” He grins up at you in a way that makes your heart ache.

“Okay!”

Your hands are shaking as you get the keys back out of your pocket. Ari wants you to come to the office, but you have no intention of doing that. Hot tears gather in your eyes as you navigate out onto the street. You can’t stay parked at Frank’s, but you don’t want to go to Ari. It’s not even an option to go to your father—and you don’t know where he is, even if it was.

You drive aimlessly for half an hour before you decide on a direction, ignoring the incessant buzzing of both your phone and Ari’s in the glove compartment until you’re forced to shut them off. There’s a twinge of his concern in the bond, but you shut it down quickly, and immediately feel its absence.

The house you’re looking for is on the corner after the next left you take, and you pull haphazardly into the spot out front. You’re still crying, staccato breaths making your chest hurt as you lean your forehead against the steering wheel.

You don’t know why you remember this address, considering you’ve only been here one time. Sessions are normally at the old bank building, since converted into offices, but you’d been here once when the office flooded, and Dr. Nicholson was forced to accommodate you elsewhere. Even so, it stuck in the gray matter of your brain, and now here you were, months later.

Shifting nervously from foot to foot, you wrap your arms around your middle after knocking. You’re considering leaving, fleeing back to the car when the door opens.

“I-I’m sorry. I just, I didn’t know where to go.” Dr. Nicholson stares at you in open shock, before she pushes her square glasses up the bridge of her nose. “I’m—I know this was supposed to only be for emergencies, and I, I—” She places a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Please come in.”

—

Ari knows something is very wrong before Frank calls, but seeing his friend’s name appear on his personal phone drives home the worry.

“What’s wrong? Is it Liam?”

“No, no, he’s fine. He and Mary are building some kind of clubhouse outside, and as far as I know there’s no power tools involved. No, it’s your mate. She seemed… I dunno. Upset. Squirrelly.”

Ari’s fist clenches against the desk. “How long ago did you see her?”

“Ten. Fifteen minutes maybe.” He curses.

Ari reaches out through the bond, and he feels you shut him out quickly, tasting only an echo of your fear before the link is dead and cold.

“Thanks, Frank. I’ll check on her.” He’s up and out of his chair before he hangs up.

What spooked you? Obviously seeing him kill a man hadn’t done wonders for your relationship, but he had been making real progress. Martine is waiting outside the office doors, her fist poised to knock.

“Oh! Sir. I have—”

“Leave it on my desk, please,” Ari replies, cutting her off with a grim smile. “I have an urgent family matter to attend to.”

“I see. Yes, sir.”

Ari takes the stairs down to the parking lot, slamming the door too hard on his way into the stairwell. He’d told you about leaving without telling him, about going places alone, unprotected—no. It won’t do to get angry with you, that won’t help him find you. According to Frank, you’d dropped off Liam and left, hadn’t mentioned anything about where you were going or why.

He gets into the car, dialing your number while he slots the key into the ignition with his other hand. It goes straight to voicemail. You haven’t set it up yet, and the robotic default greets him stiltedly.

“The number you have dialed is not available. Please leave a message after the beep. Have a wonderful day.”

“Kitten it’s me, it’s Ari.” He lets out a heavy breath. “Sweetheart you’re scaring me. You didn’t come to the office, you’re shutting me out…” He trails off before carding his fingers through his hair. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong.” He hangs up, and is dialing again as he pulls out of his parking space. One hand grips the steering wheel hard enough to force the blood out of his knuckles, and the other holds the phone.

It doesn’t even ring this time before it goes straight to voicemail.

“The number you have dialed is not available—”

“Fuck!” He throws the phone into the passenger seat, hard. “Fuck.” He isn’t used to this, the frantic, nervous energy running through his veins, begging him to do something, anything—only he doesn’t know what to do. There are a thousand thousand scenarios, each running through Ari’s mind on their own terrible loop. Could Quill have had you picked up? Perhaps sent your father sniffing around again? He slams a fist against the dashboard. He’d felt your confusion, your upset and pain before you’d cut him out completely, and they stick in his throat, making it tight and uncomfortable.

He isn’t used to feeling this out of control, to not having the pieces adjusted on the board to his liking. Ari nervously fingers the silver chain peeking out from between the undone buttons at the collar of his shirt, poking the Star of David’s points into the fleshy pads of his fingers. Ari tries to calm down, breathing deeply as he pushes the unfamiliar feeling of panic down and away.

There’s still so much of your fear and uncertainty in the bond that it makes his chest ache. He sits there in the car, his eyes shut and hands on the steering wheel as Ari pokes at the bond again. The hard wall you’d drawn down between you was no longer quite as solid, the barest hint of your feelings trickling through the cracks. You’re safe—he exhales a sigh of relief. Not happy, but the turmoil you’d felt earlier had dissipated.

And then, suddenly, it’s like a lightbulb turning on in his head—Ari knows exactly where you are.

—

“You’re overwhelmed. And it makes sense, given everything you’ve told me.” Dr. Nicholson pats your knee with a reassuring smile. “I mean, last we spoke, you didn’t even have a boyfriend, and here you are with a mating mark, and a son, all at the same time. It can’t be easy.” You’d been on her couch for the last three hours, something of an extreme-emergency session to make up for the ones you’d missed in the weeks since your life had turned completely on its head. There had always been a reason to reschedule—Liam needed you, Ari needed you, something needed doing or finishing or starting, and you’d quickly become lost in the shuffle.

Your eyes are still red and puffy from the hysterical tears that had stopped an embarrassingly short time ago, around the first cup of tea Dr. Nicholson had brought for you—you were now well into your third. It’s embarassing, to be told what you’re feeling, but it’s so hard for you to pick through the maze of emotions you’d never really been allowed to acknowledge or share on your own. It makes sense now, to hear her say it. Overwhelmed. That’s exactly what you’d been feeling.

The knock at the door surprises both of you, and you jump, glancing nervously in the direction of the sound. Dr. Nicholson offers you a calm smile.

“I’ll get it. I’m sure it’s fine, you just stay here and relax.” You nod meekly, taking another sip of tea as you mull over your latest enlightenments.

“You’re a people pleaser. It’s okay, lots of us are. Because of the way you were required to manage your father’s emotions when you were only a child, and especially after your mother passed. You deserve to make choices for yourself. What do you want? What are your needs?”

You bite your lip, running your finger around the rim of the mug. You don’t know. Dimly, you’re aware of the sound of the front door opening, but that isn’t what jolts you to attention. It’s like electricity passes through the bond, forcing it all the way open as you gasp—

Ari is here. You know it as surely as you would know he was standing behind you. Goosebumps appear on your bare arms, and you rub them nervously as you listen to the sound of muffled voices with your heart in your throat. The sound of footsteps makes you jump up from your seat in the weathered old armchair. You’re not entirely sure what you want to do with your hands, so you tighten your grip on the handle of the mug until it hurts.

When Dr. Nicholson re-enters the room, her mouth is set into a grim line, tight at the corners.

“I… Well, I wanted to inform you that your mate is here,” she says, and you nod. She’s only confirming what you already know. “I know we talked about some very sensitive things, and I just wanted to make sure you know that you have agency, in your life and in your… relationship. You don’t have to do things just because someone else says you do.” She casts a rather reproachful look down the hallway.

“Thank you.” You scratch absently at the mark on your throat—it’s warm to the touch. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Ari is waiting for you on the porch, his arms folded over his broad chest as he leans against the bannister. His face is schooled into an expression of neutral calm, and if not for the tension coiling tight like a spring in the foundations of the bond, you might have believed it. Your gaze drops nervously down to your shoes as Ari stands up straight, his footfall heavy on the wooden slats as he approaches you.

“Kitten.” He slides a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up. Slowly, he turns your head from side to side, his fingers trailing over his mark as he checks you over. You swallow thickly. “Are you hurt?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“N-no.”

He watches you in silence for a moment, before he turns sharply on his heel.

“Let’s go.”

You try to make yourself as small as possible as you walk back to the car, your shoulders hunched and your head down. You don’t want to draw any attention to yourself, not now when you can almost feel his fury as if it was your own. He ignores the Jeep you haphazardly parked out front, and you’re too anxious to ask him if he wants you to drive it home. Instead, you slide silently into the passenger seat of his car. You watch him make his way around to the driver’s side door as you anxiously twist your fingers together, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You spend the majority of the ride in silence, sneaking furtive glances over at your quiet mate. When he pulls in to the driveway at the house, Ari cuts the engine, but doesn’t get out of the car.

“Why did you do that, Kitten?” He asks quietly, his hands still wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. When he does look at you, cold hard lead settles into the pit of your stomach.

“I thought…“ He trails off, scoffing, and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I thought something happened to you, that fucking Quill—!” He cards a hand through his hair and blows out a breath.

“I saw the texts.” You mumble quietly, staring at your knees as you clench your hands into angry, fearful fists of your own. “T-the offer you were considering.” The silence that reigns between you is so empty that you feel forced to fill it. “An Omega that’s been used.” You spit the words out angrily as you curl into yourself. “Is that what-what I am to you?”

“Oh, Kitten.” Ari scrubs a hand down his face. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“That seems to be a thing with you.” You clap a hand over your own mouth. Those were not the words you’d meant to say. Something soft and accommodating was supposed to come out, not…that.

“Watch it.” He snaps, narrowing his eyes at you. You’re afraid of incurring his anger, but there’s another emotion there too, one you don’t really let yourself feel as often as you should.

You’re angry.

“You watch it! You—you don’t tell me everything,” you argue. You can tell that Ari is as surprised by your persistence as you are. “Y-you keep secrets from me, and, and you expect me to just… do whatever you want be-because you say so, and—” You know you’re rambling, and Ari holds up a hand to silence you.

“Kitten if you think after everything I’ve done to keep you that I’m letting go now, I… I must not have shown you who I am as well as I thought I did.” Ari braces his arms against the steering wheel, and blows out a frustrated breath. “It’s true, I don’t tell you everything,” he admits. “You’re… you scare easy, Sweetheart. Look at today.”

Your cheeks grow hot. “If I had known what was going on, I wouldn’t have

left,” you say indignantly, and Ari scoffs.

“You can’t do that to me.” He levels you with a hard look. “You know you could have come to me, asked questions, instead of assuming.” You don’t have a response for that. “Kitten I was fucking terrified. I couldn’t find you, couldn’t feel you. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.” He shakes his head, and you swallow against the thick lump in your throat. You hadn’t thought, really, about what it might feel like for him to be shut out of the bond, left in the dark without a word. The bright flame of righteous anger burning in your chest dims.

“Quill could have picked you up, anything could have happened to you,” he chastises you. “I can’t protect you when you run from me, Kitten.” He slips a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “How can I keep you safe if you don’t trust me?” The space behind your eyes burns with hot, unshed tears.

“Yes, one of Ego’s men contacted me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But I needed to make sure I knew who our allies were before I responded, Kitten.”

You do trust Ari—or at least, you thought you did. You’d been scared, only thinking of your own self-preservation.

“I do trust you,” you say in a small voice. “I just…” you trail off, struggling to put words to the emotions swimming around in your skull. “My whole life, my parents told me I had one thing to offer. Just one. And when I saw those messages, Ari, they scared me, okay?” You admit, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. “They scared me because I thought he was right. That… that I gave you what you wanted, and you’d be done with me, now.”

“Kitten.” Ari ducks his head until he finds your gaze, and holds it. “I put a man in the dirt for you. Do you really think I’d trade you after that?” Hot guilt warms your face. “If there was even chance that I thought this,” Ari gestures between the two of you, “wasn’t going to work, I would never have marked you.”

Ari is a man of his word, you know that. Every promise he’s made you, he’s kept—it’s more than anyone else has ever given you. You… you care about Ari, enough to not want to hurt him. Enough to try and keep the promise you had made him, that you would let him show you how good life with him could be.

“I’m sorry.” You mean it.

“I know, Kitten.” Somehow, his disappointment is worse than his anger. Ari unbuckles his seatbelt, and tugs the keys out of the ignition. The two of you exit the car, and head into the quiet house. You’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, and you flutter just at the edges of the room, watching Ari move through it. The tension he feels is written in his neck and shoulders. He reaches up to rub stiffly at them with one hand while he opens the fridge with the other. You watch as he twists the cap off of a beer bottle.

“Liam’s going to stay at Frank’s tonight,” he says over his shoulder. “We’ll go get him tomorrow.” There’s only a counter between you, but it feels like a continent. He’s right here, and he hasn’t blocked you from the bond, but it feels like you’re alone. You approach him tentatively, and though he doesn’t stop you, he makes no move to welcome you, either.

“Ari?” He takes another sip from his beer. You place your hand softly on top of his on the counter, and he doesn’t pull away. “I—I should have trusted you, and I didn’t. I’m sorry.” You’re tempted to touch the mark on your throat but you don’t. His gaze softens just a little, and he takes another swallow.

“You mean that?”

You nod. “Yes.” Ari drains the bottle, and sets it on the counter with a sharp click. “I-I really am sorry—” Ari hushes you, holding up a hand. Your breath and the words you were going to say both catch in your throat. Ari grasps your chin, and for a moment he just looks at you. You feel judged, and you can only hope you don’t come up wanting.

“Get upstairs.” He says sharply after a moment of holding your gaze. His thumb passes over your parted lips. “You’re going to show me just how sorry you are, Omega.”

You gape at him for a moment, almost asking if he’s serious, but the hard set of your mate’s jaw tells you that question would not be well received. You scramble up the stairs, but Ari isn’t behind you. You pause at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to come around the curve, but you don’t see him. The setting sun has painted the room in molten orange. You perch yourself at the edge of the bed in a pool of it, fiddling with the delicate pendant at your throat.

When he does walk through the door, he barely spares you a look. He undoes his tie with sure fingers, and begins on the buttons of his shirt. You lick your lips nervously.

“Ari?” The look he fixes you with is icy enough to make you regret saying anything.

“I don’t remember telling you to speak.” There’s a cruel, almost mocking edge to his words that makes you shiver. Your mouth snaps shut audibly, and his lips curl into a cold smile. “Good girl.” He takes a painfully long time with the buttons, slowly undoing each one.

“Kitten you made me very angry today,” Ari says as he folds the shirt over his thick forearm. “Do you know why?” Your tongue feels like sandpaper against the roof of your mouth as you swallow dryly.

“I… I shut you out,” you say tentatively, and Ari inclines his head, like he’s imploring you to continue. “And I broke my promise.”

“That’s a start.” He lays the shirt neatly across the dresser. “What else?”

“I left without telling you?”

“Kitten you put yourself in danger.” Ari folds his arms across his chest and frowns at you. “Come.” It isn’t an Alpha command, but it doesn’t matter. Your body lurches into motion anyway. You stand in front of him nervously, and Ari fingers the hem of your shirt as his nose wrinkles.

“Take this off. All of it.” He watches you with dark, unreadable eyes. You’ve never seen Ari this angry with you before—naively, you had thought perhaps that he would never be. You’re still nervous to stand there in front of him, and you’re tempted again to speak, but you resist the urge.

It’s a strange and thrilling intersection, your fear of your mate’s reprisal and your body’s response to his need to exert dominance. You cock your head to the side, submissively exposing the side of your throat. Ari makes a low, appreciative noise, trailing his fingers across the healed mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You still aren’t used to the wanton heat that is steadily growing at the apex of your thighs at the intensity of Ari’s scent, aren’t used to the wild, rampant need he inspires in you.

You know he can scent it, the way his nostrils twitch and his pupils dilate. There is almost as much being said without words as with them, you realize as you watch him. He’s not going to give you orders or instructions—he wants you to prove how sorry you are, to reaffirm that you’re his, that you want to be. He’s still angry, you can see it in the stiffness of his jaw, the square set of his shoulders. He’s waiting—waiting to see what you’ll do.

Ari doesn’t stop you when you reach for the button on his pants. You peek up at him through your lashes, waiting for reprisal that doesn’t come. The plush bedroom carpeting is soft under your knees when you drop to them, your mate silently watching as you pull his pants down his toned thighs. His cock is already half hard, the thick outline of it through his briefs makes your tongue dart out to wet your dry lips.

You trace the shape of him with your finger, and he throbs under your touch. As you slide the elastic band down, his cock bounces out, shiny precum beading at the tip. A soft, surprised breath escapes from between your lips, and your cheeks heat up with embarrassment when Ari laughs. He’s velvet smooth, veins throbbing hotly underneath the skin as you palm the heavy weight of his cock in your hands.

He hums with approval when you stroke him, straining to touch your thumb and forefinger around his girth. You lean forward, wetting your lips with your tongue before lapping tentatively at his head. Salty and musky but not unpleasant.

Ari is watching you, you don’t need to look to confirm it. You can feel his eyes on you as you lean forward to close your lips completely around the head of his cock. His hips buck softly, forcing him deeper into your mouth. Emboldened, you cup the heavy weight of his sac in one hand, kneading it gently between your fingers. He hisses, pulling away, and the head of his cock slips from between your lips with a soft pop. You sit primly on your knees, watching as your mate palms his cock with a groan.

“Open your mouth, Omega. Tongue out.” You do as he says, opening your mouth wide as your tongue lolls out over your bottom lip. Ari taps his cock against the flat of your tongue, thrusting into your open mouth. He makes a lusty, appreciative noise deep in his throat and strokes your jaw with the back of his hand.

“I wish you could see yourself, Kitten.” He says, pushing in until the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat. You gag around him a little and he curses under his breath, holding himself there for a second longer before pulling out. Your cunt clenches helplessly around nothing and tears gather in the corners of your eyes as Ari repeats the motion, sliding his cock back and forth over your tongue and down your throat.

There’s a growing buzz at the back of your skull, a pleasant hazy feeling that makes your eyelids droop as you nurse at Ari’s dick, tongue moving against his shaft. You tug softly at his balls, and Ari’s hips stutter, a low moan leaving his lips.

“Good, Kitten,” he praises you. The needy, feral thing in your hindbrain purrs excitedly. Alpha is pleased. “Need you just like this.” He thrusts all the way in until your nose bumps the trimmed hair at the base of his thick cock. Ari’s cock is halfway down your throat, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you stare up at him with glassy, wet eyes. You struggle to breathe around him, short, shuddering breaths making your vision swim. Ari pulls out, stroking himself with an appreciative groan as he stares at your cock-drunk face.

“Bed.” You rush to obey, clamoring onto the mattress. “Present, for me, Kitten.” It sends a thrill through you, not to be able to see him as you press your forehead to the duvet, though you can feel him behind you. You shudder as he runs a finger down your soaked, messy slit, and he clucks his tongue at you. “Dripping,” he says, laughing. Embarrassment makes your face hot even as your cunt sucks at the tip of his index finger. “Enjoy sucking Alpha’s cock, Sweetheart?” When you don’t answer right away, he delivers a stinging slap that you hear before you feel, the cheek of your ass smarting.

“Y-yes!” He soothes the sting with a gentle pass of his hand before he delivers another one. You squirm, yelping as you press your face into the mattress.

“Do you know why this is happening, Omega?” He asks, the palm of his hand cracking across your ass again as you let out a miserable moan. Ari’s fingers slip between the cheeks of your ass, playing at your entrance as you try to cobble together an answer.

“I-I d-didn’t trust A-alpha,” you whimper. You’re wetter than ever, his fingers making lewd squelching sounds as they slide through your folds. Ari pulls back only to strike you again with another sharp slap.

“And?”

“A-and I—ah!” Ari’s palm connects again, and this time a sob leaks from between your trembling lips. The contrast between the thick fingers playing at your entrance and the stinging numbness is dizzying, and Ari doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, refusing to let up as he lays into you, hard.

“You made me worry about you,” he says, his voice low, angry. Another spank. “You shut me out.” Another, and another until you’re gasping for air, tears soaking into the sheets below you.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Alpha!” You cry, voice muffled as you wait for another round of harsh spanks that don’t come. Instead, you feel Ari’s arms encircle your waist, and you hiccough as he draws you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face into the hollow of his neck, sniffling.

“This doesn’t happen again, Omega,” he says sternly, even as he presses his face into your hair. “Understand?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you say meekly, lifting a trembling hand to wipe at your puffy cheeks. A low, pleased rumble emanates from his chest.

“Good.” Ari nudges your thighs apart with his hand, cupping your swollen, messy cunt against his palm. You mewl against his throat as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat, testing your readiness. You clench around them eagerly, and he chuckles. “My needy Omega,” he says. “You want me to split you open on my knot, don’t you Kitten?” You nod eagerly, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice. “Beg.”

You run your tongue across your dry lips. “Please, Alpha.”

“I can’t hear you.” You lean away from his neck, your face warm.

“Please—”

“Look at me.” Slowly, you drag your eyes up to his.

“Please, Alpha.” Ari says nothing, but you feel his grip tighten on your hips. It’s the only warning you get before he slams you down onto his cock. The words in your throat die in a ragged moan as his cock forces them out of you. The slight sting of his entry is more than made up for by the delicious fullness that makes you groan as he presses in as far as he possibly can, his teeth bared. Your thighs tighten around his hips, fingers digging into his shoulders as he ruts up into you.

“Kitten this fucking pussy,” he growls, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs your head to the side. “Can’t get enough.” You can already feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, and the stretch of it makes your eyes roll. Warm, heady pleasure erodes most of your conscious thoughts, and Ari is driving it, pushing you further and further, as far as he can.

Your legs tremble and seize about his hips as you cum, sticky pleasure rolling down your nerve endings like honey as you float. Ari fucks you straight through, holding you tight enough to bruise as he buries himself inside you as far as he possibly can. His thick cock feels even thicker for the knot locking the two of you in place, and you shudder as his teeth slide into the mark at your neck.

He pants wetly against your throat, holding you still as the air cools between you. Ari traces patterns on your hip with his fingers, and you press a soft kiss to his collarbone. After a minute or two, he pulls back, his mouth leaving your throat.

“I really am sorry.” You say in a small voice, and he sighs, his arms tightening around you briefly before relaxing.

“I know, Kitten.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t have kept things from you.” You try hard not to look surprised. It isn’t often that your mate admits wrongdoing, and you know it isn’t easy for him to eat crow. “I’m going to try and be better about that.”

“I promise not to shut you out again.” You rest your head against his chest. “And you promise to be honest with me.”

“I promise.”

“Good.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Nobody Does It Like My Daddy

Relationship: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (bear and cubby) Ransom Drysdale x female!reader (ninja and puppy) implications of the quadrouple (NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: Father’s Day with the Jensen-Levinsons.

Warnings: explicit language, brief explicit sexual content (salad tossing, mention of blowjobs, m/m sex), a ridiculous amount of fluff, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE QUADROUPLE!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Happiest of Father’s Day to you my lovely readers from perhaps my favorite DILFs.

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Jake grumbled when he felt Ari kiss his neck, screwing his eyes closed against the morning sun that was filling their bedroom.

“Too early.” He huffed when his husband chuckled into his shoulder, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow to try to force himself back to sleep. “It’s Sunday, the triplets took forever to go down last night, let me sleep.”

“I just can’t, cub.” Ari purred and crawled so his body was stretched over Jake’s, kissing his shoulders and starting to move down his spine while he kept making pleasant noises. “Besides, it’s not just Sunday, it’s Father’s Day. And I’ve gotta show some appreciation for my favorite father.”

“Fine.” Jake let his eyes droop when Ari nuzzled into the small of his back, snorting when he kissed that damn tattoo like he always did before he nipped at his ass and slid under the covers. “But I’m gonna sleep while you eat me out.”

“Grumpy boy.” Ari started rubbing Jake’s ass cheeks before spreading them apart, kissing his little pink hole gently a few times until he heard Jake whine. “Just as long as Daddy gets a good blowjob from you once you’re awake. I’m sure we have plenty of time before the kids…”

“No!” As soon as Ari said something one of the babies stirred on the monitor and the sound of running feet filled the house, making Jake snarl at his husband even as he started licking his asshole. “You just had to say it.”

Ari didn’t have a chance to respond before their door was flung open by Isaac and Eli who were shouting “happy Father’s Day” at the top of their lungs. Jake tried to turn over but couldn’t with his bear holding down the lower half of his body, and said bear had to flatten himself out as much as possible so their children couldn’t see where he was and what he was doing.

“Where’s Pop?” Jake was bright red when Eli asked him that, fighting the urge to punch the lump in the sheets when he felt Ari chuckling against his hip. “We’re making you breakfast!”

Jake’s concern about his wild sons operating cooking appliances disappeared when Ransom walked into the room, though he did get even more red when the man smirked as he took in the extra lumpy blankets.

“You little dudes go wash your hands, c’mon. Give your dad a chance to wake up.” Ransom leaned against the door frame and grinned wickedly after the twins ran out of the room. “Morning Jake. Morning Ari.”

“Morning pretty boy.” Ari beamed at the man after flinging the blankets off his head, ignoring his husband’s scolding glare as he kept kissing his perky ass. “Where’s gorgeous?”

“Feeding the dumplings.” Ransom nodded to the monitor so they could see you sitting in the nursery and holding one of the babies close to your breast. “How long do you two need to finish up here?”

“Fifteen minutes?” Ari hushed Jake and smacked his ass when he tried to turn over again. “I guess I can wait to get my dick sucked until tonight.”

“Aww, the sacrifices you make for your kids.” Ransom sniffed the air and swore under his breath before turning and running down the hall. “Rach! That had better be toast I smell burning! I said no using the stove without me!”

“Oh god… Jesus!” Jake’s concern about what their children were getting up to disappeared when Ari buried his face between his cheeks again, arching his back and moaning while his tongue swirled around his tight pink hole. “Ugh, that feels so good.”

“I know, baby.” Ari purred as he gave one of Jake’s cheeks a gentle bite. “Now hush and let me enjoy my fifteen minute meal.”

Jake’s legs were a little wobbly by the time they made it downstairs twenty minutes later, a huge grin on his face when he saw the smorgasbord the kids had laid out for them.

“Wow, pancakes and waffles and French toast, you guys went all out.” Jake sighed when Ari kissed his temple when they walked into the dining room, his heart melting at the kids all covered in flour as they ran to hug their dads. “You guys are the best kids ever, I’ve gotta kiss all of you.”

“Oh no, dad!” The twins tried to wriggle away when Jake kissed the tops of their heads, escaping when he embraced Rachel only to be scooped up by Ari in a bear hug. “Pop!”

“It’s Father’s Day, you have to accept all of our affection, it’s the rule!” Ari laughed when they kept squirming until he let go of them, giving Rachel her own hug and smiling at Ransom when he came in holding Micah on his hip. “Hey bubba! Can you say ‘happy Father’s Day’?”

“Happy day!” Micah squealed when Ari scooped him out of Ransom’s arms and kissed his chubby cheeks, grabbing onto his beard and pulling playfully. “Happy day, papa!”

“Aw, what about me?” Jake beamed when Micah screamed for him to have a happy day as well, kissing his forehead while Ari strapped him into the high chair while he sat next to Rachel and helped her pile some pancakes onto her plate as Ransom tried to wrangle the twins. “Thank you for this, Ran. Did you guys thank your uncle?”

All of the kids said thank you as loud as they could before starting to stuff their faces, shouting again with their mouths full to say hello to you when you walked into the room somehow holding all three babies at once until Ari stood up to help you.

“Happy Father’s Day, boys!” You handed Caleb to Ari and Shiloh to Jake before sitting down with Naomi in your lap, shaking your head when your husband just let the twins climb all over him. “All three dumplings are fed and very happy. I think we have some presents for you to open.”

“Presents?” Jake laughed when the three older kids all ran to go get the gifts with a chorus of happy yells, the dogs running after them when they charged back into the room with their gifts. “Look at these, did you guys wrap them yourselves?”

Their affirmative answers were obvious from the haphazard folds in the wrapping paper and excessive tape, but they were the most beautiful presents either of them had ever seen. They got homemade cookies with paw prints in them from ‘the pets’ and gave exuberant thanks for them after you whispered that they were sanitary and safe for consumption in Ari’s ear. Ari cooed over the beard grooming kit and hiking guides, and Jake had to kiss the kids all over again when he got his book of dad jokes and a t-shirt that said ‘Dad Jokes, That’s How Eye-Roll’. And they both started crying when the giant photo board was revealed, much to the kids’ embarrassment.

“Okay, let’s all go clean up the dishes so we can go on a hike!” Ransom kissed the top of your head as he stood up, sighing when he got a look at the twins sprinting towards the kitchen with handfuls of silverware. “Little dudes, no running with the cutlery, c’mon!”

“Did you guys like your presents?” You bounced Naomi on your lap while she babbled happily, smiling at Jake and Ari when they nodded and reaching out to let Micah hold on to your finger when he pouted at you. “Well, you deserve them. You are the best dads.”

“We couldn’t do a lot of it without you and Ran, honey.” Ari cradled Caleb against his chest while he snored softly, leaning forward and kissing your cheek while watching Jake kiss Shiloh out of the corner of his eye. “Especially with these three. Do you need to pump at all?”

“No, I did last night and they emptied me out when I got here.” Naomi squealed and flailed her arms and you couldn’t help but smile. “Speaking of me and Ran, I have something to tell you that I need you to keep secret.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake grinned when Shiloh tried to snatch his glasses off before blowing a raspberry against her stomach while she kicked her chubby little legs. “Is this a good secret or a bad secret?”

“It’s a very good secret.” You lowered your voice when you heard Ransom bellow from the kitchen as one of the kids sprayed him with water. “We made the mutual decision that I wasn’t going to go back on my birth control but we didn’t really think about the fact that I’m not exclusively breastfeeding and well… I was late. And I took a test and…”

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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protection (2) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf! ari x reader

warnings: swearing, use of guns, shooting

wc: 3.1k

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Ari stays in the building for the entirety of your dance class. He stands watch in the window for approximately four minutes, promptly disappearing from view the second you start stretching. You keep a wide smile on your face throughout practice; the idea of the big, bad, powerful Ari Levinson bored to tears while he waits in the front of the building for you is just pure joy.

At two-twenty nine, Ari appears in the window once more. His eyes connect with yours immediately, and he takes exactly one second to rake over your sweat-laced and thoroughly worked body before he looks to the floor.

Once you’re dismissed, you take your time crossing the room and grabbing your bag. A few dancers leave while Alex catches up with you, discussing routines and stretches while you both pack your things. Assuming the sound of the door creaking is just other dancers leaving, a part of you is surprised when you hear that deep, loud clearing of the throat behind you.

Slowly, you turn, finding the same blue-eyed, bearded man you’d been lusting after for days. He’s glaring, eyes flickering between you and Alex.

“Two-thirty one,” Ari says slowly, glancing down at his watch as if to prove himself correct, “Car. Now.”

You roll your eyes, “Could I just have one—”

“No.”

Huffing, you zip up your bag and tell Alex you’ll catch up with him on Friday, then turn toward Ari. He levels Alex with one last glare before he follows closely behind you, letting you lead the way out of the studio.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” you mumble, “What’s the harm in having a normal conversation once in a while?”

“Pointless,” he replies easily, opening the front door for you and gesturing you forward before he exits behind you.

The action, while simple and done for you by all of your father’s men, makes your heart skip a beat.

“Right,” you say, trying to calm your racing heart, “You only talk about money and killing people.”

He chuckles, and you realize it’s the first time you’ve heard that sound. Although he’s not being genuine, it still registers with you.

“Exactly. Now, keep your head down, or else.”

You swallow and do as instructed, which you’re sure surprises Ari as much as it surprises you. He keeps one hand on his gun, and his other ghosts over your back, still refusing to touch you. When you reach the car, still parked in the same place, he opens the passenger door for you, gets you in, then hurries around to the driver’s side.

“Do you really think someone is after you?” you question, your tone incredulous.

He side eyes you, “Can’t be too careful.”

“Wouldn’t want anyone messing up even one hair on your head, huh?”

With a shake of his head, Ari starts the car and flips on the radio, which covers up the next few words out of his mouth.

“It’s not my hair that I’m worried about,” he says, and when you look over at him, he puts his sunglasses on and stares ahead, “Seat belt.”

You obey; sliding the seat belt across your body and clicking it into place. Your stomach growls as Ari pulls out into traffic, and you regret not eating much of the breakfast Javier made for you.

“Can we stop somewhere to get food?” you ask.

Ari scoffs, “What, didn’t enjoy your boyfriend’s feast?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“He damn sure acts like it,” Ari grunts, “You can eat at the house.”

You roll your eyes, tossing your head back against the seat like a child. He doesn’t react — not even when you turn your head and stare at his side profile. He just keeps driving, eyes covered by sunglasses and grip tight on the steering wheel.

“Please,” you say quietly, innocently, watching his jaw immediately lock up.

Bingo.

He doesn’t reply, but he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. You bite down on your bottom lip to hide a victorious smile, then lean in closer.

“Please, Ari, I’m so hungry.”

You watch his head turn, his eyes connecting with yours. Even through the lenses of his sunglasses, you can feel his glare.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, “Where?”

You guide Ari to one of your favorite food trucks in the city, where he circles around until he can find a spot close enough to it that he feels comfortable with. He looks around before he gets out of the car, and with a hand over his gun, he crosses over and gets you out, slamming the car door behind you.

“Make it quick,” he mutters, pulling a fifty from his pocket and shoving it into your hand.

“Fifty?” you question, raising a brow.

He looks away from the street and down at you, widening his eyes as he shrugs, “What? Is that not enough?”

“No, I—” you stop yourself and regroup, remembering what you’re trying to do with Ari, “Do you want something, too, Mr. Levinson?”

You step closer as you ask; purposely batting your lashes at him and watching as his throat catches. Then, in one second, Ari shakes his head and nods in the direction of the food truck.

“Stop fucking playing,” he tells you, “Go.”

Rolling your eyes, you move forward to place your order. Ari remains only two steps behind you; scanning the street like his life depends on it. Maybe it does, you think.

You order your food at a leisurely pace, knowing it’s making Ari sweat. He seems fixated on something, you realize, when you move away to wait on your order. Taking the two steps over, you cross your arms in front of your chest and look in the direction Ari’s glancing in.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“Don’t look,” he mumbles, “That black SUV was back at the studio. Keep your head down.”

Hand on his gun, Ari nonchalantly steps in front of you. Keeping your eyes on Ari, you take a step closer, then another, until your chest is practically touching his arm. Expecting him to remain still and not react at all, you’re pleasantly surprised when he turns his palm, pressing his warm skin to your tee shirt covered stomach.

“Ari, what should we do?” you whisper to him.

“We aren’t doing anything,” he fires back, “I will handle it. Your only job right now is to act natural and stay calm.”

“Do you want to leave?”

Ari clearly debates his answer, and just as he starts to shake his head and urge you to go wait for your food, the back door to the black SUV opens, and a tall, slick man in a gray suit steps out of it.

“Fuck,” Ari whispers to himself, then grabs ahold of your arm, “Get in the car. Now.”

He starts to drag you away from the food truck and toward the car, ignoring your protests.

“Ari, what’s happening?” you question.

“Eyes down,” he barks, long legs moving too quickly for your liking.

“Wait, just—”

“No,” he growls, “You do as I say, when I say it. Get in the fucking car.”

He opens the passenger door for you and shoves you inside, not willing to meet your eyes as he slams the door shut behind you. Huffing, you collapse back against the leather and cross your arms like a petulant child, watching as he crosses the front of the car.

You expect him to get in. You expect him to peel out of here, forgetting your empty stomach and all of the cash you still have in the palm of your hand. Instead, he walks across the street and right up to the man in the suit, who is staring directly at the car Ari had just shoved you into.

You watch, squirming in your seat as Ari stands straight, fearless, and reaches up, grasping the man’s jaw and directing his gaze to Ari instead of you. The sight makes something inside of you feel warm and fuzzy. Protected.

They exchange words, and Ari’s hand never leaves his gun. It’s tucked into the waistband of his jeans, pressed tightly against his back. You can feel yourself being driven to insanity at the image of Ari, looking strong and powerful, protecting you in the middle of the street. It resonates with you that your goal had been to make him crazy — which is the exact moment the plan comes to form in your mind.

Whatever the situation had been, Ari seems to de-escalate it. Your eyes go wide when both men start to step back, and the potential loss of the sight of your protector has you reeling. Without taking the time to think it through, you pull open the passenger door and step out of the car, making direct eye contact with the man in the suit. He starts to grin, and when Ari turns around, his eyes darken at the sight of you out of the car.

Right there. That’s all you wanted.

Feigning innocence, you start to walk over to them, ignoring how Ari spins and holds his hand out to you to try and stop you.

“May I go get my food, Mr. Levinson?” you ask, jutting your bottom lip out.

“Y/N,” Ari breathes, his entire body tense, “Get back in the car.”

“But—”

“Ah, she’s a pretty little thing, Ari.”

Ari’s jaw clenches as the words wash over both of you. Not missing a beat, you smile, leaning to the right of Ari to get a look at the man.

“Thank you,” you reply sweetly.

Ari grabs your forearm, pulling you back into his line of vision.

“Don’t speak to him,” he growls, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

You shrug, “Javi never makes me wait in the car.”

Ari laughs dryly, then pulls his gun from his waistband. He holds it at his side, grip on you still tight, to the point where you’re sure you’ll see bruises. Without breaking eye contact with you, Ari speaks.

“Are we gonna have a problem here, Cristian?”

The man behind Ari chuckles, “Of course we are.”

Ari’s eyes shut for one second as he processes the response, then opens them again and levels you with a glare. You swallow, not liking the look in his eye, but before you can even try to apologize, he spins and takes a shot, then tugs you away.

You don’t have time to process any of it — too busy being surrounded by Ari’s body and focusing on keeping up with his movements. You hear a few more shots, not able to determine if they’re to Ari or from him — and keep your head tucked tightly into his chest.

When he makes it to the car, he approaches the driver's side and pulls it out to cover you both, then tosses you into the passenger seat. Just as you get your bearings, Ari steps down on the gas and doesn’t stop; letting the car get as far between you and the shooters as possible.

For a long moment, the car is silent. It’s the type of silence you fear; the silence before the yelling. The screaming. The violence. You know Ari’s going to rip into you, and for that, you shrink down in your seat and watch him out of the corner of your eye. If the blow is coming, you want to see it, first.

His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. You can smell him on your body. His gun rests in his lap, and he makes no effort to move it. You look down and find the change from the money he gave you scattered across the floor, but you don’t dare move to pick it up.

The blow doesn’t come. The yelling doesn’t come. Quickly, you figure out that the silence is worse. You’d rather Ari scream at you. You’d rather know that you pissed him off than have to sit in silence with no idea what happens next.

So, you do what you always do. You speak.

“Ari—”

“Not one fucking word,” he demands, his voice dangerously low, “For once in your life, you’re going to listen.”

You nod and shrink even lower, which surprises both of you. The authority of his voice brings out something in you — the same thing that had come out when you saw Ari protecting you against that man and whatever he wanted.

You’re not sure what to expect when Ari starts speaking again, so you keep your head down and stare at your hands in your lap.

“I’m not sure what the fuck possessed you to get out of the car,” he starts, “That bratty fucking behavior may work with your father, or Javier, or whoever the fuck, but it doesn’t work with me. Do you understand that? Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”

His voice raises as he speaks, and when he pulls his hand back and hits the steering wheel, you flinch right where you sit. You’re suddenly scared of him in a way you never have been before, and when he looks over at you, you close your eyes.

“Damn it, Y/N, answer me!” he yells.

“Yes!” you scream, pushing as far away from him as you can get, “Yes, I understand, Ari.”

He doesn’t bother replying to that, and you both let the silence fall once again. You can feel the tears stinging your eyes — a far cry from the emotionless girl you’ve always posed to him. You turn your head to the window and demand the water away; insistent on not crying in front of him. He takes in a breath, then lets it out, then speaks once more.

“I swear to God, you pull a stunt like that again and I’ll bend you over my goddamn knee.”

You don’t respond. You don’t move. You just remain rooted in your seat, pushed up against the passenger door, and watching as the city passes you by.

Not one more word is uttered until you get back to the house. Ari pulls the car into the garage and shuts off the engine, but doesn’t get out right away. Afraid to even move, you wait for him to excuse you from the car.

“Get out,” he mutters.

Without a word, you grab your dance bag, leaving his cash on the floor of the passenger seat. You’re shaking with embarrassment, anger, and fear, but none of that stops you from slamming the passenger door as you exit.

Before you make it three steps toward the house, Ari’s door opens and he scoffs before he gets out, slamming his door even louder than you. The noise makes you flinch.

“You’re really going to act like a fucking brat when you almost got both of us killed?” he yells across the garage.

“Sorry,” you mumble, clearly not meaning it.

He laughs again, but it’s cruel and unforgiving. You take another step forward, but jump in shock when Ari’s suddenly behind you, grabbing your arm. He pulls you into the house, grip tightening every time you try to pull away. You both find Javier and your father in the sitting room just off the foyer, and they both stand abruptly, reaching for their guns when they see the way Ari is gripping you.

He grabs his own weapon and then releases you, shoving you toward the stairs.

“You, upstairs,” he barks at you, then turns to Javier, “You, in the office. Now.”

Javier’s gaze moves from Ari to you, and when Ari raises his gun to Javier’s head, you jump into action. Your father is quicker than you; diving in between you and Ari and holding you back.

“What the fuck is going on here?” your dad yells out.

“Ari, don’t—” you start, but Ari stops you.

“You’re in no place to be giving me demands,” he says, keeping his gun where it is and turning back to Javier, “Now, let’s have a talk.”

Javier swallows, his grip on his own gun tightening. It’s at his hip, aimed to the floor, but you know he’ll pull it out if he has to.

“About what, Mr. Levinson?” he asks.

Ari clenches his jaw, not speaking right away. Your father runs a hand through your hair, trying to calm you down before he turns to the men.

“Ari, what’s going on? What happened? Why is she so worked up?”

Ari ignores your father, seemingly completely focused on Javier.

“Let me paint you a picture,” Ari starts, “Let’s say you’re out with her, and you sense danger. What’s the very first thing you do?”

Javier looks over at you, as if you’d be able to provide some sort of explanation for what he’s supposed to say.

Ari growls, “Don’t look at her, look right here. What’s the first thing you do, huh?”

“Get Y/N to safety,” Javier says immediately, “Why are you asking me this?”

“How? What do you do with her to get her safe?”

“Mr. Levinson—” Javier starts, but Ari’s in too deep. He steps forward and presses his gun to Javier’s temple, ignoring the way you fight against your father to stop him.

“Answer me,” Ari rumbles.

“I put her in the fucking car,” Javier yells, “The bulletproof car. That’s what I do.”

“Ari,” your father says gently, “Let’s take a breather. Tell me what happened.”

Again, Ari ignores him and steps closer to Javier, but lowers his gun. Your father’s grip tightens around you, but you don’t feel it.

“If I ever find out that you jeopardize her safety just because she bats those fucking lashes at you, I swear to God, there won’t be anywhere you can hide from me. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Javier nods.

“Good,” Ari replies, then turns back to your father, “Now, we should prepare for tonight. I think Cristian might be a little upset.”

Your heart sinks when your eyes connect with Ari again; trying to process everything he’s said since the two of you arrived home. The protector in him is making you look at him lovingly, but the asshole in him is making you afraid.

“My love,” your father draws you in, “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a bath, hmm?”

You stare at your father for a moment, then nod, “Okay.”

“Good,” he smiles, “You’re safe. Don’t worry about a thing. Go on.”

Your eyes travel from Ari, to Javi, then to your father once more. All three men watch as you turn and travel up the stairs, none of them uttering one syllable until they hear your bedroom door close.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

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Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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protection (11) — ari levinson

pairing: dbf!ari x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of guns/gunfire, sexual innuendoes, kissing, allusions to sex, daddy kink

wc: 4.4k

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The next morning, you wake with a different kind of ache between your legs.

Ari’s arms are both wrapped tightly around you, keeping you pressed to his chest as he snores above you. You smile to yourself and cuddle in, residing to stay close until he wakes up. It could be minutes or hours, but no part of you cares. Not when you’re with him.

Ari more than made up for yesterday when he got between your legs last night, and even though you’re past it, you still plan to give his credit card a workout today just because you can and should.

You turn around in his arms, desperate to see his face, and he stirs. His snoring stops and his nose scrunches. You’re desperate to take a picture of that expression, because he just looks too cute, when his grip tightens around you.

“Go back to sleep,” he grunts in a deep, raspy voice.

“Can’t,” you reply.

With his eyes still closed, Ari hikes up a brow, “What?”

“Just want to look at you, daddy,” you whisper, “So handsome.”

A teasing smirk suddenly appears on his lips, and even though he does his best to push it down, you see it, and you love it. You bring your hand up and trace the creases in his cheeks from his smile, which only deepens it.

“What time is it?”

You peek up just enough around him to see the alarm clock on his nightstand.

“Nine thirty.”

Ari takes a deep breath, then quickly and loudly exhales. He presses you close and then nudges your forehead with his nose, all without opening his eyes.

“Fuck, I have to get up. Nick’s gonna be here in—” Ari’s phone starts to ring right then, and he sighs, “Now.”

You frown, but opt not to argue, “Okay.”

Ari finally pulls his eyes open, and you’re met with that sea of blue you love so much. He smiles as he combs over your features, suddenly in no rush to get up.

“You could come down to my meeting with me,” he grins mischievously and allows his hands to travel down your back and to your ass, “Keep my cock warm while Nick and I discuss—”

“All the ways you want to harm my father?” you snort, “No, thanks.”

Ari’s face contorts, and for a moment, you watch as he fumbles over his words. He has no idea what to say back to that, you’re sure, because he can’t lie to you, but he’s unwilling to tell the truth.

“Alright,” he says hesitantly, “So, what are you going to do today?” You shrug, “Nice day for a pool day.”

He groans again, but this time, it’s for a different reason entirely.

“Fuck,” he swears, “I’ll have to come out and see which bikini you choose.”

You grin, “I’ll even let you take it off of me, if you’re nice.”

He shakes his head, then all at once, grabs your hips and hoists you up. You wind up straddling him, squealing as he pinches your sides and lets out laughs.

“Tease,” he grumbles playfully, pinching your hip again.

“Levinson?”

You freeze and instinctually sink back into Ari’s chest at the sound of Nick at the door. He knocks twice after he speaks, eliciting a low growl from Ari’s throat.

“Fuck off, Fowler, I’m in the middle of something,” Ari shouts, stroking through your hair to comfort you.

“Someone,” Nick corrects through the door, then continues, “Mornin’, darling. Brought you an iced coffee and a muffin.”

You perk up at the sound of that. Ari chuckles at your reaction, and when you look over at him with a grin, he waves a hand up in the air.

“Go,” he mumbles.

“Come with me,” you pout, leaning up to kiss his jawline sloppily, “I’ll give you half my muffin.”

He scoffs, “Thanks.”

You pull him from the bed after a few more minutes and a thousand more kisses. He gets dressed in jeans and a plain white shirt while you toss on leggings and an old Pink Floyd shirt of Ari’s.

He takes your hand and guides you downstairs, where Nick is sitting at the bar on his phone, and Mateo is standing across from him. Nick has an iced coffee and a bagel in front of him, as does Mateo.

When the two notice you, Mateo gives you a small, acknowledging nod, while Nick grins widely and offers you a wave.

“Glad you two finally made it out of bed,” he teases with a smirk, “Can’t even say I blame you, Ari.”

“Shut the fuck—”

“Where’s Javi?” you interrupt, looking over at Mateo.

You watch Mateo’s eyes shoot up to Ari, and when he widens them and shrugs halfway, you sigh and pull your hand out of Ari’s. Nick snorts at the motion, but you ignore him and exit the kitchen without a word. You disappear down the hallway before any of the men can say a word, then stop at the only door you’ve seen Javier come out of.

“Y/N,” Ari calls from the kitchen.

You ignore him and knock against the bedroom door, listening afterward for motion inside.

“Javi?” you call, “Can you come out for breakfast?”

The door pulls open as soon as you finish speaking, and you’re relieved that they unlocked his door, too. He leans against the doorframe in sweatpants and a tee shirt, sporting messy hair and an unsure expression.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks.

“For which thing?” you raise a brow, “The lying about Ari sleeping with other women? Or the inappropriate comments you made about me not blaming Ari for Vick’s death?”

Javier’s lips twitch, “Either one.”

You give him a small, playful smile, then reach for his hand.

“Kind of,” you admit, “Come on.”

He nods and takes your hand, then follows you out of his bedroom and into the kitchen without an argument. Ari’s eyes narrow immediately when he sees your hand in Javier’s, and even though you don’t want to give in, you pull away.

“Morning, Javier,” Mateo greets him quietly.

“Morning, everyone,” Javier replies, “Coffee, bonita?”

“Bonita has been taken care of,” Nick reports smugly, “Coffee’s in the fridge for you, love, and muffin is on the counter. Levinson, bagel and coffee for you, too.”

Ari removes your coffee from the fridge for you, then walks it over to you with a death glare on Javier’s head. You retrieve your muffin, then give Ari a short kiss to his jaw when he places your coffee on the counter in front of you.

All of the men watch as you grab a knife and split the muffin four ways. You don’t say a single word as you grab plates down and place each piece on a separate one, then silently begin passing them out. Mateo first, who gives you a confused but kind smile. Javier second, who stares in admiration and then gives you a thankful nod. Ari last, who clenches his jaw.

“None for me?” Nick asks mischievously.

“No,” you reply, saving the last plate for yourself, and picking up your coffee in your other hand, “You’re the asshole who brought nothing for Javier.”

Javier snickers and pours himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot. Ari, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to find it as funny.

“Dude, I thought we all collectively didn’t like him,” Nick grumbles to Ari.

Ari opens his mouth to speak, to agree, when you whip your head over at him and raise a daring brow. You watch as his mouth closes halfway, and ultimately, he decides to close it completely before shrugging and popping some of the muffin into his mouth.

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned,” Nick grins, “Never thought I’d see the day a woman got Ari Levinson to shut the fuck up.”

Ari reaches over and slaps the back of Nick’s head, “If you got to fuck her, you would, too.”

You smile victoriously, ignoring the way his comment makes Mateo’s ears go pink. All of them watch as you cross the room and step over to the back door. Without so much as a request, Ari comes over and unlocks it for you, then opens it so you don’t have to set your muffin or coffee down to do it yourself.

“Thanks, daddy,” you whisper, just loud enough for him, “Have a good meeting.”

Ari leans down and kisses you softly, then pulls back and whispers against your lips.

“Hold his hand again, baby. I dare you.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Ari stands up straight, looking over at Nick as if he’s said nothing at all.

“Ready?” Nick asks.

“Yes. Mateo, you stay outside with Y/N. Javier, do whatever the fuck. I don’t care,” Ari orders, then turns back to you, “Baby, stay—”

“Within Mateo’s eyeline, I know,” you roll your eyes.

“Prove it, then,” Ari mutters, smacking your ass in front of all of them for your attitude.

You just shake your head and escape out the back door, knowing that Mateo will follow.

After you finish your coffee and muffin, you ask Mateo for a laptop so you can do some online shopping — wanting a bigger screen than your phone. Javier, who also joined the two of you outside, promises to stay with you.

Reluctantly, Mateo passes his gun to Javier, then heads inside to do as you asked of him. The two of you are sitting in the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun. You remember what Ari said to Javier downstairs yesterday — how he told him that the second you’re through with Javier, Ari plans to kill him.

“Javi,” you murmur, getting him to look over at you, “I heard what he said to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

Javier swallows, “You have nothing to apologize for. You’re the reason I’m here.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Bonita,” he sighs, holding up his hand, “Let me just say something. Your father would’ve killed me the day you left if you hadn’t brought me with you. After what I did — what I’ve done — I am astounded by your grace. By you keeping me here. I don’t deserve you and I never have. I’ve been a real asshole to you, and you’ve met me with nothing but kindness. So, you don’t need to apologize for him. As much as I hate it, I understand that you’re in love with him, and I’m not going to do anything further that gets in the way of that. I’m just biding some time, and when things cool off with your dad, and I know you’re safe here, I’m going to leave. I promise.”

You sit up in your chair as you digest his words, then scoot closer to him. He gives you a soft smile but makes no attempt to reach out to you or offer you a hand, which you respect. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the back door opens, and the man you recognize as Patrick slips out of the house.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he greets you as he nears, “I didn’t get to formally introduce myself yesterday.”

“Right,” you smile, standing from your chair, “Patrick. The pasta was incredible. Thank you.”

He grins. It’s an easy smile, a borderline flirtatious smile, and when he holds his hand out to you, you take it.

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed it. I had to make sure it was perfect for you, being Mr. Levinson’s—um—”

He stutters and stops himself, shaking his head. You let out a small chuckle and drop his hand, then wave it off.

“Thank you, regardless,” you murmur.

He nods, then turns to Javier, “Uh, sir, I need the weapon, please. Mr. Levinson’s instructions.”

Javier rolls his eyes and shakes his head to himself, but doesn’t argue. He hands Patrick the gun and then collapses back into his chair, resigning to saying nothing.

“Is that really necessary?” you huff, “Javier’s been protecting me for years.”

“Just following orders, ma’am,” Patrick replies.

You sigh and accept the order, knowing your words won’t change a thing. Patrick waits until Mateo comes back outside with a laptop in hand, then excuses himself and goes back into the house.

“May I ask what you need the laptop for, Miss?” Mateo asks as he settles into the chair beside you.

“Payback,” you reply simply, “If Ari’s going to be locking me in our bedroom, I’m gonna at least make sure I have what I need.”

Mateo and Javier exchange a glance over your head, but both men are smart enough not to say anything.

They sit and chat while you’re busy online shopping; filling up carts in different tabs and pulling an entire room together. You find curtains, a full length mirror, an entirely new makeup kit, an area rug, a new comforter, new pillows, a few new purses, a bunch of new clothes, a new dress, new diamond earrings, and two pairs of Louboutin heels — one nude and one black.

“Do you think these shoes are cute?” you ask Javier, turning the screen around.

He nods before his eyes catch on the price, and his eyes widen slightly.

“He really pissed you off, huh?”

You bite your lip, “He made up for it.”

Javier groans but doesn’t verbally respond, leaving you to type in Ari’s credit card number one more time. Just as you hit the big, green ‘purchase’ button, the back door opens, and Ari makes his way out. He looks down at his phone right as your order goes through, and when he sees the alert, his jaw clenches.

“That’s real cute, baby,” he says, although his tone tells you that it’s anything but, “Enjoying yourself?”

You shrug playfully, “You said to get whatever I need.”

“You need two pairs of Louboutins?”

“Yes,” you answer simply, “But, I mean, if it’s too much for you to handle, just say the word and I can use Javier’s card. Or Mateo’s. Or Patrick’s—”

Ari takes your jaw in his hand and angles you so you’re practically staring up at the sky, but into his eyes instead. His grip is just a little too tight, but you squeeze your thighs together regardless. Something about Ari just does it for you, even if you can’t place it.

“You hard-headed woman,” he mutters, “If I catch you using anyone else’s money, I will shoot them dead right where they stand and make you watch. You want that on your conscience, princess?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Good,” he replies, releasing you before looking over at the other men, “Give us a moment alone.”

Javier and Mateo excuse themselves and head inside without another word. You watch them go, and as soon as the door closes behind them, Ari sits down on the end of your lounge chair. He lifts your legs and places them over his thighs, then traces your ankle bone with his pointer finger.

How, you wonder, can he go from the guy who shot Vick point blank, to the guy who is lightly and delicately cradling your ankle in his grasp? How can this be the same man?

“You shot Vick for less,” you blurt out as you stare at him, digesting his latest threat.

Ari’s eyes narrow, “Excuse me?”

“I just mean, you shot Vick because he was following orders. You killed him right in front of me. So, it’s not like—”

“I’m not going to keep having this same conversation,” Ari grits out.

“We’ve actually never had this conversation,” you remind him, “At least, not the one where I tell you not to kill people just for looking at me the wrong way.”

“That’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to draw my gun,” he argues.

“Ari, be serious.”

“I am,” he argues.

You hike up a brow. So does he. You cross your arms. He rolls his eyes. You sigh dramatically, he pinches your ankle.

Even though you want to be serious, you can’t help but feel, in this moment, that the two of you have been created for one another. In your own messed up, inappropriate way.

“Anyway, there’s a dinner this Saturday night for Nick’s business. I have money invested so I have to go. Now, it’ll give you a chance to wear your new Louboutins.”

You raise a stubborn brow, “Is that your way of asking me to be your date?”

“I didn’t know I had to ask.”

You roll your eyes at him, but secretly, you’re planning the color of your dress and jewelry to match.

“Well, you do. Especially if I’m going to get all dressed up just to come face to face with three women you’ve slept with.”

It’s the first time you’ve brought up that part of the night since being drunk in the elevator with him. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if you ignored it for long enough, you’d forget. Now, the idea of going out in public with Ari makes your stomach flip as you think about all the potential things — or people — you could meet.

Ari looks shocked for a moment, but he collects himself quickly. Clearing his throat, he stands from the chair and takes a step back, which makes your heart cry out.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you for dinner.”

You don’t say a word as he walks away. When he gets to the door, he opens it and says something, then steps out of the way for Mateo to come back out. Ari disappears, and once he’s gone, Javier slips out, too.

Mateo settles in the chair beside you and Javier takes his time walking over, observing your body language and facial expression as he comes.

“You okay, bonita?” he asks softly.

You look down at the laptop screen, which shows a collection of clothes you’d been planning on weeding through. Now, the thought of spending a dime makes you sick.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, slamming the laptop shut, “I just need to take a walk. Do either of you have any cigarettes?”

“Ma’am—” Mateo starts, but you silence him.

“Javi?”

“I do,” he replies, “In my room. I’ll be right back.”

He hurries into the house and comes back out a moment later with a lighter and a box of cigarettes in his hand. He passes them off to you without a word, and when you start to walk around the yard, Javier walks with you. Silently, he requests a cigarette, and you light it for him. Nobody says anything further, but you know they don’t have to. Sometimes, you’re acutely aware that Javier understands you in ways Ari never could.

Ari’s in his office until late, and you don’t bother questioning what he’s doing. Nick is still here, you can tell by the low laughter and the fact that one of Ari’s men has come into the kitchen twice to get a new bottle of whiskey.

Javier stays up with you for a while, but when he can no longer keep his eyes open, he tells you goodnight and slips off to his room. You remain on the couch, blanket pulled up to your chin, watching the movie you put on just to kill time.

“Where is she?”

Nick’s voice carries through the hallway, and you tense on the couch. Not out of fear, but out of the knowledge that Nick brings Ari, and Ari brings confrontation. Especially if he’s drunk.

“Living room,” Ari replies, slurring his words just enough, “Saw her on the cameras.”

“Creep,” Nick remarks with a laugh.

You roll your eyes and sit up on the couch, finding no point in hiding there. The men appear rounding the corner, and your eyes widen. Nick has one arm around Ari, trying to hold him up. Ari’s eyes are hazy and drunk, but when they collide with yours, they soften. A grin forms on his cheeks, and even though the last time you saw him, things were tense, it looks as if none of that matters now.

“Hi, baby,” Ari greets you as he nears the couch — with Nick’s help.

“He has something he needs to tell you,” Nick mumbles, dumping Ari onto the cushion beside you.

You scoot closer and brush hair away from Ari’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear. He smiles at the action and sets a palm on your thigh, doing his best to squeeze. You tense but try to remain calm, hoping that whatever he needs to tell you isn’t serious, or bad, or a crime.

“What is it?”

His expression grows serious, “I love you.”

Your chest deflates, and you exhale the worry. Your hand meets his chest, and even though you don’t want him to, Nick sits down in the armchair across from both of you.

“Ari, I love you, too,” you reply.

Ari’s eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he closes his eyes, nodding his head like he really needed to hear those words from you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, where he lazily sponges kisses along the column of your throat.

Nick clears his throat, “There’s something else he told me, but I don’t know if he can get it out, now.”

You furrow your brows, looking over at Nick as you comb your fingers through Ari’s hair. His hand slides further up your body and his kisses continue, but you don’t attempt to hide any of that from Nick.

“What?”

“He told me that he likes when you fight back. He likes that you don’t just give in to him all the time. And, honestly, I think he needs that, you know? Everyone around here gives him whatever, whatever. But you— well, shit. Look at him.”

You smile as you look down at Ari as best you can. His lips still work against your skin, and he continues to paw at you, trying to get you closer, but you resist.

“Thanks for telling me,” you whisper to Nick.

He nods, “I know he can be a fucking prick, but—”

“Fuck you,” Ari grunts into your skin.

Nick laughs, “But, I’ve never seen him think about someone else the way he thinks about you. Don’t hold the dinner thing against him, okay? He’s trying. He won’t be perfect right away.”

You stare at Nick for a while, unable to believe all of the words escaping his lips and how accurate they really are.

“Who would’ve thought you of all people would have a domestic side?” you tease.

He shrugs, “Hey, you don’t give me enough credit. I know him too well, I guess.”

“I guess,” you agree, then lower your voice, “Was he upset or something?”

Nick grimaces, like he knows, but doesn't want to tell you. Ari’s kisses start to diminish in frequency, and when you feel his nose nudge at your jaw, you know he’s making himself comfortable enough to sleep.

“He’d kill me,” Nick mumbles, “Literally.”

“Nick. Tell me.”

He sighs audibly, and with one last look at the snoozing Ari on your chest, he nods.

“Your father embarrassed him, Y/N. Those women being there in front of you like that, I think it really got to him. He seems to think that if you find out these things, you won’t want him anymore. I mean, you know Ari’s not a saint. But, I think in his mind, if you find out, you’ll leave him the same way you left your father. In his words, it was ‘quick’ and ‘you didn’t even hesitate’. That’s what he’s worried about.”

You pout immediately, because you’d never even considered Ari being insecure in any way with you. He always seems so confident, so sure of himself, that the idea of him being insecure or anxious doesn’t even seem to fit correctly.

“I’ll take care of it,” you promise Nick, running your hand gently up and down Ari’s back.

“Thank God, because I can’t listen to him bitch anymore,” Nick grunts as he stands, “Need help getting him upstairs?”

You know you do, but selfishly, you don’t want it. You shake your head and then slip a hand under Ari’s shirt, feeling his warm skin on your palm.

“Goodnight, Nick,” you mumble.

“Night, gorgeous,” he smirks, “And, hey, if you ever feel like Ari didn’t, y’know, finish the job, you can always call me.”

You roll your eyes, “He will kill you for that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, stepping out of the room, “Night.”

You wait until you hear the front door close and lock behind him. The house falls quiet, even though you know that Patrick is patrolling outside, and Javier is in his room only yards away. Ari stirs on your chest and you lean down to kiss the top of his head the same way he always does to you.

“Ari,” you whisper, “Daddy. I love you.”

You feel him smile against your skin, “I love you more, princess.”

Oh, you think. He’s a cuddly drunk. I love that.

“You okay?” you ask him, running the tips of your fingers up and down his skin.

“Sleepy,” he murmurs, “Can I lay on top of you? Won’t crush you.”

You snicker, “Yes, daddy.”

He shifts and allows you to lay down on the couch, missing his warmth for only a split second before he climbs on top of you. All of his weight comes down, but you don’t care. He’s heavy in the best way possible, because you feel secure. Safe. Nothing could possibly happen when he’s protecting you like this.

“Perfect,” he whispers, kissing your cheek sloppily, “Love you so much. Love buying you everything.”

You chuckle, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” he hums lazily, then presses small kisses along your jawline before he buries his head into your neck once more.

You don’t object, you don’t move, you just let him do whatever he wants. His breathing is uneven, which is how you know he’s still awake, even if his eyes are completely closed.

“Ari,” you whisper, “Do you want to go up to bed?”

“No.”

You nod, “Alright.”

Just as you resign to sleeping the remainder of the night on the couch, snoozing under his weight and his kisses, his voice cuts through the air one last time. It’s hushed, barely there, but you still make out the words right before he falls unconscious.

“Please, don’t leave me, baby.”

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice is drowned out by the loud gunshot coming from outside the house.

a/n: thank you so much for reading if you've reached the end of this chapter <3 can't wait for more! im definitely taking this slow bc im not ready to stop writing for these two yet, so prepare for more parts lmao. sending love to all of you! xoxo reblogs are appreciated

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