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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months

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𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇…

hello! sorry for not posting anything in a while, I haven't had any motivation but this is an idea I've been thinking of for about a year now! I hope you all enjoy it.

summary - it's your first day working for the famous weatherman ari levinson, it turned out a lot better than you expected.

warning - smut, voyeurism, recording, daddy kink, choking, fingering, creampie, swearing, degrading, slut shaming, semi-public sex, powerplay.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You walk into the building, excitement building with each step. Your knee-length skirt rests tightly on your hips, cupping your arse wonderfully and your tucked-in, light purple blouse hugs your figure, barely containing your breasts from spilling out. Your heels click against the tile, and your heart squeezes inside your chest as you near the room. Your hand shook slightly as you reached for the handle, pushing the door open, your eyes widening as you took in the hustle. Everyone was moving fast, ensuring everything was getting done in time.

Your breath catches in your throat when your eyes land on the infamous weatherman. The man every woman has wet dreams about, the man they’d happily get up early for just to see him on their screen. You watched as women fluttered around him, refreshing his make-up, to make him look perfect for the TV but that was impossible, he was already perfect enough. You felt your knickers dampen, slick gathering between your thighs, cunt throbbing as your eyes connected with his. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, you swear you were on the verge of a panic attack when he smirked, his eyes moving up and down your body slowly before he licked his lips. Ari Levinson was going to be the death of you and all womankind.

“Miss?” You blink, breaking eye contact with a god and shyly look at another man trying to get your attention. “Mr Levinson is ready for you. You will be training alongside him, so he said to meet him in the weather section.” You nod, happily but shyly follow along, keeping your head down so you don’t accidentally catch his eye again. The man stops in the area and shows you where you will be standing. A table is wheeled in and you grow confused, never seeing a table in this part of the news before.

“What is the table for, if it’s not too much to ask?” You stare at it curiously, tilting your head to the side.

The man shrugs before his hand flies to the earphone connected to his ear and he speaks to the person on the other side. He looks at you. “Mr Levinson will be here in a few seconds.” That’s all he says as he turns and leaves you to stand there by yourself. You look around, standing with your hands interlocked in front of you.

You are so busy looking down at your shoes, getting lost in your own world that you don’t notice the man himself has made his way over. His navy blue suit hugged his figure perfectly, his shoes shined, and his medium-length hair was combed and pushed out of his face. “Good morning, Miss L/N” You jump, looking up with wide eyes as you notice he’s neared, standing so close that you can practically smell his cologne. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” He reaches forward, expecting a handshake.

You stumble, quickly slipping your hand into his, feeling a shiver rush through your body as you make contact, his hand so warm and large. “G–good morning, Mr Levinson! It’s a pleasure to be working with you!” You stutter, spurting out words as you peer up at him through your lashes. Your chest heaving as his blue eyes stare down at you. “I–uh…” You look between him and the table. “May I ask what the table is for? I’ve never seen you use it in one of your reports.” You gulp, hoping that you haven’t disappointed him immediately.

Ari smirks, his hand comes around and rests on your lower back, leading you over to the table in speaking. “I have something special planned for this one. You, my little costar. Will be my special guest.” He smiles down at you, something darker behind his eyes. You didn’t know, but the moment Ari had seen you in the interview, he knew he needed to have you any way he could and he planned something so naughty, so sexual that the whole world would talk about it. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetness?”

“N–no! I don’t mind at all, Mr Levinson! I am just honoured to be working with you! You see, I am a big fan!” You blink up at him, wondering how he could be even more perfect up close. “I will do anything to make this perfect!” Ari’s grin widens, and you shift as he continues to stare. “I–is there something on my face, Mister?”

Ari shakes his head and moves away from you, he runs his hand through his hair and gets in position. “No, sweetness. Now, be a good girl and stand behind the table for me.” He gestures, watching with lustful eyes as you obey immediately. He holds back a groan as his gaze falls to your arse, loving how the skirt hugs it so perfectly. Ari blinks and his face becomes straight, his eyes move from your plump arse to the cameraman, and he gives a slight nod, showing that he is ready. Once he gets the signal, he begins. “Good morning everyone! I am your weatherman Ari Levinson and I have a special guest with me today! Please welcome, Miss Y/n L/n!”

You smile shyly, giving a small wave and you feel your body heat up as Ari takes a step closer to you, brushing up against you. “H–hi!” You clear your throat and straighten your back, wanting to be seen as a professional instead of some shy little girl.

Ari’s hand brushes against your hip, and you swallow down the whimper that threatens to escape. A giddy geek by the name of Jake Jensen stands behind the camera, anticipating what's to come. He was amazed at how Ari could work his looks and money, being able to persuade everyone in the building to leave to let him do the weather announcement without them. He trusts his good friend to stream this live video to the house filled with the other group of friends. All the men gather around the couch, waiting for his friend to bless them with a good show.

Ari presses against you, his bulge resting between your plump cheeks and you let out a small whine. “Why don’t you tell our audience what the weather will be like today, okay, sweetness?” You gulp, blinking a few times as you try and pull yourself back from the fuzziness. His hand comes up and he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, “You there, sweetness?”

You nod, sighing softly. “Y–yes, I’m here. Uh, the weather today is said to be cloudy with a–a…” You stop, eyes widening when you feel Ari begin to grind against you, his hand sliding to the front of you, slowly pulling your skirt up.

He leans forward, whispering in your ear. “Keep going, You wouldn’t want to lose your job on your first day, now would you?”

You immediately shake your head, continuing as he connects with your bare cunt, groaning when he realises you’ve been walking around wearing nothing underneath. “With a chance of rain…” You clear your throat, biting hard on your bottom lip when his finger brushes against your soft, glistening cunt. A squeal escapes you when you are suddenly bent forward, your chest flush against the cold table, nipples hardening and slick gathers between your thighs. “W–what, what are you doing, Mr Levinson?” You whimper, feeling him grind into you.

“Shh, sweetness. This is what’s so special about this one. You should’ve known that I wouldn’t let someone like you slip from my grasp. I had to have you, and so do my friends.” He leans over you, your body practically disappearing with his large build, and Ari looks directly into the camera. “Say hi to them sweetness.” His other hand slides up and tightens around your throat, squeezing when you don’t obey. “I said, say hi to them. Don’t be a disobedient slut.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a whine passing your lips as he continues to rub your swollen clit. “H–hi, Mr Levinson’s friends!” Your mind felt cloudy, never having felt this much pleasure before. “W–what are you going to do, Mr Levinson?” Your arse pushes back against him as his fingers slip into your hole, pumping fast and hard, curling them into that sweet spot you’ve never been able to reach.

“Call me Daddy, sweetness, and don’t even worry your pretty little head about what I’m going to do.” His cock throbs in his slacks, hardening and straining against the material. Ari presses harder against you, fucking you with his fingers and groaning as you tighten around them. You whine as Ari pulls his fingers out of you, and your orgasm which had been close to the edge, fades away. “You don’t get to cum, sweetness, unless it’s around my cock. You wanna cum on Daddy’s cock?”

You nod rapidly, grinding yourself against him, wanting him buried deep inside of you. “Yes! Please, Daddy, I wanna cum on your cock!” You gasp as his hand moves from your throat, his thumb rests on your plump bottom lip and a groan slips from Ari as you immediately wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking and licking, eyes dazed as his taste fills your mouth.

Ari lifts the fingers that were inside you to his face and sticks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “Taste so good, sweetness. I can’t wait to be buried between these thighs.” He reaches down, slowly pulling out his thickened cock, smirking as you whine and wiggle in anticipation. “But, I won’t today. I’ll save that for another day. For now, sweetness. You need to be patient, I’ll fuck you in a second.” He growls, smacking your arse, and his cock twitches as he watches it jiggle.

“P–please, Daddy! I’ll be good, please fuck me!” You whimper, pushing your arse against his throbbing cock, and your skirt now rests above your hips. Ari slowly strokes his cock, tapping his leaking tip against your glistening folds, rubbing it through until his head gets caught on your entrance.

“It’s okay, sweetness. Daddy will fuck you now.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a strained moan escapes you when he begins to push in, stretching your walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, sweetness. I’m never letting you go after this, oh– You’re squeezing my cock so well.” Ari grunts, thrusting fully into your cunt, gripping your hips as he begins to fuck you hard and fast, becoming feral the more his cock drives into you. “Feel good, sweetness?”

“Uh huh, uh huh! So good, so full!” You scream, gripping the table as your body moves up and down with each thrust. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Your moans echo throughout the room, your walls tighten around his thick member, and for the first time in your life, your toes curl. The men watching groan, pants tightened as their cocks strain against them. Your knuckles grow white as you grip harder, feeling your walls pulsate around Ari.

“Jesus, fuck! Sweetness, if you continue to squeeze me like that, I’ll finish inside you.” Ari groans as you squeeze him tighter at his words, the thought of him pumping you full causes your whole body to go crazy. “You’re such a slut, sweetness. Your first day on the job and you are already sleeping with your boss while his friends watch. You know how much of a whore that makes you? I bet you want them to be here, passing you around and using you.” You let out a pornographic moan at the thought, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock begins to pound into your sweet spot.

“Daddy, I’m cumming! Please let me cum! Can I cum, please?!” You cry out, thrusting your hips back against him, wanting to feel him deeper. Your head feels fuzzy, eyes cloudy and the core inside of you tightens. “Please, please!”

Ari grips your hips tightly, pounding faster and harder, feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly. “Cum for me, sweetness. Milk my cock.” He growls in your ear as he leans forward, fucking you deeper. “C’mon be a good girl and show my friends how well you obey orders.” Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, your walls pulsate like crazy and your juices squirt out of you, coating Ari’s cock with white cream. You sigh, planting your face onto the table as he continues to fuck you. “Fuck, that was so fucking hot, sweetness!”

Ari holds you tighter, hard enough to leave bruises on your soft flesh. “I’m going to pump you full, sweetness, and then carry you home to my friends so they can all have a turn with your sweet body.” He whispers into your ear, grunting as he feels his balls tighten, cock twitching and throbbing before thick spurts of cum shoot out of his thick mushroom tip and into you, filling you to the brim, coating your walls. “Jesus, you feel so good, sweetness. Let’s see how pretty your cunt looks filled with my cum.” Ari groans and you whine as he slowly pulls his softened cock out of your used hole, and squats down. “Oh, sweetness. She’s so beautiful!”

You whimper as his finger connects with your puffy clit, rubbing it gently before he moves down and spreads your lips apart. A groan slips from his lips as he watches his cum slowly begin to leak out of your hole. You gasp as Ari slowly pushes a finger into your hole, pushing his cum back into you, deeper. “You know what the best part of this will be, sweetness?”

You hum, too fucked out to understand. “The fact that you aren’t wearing any knickers, means you’ll be walking out of here with my cum dripping down your thigh.” You let out a little whine, wiggling against him as he continues to finger his cum back into you. Ari stands, straightening his back as he tucks himself back into his slacks and ensures his suit looks perfect. “I hope you had a good show, boys. Now, sweetness. Let’s get you dressed so that I can introduce you to my friends.”

“I’m so tired…” You mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck when he stands you up and spins you around, giving everyone a view of your arse before Jake turns the camera off. Ari grins, pulling your skirt down gently to cover your gorgeous legs. One hand rests on your hip while the other comes up and fixes your shirt. You slowly pull away from his neck and blink tiredly up at him, feeling all tingly and sore between your legs, having never taken someone so large before. “So pretty.”

Ari smiles, tucking a strand of hair that’s come loose behind your ear. “Thank you, sweetness. You’re the most beautiful woman that’s walked this Earth.” His eyes fall to your plump lips, wondering what it would feel like to feel them against his. This man had taken you, yet not once had he stolen a kiss. Your eyes follow suit, flickering down to his lips, willing him to kiss you. A gasp leaves your lips when Ari leans down, holding your chin between his thumb and finger and kisses you, swallowing the soft sounds that escape you. Your hands clutch onto his suit jacket, holding him close to you as your lips move in unison, his taste is so delicious and magical.

You whimper when he pulls away, his and your eyes flutter open and you stare at each other for a short while before you stumble, your mind cloudy from the kiss and legs feel like jelly and Ari smirks. “Why don’t I carry you out, sweetness? It looks like I did a good job, just wait until you get to my house.” You whine at the thought of being filled by multiple different cocks. Ari leans slightly and grabs your thighs, he lifts you and wraps your legs around his hips. “Are you ready, sweetness?”

You nod, nuzzling into him more. “I’m ready.”

With those words, you are off. He carries you out to your new future, one where you will no longer have to work and be worshipped by many men. Fate had a funny way of getting you to meet your soulmates, and a certain cameraman by the name of Jake Jensen was known as a geek, being smart enough to know everything about tech. Except today, he had been so invested in you and your beauty that he didn’t notice he accidentally switched the live recording to broadcast to the world instead of just his buddies.

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evansbby · 2 years

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pouty princess

Pairing: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, dumbification, dd/lg undertones, major size difference, slight sugar daddy vibe, dirty talk, Ari goes dark towards the end, slightly dark.

Summary: You want to show your daddy that you can be in charge sometimes too, but it doesn't work out as well as you'd hoped. (Based on this ask and mini-drabble).

A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in under an hour! Not a full fic, I just felt inspired by that ask the other day and wanted to write a more detailed version of the mini drabble! Enjoy!

“Daddy, I feel like I should be in charge sometimes.” You announce, jutting your chin out and folding your arms over your chest. Ari’s sprawled out on his armchair, sipping a beer while he watches something boring on TV. You quickly step in front of his vision, blocking his view from the screen, “Hey! Are you listening to me? I just said that–”

A yelp escapes your mouth as Ari cuts you off, grabbing your waist and pulling you down on his lap with such minimal effort, it’s almost laughable. In fact, he doesn’t even take his eyes off the TV screen. You scoff, straightening up and making yourself comfortable on his thigh. He’s got those jeans on, the one with the rough denim that’s perfect for – No, you can’t let yourself get side-tracked.

“Daddyyyy, please stop ignoring me!” You whine, cupping Ari’s bearded jaw in your hand and forcibly turning his head to face you, “I think I’m way cuter than the weatherman, don’t you?”

“Careful, sweet girl. Don’t think I can’t tell when you’re being bratty.” Ari warns, his voice gravelly yet light-hearted enough for you to relax. His blue eyes blink, finally focusing on you as his large hands rub up and down your shoulders. “Now, what are you frowning about, my pouty baby?”

You snuggle closer to him, “I’m not frowning. I just suggested something a minute ago and you ignored me.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Tell me again what you suggested?” Ari pecks you once on the lips before doing it again, and again, and then again until you’re giggling in his arms. His big, strong, muscular arms. He’s so big compared to you, dwarfing you completely as you sit on his lap.

“I said, I think I should be in charge sometimes. You know, during sex.”

Ari freezes in the middle of kissing down the nape of your neck, raising his head up and looking down at you with raised eyebrows. “You? In charge? That’s a cute joke, sweet girl.”

You frown, lower lip jutting out, “Don’t be mean, daddy. I’m not joking. I wanna be in charge sometimes too, okay? It can’t always be you.”

Ari’s distracted himself again, playing with the hem of your dress, lifting it up and snaking a hand up your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “I thought you liked being daddy’s little baby?” He teases, pinching the soft skin of your thigh and making you yelp once more.

You narrow your eyes at him, “I do. But I wanna try bossing you around too.”

Your boyfriend smirks, “You do boss me around, baby. What about the other day, huh? Inside Victoria’s Secret? Wasn’t it you ordering daddy around, telling me where to go and which lingerie to pick up and bring to you in the dressing room?”

Slipping your hand up his chest to twine his long hair around your fingers, you roll your eyes, “Well, someone had to tell you where the bargain rack was – you kept bringing me the expensive stuff!”

“Only the best for my pouty little princess.” Ari hums, tickling your ribs in a way that makes shivers run up and down your spine. “So, you wanna be in charge, huh baby? Tell daddy what to do?”

“Yes! Please let me be in charge, daddy? Please, please, please, please, please?!”

And how can he say no when you beg so prettily? That’s how you find yourself straddling your big, beefy, 6”4’ boyfriend while he lies on the bed. Gleefully, you click the handcuffs into place, one on either of his wrists, effectively cuffing him to the bedposts.

“Does it feel uncomfortable?” You ask, and he smiles, shaking his head.

You sigh, brushing his hair out of his face, loving how the ends curl against his neck. He looks really hot like this, underneath you with his big blue eyes, full pink lips and long lashes brushing against his cheekbones. He’s all rough and tough, but there’s a vulnerable beauty to his looks too.

“Now, daddy, you remember our safeword for if it gets too much for you, right?” You ask him, parroting exactly what he says to you when he’s got you all tied up in different positions.

Ari snorts, biting his lip to keep from laughing, “Yes, baby, I remember the safeword.”

You beam, “Good job, daddy.”

You start by teasing him slowly, kissing down his bare chest, kitten licks striping up and down his pecks, lips dragging and pressing against his torso, teeth grazing against every ridge and ripple of his muscles and abs.

And Ari watches you the whole time with hooded eyes. You’re doing exactly what he does to you – but for some reason, he isn’t the whimpering, whiny and moaning mess that you usually become around thirty seconds after Ari begins teasing you. He’s definitely got more willpower and patience than you, because you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from all the teasing you’re doing.

“What’s wrong, baby? Losing your willpower already?” Ari snickers softly, and you realise you’re subconsciously humping against his thigh. You still immediately and shoot him a glare.

“Shh, daddy! No speaking, remember? I’m in charge and I say you can’t speak. Or else I’ll… I’ll gag you!” You say fiercely, letting the threat sit heavily in the air, similar to when Ari threatens to spank you or gag you when you’re naughty.

Ari bites back another laugh, “Sorry, baby. By all means, do continue.”

You do continue, wasting no time in pulling down the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips up to help you, and you pull the boxers all the way down his knees. And then you’re completely entranced because his dick is so big, slapping up against his abs. The fat head is an angry red, leaking precum. You can feel your mouth water. He’s so fucking big.

You think back to how just this morning, he’d woken you up with his dick rubbing against your ass, and then nudging between your folds as he took you sideways, took what he pleased because daddy’s allowed to fuck his baby pussy whenever he wants. You remember the shower after that, the marble tiles hard under your knees as he’d forced his huge cock into your mouth, fucking your face before pulling out and finishing all over your cheeks, your chin, your nose, your lips, your tongue.

“Hello? Sweet girl? You still there?” Ari moves his leg a bit to get your attention, snapping you out of your reverie. You bite your lip, gazing down at his cock, lost in dirty fantasies of him on top of you, taking control how he always does.

“W-Want your dick so bad, daddy.” You find yourself whimpering.

Ari smirks, “My sweet baby, you’re in charge, remember? It’s right here,” He bucks his hips once, “Take it.”

Oh wait. That’s right. You were in charge. You gulp, positioning yourself till you’re hovering over his dick, grabbing the base with your hand and slowly lowering down onto it. Fuck, no matter how many times Ari fucks you, and no matter how wet you are, it’s always a stretch to take in his huge length and girth.

“Well, come on, baby. Why aren’t you moving?” Ari asks you.

You open your eyes, still adjusting to the fullness of having him inside of you. Move?

“But you’re the one who moves us.” You say quietly, barely able to get the words out because being filled with his huge dick is kind of distracting. And it’s true, every time you ride him – which is not that often since Ari loves being on top – but every time you ride him, it’s always Ari with his hands gripping your hips tightly as he slams you up and down on his length.

Ari laughs, “But you’re calling the shots, baby, aren’t you? And the one who’s in charge – which is you – is the one who does all the work.” His chest rumbles with laughter, “You not up to the challenge anymore, hm?”

“D-Didn’t say that!” You begin rocking your hips, grinding and bouncing up and down, the friction of his hardness against your walls feeling so, so good. Soon, you’re moaning – it’s not as fulfilling or as deep like when he’s in control of fucking, but it still feels good.

“Daddy, please!” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, “Please, daddy, harder, please!”

Another chuckle, “Sweet girl, if you want it harder, you gotta bounce harder. Daddy’s not in charge here, is he?”

You try, you really do try. But it’s hard work, being the one in charge. You can feel yourself growing tired, muscles already protesting. You don’t have the stamina that Ari has – not even close. Plus, his dick feels so good inside you, how can you possibly focus on moving? The only thing you can think about is his dick, and how good it feels to be so full.

“My pretty little baby,” Ari coos when he sees your head lull to the side, your eyes blinking away and trying to focus, “Is my baby tired already? Don’t wanna be in charge anymore, hm?”

As if on cue, your hips stall, before you half-heartedly start moving them again.

“Sweet girl, why’d you slow down?” Ari’s mocking you wickedly, but you don’t even care, “Aren’t you enjoying being in charge of daddy?”

“I-I… I- Daddy, please!”

“What happened to my baby who wanted to be a big girl, huh?” Ari asks you smugly. You’ve stilled completely now, blinking up at him, clutching at his hips to get him to thrust upwards into you. You don’t understand why he won’t just use his hips, fuck into you like he always does.

“D-Daddy, need you. Please, daddy… Nngh!” Begging turns to nonsensical babble as you rock your hips uselessly. It’s not enough. You don’t like this as much as you thought you would. You need him. But you can’t seem to find the words…

“Begging daddy already? Wow, princess, you couldn’t even last five minutes, could you?” You shake your head desperately as he continues, “Look at you, so dumb on daddy’s dick, can’t even speak properly. See, this is what happens when dumb babies like you try to act like they know better.”

It’s almost comical how quickly Ari breaks free from the handcuffs, the broken metal clattering down on the floor as his rough hands find your hips. You barely have time to squeak before he’s flipped you both over, hovering over you and pressing you hard against the mattress.

“You still wanna be in charge?” His eyes are dark, forehead touching yours.

“N-No, daddy. Y-You, you!”

He impales you in a single thrust, going so deep and hard you fear he’s broken you in half as you scream and clutch at his shoulders and chest.

“Now you know that daddy’s always gonna be in charge, don’t you princess?” Ari says darkly, fucking you within an inch of your life, his hips a blur and the only sounds being your whimpers and screams along with the slapping of his balls against you and the squelch of your wetness as it seeps down your thighs and around his cock.

“Daddy’s the one who does all the work, baby, you remember that. You just lie there without a single thought in that pretty head of yours, because that’s all your good for, you got that? Just a pretty little baby who doesn’t think, just opens her legs for daddy and let’s her daddy use her like a whore.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, daddy!” You cry, it’s all you can seem to fin the words to say. You feel faint, like you’re about to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.

“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s little baby with the empty fuckin’ head. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fuck you till you pass out – I know that’s what you want. Close your eyes baby. Daddy’s still gonna be on top of you when you wake up.”

The end! Let me know what you think!

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