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𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

NAVIGATION | M.LIST

synopsis 彡 Your stepbrother, Ari, needs your help after his date doesn’t go as swimmingly as he hoped.

pairing 彡 stepbrother!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader

warnings 彡 This story will contain the following content: EXPLICIT/SEXUAL SCENES, DDLG ELEMENTS, heavy on innocent!reader, corruption, handjob, oral (m receiving), stepcest, dashes of fluff (??), humping, dumbification, manipulation, stamina only fictional men have

word count 彡 5k

author’s note 彡 Requested by this anon. I love this request so much and I wanted to make this cute but filthy at the same time yk? Like reader and Ari already have a close-knit relationship and it’s just 🫣🫣🫣 you’ll see. Hope you like!

DISCLAIMER ───THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MDNI.

“Ari?”

The harsh grate of the front door announces your stepbrother’s return, which you’ve awaited for what feels like countless pregnant hours. You’re quick to rise from the couch and rush to the foyer to greet him, the patter of your bare feet announcing you’re awake past the time you habitually retire, which worries and surprises Ari.

He halts with a slight jar at the sight of you barreling at him, indicating his surprise to see you up at this dark hour, “Biscuit?”

You plunge in his embrace, nuzzling your nose in his scruffy beard and enclosing your short arms around his thick neck, melting in his arms and his familiar clean scent that alone has comforted and consoled you in times of darkness. The mountain of a man is rigid against you for a half-second, momentarily thrown off balance before he slacks and plucks you off the ground.

“What’s wrong, mouse?” his tone is overfilled with worry, “What are you doing up?”

He collects you in his big, bulging arms and carries you to the couch where you were previously, waiting impatiently, restlessly, for him to return for hours and hours, regularly checking the time and huffing when you realize he won’t be home for another while longer. When the clock struck eleven, you’re filled with overwhelming worry because he should be home by now. Eleven thirty, you call his phone and he doesn’t respond, tripling your panic. Midnight, you’re pacing frantically around the house, already having called him dozens of times to no avail, debating if you should call the police, file a missing person report, assemble a search party. On the stroke of one in the morning, he finally returns, two hours later than he promised.

He sits down and perches you on his lap, stroking your hair softly. Sinking your fingernails in his sleeves, you mutter against his warm neck in a small voice, “You’re late.”

Realization dawns on Ari and worry is replaced by guilt as he recognizes how you’re trembling like a leaf in his arms, “Baby… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I called you a hundred times!” you exaggerate, your voice wavering, indicating you’re on the verge of tears, “And you didn’t answer!”

“My phone died. I’m sorry, biscuit,” he cupped your flushed cheek, “Will you forgive me?”

You sniffle, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes, humming sleepily in response, “Mm-hm. Can't be mad at my favorite step-brother.”

Of course you’ll forgive him, how can you not? You adored him too much, almost to a fault, that it is impossible for you to truly hold a grudge against him for longer than two seconds.

Ari tenderly rubs your back, gliding his warm, calloused hand up-and-down the length of your spine, and you automatically relax against him, your tense muscles loosening and your being practically liquefying in his lap.

“Good girl, and I'm your only step-brother,” he laughs, kissing the top of your head, “You stayed up for me?”

“Mm-hm.”

The corners of his pink lips rise in an endearing smile, “You’re the cutest, you know that?”

You return his gesture, baring your teeth in a wide, toothy smile, “How was your date?”

Ari hums, and you can’t tell what that means. You glance up at him heavy-eyed and arch one brow, “Good?”

He sighs, combing his long fingers through your wild hair, “It was… okay.”

“Okay?” your tiny voice is inflected with doubt—the hesitation in his tone doesn’t go unmissed. Confusion reigning your feminine features, you cock your head to the side and give him a questioning look that demands an explanation. He’s two hours late and it wasn’t even at least “good”?

“Don’t worry about it, mouse,” he grins gently at you, “It wasn’t bad, but wasn’t that good.”

“Why?” you rotate your body to face him on his lap, your fleshy thighs on either side of his lap, “What was okay about it?”

Ari doesn’t look like he wants to answer, distracting you by scratching your scalp with his fingernails just like how you liked and showering chaste kisses on your burning cheeks. Tittering lightly, you bat him away, squealing between giggles, “Stop! Stop!”

He licks the tip of your nose and hums, “Come on, it’s time for bed.”

“Wait!” he tries to stand but you push your hips down, preventing him from moving, “You didn’t answer my question.”

Ari purses his lips in a line of sincerity, “I told you not to worry about it, baby.”

“Please?” your underlip juts out and your brow knits together in a pout, “Please tell me? Please, please, please?”

That goddamn pout is your secret weapon, Ari thinks. Whatever your heart desires, all you need to do is give that adorable pout and it’s yours—not to mention it can melt the heart of any hot-blooded man, including Ari.

“She just… wasn’t my type,” Ari says, but you know better than to believe it, he’s a terrible liar—or you have an intuitive sense of when he’s dishonest. Despite the fact that the two of you are not blood-related, you have a unique bond that makes you more of a brother and sister than DNA can—at least, that’s what your friends and family claim. Some even say there is an uncanny resemblance between you two, not in terms of physical looks but how you carry and conduct yourselves so similarly, how you pluck the same chord. The two of you are perfectly in tune, faultlessly in sync, indescribably connected and alike. But this is sometimes a double-edged sword, in that if one step-sibling is lying, the other can quickly tell.

“Ari…” your pout transforms into a deep frown, “Why won’t you tell me? Truthfully?”

“It’s… you wouldn’t understand, baby,” he admits, “I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“But we tell each other everything,” you remind him, your pout now polluting your tone. It’s true—you’re his confidante and he’s yours, and it’s always been like that. The fact that Ari refuses to tell you this makes you feel absolutely awful, a feeling akin to terrible, agonizing pain building in your chest as you rack your brain for a reason he could’ve misplaced his trust in you.

He discerns the tears in your dewy eyes and guilt consumes him, “Okay, okay. Don’t cry, biscuit.”

“Will you tell me?”

“Yes, yes,” he mops up the single tear that rolls down your blushing cheek with his thumb, “I’ll tell you, baby.”

You wait expectantly for his answer while he thinks of the… nicest way to put it. He has to avoid looking at your sweet, innocent face, a glint of pure ignorance in your big, round eyes. Fuck, he wanted nothing more to preserve your innocence, to shield you from sin and tragedy and corruption. And what you are asking of him… it would be his greatest regret if he was the one to taint your purity after making it his purpose in life to protect you from people like him.

“You see, she didn’t… she didn’t satisfy me,” he admits. Your doe-like eyes light up in curiosity.

“Satisfy you?” you question, needing clarification.

“Yes, mouse,” he says, “We were… we were helping each other out and she didn’t finish her job,” he said, “So, I left a little… frustrated.”

“Oh,” you frown, kind of understanding but still very confused, “Helping each other out with what?”

Ari rakes his thick fingers through his dark hair, chewing on his lip, “It’s like… you know, it’s… well, I think—”

“I’ll help you,” you say with total conviction, a toothy smile spreading across your cheeks, thrilled by the opportunity, “I can do it! I love helping you.”

You’re practically engulfed in excitement at the thought of ‘satisfying’ your stepbrother, your Ari, albeit you did not know how you’re supposed to. But you’re more than willing to do whatever it is he says because Ari is always helping you, whether with homework or chores or advice or reaching items in high places that you can’t reach. You badly want to repay all his favors.

His pale blue eyes round at the offer, and his cock twitches under your ass, but it’s unnoticed by you as you await his reply. Ari swallows thickly, looking directly in your wide eyes that have yet to witness a single corrupted thing in this god-forsaken world. You don’t even realize what you’ve said, what you’ve asked, which only makes him harder.

“Baby…” Ari chokes, subconsciously grabbing both of your thighs and squeezing, “You can’t.”

Your heart drops and your excitement dwindles, making way for disappointment as your expression dims, “W-why not?”

“Because, baby step-sisters don’t help out their big step-brothers like that,” he tells you, “It’s against the rules.”

You jut out your chin and start to bounce restlessly in his lap, your resolve unwavering, “Please, please, please? I want to help you, Ari, like you help me. Please?”

A low groan flows breathily out his parted, plump lips, his big hands grabbing the sides of your waist to still your tempting movements. You’re making it very hard to say no—how can he say no when you’re bouncing on his clothed dick and begging him to let you ‘help’ his problem and giving him that pout?

You inadvertently roll your hips and your core slides over his thick cock, making him choke out a broken, guttural noise that has you aching between your legs. The sensation is new and funny, making you clench your thighs but his broad lap is in the way.

Gazing down, you finally notice the extremely visible tent in his trousers and gasp at the unfamiliar sight, “Ari? Are you…?”

Any semblance of rationale or morality dwindles into nonexistence as Ari watches you look down at his rigid cock in total, innocent fascination. Unable to process the utter absurdity of what he’s about to ask, he’s grabbing your small hand and guiding it between his large thighs.

“You want to help me, baby?” his voice is thick with desire, the huskiness of his tone foreign to you but it excites you nevertheless, “You’re dying to satisfy your big step-brother? I’m in a lot of pain, mouse—I’m in fuckin’ agony—and only you can fix it. Are you up for the task?”

You nod your head furiously, the quality of his voice making your core throb and you’re not exactly sure why, but choose not to question it because right now is not about you—it’s about your brother who’s in pain! In agony! Who desperately needs your help. Focusing unblinkingly on his massive bulge, you sheepishly peek up at him under your thick lashes, wordlessly asking for a hint or clue of what you’re supposed to do.

“You need help?” a lopsided smirk blooms on his gorgeous face, “You need my help before you can help me?”

You give him a subtle nod, feeling light and shy. Ari chuckles softly, pushing your hand down against his pulsing dick and sighing in unadulterated pleasure.

“Unzip my pants,” he instructs, his intense gaze zeroed in on your tiny hand in his lap, “Take out my cock, honey. It hurts really, really bad. Like, remember that time you fell off your bike and scraped your knee?”

You nod your head, the remembrance making you cringe in imagined pain and even more determined to relieve Ari from the agony he claimed he was in—or, at the very least, try your best to help.

After a split-second of hesitation, both your trembling hands reach for his fly and fumble with his leather belt, unfastening the metal buckle. You glance up at Ari for approval and he smiles reassuringly, injecting you with confidence.

“Go on,” he prompts, his voice breathy and taut with the anticipation, “Don’t keep me waiting now, baby.”

You unzip his pants and slip your warm hands in his briefs, and your big step-brother chokes on air when your fingertips skim the base of his already hard dick. Grabbing a hold of it, you tug on the heavy shaft, having to yank it a few times to pull it completely out.

Slack-jawed, you behold his fat, girthy cock, thick like a can of pop, with round, glazed-over eyes, heart hammering as you try to figure out what to do with it. Subconsciously, you’re still gripping his dick, still driving Ari insane.

His thick legs spread instinctively. “Now, you’re going to hold it really tight and move your hand up and down. Like this.”

He encloses his large hand around your small one gripping his cock and starts to pump at a leisure pace. You’re watching in a trance, like he has cast you under his spell as the foreskin is pulled back like a veil, exposing the angry, red cockhead. He’s throbbing in your palm, gasping and grunting as he helps you masturbate him.

“That’s really good, baby,” he praises you breathlessly, hanging his head and his hooded gaze filmed over like a foggy window—it brings you tons of joy to hear how happy you make him, how helpful you are.

“You’re leaking,” you observe, noticing the pre-cum beading at the tip of his bulbous cockhead. Curiously, you swipe your thumb over the head and note how your step-brother reacts, gasping and spasming in your dainty hand.

“Mm-hm, that means you’re making Daddy very, very happy,” he informs you, panting, “You’re doing great.”

Daddy. Ari introduced you to the term a couple months ago, and you remember how confused and fairly amused you were, giggling, “But you’re not my daddy, Ari!”

And his quick response that effectively convinced you: “You can call someone you love and adore ‘Daddy’, someone who takes care of you and loves you infinitely and unconditionally, and sees to it that all your wants and needs are fulfilled because they care so deeply about you.”

You mull over his words, but not for long because you believe every word that leaves his mouth and you’re convinced that he’s the wisest person you know, much wiser than you’ll ever be, “You’re all those things, Ari.”

“I know, baby. That’s why you can call me ‘Daddy’, if you’d like. Would you like that? I would like that a lot, mouse.”

“I would like that, too… Daddy.”

You smile triumphantly like you won a marathon, “I love making you happy, Daddy.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he coos at you, his calloused hand coasting up your shivering body, making you gasp in delighted surprise. He pinches your puckered nipple over your pajama top and you clack, bolts of electricity shooting up your spine.

Your grip slacks on his cock while he twists and tweaks your solid nipples between his rough fingers, the head-spinning sensations raking through your undefiled body nothing shy of heaven.

“Don’t stop,” he orders, and that’s when you realize that you’re distracted and return your focus to the task at hand. Inexpertly yet eagerly, you pump his thick cock without his help this time while he yanks up your top and thumbs your bare nipple.

“You like that, don’t you, mouse?” he flattens his palm on your fiery skin, ignited by his experienced touch, fondling the globes of your perky boobs, “You like when I touch you like this?”

Before you can respond, or even register his question, he’s bending over and suckling your rigid nipple in his hot mouth, his wet tongue swirling around the sensitive bud and biting it between his teeth. You squeal, letting go of his fat cock and throwing your head back, subconsciously grinding down on his lap.

He retracts with a slippery pop and lifts you off his lap, growling, “A-ah, fuck, you want to suck me off, my filthy girl? Daddy needs your mouth, baby. Will you help me? I’m in so much pain.”

You don’t know what that means until he maneuvers you on your knees and brings your flushed face in his lap by the back of your head, your nose sinking in his dark tuft of pubic hairs. Lifting your head and wetting your lips, you glimpse down at his massive length before averting your questioning gaze to his dark eyes.

“You’re going to put it in your mouth, okay?” He tells you, sensing your plea for help without you having to ask, “Wrap your pretty lips around Daddy’s cock and suck like a popsicle—I know how much you love popsicles. Use your tongue, no teeth.”

You stare at him incredulously, “P-put it in my mouth?”

“Mm-hm, it would make me the happiest step-brother there is,” he cajoles, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “Don’t you want to make me happy, biscuit? Don’t you want to help? I thought you did.”

“I do!” you declare, knitting your brow in steadfast determination and sinking on the heels of your feet. Face-to-face with his thick cock and heavy sack, your instinct is to poke and fondle his balls, your actions driven by curiosity and clumsiness. He grunts in response, intently watching you test the tide, learn what suits him by his groans and gasps.

“Of course you do, stupid little baby. So eager and enthusiastic—you’re such a good little sister, helping out your big brother. Shit, why haven’t I made you blow me before?”

Your dainty hand returns to his girth and you clumsily stroke him up-and-down in an uncoordinated but eager manner, still trying to figure out how his huge cock is supposed to fit in your small mouth—your hands didn’t even wrap all the way around his meaty girth.

You barely have time to ponder about it—Ari’s batting your hand away and squeezes his stiff cock in his clenched fist, tapping your closed lips with the fat, leaking tip, asking for access, “Come on, mouse, let me in. Stick out your tongue.”

It’s the dominance in his tone that makes you perk up, your pink tongue rolling out your mouth like the obedient little girl you are.

“That’s a good girl,” Ari rasps, “You can start by licking the underside.”

And you did, flicking your wet tongue and licking the shaft, jerking his solid dick in your small hand all the while. He groans, which assures you that he’s enjoying it and motivates you to carry on with your sinful actions. You rise on your knees and plant a slobbery kiss on top of the mushroom tip, ejecting pre-cum like a leaky faucet.

Without him needing to ask, you’re enclosing your lips around his cockhead and he’s losing it, grabbing fistfuls of your tousled hair, groaning the loudest you’ve heard him groan, twitching in your mouth.

“A-ah, baby,” he moans, throwing his head back and grunting out loud, “That’s perfect. Your mouth is so fuckin’ perfect. Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop. Just like that.”

Encouraged by his grunts and filthy words, you nurse his fat cockhead, alternating between suckling and swirling your tongue around the raging red tip. Both hands proceed to jerk off what your mouth cannot reach, the perfect combination of your dainty touch and inexperienced mouth edging him to his limit—he has to restrain himself from losing all inhibitions and face-fucking you like his stupid baby truly deserves.

“Shit,” Ari hisses, bucking his narrow hips up, another inch or two of meaty cock sliding in your small mouth without warning, “You’re doing fuckin’ amazing, biscuit. I didn’t know—a-ah!—you were such a good fuckin’ whore for me. But you’re my whore, aren’t you, baby? Only mine.”

You babble around his dick, your sore jaw tensing but that doesn’t stop you from beaming around his fat girth. Handfuls of your hair in his big fists, Ari pushes your head down and lifts his hips at the same time, making you gag and drool, his bulbous cockhead sliding down your narrow throat. You swat his beefy thigh with your hand in panic, letting him know that it’s too much, and he withdraws one, two inches to alleviate the pain.

“Sorry, baby,” he pants, scratching your scalp, “You’re driving me crazy. I’m already close… keep suckin’, okay?”

The heat between your legs intensifies and you’re unknowingly humping down against the carpeted floor, slick dripping between your thighs. Switching positions, you bob your head up-and-down on his fat cock while your tiny hands slither down his hairy thighs to cup his huge balls hanging temptingly below, fondling them in your warm palms. Glancing up at your gorgeous step-sibling, Ari nearly combusts on the spot when your innocent, teary eyes lock with his blown-out blue ones.

“What a dumb little girl, letting her step-brother fuck her pretty face like this. You’ll just believe and do anything I say, won’t you, baby? Not a single thought in your tiny head, you need Daddy to think for you and make all your decisions,” he groans, his filthy words arousing you both. You automatically agree, humming dumbly but the soft noise is muffled by his hard dick in your mouth, which he thrusts up in your small windpipe unwarningly. He doesn’t apologize for it this time, even after he notices tears of dull pain rolling down your damp cheeks.

After a minute or two of ball-fondling and cock-sucking, your hands and mouth swap—you curiously lick his heavy sack while you pump his twitching cock in your delicate hands. That’s his undoing, and he’s yanking you up on your knees and aiming his tip at your face.

“Stick out your tongue!” he orders gruffly in a tone that has you complying without thinking twice, sticking out your tongue flat. He suddenly explodes without a warning in advance, jets of his searing cum adorning your pink tongue and tinted cheeks so prettily.

“O-oh! Fuck! Oh my fuckin’—” Ari grunts, spitting in his palm. His large hand replacing yours and jacking himself off on your glowing face, the cutest smile flickering across your puffy cheeks and a round of soft giggles mingling with your name on his tongue. It’s one of the best orgasms of his life and it’s only a blowjob—he can hardly fathom what it would be like to pump his oversized cock in your tight, virgin cunt, neither of you would be able to handle it.

You flash him your adorable smile, your blushing face decorated with his white cum and spit, and his heart soars at your innocent beauty. Hooking his hands under your smooth armpits, he lifts you up and reels you in a firm, possessive, devouring kiss that knocks the wind out of your lungs and has you gasping and flying.

“Look at you, honey—my best girl with my seed painting her pretty face. Fuck, what a sight,” he can’t stop kissing your swollen lips, tasting himself on your tongue and skin.

“It’s my turn to help you, mouse,” Ari grins impishly, stroking your head with his rough palm and looking down at his prize between your thighs like it’s a pot of gold, ordering in a tone that has you scrambling to do what you’re told:

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Ari loves how compliant you are, widening your shaking legs and giving him those wide, expectant eyes, waiting so patiently and prettily for his next command. He can’t help but fully drink you in, his hooded gaze straying to places it shouldn’t be, and his thoughts going in directions they shouldn't go.

“Daddy,” you cry between fervent pants, “Daddy, it feels funny down there.”

“Down where,” Ari feigns innocence, his brow pinched in faux concern, “Is it your baby pussy? Is it begging for Daddy? Jealous that your mouth has all my attention?”

You grind your hips down on his beefy lap, whimpering and whining and begging for him to do something, anything, “Please, Daddy. Please, please, please.”

“Needy little girl,” Ari groans, sponging a wet kiss on your collar, “You don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you? Let’s give your tiny cunt what it wants and deserves. What do you think, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you practically weep, drowning in his shower of kisses and lovebites on your untouched skin. He was still impossibly hard and throbbing even after his previous orgasm, his pink tongue swiping across his plump underlip as he trails his ravenous gaze down your heaving belly—you know what they say, there’s always room for dessert.

You rise on your knees, trembling profusely in anticipation as you let your step-brother skim his rough fingertips over the seam of your patterned-pajama bottoms hugging your soft hips, his thumb flirting with the loose hem. His intoxicating touch is teasingly light, tingles erupting under your skin in its wake, but you’re desperate for more.

Seconds later, Ari is manhandling you roughly, a stark contrast from his tenderness moments ago, tugging your bottoms down your thrashing legs and tossing them carelessly to the side. Then, you’re resettled on his lap, exposed and shivering lightly.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Ari beckons to your damp panties, thoroughly soaked with your sticky wetness. Whimpering in response, you glimpse down at his rock-hard cock, which only makes you undeniably wetter as it jerks and twitches freely.

Ari notices your intent gaze on his dick, his devilish lips stretching in a lopsided smile, “What’s on your mind, mouse?”

You don’t know how to express what you’re feeling, how to describe the millions of emotions brewing inside you. The best you can muster is a little whine, a wordless plea for Ari to do what he does best and take control, think for you because your head is blank.

Your step-brother encloses his one hand around his pulsating cock and the other squeezes your hips and draws you closer until your dripping wet fuckhole is directly above his fat tip.

“You have no idea how fuckin’ badly I want to fuck your baby pussy,” Ari whispers, hooking his thumb around the crotch of your flimsy panties and flicking it to the side, revealing your sensitive pussy and swollen clit poking out beneath the hood of skin. Crushing your engorged clit with his cockhead, he adds, “So fuckin’ much—your dumb little brain can’t even comprehend it, I bet.”

He drags his heavy tip up-and-down your drenched slit, your delicate folds separating for him like petals of a flower, “I’ve been wanting to fuck this perfect cunt for years. But you’re too sweet and innocent for your own good, baby, I didn’t want to ruin you… not like I do right now.”

His pulsating cock slides smoothly underneath the stretchy band of your panties, dragging against your delicate skin and making you yelp in surprise. Dick trapped between your hip and the thin cotton of your underwear, Ari leisurely thrusts up, the base of his massive cock and thick bush of pubic hairs flush against your burning core.

“O-oh,” you gasp in pleasure, a particular thrust nudging your slick clit. You instinctively grind down in sync with his slow rhythm, gyrating your hips in tempting circles to maximize the delicious friction between your grinding bodies.

“You like that?” Ari grunts, driving his cock up with force and momentum, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, mouse, and you don’t even know it. Prancing around in those cute, short skirts and thigh-high socks and a sweet smile across your pretty face. I get so fuckin’ hard thinking about you, imagining you bouncing on my cock like you are now, you know that? Imagine if it was inside you, baby, tearing you up. Oh, fuck, don’t you want Daddy’s cock stuffed in your guts?”

“So bad!” you respond, bouncing harder, faster, bracing his broad shoulders for purchase and sliding your weeping fuckhole up-and-down his thick, rigid length, coating his firm cock with your cream. You shift your hips at an angle at which his girth meets your thrumming clit just right, pressure building rapidly in your lower gut.

Lifting a hand to tweak your stiff nipple and thrusting up with a force that forces the air out of your lungs every single time, you’re perfectly and totally dumb and blissed-out, drool leaking from the corners of your open mouth and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Ari grits his teeth, an angry vein snaking up his neck and disappearing down in his neat button-up, his tense muscles bulging under his taut, tanned skin.

“Keep bouncing—a-ah!—just like that, honey. You like playing horsey with Daddy, don’t you, my sweet girl?” Ari bites his lip, grabbing your hips to guide your ardent movements. You nod your head in agreement so furiously, your hair whips in your face.

Your soft moans and his husky grunts fill the otherwise quiet room as the both of you engage in your immoral activities, indulging in the sin of each other’s touch. It’s the sin of it all that fuels your fervor, like the forbidden fruit is just too sweet to not take another bite.

Your powerful orgasm grips you out of nowhere, your entire being spasming and dissolving into the unholy pleasure as you cry out loud, blinded by a million bright stars. Ari plucks and rolls your clit between two fingers, prolonging your climax and making you scream at the top of your lungs.

Ari’s rough, staggering thrusts are a warning of his impending high, chasing his release until it finally overtakes him completely, a thunderous growl pouring out of his perfect, plump lips. The second best orgasm of his life follows yours shortly after, spraying hot cum all over your smooth tummy and between your quivering folds, outside your clenching hole.

You sink against his bulky frame, recovering from your intense climax, as the world around you resolves into comfortable silence. Ari is scratching your scalp how you like, gathering your exhausted body in his warm embrace, cooing soft praises and sweet words of assurance in your ear.

You look up at him innocently, like the purity of your soul still remains alive and well, shining bright through your pores even after you danced with the devil, “Are you still in pain, Daddy?”

Ari can’t help but coo at your concern for him, “No, baby, I’m all better. You cured me. I appreciate your help, you’re always so good for me.”

You smile widely at him, and in that smile is a reminder that you’ll always be willing to offer a helping hand for your favorite step-brother, your Daddy, your Ari.

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the-garden-of-tulips · 2 years

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being (a) patient

summary: after his daughter's check up, it's ari's turn

pairing: dilf!ari x pediatrician!reader

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: SMUT, doctor-patient roleplay :3, minor choking, ball fondling ???, cumplay, handjob, PIV sex, creampie, inaccurate medical things, "professional"!reader, cute dad!ari, dilf!ari, obedient!ari, naked!ari, bad dad jokes, not proof read--sorry

word count: 4k

A/N: "but once, you have a bunch of pt. 2's to finis-" SHHHHHHHHHHHH

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“God dammit,” he mutters, fingers running through his hair in irritation. The clinic's company pen rapidly taps against the clipboard as he tries to recall his mother-in-law's number, needing to fill out his daughter’s emergency contact before he could continue.

He has been struggling to fill out this stack of forms for at least half an hour. They were dumped into his arms, along with the pen, as soon as he arrived, not a single word of explanation. He grimaces, convinced his ex-wife has made it her job to make his life harder.

Ari had just moved to this city, no more than three weeks ago, following after his daughter and ex-wife to stay close to them. A new town means a new school, a new house, and a new doctor. So here he is, registering his daughter for the new clinic, vomiting information that he’s sure they won’t even need.

His family is already in the doctor's room, called to the back 15 minutes ago to start the check-up, leaving him to scribble on his homework. It takes him another 10 minutes to get through the last two pages before he can just sign it and be done.

After he cheerfully drops the clipboard of papers on the front desk, feeling like he just completed the SATs. He was directed to the “lion room” in the very back of the hallway.

When he opens the door, his daughter immediately smiles at his arrival, swinging her legs back and forth as she sits on the bench. She must be waiting for the doctor to return. On the other hand, her mother doesn’t even look up, eyes locked on her phone as she scrolls through Twitter, pretending like he doesn’t exist.

He decides against taking the seat next to his ex, preferring to stand next to his little girl instead. She’s a ball of energy this afternoon, perpetually talking about everything and nothing all at once. Ari leans against the bench, asking her simple questions to pass the time.

“Did the doctor take your temperature?” Her pigtails sway as she nods thoughtfully, recalling the doctor’s verdict with precise detail.

“...and she said that I’m as warm as a hug!” Ari preens at her little lisp. She’s still getting used to losing both of her front teeth earlier this year. He sends her squinted eyes, teasingly pretending like he doubts her memory.

“Hm. I don’t believe that…”

“It’s true!” Ari holds back a smile, the lisp becoming more pronounced as she gets worked up. She holds up her pinkie with a humorously-serious face. “Promi-th.”

“Well,” His fingers brush through his beard as he looks up, pretending to consider her pinkie promise. His eyebrows furrowing in faux-thought. “I think I need some proof, bubs. Maybe you can show me?”

She thinks for a second, letting the request stew a little.

“‘kay.” Her little arms open wide, showing off her green Ariel t-shirt as she invites him in for a bear hug. Ari leans down to squeeze her close, his heart warming at the feeling of his baby in his arms. She giggles as he almost lifts her off the seat. He’s convinced he could never get enough hugs from his little girl,

“Oh wow, I-You know what, she might be right!” She snickers at his exasperated reaction, knowing he’s just messing with her.

“See? I told you.” The door behind him opens up, indicating the return of the doctor.

“You must be Mr. Levinson,” Ari swiftly turns to greet the gentle voice, but when his eyes land on you, a breath catches in his throat before he can say anything. Your eyes widen just a fraction, not expecting the father to be this good-looking. “It’s nice to meet you.” You smile politely, offering him a hand.

He wordlessly reaches out to shake it, still starstruck by the woman in front of him.

He clears his throat, nodding dumbly, barely understanding what you said. “You too.” Despite the electricity you felt from his touch, you slip your hand from his, promptly reminding yourself to remain professional.

Her mother is still on her phone, as unengaged as the moment you left, only paying attention when she’s addressed directly. You let out a sigh at the sight before placing your focus back on your little patient.

Pulling out a small tub of salve from your coat pocket, you offer it to the little girl, speaking to her as if she were an adult, “Put this on your rash every day after a shower or before you go to bed, ok? It should be gone within a few weeks. If not, have one of your parents call in for another appointment.”

She nods with a determined look, taking the cream with both hands. You glance over at her father, making sure he caught that. He sends you the same nod with the same expression. It’s adorable, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Other than that, you should be proud. You’re a healthy growing girl.” You pluck a star-shaped sticker from your other coat pocket, grinning as her eyes widen in excitement. “This,” You hold up the golden “good job” sticker, “is for you.” She blindly pushes the jar into her dad’s chest, hungrily focused on the reflective sticker.

“What do you say, sweetie?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Doctor!”

—

The antiseptic scent of the clinic pinches at Ari’s nose as he waits at the front desk to pay for his daughter’s check-up. He leans against the lip of the desk, tapping his fingers across the surface as he waits for one of the assistants to calculate the total.

“$500 for the new patient costs plus $40 for the medicine.” He shoves his hand to the back pocket of his jeans and grabs his wallet, plucking out his card and sliding it over to the lady. As he waits for the woman to charge him, his eyes wander around the empty pale-blue waiting room.

He notices you enter the room, taking note of how you are no longer in your white coat. Instead, you are wearing a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. Despite the professional nature of your clothes, they fit you in all the right areas, perfectly molding to your curves. Ari’s thoughts wander as he shamelessly admires you from afar, unaware that you’re walking directly to him.

“Still here?” You tease, knowing how long post-appointment procedures can be–especially for newcomers. Based on his impatient positioning against the desk, he’s been waiting a while. You let your eyes roam, admiring how his shirt struggles against his broad shoulders and impressively muscled arms.

“Uh, yeah,” He shakes himself out of his thoughts, “the girls ditched me. I don’t know what it is…it’s like they’re only using me for my money.” He jokes, stupidly proud of himself when it earns himself a light chuckle from your chest. He’s still got it.

“...alright, sir, here’s your card,” he gives you a “hold that thought” before turning around to face the office assistant. “Just sign here and you’ll be free to go.” She places a paper copy of the bill and a pen in front of him. Ari hastily places his card back into his wallet before sloppily signing the paper, eager to get back to his interaction with you.

You give him an understanding smile when he returns to look at you. The two of you are left alone as the older woman takes the file into another room, uninterested in the conversation in front of her.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

You slowly take a step closer to him, “I have to admit, they are lucky girls, having you to provide for them.” You boldly reach out, nudging his arm with your hand. You can feel how his muscles ripple as you run your fingers over the length of it. He stays silent, but you can see how his shoulders move as he breathes deeply. “But you need someone to take care of you too, don’t you?” Your face remains as professional as ever, acting like you're asking him a simple question.

You innocently tilt your head, savoring the way his eyes widen as he lets out a surprised cough at your blunt question. He takes a second to calm down, silently giving himself a pep talk to restore his nonchalant, charming persona.

Suddenly, he has an idea.

Ari fabricates another cough, repurposing his borderline embarrassing reaction as a tool for his next move. “Actually, I haven’t been feeling well, Doctor.” Another cough, “I think I might need a check-up.” He took a glance at your face, hoping you were picking up on his intentions.

“Oh?” A warm hand is placed on his forehead, flipping over as you feel for his temperature. He’s impressed by the convincing sympathy that fills your eyes as you watch him fake a softer cough. “If you’d like,” You look down at your watch, pretending to calculate how much time you have, “I can bring you to the back right now?”

He sends you a playful smile before settling back into his role by responding in a raspy voice, “That would be great, Doc.”

—

“Alright, take a seat.” You gesture to the small bench lined with colorful animal-print paper. “I’ll be back in a second, just have to grab a few things.” He follows your directions, noisily crinkling the paper under him as he settles on the edge of the bench.

You return in your full doctor-get up, a white coat complete with a stethoscope around your neck and blue latex gloves. You look adorably professional for the fake exam you’re about to perform. You hold a clipboard in one hand and a cute bumble bee pen in the other.

“So what seems to be the problem?” You glance up at him, pen hovering over a blank sheet of paper like you’re ready to take some notes.

“I don’t know. I-I feel like something’s wrong, but I don’t know how to explain it.” He feigns a pout, holding a hand to his lower stomach before drifting it downwards suggestively.

Pretending like you don’t notice his intent, you nod thoughtfully, the pitiful expression you send him is almost condescending and it drives him crazy.

“Let's try to figure it out together then, shall we?” From a cabinet next to the bench, you grab an old-school thermometer. You suppose you could use a regular digital one, but you’ve been craving to see something in his pouty mouth.

His lips quirk up as he notices your hungry stare locked on his mouth. He cheekily runs his tongue over his bottom lip, enjoying the way your eyelids droop, captivated with the motion. “Say ‘ahh.’”

Ari gladly opens his mouth, reciting the noise right back: “ahhhh” You slip the end of the tool under his tongue.

“Alright, let’s keep that in there for 2 minutes?”

“Yes, ma’am” his words are muffled as he tries to keep the thermometer in his mouth. You keep busy, acting like you’re writing notes on your clipboard like a good doctor.

After scribbling a few flowers and smiley faces around the page, you secretly peek up at him. He stares right back with an amused look as he obediently keeps the glass stick under his tongue. You mentally berate yourself for the way your face heats up under his cocky stare.

You realize how distracted you were when you glance up at the cat-shaped clock. It’s been 5 minutes. “Alright, let’s see…” you gently take it out of his mouth and take a glance at the temperature. Hopefully, he doesn’t miraculously have a fever because then this little role-playing activity will have to be cut short. “…98.3°. Ok, good. So it’s not a fever.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that.” He retorts. You roll your eyes as you place the thermometer in a sanitary cup.

“Shush, be patient and let me do my exam.”

Like the dad he is, he responds, “What do you mean? I am a patient.” He shamelessly laughs at his own joke, proud that he came up with that so fast. You let out a teasing groan, as you pretend to be annoyed. “What? Ok, ok, I’ll behave.” You tap the tops of his thighs indicating for him to spread them so you can stand closer. He opens easily, eagerly inviting you into his space.

Now standing right in front of him, you pull your stethoscope from your shoulders, “Okay, let’s check your heart.” As you’re about to place the cool metal right under his shirt, he quickly begins to unbutton it, revealing his gorgeously untrimmed chest to the cool air of the room.

Your eyes openly drink in his perfectly tanned skin, his happy trail taunting you as it hints at his growing problem below. Your cunt throbs as you inhale shakily, almost forgetting what you’re supposed to be doing. He follows your eager gaze and moves to unbutton his jeans too, but before he could pull down the zipper, he’s stopped by his wrist.

“No-” You squeeze his arm tighter when you notice how close your hand is to his considerable bulge, “this is good.” Your voice gasps out of your mouth as you try to calm yourself down. He reluctantly drops his arms, silently waiting for you to make the next move, looking devastatingly good as he sits in front of you with his shirt hanging open.

You let your intrusive thoughts win and boldly place your hand on the left side of his chest, feeling the warm skin tense at your touch, heart beating rapidly. “Ok, this might be a little cold.” You warn before you replace your hand with the diaphragm of the stethoscope, gently pressing it against his chest. “Take a deep breath for me.” You whisper, trying to calm him down.

His eyes stay on your face as he breathes in, suddenly feeling like he’s getting an actual check-up. You listen closely, making sure there aren’t any irregular beats or murmurs. You move it slightly downwards, completely focused on the task at hand. “Again.” With the next deep breath, he notices how you breathe with him, shoulders moving in sync with his chest.

You back up without a word, putting the tool on the counter next to you with a satisfied sigh. Everything sounds good. “You’re so cute when you get all doctorly.” Ari interrupts your thoughts, looking at you with a sly smirk. You mentally facepalm yourself. You got so caught up in your usual routine that you forgot why he was here in the first place!

“Your, uh, heart sounds healthy so-”

“You know what, Doc? After deducting all these things through your tests, I think I can finally tell what’s bothering me.”

“Oh, what is it?” The hand on his thigh moves over to rub himself over his jeans, pulling a wretched groan from his throat. His blue eyes are locked on yours as your mouth gapes at the depraved sight.

“I’m so fucking hard, Doc,” Ari grips himself to emphasize his words, showing off every inch of his covered cock, “and I just can’t get it down. I need your help.” His eyes beg you to touch him, looking as distressed as he pretends to be.

“U-um, ok. Let’s take a look then.” You nervously stretch your gloves higher onto your wrists in anticipation as he starts to undo his jeans, the open sides of his shirt getting the way as he eagerly tugs his pants down. You let out an involuntary gasp as a hard cock slaps against his stomach, perfectly pink and ridiculously big.

He sees how your hand stutters as it approaches him, suddenly intimidated by the large man in front of you. Ari assists you by pulling your hand closer to him, wrapping his fingers over yours, demonstrating how tightly he wants you to hold him. When he lets go, you experimentally squeeze your hand around him, gaining a breathless gasp from his body.

“How does this feel?” Somehow your voice remains level as you ask the clinical question, eyes peeking at him through your lashes. The lustful gaze you send him makes him throb in your hand, encouraging you to continue your exploration. You gently run your gloved finger up his cock, teasingly tapping against his leaking head, mesmerized by the mess.

Both pairs of eyes watch as a string of precum sticks from his cock to the tip of your finger as you start to pull away. You let it fall to his thigh before lovingly rubbing it into his skin. He almost feels like he’s going to burst from the way you’re playing with him. “Mr. Levinson?” You hand his back around him, pumping him slowly as you try to catch his attention.

“Hm?” He looks up at you with confused eyes, completely oblivious to the topic of the conversation.

“I asked you how you’re feeling. I can’t help you if you don’t cooperate with me.” The professionalism in your voice directly contradicts how you are handling him, almost making him go blind as you continuously brush over the line where his head meets his shaft. You know what you’re doing.

“So good…” He groans out, barely able to tell what he’s saying.

You hum contentedly, dipping your hand lower to gently fondle his balls, knowing how sensitive they can be. You hold back a smile when he jolts in surprise and starts to shutter out uneven breaths.

It’s just so easy.

His knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the bench under him, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bringing up your other hand, you start to stroke him at the same time, holding him with more confidence as he melts against you. “H-holy ffu-” His stomach clenches as he holds himself back, thighs struggling to stay open around your clothed midriff.

His hair falls into his face as his head lolls forward, jaw clenched in concentration. You bite your lip as you watch him scramble to get a hold of himself, sloppy wet sounds spurring on the both of you. You speed up, determined to destabilize his efforts, needing to see this man break in your hands.

A warm hand wraps around your throat and yanks you forward. Your head is so hazy from the pressure on your neck that you can barely react when your lips meet his for a passionate kiss. Your tongues sloppily brush together as you languidly take in each other’s taste. Ari murmurs against your lips, “...like a dream.”

It’s dumb how flustered you get from his raspy voice. He nips your lip, drinking in your whimpers as he sucks at you until it’s nice and plump. You feel yourself drip when he soothes his work with little kitten licks against your mouth, refusing to dip back into your mouth.

You try to push toward him to get what you want, but he simply leans back with a cheeky grin, hand gently squeezing at your throat as a warning. “Keep goin’ honey.” You realize your movements ceased after the first breathtaking kiss.

You raise a challenging eyebrow, “Give me a kiss first.”

“Mmm…No, this isn’t how it works.”

“I’m the doctor– You’re supposed to do what I say!” You pout, pointedly letting him go. He rolls his eyes at your childish behavior and follows your actions, shoving his hand off your neck.

“Okay,” He pushes you away from him and hops off the bench. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” He first grabs your wrists, hastily working off your gloves before dropping them on the floor. Your coat soon follows, carelessly thrown in the same direction.

Ari twirls you to face the bench, pushing his hips into yours to pin you forward. He bends you over the surface with ease, only stepping back for a moment to yank your pants over your ass and down your legs.

You feel pressure against your cunt as his fingers rub you over your panties, spreading your slick everywhere. “Look at that. Practically see-through with how drenched you got it.” You whine at his taunts, attempting to push back against him to feel more.

He moves his hand to hold onto your hair, firmly pushing your face into the paper-covered bench. He runs his other hand down your back before grabbing a large handful of your ass, groaning at how soft you feel under him.

He forgoes removing your underwear, preferring to just fuck you with your panties shoved to the side.

You feel him slide the tip of his cock up and down your folds, effectively getting himself slicked up in preparation. He experimentally dips in, appreciating the small amount of resistance your body shows him. The feeling of him pushing into you, stretching your cunt to his will, is indescribably overwhelming.

An involuntary moan is knocked out of you as he slowly slides in, causing him to wrap a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You almost forgot where you were.

Each time you think he is all the way in, he just keeps going, sending you keeling as he prods against your walls. His hips fit snuggly against yours when he finally bottoms out, deliciously pressed against your cervix. He stays there for a second, letting you adjust to his size. “You ok?”

You’re deliriously trying to relax around him when you mewl out a half-hearted, “Great.”

He takes that response as a directive to move. You feel his soft lips press against your shoulder before he gently starts to rock himself into you, expertly hitting spots you didn’t even know you had.

He slightly bends his knees as he starts to speed up, fucking himself up into now. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the sound of your fucked out cunt fills the room, surrounding you through every thrust. The paper under you crinkles loudly, sticking to the undersides of your arms as you move around.

“Such a good little doctor,” His whispers are strained, trying to control himself while he’s buried in your tightness. He pushes your back down to angle your ass upwards to thrust impossibly deep inside you. “Letting me her holes as my medicine.” Your eyes prick with tears as he starts snapping his hips at a punishing pace. You can’t help the borderline sob that escapes you when he prods against your cervix, almost feeling him in your stomach.

The walls of your cunt start to tighten around him, throbbing insistently as he continues his vigorous thrusts. You felt it coming, but you weren’t expecting how intense it would be. Heat vibrates through your body as your vision whitens, disorienting all your senses at once. You could barely feel the way your whole body tenses, muscles straining in exhaustion.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuc—” After a couple of stuttered thrusts, Ari fully buries himself inside you before painting your walls with hot cum. You pant together, calming yourselves down before he slips out of you. Before any warm slick could run down your leg, he picks you up and sets you on the bench, grabbing a box of tissues to help clean you up.

“Thanks.” You shyly whisper it as he wipes you up.

He looks up at you with a dazzling smile, “Anytime…”

—

Bonus scene:

Ari lingers at the lion-painted door, fully clothed with his fingers gripping at the handle. He is silently hoping you will stop him before he leaves.

“Wait, Ari,” He hears you call out from behind him, “hold on a sec.” You blindly reach into your discarded white coat, pulling out a pen and one of your signature stickers.

You turn the golden star over and quickly scribble down your number onto the paper before holding it out to him. “Let me know if your condition gets better, ok?”

“Yes ma’am.” He dorkily salutes you before walking out the door with a grin.

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the-garden-of-tulips · 2 years

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fuc

trouble

warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace

summary — act like one get treated like one.

a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)

Jealousy, any man's kryptonite. It was the wrinkles on his sunkissed forehead, death grip around his glass and drowning out the nonsense of the men in front of him. It was some over the top, all out, summer bash that your dad’s company was throwing at some vineyard in the Hamptons. He swears you’d been making heart eyes at a younger man all day but he knew your eyes only ever belonged to him. He felt seventeen again — crushing hard on the girl of his dreams. The girl who made his stomach do somersaults, made his heart beat through his ears— that just made him weak for her.

He wanted to be the one next to you, arm around your waist tucking you into his side. His lips brushing against you as your eyes widened when something caught your interest. He needed a reminder that you were his. So when his steel eyes connected with his favorite doe eyes you knew what he needed— you.

“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.

“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another.

“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.”

Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.

"I need you to see how much I love you."

Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.

Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.

“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.

Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”

Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter.

Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed.

You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise.

“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.

A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.

Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.

“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips.

Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him.

Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to.

“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”

“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.

“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”

Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic.

“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit.

“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke.

You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit.

“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips.

“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth.

“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie.

“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.”

“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned.

A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for, “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”

White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you.

Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him.

“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him.

“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips.

“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before.

Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass.

“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”

“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down.

“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.”

It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down.

Absolutely beautifully wrecked.

Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.

“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.

“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit.

“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you.

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the-garden-of-tulips · 2 years

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lord

Daddy’s girl | Frank Castle x fem!reader

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

Summary Smut without plot. Just Frank giving you exactly what you silently begged for all day long as you teased him over and over when you two finally get home.

Warnings Spanking, explicit content, kind of rough top!Frank, praise kink, oral f!receiving, penetration, Frank is obsessed with how your pussy tastes, sub!reader, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding sex, age gape, reader just celebrated her 22th birthday, masturbation, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean demeanor from Frank from time to time, squirting, overstimulation, tell me if I should add more warnings

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE -18

You moan into Frank’s mouth as he tugs lightly on your hair. “Fuck baby. You’ve been such a whore today. You liked to tease me with this short little skirt, bending over at every opportunity you had to make me see your red lacy pantie, huh?” He dips is head into your neck, licking the skin there before he bites at it roughly, pulling a whimper out of you.

He grabs your head by your cheeks, pushing them together to make you pout and raise your head. “Such a naughty little girl. You better behave from now on if you don’t want me to edge you all night long.” You swallow hard, looking up at him with big doe eyes. “N-No ! I’ll be good, I promise daddy…” he smiles at your obedience, kissing your forehead while he strokes your sides gently. “That’s my good girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good my love.”

A few open-mouthed kisses and all of your clothes being thrown on the floor later and Frank is carrying you to your shared room, his mouth never living yours.

Once he reaches the bed he drops you on the mattress, making it bounce under your weight. He looks at you with lust-filled eyes as he takes your body in, drinking every inch of your skin as if it’s the first time he sees you naked. “God, I’m never gonna get bored with seeing this perfect body. It should be illegal for you to wear clothes, baby.”

He pulls you by your ankles to bring you closer to the end of the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, princess.” He chuckles softly when he notices your furrowed brows. “Come on baby. You didn’t think you would get away with teasing me this easily, did you?” “But you said…” He shushes you quickly, putting his index finger on your pretty lips. “Ssh baby, it’s okay. I know daddy said he would make you feel good, and he will. But not before you get your spanking. That’s what you deserve for making him so hard when you were in a place full of people and he couldn’t touch. You’re going to take your punishment like the obedient little girl you are and then daddy’s going to make you cum, ok?”

You hesitate on pleading your case to him, but decides that you’ll rather take your punishment before you get yourself in more trouble. “Yes daddy, I’m sorry…” he cradles your face in his hands, bending down to give your lips a chaste kiss before standing upright. “I know doll. Now get on all fourth.”

You do exactly as he says and brace yourself for what’s coming. “Gonna make it seven instead of ten since you’re being so obedient now. And you better be counting or I’m gonna start all over again. Okay, you ready?” He caresses your ass cheeks softly while waiting for your answer and give your right one a sharp slap when you give him the go. You hiss a little at the burning sensation before relaxing again when you feel him rub the place he marked soothingly. “One.” He repeats the process again, but this time he slaps your ass harder, making you whimper as you arch your back. “T-Two…”

He finally gives you the last slap and smooth his hand on your ass again. “Seven !” He lets you lay down a bit to get your breath back, brushing your hair with his thick fingers. “You did so well for me, baby. You’re making daddy so proud.”

He kisses you deeply. It’s all teeth and tongue, a bit of your mixed spit dripping down your chin as you lazily kiss him back. Then he kisses your cheek and your jaw, gently nibbling at the spot below your ear that makes you get wetter every time he suckles on it, and start to mark your neck up.

When he feels like he’s done decorating your skin with hickies he makes his way down your body, kissing your tits and sucking on your nipples when he comes around it. He smiles against them as you moan out his name. “Daddy… Please stop teasing me !”

“As you wish, pretty girl.”

He immediately goes to business spreading your legs wide for him and setting between them as he lays down on his stomach. He then hums lowly as he licks one long strip of your pussy from bottom to top after he spread your lips. “You taste so good honey. Could come right there and then just by tasting your sweet cunt.” You bite your lip at the praise, blushing as you feel your wetness drip from your exposed pussy. “Don’t get all shy on me. I’ve seen everything from you baby.”

He goes back to his previous activity and leave open-mouthed kisses on your pussy before you get the chance to talk back to him. You try to grind your pussy against his big nose, but he stops you by pushing your hips back into the mattress, making you whine in disapproval. He then laps at your juices as if he hasn't drank any water in days and suck at your clit while pushing two fingers inside of you. “F-Fuck… Baby ! M’gonna come…!” He doesn’t stop eating you out and drink you up when you come on his tongue, rubbing little circles around your bundle of nerves to help you ride your orgasm out.

You try to get him away from your sensitive pussy by pushing his head when he doesn’t stop eating it, but he just shoves your hand away from him before grabbing your hips to make sure that you’re not going anywhere. “Oh my god… F-Frank stop… S’too much !” “Fucking take it. I’ll eat out your tight little cunt as much as I want, y/n. I’m the one in charge here.” He only gets his lips off of your clit so he can respond to you, but he’s quickly back sucking on it a few seconds later.

You feel the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening yet again before it snaps, cuming so hard that your juices squirt out of your hole. Frank doesn’t lose a beat, quickly getting on his knees and rubbing your clit harshly, making more liquid gush out. “Fuuuucckk !!" You scream as he keeps rubbing you before coming to a stop when he sees tears of pleasure straining your cheeks.

You pant heavily as your walls clench around nothing, spasming with aftershocks. Frank take you in his arms and rocks you slowly while he waits patiently for you to come down from your high. “'S okay. You’re totally fine, baby, I’m right here with you. I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

You eventually come back to reality and grabs his neck to guide his lips to yours. You make out with him slowly, the kisses only getting sloppier by the minute. Your hands starts to wander around, caressing his broad shoulders before going south. You gently touch his pecs, his abs, and his v-line is next. You finally get to where he wants you to touch him the most, grabbing is hard and thick cock in your hand to jerk him off slowly.

He groans at the punishing pace you’re going and starts to thrust into your hand, precum leaking from his slit and smearing in your hand. You quickly fasten your pace, letting him open your mouth to get a finger in it. You moan around it and suck it as you try to focus on pleasing him. “That’s enough baby. Daddy wants to cum in this pretty pussy of yours only.” You nod your head at his words, wanting nothing more than being filled with his hot cum. “You did great, but now it’s time for me to bury my cock deep inside of you. I think you’re stretched out good enough to take me now.”

He lays you back on the bed, hovering you as he rubs the head of his big dick against your folds. “Relax for me, princess. I’m going in.” He enters you slowly, letting you get used to his size as he kisses your neck again.

He finally bottoms you out and doesn’t move for a few seconds. As soon as you nod your head to him, he comes out of your pulsating hole just to push back with a hard but slow thrust. “Fuck… You’re so tight for me, dove. It’s already making me crazy.”

Your pussy squeeze him inside every time he pulls back with a wet squelching sound that would get you flustered if he didn’t fucked you dumb. And just you think this couldn’t get better he starts to fuck you so good that you barely remember your own name. He’s the only thing you’re feeling. Him and only him. His smell, his taste, his touch and his gorgeous body. His vein filled hand squeeze your throat, anchoring you to reality. “Stay with me, baby. No, no no, don’t close your eyes. Look at me, little girl, let me see those pretty eyes of yours.” He coos at you as you force your teary eyes open.

“That’s it baby girl. You just look me in the eyes and everything gonna be okay. Where do you want me to cum? Mh? On your tits?” You vigorously shake your head as you feel yourself get close again. “No? Okay. How about your stomach? Want me to cum on it?” You shake your head again, tears dripping from your eyes. “Oh… You want me to cum in your pussy? That’s it?” He slow down his thrusts, seeing that you don’t answer this time. “No…! no, no no daddy-don't slow down please ! I’m so close” “Then answer me doll. Want me to fill your tight hole?”

“Yes ! Want you to cum deep inside of me and get me pregnant ! Please daddy give it to me… Give me your babies" You cry out as his whole demeanor changes. He grab your legs by the back of your thigh and push them down to bend you in two and angle your hips differently to hit all your good spots every time he pounds his cock into you. “You want a baby? I’ll give you one. Cause everything my sweet girl wants, she gets. Gonna love watch you walk around the house with your big baby bump. You’d like that, huh?" He chuckles softly as you continue to beg for his cum and groan as he feels his stomach tighten.

He starts to rub your clit quickly as he moans. “Cum for me, princess. I want you to milk my cock dry.” He easily sends you over the edge with his thumb on your puffy clit and doesn’t last long before coming too. He fucks his cum into you, making sure it goes deep in your little cunt before slowly riding your highs out.

He stills inside of you after a few minutes and pull his cock out before laying down on the bed and pulling you to him. You rest your head on his chest, still panting slightly, as you feel him slowly massaging your scalp to get you to sleep. “Mh… If you do that I’m gonna fall asleep…” He laughs lowly, making his chest rumble under your head. “That’s the whole point, love. You need to rest. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll clean you up later.” You yawn loudly, covering your mouth with your hand. “Okay… Good night, daddy, I love you.” “Good night, baby girl. I love you too.” You feel him kiss your forehead one last time before drifting off to sleep, too tired to care about the mess you two made on the bed.

You’ll figure something out in the morning.

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Apricot // F. Castle

HELLO EVERYBODY, I’M BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FRANK SMUT. OH BOY, THIS IS MY LONGEST ONE YET. It’s a little different than my previous Frank smut, this one’s a little sweeter, softer, more poetic. I just really fucking love it. I’m gonna go pass out now lol. Hope you guys enjoy!! (Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3) This piece is dedicated to the eternally lovely @mindidjarin <3

TAGS (just a few people that might be interested): @saintmurd0ck @itwasthereaminuteago @grippingbeskar @castlesnchurches

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only. NSFW. Unprotected sex. P in V. Pining. Masturbation. Getting caught masturbating. Swearing. Fingering. Praise. Use of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl etc.)

His hair wasn’t long enough, you realised mid-way through threading your fingers in it. Too short, not enough to tug, not enough curl to it like Frank’s. Whoa, wait. Frank? The thought ripped you away from the guy you’d picked up at the bar; James, Jason? You couldn’t recall, and apparently it didn’t matter because all you seemed to be thinking about was Frank. Since when does that happen?

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Holy lord

➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).

𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned.

“My dad’s gonna come for me!” You burst out tearfully, tiny fists clenching at your sides and nails digging into your palms, “H-He loves me! And… And I’m not scared of you!”

Lloyd yawns, “Honey, this whole heroic act was cute two days ago. But now you’re just boring me.”

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In Heat

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re absolutely desperate for Lloyd Hansen.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: pussy slapping, unprotected p in v, rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, mentions of blood, creampie, a tiny hint at knife play 👀

A/N: We don’t do any plots in here, nothing but filthy smut lmao

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You were in absolute heat.

Such a term was too primal to use, but it was the only word to describe your desperation to get stretched and filled up. You don’t even have an idea what got your libido going— could be the weather, your hormones…could be anything.

Or maybe, it was Lloyd Hansen’s hunger for bloodshed that tripled your lust for flesh.

There was something about his ruthlessness that made your thighs clench. He was so merciless, so fucking bossy and confident that a single glance in your direction had your panties soaked with your wetness.

Sure, Lloyd was a narcissistic sociopath who enjoyed getting what he wanted, whatever the means was.

And you?

You were probably just as fucked up for getting off on Lloyd’s sociopathic tendencies both outside and inside the bedroom.

So, when you heard the bedroom door creak at ten past midnight, you wasted no time to jump on Lloyd’s bones.

Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him down for a hungry kiss. You whined into his mouth when you finally got a taste of him— he tasted like mint and whiskey, it made your head spin.

Lloyd grabbed you by your wrists and pulled you away, however, his smirk was enough affirmation that he loved how desperate you were all of a sudden.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” He asked, licking his swollen lips.

Your eyes were glazed with lust as you looked at him, mouth parted as you panted, “I don’t know, but if you don’t get inside of me I might go crazy.”

Lloyd let you have your way with him and allowed you to lead him onto the bed, pushing him to sit down on the edge. You were quick to strip off all your clothes before straddling him, kissing him roughly while your hands fumbled with the button of his pants.

Lloyd chuckled into your mouth as he reached back to caress your bear ass, rubbing your skin gently before squeezing both cheeks with his rough palms.

“God, you’re fucking soaked.” Lloyd commented, glancing down in between your bodies to see a wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

You shuddered at the friction when you rolled your hips against Lloyd’s clothed erection, “Touch me, please.” You softly pleaded.

Lloyd smirked, landing a hard spank on your ass with one hand before spitting on the other, “My pleasure, sunshine.” He said before spreading his spit against your folds, rubbing your dripping cunt with his fingers.

The high-pitched, wanton whine you let out made Lloyd smile smugly. He slapped your ass again before grabbing onto the side of your neck, keeping you in place as he sped up his fingers.

He watched your face contort in pure pleasure, his eyes traveling from your furrowed eyebrows to your nostrils that flared with every moan, and then down to your parted lips that was glossed with both of your spit.

“Would you look at that, lookin’ like a piece of art.” Lloyd praised before tugging your neck closer so he could lick your mouth.

You rolled your hips against Lloyd’s fingers, needing more than just friction against your clit. You whined and gripped on the material of his tight-fitting shirt for leverage as you continued to move.

“Aww, you close already? Could feel your pussy drenching my fingers.” Lloyd teased, moving his hand away from your cunt.

You nodded as much as you could with Lloyd’s large hand wrapped around your throat, “Please, Lloyd…need to cum, please…” you begged.

Lloyd made a face, his tone patronizing as he talked to you, “You need to cum? Yeah? Your pussy’s throbbing, ain’t it?” He asked before slapping your cunt, making you hiss.

Your moan was cut off when Lloyd kissed you hard, pulling back only slightly to give you a command.

“You’re gonna cum only when I tell you to.” He said and kissed you again the same time he continued slapping your pussy.

Lloyd bit your bottom lip before pressing his nose against your cheek, tightening his grip around your throat as he went on to slap your cunt over and over again.

Whines and squeals filled the room together with the pornographic, wet slaps of his palm against your drenched pussy. You could feel your wetness continue to gush out of you, each slap bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Feel good? You love it don’t you? Love the pain so much that a couple of slaps on your needy cunt gets you going. Fucking slut.” Lloyd grunted, not stopping his assault on your pussy.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from getting even louder. Your thighs were shaking and you could feel your clit getting overstimulated. No matter how much you wanted to close your legs, Lloyd’s thighs were keeping them open as you straddled him.

Lloyd looked down and chuckled at the mess you were making on his pants. His crotch was absolutely soaked with your juices.

“L-lloyd…” you sputtered, “‘m gonna cum…” you hoarsely said.

Lloyd slapped your cunt harder, “Should I make you cum?” He teased.

“P-please…” you choked out.

Lloyd pretended to think for a brief moment before he shrugged, “You know what? I’ll let you cum, go on. Fucking cum on my fingers.” He said and slipped two digits into your cunt with no warning.

The single penetration alone was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a shaky moan as you came, coating Lloyd’s fingers with your cream as your body stilled and allowed your orgasm to take over.

You briefly saw stars when you came, your vision blurring a bit from the way Lloyd was choking you the entire time.

“Atta girl.” Lloyd praised again, helping you get off from him only to push you down on the bed on your back.

Lloyd quickly undressed, releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers. It was swollen, the head almost purple in color from how hard he was. His veins were straining against his shaft— such a sight was enough to make your mouth water.

Lloyd stroked his cock as he kneeled on the bed, eyes trained on your glistening pussy.

“I don’t know what the fuck got you so needy, but I’m loving this, sweetheart.” He said, taking your hips in his strong hands before lifting them high enough for him to get a lick of your cunt.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when Lloyd flattened his tongue against your folds, moaning at your taste. He scooped out the cream that was seeping out of your hole with his tongue, humming before taking your clit into his mouth.

The movements of his tongue against your sensitive nub and the way his mustache was scratching your skin felt like heaven. The contrast of each sensation was enough to spur you even more.

“Want your cock inside of me, Lloyd…” you whined.

Lloyd gave your cunt one last lick before he gently placed your hips back down on the bed, “Do you now, kitten?” He asked and began tapping the head of his cock on your clit.

You moaned and lifted your hips up to feel more. Lloyd chuckled darkly and slapped your breast, “Go on, put it in. Do all the work if you’re so desperate for my cock.” He said.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you hurriedly reached for Lloyd’s cock and jerked it a couple of times before aligning it to your entrance.

Lloyd bent down and gripped the sheets as he watched your dainty hand slowly push his dick into your pussy. You were so wet that even with his size, his cock easily slid inside of you.

The both of you let out a gasp in unison, eyes never leaving each other’s even when you started moving your hips. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Lloyd let out a groan when you reached for his broad shoulders, letting your nails dig deep into his skin as support.

“Go on, fuck yourself on my dick.” Lloyd said, biting his lip as he watched you get drunk on his cock.

Your moans grew louder and your movements faster as your desperation took over. You were moving your hips so fast, the bed sheet was starting to come loose from your rough movements.

Planting your feet on the bed gave you a more stable position, allowing you to easily fuck yourself on Lloyd’s throbbing cock while he remained still, watching you with a smug smirk on his beautiful face.

God, he loved you like that— you were like a woman possessed, so fucking needy for him and him alone. If that didn’t boost his ego to the max, you didn’t know what else would.

Lloyd’s brows furrowed when you clenched around his dick, he moaned out loud before chuckling.

“Look at you, you look like a bitch in heat. I love it.” He said, grinning and exposing his pearly whites at you.

Lloyd closed his eyes and threw his head back, exposing his throat. You took it as an opportunity to sit up and suck on his neck, swirling your tongue before nipping at the skin.

You were humbled so quickly when Lloyd slapped your face, “What did I say about marking me, sunshine? That’s a fuckin’ no no.” He threatened through gritted teeth.

You winced at the sting of his slap, your hips slowing down a bit while you recovered. You licked at your bottom lip and was immediately welcomed by the tangy taste of your blood.

“Do it again.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes at Lloyd.

He seemed taken aback at first, but he had to admit, he was impressed. Lloyd hummed before slapping you again, making your busted lip bleed even more. Before you could even lick at it, Lloyd had beaten you to it when he bent down to kiss you roughly.

He moaned into your mouth as he brought his body down to press against yours. Then, finally, he began to actually fuck you.

The closeness lasted for mere seconds before Lloyd straightened up. Grabbing onto your hips, he slightly lifted your ass off from the bed so he could properly angle his hips in a way that his cock would hit your sweet spot with each thrust.

Lloyd focused his gaze on your cunt, watching it gape each time he slid his cock into you until he was balls deep. You were so wet that your cream was forming a ring around the base of his shaft, the sight made Lloyd harder.

“Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum and you’re gonna take every single drop.” Lloyd groaned and fucked you harder and faster, like your lungs was getting punched with every thrust.

Lloyd slapped your breast again before pinching your nipple, twisting it with his fingers the same time he gave one particular thrust that had turned your vision into white.

Your surroundings blurred out and you were deafened by a loud ringing noise when you came hard. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the way your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. The pleasure ran all the way from your core down to your limbs and fingertips— it almost felt like electricity coursed through your veins.

It was Lloyd’s breathy grunts that brought you back, followed by the warm feeling of his release painting your walls.

Your walls fluttered against his pulsating cock, milking him dry until you felt him soften inside of you. Lloyd’s hand was on your throat, holding you loosely as he pulled out from your abused cunt.

Lloyd sat back on his haunches, his muscular chest rising heavily as he caught on his breath. His hand kept your legs open, caressing your skin before gently running his thumb down your slit.

You whimpered and threw an arm over your eyes, calling out his name weakly.

“Pussy’s all puffy for me, fuckin’ slut.” Lloyd laughed, slapping your thigh before he got up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” You managed to croak out when you heard Lloyd moving around the room.

When you lifted your head up, he was already closing the drawer right across the bed.

He turned to you with a grin as he twirled around a knife— his favorite pocket knife.

“Nowhere, sweetheart. Just getting ready for round two.”

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On My knees as well🫢

Steve

Summary: Steve’s never had a blowjob and could you really consider yourself a friend if you didn’t suck his dick?

Warnings: 18+, praise kink?, oral m!receiving, smut

“You’ve never…” your words dying down as you waved your hands for emphasis, letting the silence fill the gaps of your question.

Steve cheeks darkened under your gaze and he licked his bottom lip before answering. “Well, I’ve been busy.” His excuse seeming lame to him when they fell from his lips but it was true. Captain America and all that. He took another sip of his drink.

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His Sunshine - Lloyd Hansen

summary: No one disrespects his baby and gets away with it.

warnings: smut! daddy kink, spit kink, degradation, praise, unprotected p n v (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 2,609

a/n: Hii, this is my very first time writing anything like ever so pls be nice ! its not that good but being my first time i think its okay! hope you all enjoy :)

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To the outside world Lloyd could be classified as a sociopath, given his lack of empathy for anyone that stands in his way. However, there is another side to this deliciously unhinged man. A side that no one gets to see. Except for you of course. To you Lloyd is as soft as a feather. He would do absolutely anything for you. So when someone blatantly disrespects you and your relationship with him, lets just say, it doesn’t end well for whoever thought they could cross that line.

The day started pretty normal, you woke up before Lloyd, laying there admiring his sleeping form. “I can feel you staring sunshine” he said with a raspy morning voice. “Can’t help it bub you’re just so pretty.” You’re mornings together usually go like this. He turns over and looks at you, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, that look that no one will ever get to see outside this bedroom. “Not as pretty as you angel,” he says making you blush. He never fails to make you weak in the knees. There’s something about him being able to go from absolutely ruthless to a lovesick mess that makes your heart swell. You both get up to start the day, after taking a shower together you head downstairs to make breakfast for the two of you. Given the size of the house, his men are always lurking around. As you walk into the kitchen you spot a few of them, one man imparticuar shoots you a look you can’t decipher, it immediately makes you uncomfortable. You brush it off for the moment, focusing on breakfast for you and your husband. However, you can feel the mans gaze on you the entire time.

Lloyd finally enters the kitchen, making you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding in. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist placing a series of kisses on your neck. Lloyd has never been shy about PDA. He likes making sure everyone knows you belong to him. “Looks great sunshine, thank you” he said smiling at you. You duck your head, feeling shy at his praise. He chuckles, knowing the effect he has on you. You both eat breakfast in a comfortable silence. After you both finish cleaning up, Lloyd gets a phone call. You can tell whatever it is, it already set him off. He strides over to you, with his hands on your hips he says “I’ll be back in a few hours angel. Have to take care of some business.” You’ve been with him long enough to know what that means. His job never bothered you. It probably should have, but the love you have for him is so strong, none of that mattered. You sigh slightly to hide your disappointment, “I thought I’d have you to myself today baby” you said, “I know pumpkin, but you know these morons can’t get anything done without me” he says with a small laugh, trying to ease your now slightly sour mood. You look up at him and smile, “I know honey, none of them can do it like you” you say with a wink. He pulls you in to kiss you passionately, not giving a single fuck about anyone who was watching. When he pulls away he says in a playful tone “I’ll see ya later pretty girl, promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back” throwing you a wink before walking out to conduct his work in his office.

Hours pass and you are starting to get anxious. You miss him when he’s working, but you know better than to interrupt whatever tourture is going on behind the doors of his office. However, today you’re feeling quite adventurous. You skip up to your shared bedroom and put on your mans favorite light blue lingerie set, knowing that it drives him crazy. You slip on a short tight bodycon dress of the same color over it. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you smirk knowing this would grab his attention with no problem.

You saunter over to the other side of the house where his office is located. Knocking lightly on the door, one of the newer boys answers the door looking a little scared. “Uh-uh Mrs. Hansen, I apologize but he’s busy at the moment” with that you hear your husband say “Let my wife in, unless you want to be on the receiving end of this gun.” You smirk at the boy and push into the room. Lloyd rakes his eyes over your body, letting out a low groan at your appearance, “oh sunshine, whats all this?” he says knowing exactly what your’re doing and loving it. “Was just missing you sweetheart” you say looking up at him through your lashes, giving him that oh so innocent look he loves so much. “All this for me doll?” “Of course daddy only the best for you,” you say knowing that would get him riled up. Lloyd stares down at you holding eye contact for who knows how long. You can tell he’s trying to decide his next move. Before he can proceed with you, the man from this morning takes it upon himself to break up your little moment with your husband. “We don’t have time for this Lloyd, dismiss your little toy and lets get this done.” Lloyd whips his head around to face the man who was about to regret opening his mouth. “What did you just say?” The man digs himself into a deeper hole by rolling his eyes and scoffing to his boss, “You heard me. Your little bitch here is a distraction, not to mention shes seen too much already.” Lloyd continues to glare at the man for a second before saying “Do I need to remind you of who I am asshole? Nobody disrespects my wife and lives to utter another word.” He catches the man off guard with a hand to his throat and makes him face you, “apologize to my girl before I cut out your tongue and make you eat it.” The man is now shaking slightly, “I’m sorry Mrs. Hansen,” he says flatly still not understanding the gravity of the situation he got himself into. Lloyd rolls his eyes and throws the man into a chair next to his desk. He nods over the other men in the room “Tie. Him. Up.” he says darkly. The men rush to do as he says. “This is gonna be fun” he chuckles. Lloyd strides back over to you and cups your face in his large hands, “You okay pretty girl?” he asks with concern lacing his tone. “I’m okay baby.” Lloyd looks back othe to the man now tied to his chair, then back to you, “Now before I put a bullet in the back of this morons head, what do you say we give him a little show darlin?” His words go straight to your core, sending a shiver down your spine, you match his smirk and nod your head timidly “anything for you daddy” he smiles and shakes his head “that’s my girl.” He motions to the rest of his men that are still occupying the room, all frozen at the scene in front of them, “the rest of you out. Now.” They clear the room in a heartbeat, leaving the three of you.

Lloyd circles the man currently tied up in the corner of his office, “Now, before the inevitable happens here, you’re gonna watch me fuck my perfect little wife, watch me claim her.” He then walks over to you and grabs your hand, brining you over to his desk, lifting you effortlessly to sit on top of it. Standing between your legs, hands on your hips “You sure this is okay angel?” he asks, the way his voice switches between dark and vicious to soft and sweet turning you on even more. You nod your head at him to let him know you want this. “Gonna need you to use your words sunshine,” “Yes daddy, I want this.” He sends you a dark yet sweet smile “good girl.” He leans in to kiss you, it starts off slow but you can tell hes holding himself back. You pull away from him to say “I want you baby, don’t hold back, please.” He chuckles a little and nods “whatever you say princess.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He crashes his lips in to yours making you gasp, he immediately slips his tongue into your mouth making you moan against him as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hand make their way down to you ass squeezing hard making you tighten your hold on him. “Please” you breathe out to him, not entirely sure what your begging for you just want him to touch you. “Please what angel? Use your words for me bunny.” You whine out “please daddy, touch me, fuck me, anything” he slides his hands down to your thighs and sneaks his way up the bottom of your dress. He then notices the bit of lingerie peaking out “oh sweetheart you shouldn’t have” you giggle sweetly “just for you daddy.” He pulls your dress off leaving you in your skimpy lingerie that he loves oh so much. He moves his head into your neck, sucking and kissing, making sure to leave marks. He brings his hand between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of you already. He slides your panties to the side to feel for himself just how wet you are. “Oh sugar you really do love this don’t you? Such a little slut for me right?” You throw your head back trembling already “yes daddy such a slut for you, just for you.” He retracts his hand, earning a slight whine from you, “patience angel.” He then brings two of his fingers to your awaiting mouth, “suck,” and you do eagerly. He brings his saliva covered fingers back down and runs them through your already dripping folds.

He brings his free hand up to your throat. Squeezing slightly, not enough to hurt you he’d never do that to his angel, but just enough to bring your eyes back to his. Holding eye contact with you he slips his fingers into you with ease. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a loud moan that goes straight ot Lloyds dick. He looks over to the man in the corner of the room, having forgot about him for a second. Something about seeing him hold eye contact with the man while he was knuckles deep inside you sent you over the edge. “Daddy I’m gonna cum- please - please can i cum?” He whips his head over to you, “cum angel- cum all over my fingers baby.” With that, you let go, head thrown back, letting out a loud moan “oh- oh god yes daddy- fuck.” He slowly removes his fingers from you and brings them up to his lips, locking eyes with you as he sucks his fingers clean.

Coming down from your high you bring your hands down to fumble with his belt. You finally get his pants unbuttoned and slip your hand into his boxers to feel him. “You see what you do to me angel?” you moan at that, knowing that you effect him just as much as he does you. He turns the the man and growls “Hope you’re enjoying the show buddy, probably the last thing you’re gonna see.” That makes you groan, how hot he sounds when he’s threatening someone for you. He tugs his pants off impossibly fast making his dick slap against his stomach, not being able to wait any longer, needing to be buried deep inside you. You run your hands up his chest, scratching lightly. He brings his hand to lift your chin up and pull you into a kiss, this one is different its rough, full of need and urgency. With his lips still locked to yours, he bring his cock to your entrance, catching you off guard. He pulls away and places his hands on your hips, checking on the man once more, then back to you, “look at him sunshine, probably hard in his pants watching me put my claim on you. Probably wishes he could be in my position right?” He looks back over to the man, “such a shame, he won’t live long enough to even use his dick again” he says darkly.

Coming back to you, he lines himself up with your dripping hole, slamming himself inside you with no warning, making you scream, “oh fuck baby, you’re so big daddy” “I know angel - i know. But you can take it right? I know you can. My good girl.” He can feel your legs shaking under him. His motions are slow and hard at first, driving you insane. “More baby please i need more” you plead to him. He changes his pace, now slamming into you with fast hard strokes, nearly splitting you in two. He hits that sweet spot with every thrust. Bringing one of his hands back to your throat, he taps your bottom lip with his thumb, “open” he says sternly, you obey and open your mouth for him, he spits right into your mouth making you throw your head back and moan loudly. “Such a slut for me, my perfect little wife, so beautiful angel.” He can tell your close, he is too. “ Feel ya squeezing me doll, milking my cock so good baby, so tight” “it's so good daddy, i'm so close baby, let me cum please daddy i need it” you beg him so sweetly. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely, sweetheart? Go ahead baby cum on my cock, show this asshole what he'll never have.” With that you let go squirting all over him, screaming “Oh f-fuck” throwing your head back as he works you through your orgasm, “daddy please cum for me, fill me up, i need it so bad baby.” That sends Lloyd over the edge his grip on your hips tighten as he throws his head back, he spills himself inside you, you moan at the feeling and breathe out “thank you daddy” coming down from his own high he presses his forehead to yours, breathing heavily, “you’re welcome sunshine, you were such a good girl for daddy.”

He slowly pulls out of you making you whine at the loss of him inside you. He watches his cum drip out of you and groans at the sight, bringing his fingers to push it back into you, then brings those skilled fingers to his lips and sucks, “hmmm we taste so good together baby.” he wraps you in his button down shirt that was thrown across the room in your rush to get him inside you. “Lets get you out of here and cleaned up, then I’ll deal with this little disgrace,” you look up at him sweetly, “can i stay daddy please?” he cups your face in his hands ready to protest this little idea, “oh angel- i don't know, you shouldn’t have to see that pretty girl.” you assure him “i want to please baby?” batting your eyelashes at him, knowing he can't resist. He chuckles “you’re something else babygirl, i love you so much” you giggle knowing you got your way as you always do with him. “I love you so much more daddy.”

Fin.

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the-garden-of-tulips · 2 years

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ruin you

summary || you think this failed mission is Lloyd’s fault. Lloyd thinks you need to learn some fucking manners.

warnings || dom!Lloyd . dom/sub dynamics. hate fucking. power imbalance. unprotected sex. creampie. degradation. praise kink. humiliation. daddy kink. wall sex. corruption kink. choking. filthy Lloyd. asshole Lloyd. brat tamer Lloyd. a lot of dirty talk. dacryphilia. petnames. horny thots. enemies to lovers. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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“This is all your fault!” You huffed as you carelessly deposited your sack on the floor. “My fault?” Lloyd squinted his eyes calculatingly. “Yes! We had Six but because of your arrogance and your inability to control your anger, we lost him!” You pressed your fingers to your aching head.

“I didn’t hear you. Say it again.” He sarcastically pressed a hand to his ear to hear better. His eyes were shining with pure malice and you took a step back in shock. You knew he was a bit crazy, but this behaviour was absolutely insane. Now you knew why he was fired from the agency this early.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fight. I just wanna get this job done and I’m sure you want that too.” You sighed as you headed towards your room in the vast penthouse. It was Lloyd, everything had to be grand, even the nightly stay.

“But that doesn’t mean I can let you talk to me like that.” The command in his voice made a shiver run down your spine. “I told you I don’t wanna fight, but that also doesn’t mean that you can look down on me. I’m an agent, and I’ve lasted in the agency much longer than you, so if someone is superior, it is me.”

“Oh really? Because if that was true, then your ‘agency’ wouldn’t have come to me begging on their knees to catch a fucking rogue.” He added fingers quotations. You knew angering him wasn’t a good option, but you were furious. “You know what Lloyd? Fuck you!”

You were about to walk away and relax in your room, but your plans were thwarted when you found Lloyd’s hand around your throat. He truly travelled with lightning speed as he pressed you against the wall. You couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping your lips.

His face lightened with a knowing smirk and you closed your eyes in shame. It was a dirty fantasy buried deep inside you, or so you had thought. Lloyd was handsome, despite that trashstache, or rather with it. And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasised about him for the last few nights.

“Didn’t know you were in such freaky shit.” He whispered in your ear. You chewed on your lip and tried looking anywhere but his eyes. “Look at me.” He pressed his fingers into your jaw and turned your head towards him. “Do you like this?” You just shrugged at his question. “I’m serious.”

What you didn’t expect him to do was press his hard length against your leg to show just how serious he was. “Oh.” You gasped. “Yeah. So you like it? Cuz I have some ideas.” He comically winked and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t in this position.

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it just fine. “Not so uptight now huh?” You gulped as you already knew you were going to get the ride of your life. You gasped like a fish when he quickly turned you around and held you to the wall by your shoulders.

“Arch that back for me baby.” His words were a cruel mockery, and yet you were getting off on it. You did as he said and he pulled your pants down, revealing your ass to him. He ran his huge palm over your butt and hummed thoughtfully. “Now daddy’s gotta discipline you baby. Hold tight.”

That was all the warning you got before his hand came crashing down on your ass. You squirmed in the place, but he held your tighter. “I told you to stay still, do you wanna five more by being a brat?” You couldn’t really remember if he said that, but he tried your best nevertheless.

He smacked your other cheek and you bit your lip to stop the whimper from spilling through. Your face was pushed to the side and he clear saw that. “I wanna hear you scream.” He whispered in your ear before spanking you in quick succession. His signet ring was leaving behind a cool impression. “Oh my god Lloyd!”

“I didn’t hear that. Say it again. And this time, say it right.” He repeated his previous words. Your fingers uselessly curled onto the wall and each slap to your rear was sending electric pleasure up your nerves. Lloyd wasn’t a name to be moaned so it was better to call him what he wanted. And you definitely hadn’t thought about it before, nope.

“I’m sorry daddy!” You squealed. Your ass was positively burning by now and you were loving the buzz. He pressed his fingers on your heated cheek as he purposely squeezed it. “Hmm. Now that’s a good girl. You gotta remember that you aren’t the superior here. All I have to do is spank that bratty ass of yours and you turn into daddy’s whore.”

His lewd words were making you feel things you couldn’t possibly describe. There was a joy in submission that you hadn’t ever felt before and likely wouldn’t ever feel after. “Aww are you getting all shy one me? I bet you’re fucking wet like a slut down there, aren’t you?”

His fingers dipped into your folds and you moaned when his fingers rubbed over your swollen clit. “I thought you had better manners than that. No worries though, I’ll teach you. When I ask you something, you answer. Now be a good girl and say, yes daddy.”

“Yes daddy.” You followed his order. You spread your legs further apart to give him better access as he rubbed your folds. He rubbed tight circles over your sensitive nub and you shuddered. He ensured you were thoroughly wet before entering you with two thick fingers.

Your legs shook as he set a hard pace in fingering you. You tried holding onto the smooth wall before curling your fingers in his navy blue jacket. He pumped his fingers fast and hard and you could hear the lewd noise it made. “You hear that squelch? I really think you wanted this to happen.” He mocked.

His hand had slipped down to your hips and he was holding you in position as he fucked you with his fingers. Your entire body was shaking with the precision of this act. He scissored his fingers and you moaned out. He pulled out his fingers before you could cum and you leaned your head against the wall.

You could hear the distinct sound of unzipping and his groans as he pulled out his cock to rub against your folds. He slathered your slick clinging on his fingers to his cock before pushing into you. He didn’t go easy this time and pushed in a single stroke, making you lose balance.

Your eyes rolled back at the stretch as this was probably the thickest cock you’d ever had. You knew his fingers were going to leave bruises behind as he held you tight while ramming into you like a man possessed. His heavy grunts and moans were music to your ears.

“Good girl.” Your breath hitched at his praise. “Taking my fat cock so well, as if you were made just for it.” His thrusts were unrelenting and hard. “You shouldn’t worry your pretty little head going after big cases when you can do just this, keep my cock warm.”

You were standing on your tip toes and you could feel his pants against your heated ass and all this only added to the sensations crawling up your spine. Lloyd was nailing your spot perfectly and fucking little whimpers and moans out of you.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release and you clenched down on Lloyd. “Are you gonna cum, princess? You gonna cum on daddy’s cock? I can feel you squeezing my cock so well. Go ahead and cum for me baby.”

You hadn’t ever thought you’d cum on command, but here you were writhing on Lloyd’s cock. Your entire body trembled and you probably babbled nonsense as you rode the high of your orgasm. You felt like a firecracker set by Lloyd.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna keep you full and dripping with me.” He gave a shout as he came inside you while you were still riding the aftershocks. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he started losing rhythm of his thrusts and settled deep within you.

You both panted hard as you stood still without moving. You could feel his cum leaking from the side of his cock despite it plugging you up. You let out a long breath as he pulled out slowly. You leaned your head against the wall thinking this was over, but how wrong you were.

Lloyd bent a little and spread your folds apart to see his cum dripping out of you. He dipped his fingers in the mess and you squirmed with sensitivity. He swapped up the mixture of his cum and your slick and brought it front of your mouth and obediently let him push it past your lips.

“Good girl. Just one session and you’re learning so well.” You closed your eyes and mindlessly sucked. You didn’t even realise that a few tears had slipped past your eyes until Lloyd licked the tear tracks. “But you have so much to learn, and the night’s still young.”

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the-garden-of-tulips · 2 years

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Ari🥵

faint promises

pairing - dadsbestfriend!ari levinson x (f)reader

summary - you’ve been hooking up with your dads best friend for a while and when you see him at your family barbecue you shouldn’t be surprised that he wants to get you alone

warnings - (18+) smut, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, light anal play, unspecified age gap, feels, choking, dirty talk and petnames

word count - 2.4k

a's notes - this has been sat in my docs for over a month, pretty certain this is awful but imma post it anyway because why not

It was simple, chilled- even. Only a few neighbours milling around, your job has been refilling drinks so you’re taking another scan just as he walks in. It’s not as cliche as everyone stops, because conversations only lull slightly as people take notice of his demanding presence, but for you, it seems the world ceases to spin.

He doesn’t have to look to sense your eyes on him and you don’t need to be told that he’s going to find you.

Moving gracefully to your father, Ari welcomes him in a hug. Ari isn’t the usual built guy you see, he isn’t just tall and a bit muscly. The thing with him is that he makes those kinds of guys look small, your dad for instance who is not small by any means is engulfed in those bear-like arms. You swallow. Yeah, Ari doesn't even know the meaning of small, unless it's you; and in those cases he never even cares, gruff moans echo in your ears, “Tight little pussy, fuck, baby. But you’re gonna let me break her, ‘cause I know how bad you want all of me inside that sweet little hole.”

They're looking at you. Both pairs of male eyes honed in on you. Your dad looks proud, your gaze flicks to his best friend- proud isn’t the word you’d choose. Perhaps more, predatory, with a speck of awe, if you give yourself that credit. Either way, your dad extends an arm and you walk over, trying to convince yourself that you don’t feel like you’re treading towards the danger.

“Hey sweetheart, I was just telling Ari about your results,” his pride beaming through his teeth. You smile back, sweeping your gaze to him, who’s watching you intently and unnervingly. An awkward laugh clears your throat and you look between the two, unsure of what to say, speaking about yourself has never been a strong subject.

“Yeah, I hear congratulations are in order.” he leans down, “I ‘spose that means you deserve a big reward.” His words are clear for your dad to hear and laugh, not sensing the double meaning, the one which you can hardly breathe through.

You have to look away from those piercing blue eyes, knowing they’ll track your hands wringing the soft material of your dress, how they’ll absorb your cheeks that seem set alight, heated- burning. Fortunately, your dad picks up the conversation again and you feel free enough to make a weak excuse, a polite farewell to the beast. As you almost skipped into the house it was like you could hear it in the way his eyes followed you: you don’t think you’re getting away that easily, do you?

The sun has been relentless today, it’s nice to be outside but it’s impossible without a cold drink. The iced cocktails have been going down well, looking around the garden to see if there are any that need topping up. Seeing a few you head inside to get the pitcher. Cutting up some more fruit as you cool down in the shade.

You hadn’t seen Ari for a minute, not that you were searching. But it’s almost impossible to miss him so you’re confused how he’s escaped your gaze. Maybe his in the bathroom. Maybe he went home… he wouldn’t have gone home without saying goodbye, would he? It’s not like he owes it to you, you’re not together but surely you don’t mean nothing. Surely you warrant a goodbye, surely-

“Found you.” he rumbles.

You blink. Caught.

You turn slightly and see him in the doorway, his frame practically the same size as it. His hands are dug deep in his pockets and his eyes are raking over you, you wonder how long he’s been standing there. Shaking your head lightly you turn back to your task, trying as best as possible to ignore him. You and Ari might not be together but you know what he wants and if you play your cards right, you’re going to get what you want too.

Staring down at the lemon in your hand you begin to slice the steel through it, “Didn’t know you were looking for me.” it’s mechanic as you move, cut and slice then turn, cut and slice then put the fruit in the drink. It’s grounding. It’s humiliating that just a conversation with your dad’s best friend means you need to ground yourself in order to be normal.

He chuckles, “Princess, you know I’m always looking for you.”

He says it so casually, throws it in there as if it’s easy to hear. And it is, it’s so easy to hear but it’s slowing your brain, clogging something inside you like honey. The sound of his boots on the floor tells you he’s coming closer.

Like a brick wall up against your back, he stands behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders and running down your arms. He puts the knife down and leans his head down, long hair ticking your ear, “How about we find some place more…” a beat, “private.”

You should’ve remembered that Ari doesn’t really do private. The side of your house, during a family barbeque, is about as private as Ari gets.

“Ari slow down, I- oh fuck,” you fight against your eyes which are trying to roll back, “No, I- fucking, I’m gonna come, you, I can’t,” he never falters, abusing your sweet spot and smiling down at the cockdrunk look on your face.

There’s a smirk on his lips and sin dancing in his eyes, “What sweetheart? You can’t come in front of all these people?” his words shared in the tight space between your two melting bodies. At the start of this, you thought he was kidding; you should’ve never underestimated your dad’s best friend. “Last time I checked, you were my good girl and good girls come for their daddy.”

Oh god.

One of his fingers, from the hand, splayed over your ass, drifts until it finds that untouched puckered hole and its faint promise is enough to have you squirting all over both of you.

“There’s my girl, such a good girl for her daddy. That’s it, fuck.” His voice is gravelly and like molasses and it coats your shaking body. The orgasm pulls on the strings of your limbs, you tighten up and as the band snaps it's like you melt. You’re completely powerless as it rocks your body.

Ari watches you; he can’t take his eyes off of you.

Thick fingers pass through your open lips, stopping too much noise from escaping. “I know baby, gotta keep quiet for me.” he places a tender kiss on your damp forehead and slows his thrusts.

Blinking up at him, as the intense pleasure fades to the constant thrum of pleasure you find with him, you tug at his neck and he gets the message. When his lips meet yours it's softer. There's still that inescapable heat but you know from this kiss he’s thanking you, just as you are thanking him.

You smile as you break the kiss, leaning up to his ear you whisper, “Put a baby in me, daddy.”

You can feel his cock throb in your cunt as his eyes flutter shut as he rests his forehead on yours. As if he’s composing himself- he is. No one has ever turned him on, made him so quick to resort to his basic instincts, the way you do. And you do it so effortlessly.

It wasn’t on purpose and it wasn’t thought through but his fingers slip out of you mouth, glistening in your spit- he makes a show of holding them in front of your face, like it's the evidence of his power over you, it is- and his hand wraps delicately around your throat before tightening, leaving you with no air, no voice, just a clear view of him.

Then he starts to thrust.

Compared to now, the way he fucked you before seemed like a gentle pummelling. But after hearing your sweet little beg, he let loose and it might be the first time you’d had the divine pleasure of seeing him in all his unleashed glory.

He was selfish. There was nothing in his mind apart from hedonism. The very thing he has stayed away from, kept himself from, is in his greedy hands and for once he isn’t holding back. In a sick way the bruises you could feel puncturing your skin and the collar he drew around your throat would fuel your own need for power. They would become reminders of how you could reduce the intimidating, seemingly indifferent man into the animalistic one that is using you.

You don’t dare ask him to slow down, if you did you’re not certain he’d hear you.

Despite his self absorbed behaviour, it’s like your body draws the sensations from his own and you realise you’re already on the precipice again. Ari’s grunts into your hair are as unrelenting as his hips, the deep vibrations making you concerned that someone from the party might come and find you in this compromising position.

Voicing your concerns he replies with a chuckle, “Oh honey, you really think I’ll stop if someone sees us? God, I really have fucked you stupid haven’t I?”

You reach a hand up to tug on his hair and bring his lips down to your own, trying to conceal both your noises as much as possible. But it's entirely futile, the noise that your slick creates when Ari’s thighs slap against your own is enough of a sign as to what is going on.

His balls are slapping against you at every thrust and you’re almost certain you’re going to come and not be able to warn him. He alternates his movements, from faster and shallow to pulling all the way out and pushing in so deep you choke. There is so much control in the way his body moves and it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

The smell of food from the party focuses you back on reality and humiliatingly brings you closer to coming. It’s like he can sense this, his eyes meeting your shut ones, whispering mockingly, “What would your dad say if he saw you like this, huh? His precious little daughter, creamin’ all over my cock. You proud of yourself, honey?” taunting and cruel your eyes well up with poorly concealed emotion.

Unknowingly your lips pout, staring up at him, craving his security. The sight pushes him closer to his own orgasm, which has been steadily wrapping a tight coil up his spine, no matter how hard he’s tried to stave it off. He pushes a thumb into your mouth, which you immediately welcome. The sensation of your tongue curving around the digit has his hips stuttering. “God you’re fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbles, resting his head in your neck.

His hips speed up, the tip of him meeting your cervix repeatedly. The spikes of pain just make you clench harder around him.

You grapple with his shirt, his hair, anything to ground yourself and pull you closer into him. “I want you to come, please Ari-” he slaps your ass, adding to his collection of signatures on your body, “Daddy, wan’ you to come, please-” your whiny, fucked out voice commands those mind-numbingly deep thrusts, the ones that make you want to dissolve into a puddle because the pleasure is too much.

And Ari, he’s too close this time, desperation clawing away at him, he knows that he’s not going to be able to stop this time- not when you feel like a vice melded around him. His thumb slips from your mouth, you don’t watch its descent, instead focusing your gaze on your dad’s best friend.

The brown strands of hair are messy and tangled, a result of your own digits winding their way through. His dark brows are furrowed, trying to contain himself and centre his attention on the feeling of you.

Before you can take in any more of him you feel the thick digit that you once held in your mouth, rubbing over your other hole, your own saliva helping it push its way through into you. Wide eyes stare up at Ari and he smiles, an expression which quickly drops into shock as he realises that he can feel himself, through you.

A full body shudder wracks your body, his thumb pumping in and out of you. Both of you can taste how close you are to coming, but when you clench around his thumb Ari lets go.

The fire pooling low in his abdomen releases and his teeth drop onto your shoulder. There was no other choice but to bite down into your skin, he needed to muffle his noises. The groans vibrate into you and you can feel the evidence of his orgasm leaking out around his cock, which is still plugged into your hole. His spend dripping and leaking, your cunt clenching around him to keep it in.

His hips still move, just barely, as his balls throb beneath him. You’re both shaking. Way too fucked out to do anything you remain in his arms as you both come down.

With a final curse, Ari lifts his head, meeting your droopy eyes. You both smile when you make eye contact, shaky laughs shared in secret at the way the both of you looked. Messy hair, raw lips and heavy eyelids, not to mention the fact that Ari is still inside you- in two places- and neither of you can string a sentence together. It’s hilarious to both of you, completely drunk on each other and overwhelmingly happy because there is nowhere you’d rather be.

Ari is gentle when he pulls out, first his thumb slinks out and then his cock, covered in your shared arousal. He kisses away your whines and praises you constantly. Drip feeding you compliments and movements fuelled by adoration. He takes good care of you and makes sure you can stand before he lets go. You can for a second and when you almost fall over his hands stick to your waist, smiling and whispering “‘ve got you, sweetheart.”

You know he has and you know he always will.

Ari takes you back inside and helps you get ready for a shower. Checking up on you and hardly leaving your side. It’s nice. It lets you forget that this is a less-than-normal situation.

You and he haven’t discussed where you both stand but when you step out of the shower and see him placing a plate of fruit and glass of water on your desk you feel relatively secure. Sure that could change but you know Ari and you know he doesn’t treat you the same as everyone else, and for the moment that’s enough.

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The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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Lloyd was admiring his bicep as he did his curls and looked up, expecting you to be doing the same.

Instead, you were taking selfies and posting on social media.

You didn’t think that it would be a problem, since he said that he wanted you to sit there and look hot, so you were documenting the fact.

Lloyd loudly put the barbell down, stood up, and grabbed your unoccupied hand, dragging you down the hall to the bedroom.

“I-“

“Shut up and keep scrolling. Better yet, record a video.”

But you dropped your phone as he pulled your new Ivy Park workout top over your head and threw you on the bed.

“Pick. The fucking phone up. And record.”

Lloyd’s menacing tone was harsh, but you smirked and did as you were told, documenting him stripping off his Moncler muscle shirt.

“Not my face.”

His rude growl only turned you on as did his menacing advance. You made sure only to document his body.

He lay down beside you and looked into your eyes.

“Now use your photography skills…”

He smirked under his mustache.

“To capture what my mouth does. Get that perfect shot.”

Lloyd was mocking you now.

And his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You moaned and moved to grab his hair, and about to forget your phone.

“Ah ah ah,” said Lloyd around your nipple.

“Take your fucking pictures. Drop that phone and I kick your ass out on the street.”

With that, he grabbed your other breast and started rolling and pinching that nipple.

You tried to keep recording, because Lloyd was paying you a lot to be his “intern,” his dick game was A+, and you might have been starting to catch feelings despite him being a trash human.

Lloyd was doing such a good job that you were ruining the $200 thong which was part of your work uniform, but you managed to keep your camera trained on what his mouth was doing. This would make a great video to watch later.

You were doing okay, until Lloyd shoved his hands down your leggings. You slammed your legs together, which earned a pinch on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise.

It only made you wetter. Lloyd pulled off your nipple with a pop.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Your legs readily fell open, giving Lloyd access to your most private parts. His fingers parted the plump lips of your cunt only to find you quite slippery.

Lloyd gave you a demented smile.

“Oh, you fucking little slut. You’re so wrapped up in yourself instead of doing your JOB, which is me, that you’re wet at this. You little whore. Open those fucking legs wider.”

You followed orders and Lloyd delivered three sound slaps to your clit as he started to bite and suck your nipple again.

Lloyd’s depraved words and the erotic sting of the slaps got you close. You’d learned your first day on the job as Lloyd choked you as he fucked you raw: You liked that shit.

“Don’t drop that fucking phone.”

You readjusted it, recording your own humiliation with a trembling hand. You couldn’t wait to see this video.

Lloyd got up and stripped off his matching shorts, then grabbed your leggings and roughly pulled them down your legs, scratching your thighs.

You filmed him marking you up.

His massive cock was weeping against his stomach, and you wiggled in anticipation as you pointed the phone at it.

“Now, get this and it better not be jumpy. Capture my cock ruining your pathetic tiny little pussy.”

You leaned up on your elbow to get a better angle of Lloyd’s cock at the entrance to your cunt. You could feel his head pounding as you opened your legs wider as if that would help.

He brutally shoved his cock into your dripping hole, and your phone captured your ragged moan at the brutal stretch and delicious pain.

“FUUUUCCCKKKK!”

Lloyd was loud as he entered you.

“I swear the only reason I keep your ass around is this fucking gash. Right. Here.”

You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you to the point that your juices frothed.

“Yeah, get that fucking whipped cream, you slut. Make sure the picture is clear.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you did a pretty good job of getting all the action, proud that he wanted this for his private pleasure. You just knew that he missed you when you weren’t there.

Lloyd’s hands were gripping your hips and causing bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for the camera, slut. Come all over my giant cock.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to record your pelvis in motion as you fluttered around him. You’d collapsed flat on your back but held the camera up as Lloyd pulled out and came on your torso, jacking off silently, and without any emotion on his face.

Quite cinematically, a drop of his spend landed on the camera lens at the end. It was perfect.

When he was done, he grabbed the phone. He started typing, and you didn’t pay much attention because you could finally relax into the feeling of good sex.

“Are you sending yourself the video?”

“No. I’m posting it to IG.”

“WHAT?”

You sat up, alarmed.

Lloyd grabbed your top and wiped himself off, ruining it. Then he walked off toward the shower.

“My family will see that, and my account will be suspended!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you dicked around.”

Lloyd was in the bathroom now, yelling over the noise of the shower.

“You finally have something good to post besides that stupid little pouty face. Maybe now you’ll pay attention to your fucking JOB!”

He was yelling, but he sounded as if he’d stepped into the shower.

And you felt like you were about to cry.

“Don’t want to see a trace of what we’ve done in that room when I come out. Don’t want to see your fucking face either. You’re done for today.”

You suck it up, stood, and stripped the bed remaking it in 10 minutes flat. Next, you put Lloyd’s clothes in the laundry chute, coming back to lay out an identical outfit for him on the duvet.

Just as you were about to gather your things and disappear, you heard Lloyd call your name.

You padded into the massive bathroom and opened the shower door. Lloyd peered at you with cold eyes.

“I need you to wash my back, and then suck me off.”

You looked down to see his huge wet cock growing large again in his hand.

Lloyd needed you.

You hid a smirk as you replied, “Yes, Sir,” and climbed into the shower to go to work.

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Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader

Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲)

MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY

A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.

*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!

You could feel him eyeing you across the room.

Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.

“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile.

Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

NAVIGATION | M.LIST

synopsis 彡 You ask your best friend, Ari, to finally pop your cherry, but he’s too big.

pairing 彡 bestfriend!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader

warnings 彡 This story will contain the following content: EXPLICIT/SEXUAL SCENES, DD/LG ELEMENTS, size kink (Ari’s got a huge dick), reader is super innocent, p in v sex, virginity loss, unprotected sex, rough sex, pure smut basically, very little plot

word count 彡 ~2.75k

author’s note 彡 This was supposed to be a drabble but… is 2750 words too long for a drabble? Probably.

DISCLAIMER ───THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MDNI.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you squeal, pressing your small, clammy hands against your best friend’s hairy chest and furiously shaking your head, a staggered breath slipping out your parted lips, “Give me a minute.”

Ari growls above you, raking his long fingers through his dark, tousled hair, “Goddamn it, Y/N, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“I know, I know… fuck, are they all that big?” you whimper, glancing nervously down between your legs where Ari is currently, or his unimaginably huge cock, rather—pointing at your little, wet cunt like a missle. You almost immediately look away, the sight of his stiff dick that was visibly too big for your pussy, that can easily tear you apart, split you in half, if he penetrates you, filling you with overwhelming panic and fear.

Ari bows his head modestly, “I guess mine is a bit larger than average.”

That was an understatement—the staggering size of his cock exceeded the average proportions in terms of both length and girth by a long-shot, and even you, who has never seen a man naked before, let alone a cock, knows that.

“Ari… Ari, I don’t know,” you admit frantically, “Ari, it’s way too big. There’s no way… there’s no way it’s going to fit.”

“It’s going to fit, bub,” Ari promises softly, bringing his calloused hand down to rub and tickle the soft flesh of your tummy, “But if you don’t want to do this, say the word and we stop, okay? Are you alright?”

You mull over his words, shyly gazing up at your best friend with big, innocent, tearful eyes—he almost loses all self-control when you look at him like that, biting his lip and softly groaning.

“Don’t look at me like that, Bambi,” he averts his gaze to the wall behind you, practically moaning out the familiar pet name that he given to you due to your round, doe-like eyes that are currently begging him to stop and to fuck you all at once, “Fuck… I’m having a hard time holding back, if I’m being honest. Do you want this or not? You have to let me know now, bub.”

“I… I…” you gulp for the umpteenth time, avoiding looking at his massive dick again because you know it scares you, weakens your resolve, but it was simultaneously impossible not to look at. You’ve never seen a real-life cock before, only illustrated pictures in textbooks. And Ari’s dick looked nothing like the illustrations, it was just so big, and so, so scary-looking, and veiny, and thick.

You didn’t think your experienced best friend would agree to popping your cherry. You prepared a whole five-point, heart-rending essay about how it embarrasses you that you’re twenty-one years old and still a virgin, and you trust Ari to change that, only if he would like. As you spilled your heart out, stammering out your case as to why your first should—no, ought to—be Ari, he didn’t even react to your words, save for a deep, contemplative glint in his pretty, blue eyes and scratching his bearded chin as he mulled over your thesis and supplemental points. Shortly after you finished, a long, strained silence followed as he decided, and you were trembling in humiliation and shame, positive he was going to say ‘no’.

Until he said ‘yes’.

Or, his exact words: “You’re so cute, bub, of course I’ll pop your cherry for you. Let’s do it tomorrow at my place?”

And that’s exactly how the both of you ended up in this position—your clothes tugged off in a frenzy and discarded somewhere on the carpeted floor, you sprawled out like a platter on his king-sized bed, trapped in Ari’s big, buff arms, legs spread as wide as your stiff muscles allowed and Ari nestled between them, the angry, red tip of his hard cock hovering over your slick, virgin hole. He was in no rush preparing you for his dick, swirling his fingertips around your wet folds and stroking your aching clit until your pretty cunt was puffy and drooling, begging for his cock.

Rough fingertips skim over the skin under your ribcage as Ari’s bulbous cockhead slides over your swollen clit, and you mewl out loud, explosions of toe-curling sensations crawling up your spine. You let your head fall back against the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut for half-a-second before peeling them open and looking down in panic as Ari’s dick starts to push against your small opening.

“Ari!” you reach down and tap his solid thigh in warning, “Ari, wait!”

“Yes or no?” the gruff, lustful voice did not sound like it belonged to your best friend, “Do you want this or no? Come on, baby.”

The velvety baritone of his voice has you throbbing between your legs, and you whimper out, “Y-Yes… yes, but I’m scared.”

“What’s scary, bub?” his tone softens as he finally meets your hooded gaze. Thumbing your pebbled nipples, he smiles lightly at you, “Tell me what’s scary.”

“Your…your…”

“My what?” his blue eyes sparkle, “My cock?”

You whimper, responding with a subtle nod of confirmation. He chuckles softly, his leathery hand slithering down your quivering body to flick your slippery clit, “What’s scary about my cock, baby?”

“It’s… it’s big and scary-looking,” you admit in a high-pitched tone, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear, “Can you make it smaller?”

Ari bites back a snort, “No, sweetheart, it’s not getting any smaller as long as I’m in between your pretty legs.”

Eyelids pricking with fresh tears, you wail, starting to have second thoughts about all this. It isn’t too late to back out, Ari has offered several times now to stop if you wished. But you didn’t want to stop—it’s unlike you to give up because you’re daunted by the challenge. God, but this would be easier by a hundred miles if Ari wasn’t fucking mammoth below the waist.

“Listen,” he squeezes your bare thigh, leisurely stroking his fat cock in his clenched fist, “Let me put the tip in first, okay? And let’s see how you feel after that, and if it’s too much, we stop. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

You nod your head shyly, and Ari smiles in return, tickling your tummy, “Good girl. Deep breaths in, okay? Don’t you worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.”

If your arousal wasn’t hampering your ability to think straight, you would’ve blanched at term. But he wasn’t your daddy, so what did he mean? You didn’t get to ask, or even think about it for more than two seconds before Ari was impaling with his thick cockhead.

“O-oh!” a choked, guttural noise crawls out your throat, and Ari grunts in pure bliss: “Shit… you’re clinging to my fuckin’ dick, baby.”

“Ari! Ari, I-I thought you said just the tip!” you dig your heels into the spongy mattress, bracing his bulky bicep for purchase, “Ow, ow, ow!”

“It is just the tip,” Ari confirms, wincing because your tight pussy was hurting even him as he was met with resistance, your narrow walls trying to reject him, to squeeze him out, “Fuck.”

Ari’s big hand flits over your stiff nipple, twisting and pinching the stinging buds. And you feel like you are simply malfunctioning, that you are no longer the master of your senses as his experienced touch overwhelms your undefiled body. Toes curling and back arching off the bed, an indescribable heat bursts inside your lower gut and all you can manage to do is scream and cry bloody-murder.

Ari grabs your squirming hips to still you, hissing harshly, “Stop moving” in a tone that has you almost instantly obeying. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to his huge size, feeling so stuffed and it was only the tip.

“Are you okay?” Ari asks tenderly, stroking the supple skin of your hip with his thumbs, “You’re doing great, bub, and ‘m very proud of you, you know that?”

“Ari,” you cry softly between sharp hiccups, whether in pain or lust neither of you know, “Ari… are you sure it’s just the tip? I feel so full…”

He grunts in response, “I promise, princess. I promise it’s only the tip. Do you wanna stop?”

You shake your head furiously, “No! No!”

Ari titters breathily, gliding his calloused hand up-and-down your smooth tummy, goosebumps rising in his wake, “You want more?”

Glimpsing down, your heart trips over a beat as you take in the sight of his big dick disappearing in your slick, little cunt. You are quick to look away because you’ll never get used to how unfathomably massive and thick his cock looks, your poor pussy was weeping from the intrusion.

“A little deeper,” you pant, warmth rising to your cheeks and to your toes. There’s no backing out now, you best get it over with. At least, that’s what you recite in your mind again and again as Ari fulfills your wish, thrusting one, two more inches into your weary pussy. Stabs of pain shoot through your writhing body alongside bolts of pleasure, and you squeak and thrash your limbs, “Okay, okay! That’s enough!”

He pauses, an impatient groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, “Bambi, I have to move or I’ll… I’ll bust right fuckin’ now, I swear to you. God, please. You’re gripping me real good, baby. Let Daddy fuck you nicely.”

“Daddy…” you babble, the miniscule part of your brain that governs your rationality shutting off completely, “It hurts really, really bad.”

“It’s because it’s your first time,” he informs you, gently rocking his hips to shallow-fuck you, “The pain will go away if you let me fuck you properly. I promise. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

Your trusting heart soars at his words, nodding eagerly as you try to relax, “Okay, Daddy.” And Ari never gave you any reason in the past to not trust him, now isn’t any different, right?

He beams at you, “That’s my girl.”

Moaning at the same time, Ari sheathes you with half of his thick cock, his progress slow and methodical. You peel open your eyes to look up at him, strands of dark, damp hair falling over his sticky forehead and his wet, pink lips parted in an “O” shape. But he’s staring down at where you two unite, your pretty pussy stretched beyond its limits around his rigid, throbbing dick, the mere sight of it nearly sending him toppling over the edge.

He leans over, flush against your sweaty body, and rolls his hips in languid circles, “How’s that feel, princess? Good?”

“Feels really good, Daddy…” you hum in response, your head lulling to the side. Then, realization dawns on you and you squeal happily, “... and, and it fits!”

“Yeah? Of course it fits, sweetheart. Didn’t I promise?” he sponges a sloppy, wet kiss on your glistening neck, “You love Daddy’s dick, don’t you, bub? Tell me how much you—a-ah—how much you love my cock.”

“I love your… I love your…”

“Cock,” he reminds you, nipping and sucking and lapping at the spongy skin of your neck, “‘I love Daddy’s cock’, say it.”

“I love Daddy’s… c-cock,” you whimper softly, and something in Ari snaps as he growls animalistically and impales you suddenly with the remaining inches of his dick in one quick thrust, a blood-curdling scream leaving your parted lips.

“Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, gripping your thighs roughly and widening the angle of your legs to fill you up as deep as he can possibly go, “Fuck! This creamy pussy is gonna be the death of me.”

You cry out, gripping his bedsheets in your tiny fists and wildly shaking your head, “Ari! Ari, stop! Hurts! Hurts real bad!”

Ari pauses, buried deep inside your slippery canal, your wet walls clamping repeatedly around his fat dick. Your creamy cunt was unlike any woman’s he’s been with, it was so much better, so, so much tighter and wetter and prettier. Fuck, he never wanted to pull out, he could fuck you forever if it was possible.

He retreats slowly to rut back in, tugging you impossibly closer to his large body, practically engulfing you completely in his suffocating embrace. Grunting and muttering absolute filth against your sticky neck, he rocks against you at a moderate pace, his fat dick stroking a certain spot inside you that has you sobbing and moaning and working your hips with his unrelenting rhythm. Thrills sweep through your twitching body, the pressure in your lower gut mounting as you scale your peak.

“Talk to me, baby,” Ari pecks your jaw, lifting the hood of your clit and tickling your swollen cluster of nerves with his fingernail, “Are you okay? It still hurts?”

“‘M good!” you assure him, gasping as he rubs your throbbing little bud, and he lifts his head to grin at you, “That’s my good girl. I’m going to go a little faster, bub. Is that okay?”

“Mhm!” you manage to return his smile, and he coos at you, “My pretty little girl. Daddy loves fuckin’ your sweet pussy… would you look at that? Look at your tummy, baby.”

You raise your head to follow his lustful gaze, glancing down at your bloated belly, a visible outline of his thick girth in your little tummy. You practically squawk, looking away in horror and something else entirely: desire.

“Daddy is too big for your baby pussy, aren’t I, princess?” he growls, grabbing your tiny hand and placing it over the bulge in your distended tummy so you can feel him thrust in and out of you over and over, “Daddy’s fuckin’ you so deep that he’s in your belly.”

You can’t believe how wet this was all making you, but it was true, and the tell-tale sign: the obscene, sloppy wet noises between your shaking legs as Ari destroys your dripping cunt, and the lewd smack of his heavy balls swatting your flushed ass.

Ari licks the pads of long fingers and works your sensitive clit a little faster as the pace of his ruts quickens, full-on jackhammering into you. Your searing ass lifts off the bed as he pounds into you hard and fast at a brutal, unforgiving tempo, his guttural grunts amplifying in volume, turning into loud, primal moans that echo off his bedroom walls.

“I’m close!” he warns, feeling his heavy balls tighten, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm, “You gonna cum on my dick for me, princess? Fuck, I can tell by the way you’re choking Daddy’s cock. You almost there? Come on, milk Daddy’s dick.”

You’re wailing and thrashing your limbs violently, pure, unadulterated bliss taking over your soft features as you ride your crescendo, chasing your release until you finally tip over the edge and explode in a dizzying, mind-blowing orgasm that engulfs you completely, until all you can see is white stars. Ari fucks you through your release, his hips staggering as he chases his own.

“That’s right, baby—a-ah—make Daddy’s dick real fuckin’ wet. Squeezing my cock like your life fuckin’ depends on it. O-oh, I’m cumming!”

With a thunderous groan, rope after rope of his fiery seed fills you up, seeping into the depths of your tight pussy until you are the fullest you’ve ever been in your life. You’re both spasming as you ride out your orgasms, grinding and sliding against each other uncontrollably, aftershocks of your climax rippling throughout your weary body.

Dribbling down your thigh and pooling beneath your ass, his hot cum spills out of your weary cunt as Ari pulls out slowly, his cock coated in a mix of your and his fluids and your virgin blood. Softly humming, Ari deposits a kiss on your sticky temple and brushes your damp hair out of your flushed face, stroking your wet cheeks with his thumbs.

“How was that? You did a great job, bub. I’m so, so proud,” Ari caresses you, his hooded gaze looking you straight in the eye. You smile sheepishly up at him, “Mm, I loved it, Daddy. T-Thank you.”

He rises to flip you over on your stomach, and you yelp as you’re swiveled around and your nose is buried in his blankets. You feel Ari’s rough hands glide up and down your bare back, fingertips tracing your spine.

“Nothing’s ever been up this cute little ass either, huh, baby?” Ari grins almost wickedly, swatting your cheek roughly, “I’m gonna fill all your holes with my cum by the end of the night. You want that?”

You don’t even hesitate, nodding your head enthusiastically, unable to speak because you’re still in your foggy daze.

“That’s my girl,” and Ari can’t help but smile at you, at his girl.

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