arrarioxxx

[arrarioxxx]

"Fine,come here sugar... but you better keep it quiet"

[arrarioxxx]

Slutty thot incomingg

so diving back into the Howard verse, can u imagine how dominant Ari is with starlet when she’s in heat😭 pls she’s just so desperate to get railed by him and he mocks her so much.

“Aw baby did u cum again already? God what would you do if I wasn’t here to fill you up with my knot huh? And to think u tried shoving me away when I showed up earlier. Now be a good girl and take everything I give you”

I’m 🫠🫠🫠 pls I can’t wait to return to this story omg

-💋

AHH YES YES YES !! I THINK YOU ARE THE MOST EXCITED FOR THAT FIC BESTIE AND I LOVE IT !!

The door swings open and Ari is blasted with a heady smell. "I said I'd pick you up." He clenches his jaw, his blue eyes drifting over your sweaty face and the unsteady rise and fall of your chest.

You clutch your jacket tightly, almost tripping as he tugs you roughly into the frat house. "I-I made it just fine."

He scoffs, peeking out the window for any fucking creeps who followed you here.

Omegas in heat are assaulted so often that it seems normal, and Ari would brush it off if it were anyone else (especially given his family legacy), but not you. Sure, you could hold your own, you've proven that dozens of times, but not when you're in heat. You're too fucking stubborn to give him control at a time like this.

"I swear, you're so fucking stupid sometimes." Ari growls, shoving you up the stairs, "why can't you be a good omega at least once?"

You cover your whimper with a cough and ignore the uncomfortable wetness soaking your underwear. Good omega, didn't you want to be a good omega for him? No. No, not him or any alpha. Just this once you'll accept his help, no matter how sick it made you feel to be intimate with him, to let him see you in your most vulnerable state.

"Just for that, I should just send you back home. See if some other alpha wants you instead since you clearly don't care whose cock you get." He forces you into his bedroom and then slams the door shut, locking it with a flick of his fingers. "If you did, you wouldn't have walked here with your slick dripping down your legs for everyone to smell. Is that it, starlet? You wanna be a wet hole for any bastard who asks?"

You should leave right now, prove him wrong and go through this heat by yourself, but in his room and surrounded by his smell and warmth, you can't physically leave. Your body won't allow you to move unless it's to please your alpha—not your alpha, but definitely the worst on campus.

"I want you to beg for me. Use that pretty mouth for something good."

You clench your fists as another wave hits, your juices smearing through your jeans. "please, help—"

"On your knees." He grins cockily, crossing his arms. "Go on, I'm waiting."

You drop to the floor, face level with his crotch and that hard bulge through his pants. His scent fills your lungs and head, making you dizzy and slip further into that blissful, but needy headspace.

"Please, alpha, help me t-through my heat." You beg through gritted teeth, "please help me. I—I need you."

"That's cute. For an actress, I expected more but I have a better idea." He smirks, slowly tearing off his shirt to toss it onto your lap.

You can't resist bringing the fabric to your nose, inhaling his musk like you're addicted to it—in a way, you are.

His hand lands on the back of your head, pulling you forward until his clothed cock brushes your lips, "Ask for my knot, ask for my cum inside your tight omega cunt. Ask me to fuck you through your heat. Beg me to make you my breeding bitch."

[arrarioxxx]

soooo about trailer park!ari loving anal.. would you ever .. hmmm.. elaborate bestie?👁👁

✋👁👁🤚 of course bestie

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors DNI, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex (anal), dirty talk, choking, dumbification, degradation, Ari is filthy, rough sex, spitting, fingering (f), mhm Ari's balls, reader is a little inexperienced, overstimulation, a smidge of dacryphilia, perhaps cock/ball worship, squirting, dom/sub undertones. mentioned/implied: oral (f & m), creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Dirty trailer daddy fucks you stupid.

𝗪/𝗖 | 834

𝗔/𝗡 | consider this a snippet/smutty spoiler for my trailer park ari fic: flamingo king

Ari is a sucker for worship, he'd usually spend hours kissing and mapping out your body, thoroughly fucking all your holes, but he's definitely got an equal obsession for your cunt and ass.

“Getting too hot, sugar?”

Your nails dig into the sheets, hips stuttering when he rams forward, his hard chest flush against your back. “N-No, 'm okay—daddy." You add the last bit as he hooks his bicep around your throat, his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll cool you off later." Ari kisses and nibbles on your neck, while his beard rubs your skin. He's balls-deep, his heavy sack against your weepy pussy, “Keep going. Daddy didn’t tell you to stop.”

You slowly start moving again, clutching his forearm as tears of pleasure well in your eyes, "s-so deep, daddy, I can't."

"You can, c'mon." One of his hands land on your waist, “Grind that little pussy on the pillow.”

The plush cotton is soft against you and combined with his thick dick pounding into your ass, you've never felt closer to heaven. Filthy, sinful heaven.

With each rocking motion, your swollen clit gets even needier which is exactly what Ari wants. He watches your face twist before your jaw falls slack, loud, porn-worthy moans flowing from your bitten lips.

He turns your face towards him, smiling as your hungry eyes beg for something. "Open up, baby." He spits into your mouth before capturing your lips in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, there's a string of saliva between you. "That's it, daddy knew you could do it. What a good girl." He praises through heavy pants, hair falling in his face before combs it back.

Ari releases you, his rough fingertips push your shoulders as you fall forward onto the bed. He chuckles as you face plant, hiccuping quiet whines as his length reaches deeper, if possible.

He spreads your cheeks, grunting at the sight of your ass stretched around his cock. His thrusts slows the slightest so he can watch your rim struggle to take his veiny girth, “Fuck, daddy’s splitting you in half. Little ass can't take much more or else you'll start crying,” He pauses as you whimper, "oh, never mind, my baby's been crying on my cock all day, huh?"

You nod, thighs quivering as euphoria streams through your body. It's like you're numb to everything but him, the blistering heat and the chatter outside fades away. The only thing that matters right now is Ari.

His touch trails between your legs and meet your dripping cunt, your slick, and his seed leaking from your used hole. “Aw, my little slut's cunt wants some attention too? I haven't been neglecting you, right?”

"No, daddy."

He made sure your centre was pumped full before he bent you over the bed. But, he did slip a few fingers into your puckered hole while you rode his face, he just couldn't help it.

"Look at that," He spits down where you meet, smearing his salvia around your puffy rim. He briefly considers tasting your sweetness again, but he doubts you'd last that long judging by your trembling.

Instead, he speeds up again, going harder, rougher. Each pound pushes you further up the bed, his big frame looming over you like a vast shadow. He could crush you if he wanted.

"Dumb baby is getting me all wet, making a stupid mess on my bed. I wonder what everyone out there thinks, listening to you take this fat cock in your ass. Be louder for daddy, I want them all to know what a good kitten you are."

He turns your face towards the opened window and the warm breeze ghosts over your heated skin. "You gonna clean me later, princess? Suck my balls in your pretty mouth, clean up all our cream."

"Uh-huh." You desperately nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he slides two fingers into your cunt, keeping you full while fucking your ass. "W-Want them, please, in my mouth, daddy."

"But how are you gonna fit them in there, baby?" Ari asks mockingly, abs flexing as you tighten around him, sucking him deeper. He leans forward, hot and hefty above you. His built thighs keep yours together as he straddles your ass, pinning you to the mattress as it creaks, the whole trailer rocks with his motions. "You know just how big I am, you gonna choke yourself trying to suck my sack like a fucking whore?"

You gnaw on another pillow, your sensitive folds roughly rub against the pillow. Your high hits suddenly, making you jerk under him, clawing at the sheets with a choked whine, you clench around him, making him curse loudly and grip your cheeks. You soak the fabric with your juices, your smell forever embedded into the pillow.

Your sounds quiet into pathetic moans, and your breath hitches as he drives forward, fucking you deeper. Ari's groans harmonize with the lewd wet slapping that fills his trailer, "Stupid girl, daddy's gonna make you clean that pillow too. You want that?"

You barely manage to nod, he's so big—he's too much and you love it, there isn't any room left inside you for any thoughts.

"What's wrong? Daddy fucked you dumb already?" When you don't answer, Ari entwines your fingers and holds your hands above your head, supporting his weight. He grinds into your ass, your poor little hole is already sore from his fat girth, and you know you won't be able to walk later.

His voice rings in your ears, "It's okay, sugar, daddy's got you. Gonna cum in your ass then I'll clean you up, and give you a taste too. Then, you're gonna let me fuck your pretty face, gotta use all your holes before I take you home."

[arrarioxxx]

So while stepdad!aus aren’t my cup of tea I will posit the question to the group….

Isn’t Lloyd Hansen a very stepdad type of guy that gets into the family for some work purpose but ends up walking away with you? He’s just giving the vibe 😳

dear goodness… all holy beings look away

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, possessive behaviour, smut - minors dni, unprotected sex (p in v), daddy kink, spitting, lots of cum, breeding kink, overstimluation, p*ssy slapping, finger sucking, some praise, dumbification, degradation, dacryphilia, smidge of tear licking, squirting, creampie(s). 

𝗪/𝗖 | 1510

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“T-Too full,” you try to get away, clawing at the bed sheets as his thick, red tip prods at your creamy hole, “can’t—not again.”

“You can,” Lloyd spits on your cunt as if you weren’t already a wet, sticky mess. His head traces up and down your slit, paying extra attention to your sensitive clit. “Remember? You promised me a special gift for Father’s Day.”

Through blurry vision, you spot the handmade card and photo album on his nightstand. That was the gift you spent weeks making, between fussing (and failing) with the card multiple times, and collecting and arranging the perfect album of your stepfather, Lloyd has been in the back of your mind in more ways than one. 

The gift wasn’t your idea, it was your mother’s. She wanted Lloyd to feel welcomed to the family despite it all being business, just a marriage between two of the city’s most influential people for security, power and status. 

She wanted him to feel at home and ultimately, like he belonged. And to do that, she wanted you to be a sweetheart, to create and gift it to him yourself. 

“He’s your stepfather and the reason we aren’t back in that terrible place again.”

You know she didn’t think he’d fuck you in their shared bed. 

“Remember when you used to avoid me? Go out whenever I was home, I heard you even wanted to skip the wedding.” He whispers in your ear, the low creamy tone makes you melt. “Thought you hated me—now look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” He presses on your stomach, pinning you down as he pounds into your sloppy cunt. “So full of my cum, you gonna let me fill you up again, sunshine?”

“Didn’t hate you…” You trail off to a moan as he kisses your jaw, slowly working down your neck. 

“Well, you didn’t like me either.” Lloyd murmurs against your skin, groaning as your legs wrap around his hips and pull him deeper. “Fuck—you were such a daddy’s girl, huh? Didn’t want me taking his spot?” 

He wasn’t wrong. You weren’t sold on the newest addition to your family, especially so soon after your parents divorce and your father’s arrest. Regardless of how grateful your mother, and the rest of your siblings were, and Lloyd’s reputation and wealth, this new man would never amount to your father. 

But as your mother stated, you needed the label, protection, and image. 

She was a woman who never faltered, even with the rumors of her cheating husband, and his untimely arrest for fraud. She will stand unwavered, and unaffected by the publicity. 

She remains steady with resolve, and will happily marry another high status man within a few months. Even if that man happened to be far worse than your father, neck deep in shady businesses and bad things. To the public, Lloyd was a clean, sophisticated CEO who was the perfect replacement for your cheating and lying father. 

Right now, he’s your stepfather fucking you into the bed he shares with your mother, pumping you with another load while you squirt all over his length. He doesn’t stop or slow down, if anything, the oversensitivity makes him more ravenous. He loves watching you tremble on his cock, caught between begging for a break and pleading for more. 

Your arms shoot out, yanking him down for a messy kiss full of clashing teeth and warm breaths. “Wanted you so badly. Please—don’t stop.” You moan, twitching under him when he pulls out, plugging you with the heavy tip before ramming forward. 

With every thrust, your head brushes the headboard. Lloyd fucks his cum into you, forcing you to take the previous loads and his fat girth, he wants to mark you from the inside out. Your cries are music to his ears, he wishes he could watch his cum dribble out around his dick, and smear down your ass to the once-clean sheets. But, he doesn’t want to move, this position with your breasts against his chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, and your pulsating walls milking his cock—if he had a choice, he’d never move. 

“I know, your new daddy knows, baby.” He coos, lowering his body until his balls touch the filthiness between your thighs. He’s pressed to the hilt, you can practically feel him in your guts. With slow grinds, he watches as you sink into the mattress, small hiccuping breaths escape your parted lips. “Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to fuck you. They don’t know how to stretch out this little pussy, make you a stupid mess—bet they leave you high and dry.” 

You can’t do anything but take his pounding, tears trailing down your face as he rams into your spot. Your whole body tenses, and your cunt sucks him deeper, hungry for more despite there being no room left. Squelching noises bounce off the walls and make you cover your face, weeping into your hands as he splits you apart. 

He leans back, and between your fingers, you watch his abs flex and his neck tense. A guttural groan rumbles from within his chest, a stark contrast to your blubbering of daddy, daddy, daddy. Lloyd moves your hands and brings one to his mouth, sucking your fingers and swirling his tongue. 

“You’re going to come for me again.” 

You immediately shake your head, but make no movements to escape, all too lost in the pleasure. Your hand is pulled from his mouth soaked with his salvia, and as if in slow motion, you watch him bring it to your cunt—and that’s when you try to get away. 

Lloyd easily tugs you back, pounding harder and deeper. He’s rearranging your insides, pulling you to meet his thrusts, then reaching down to collect your cream that’s formed a ring around his base. He shoves his fingers between your lips, fucking your mouth as a mixture of your salvia and arousal drip from the corners of your lips. 

“Look at you, getting fucked from both ends. All that’s missing is something in your ass.” He hooks your knee over his shoulder, stretching your sore hole, and exposing yourself to the hot air. You can only imagine how filthy you look down there. “Slap your clit before I do it for you.” 

The next few moments have faded into one. Between his unrelenting thrusts shoving your sweaty body higher on the bed, and his demands of harder, and to spank your clit until it hurts—you fall over the egde again. 

“I know no one knows how to make you do that. That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He leans back, watching you squirt and cover his lower half in your release. Your whole body convulses as a silent mewl pours from your mouth, tears of pleasure and pain stream down your face. His thrusts have slowed into thorough grinds as sticky strings connect your most intimate parts. 

You allow him to move you as he pleases, dragging out your orgasm as it bleeds into another—you can barely breathe as he rubs your sore clit, his rough fingertips are cruel on your overworked button.

His face his inches away and blush blooms over his skin. “I’m going to leave your mother, and you’re going to come with me.” He promises, swooping down to kiss your tear-stained cheeks. Lloyd can’t reisst licking a few. “You’re going to be my little wife, and I’m going to fuck you like this everyday, fill this tight cunt with my cum, and you’re going to make me a real daddy.” 

His hips rail forward as you lay a limp mess, still crying as he pumps you full. His cum spurts along your sore walls, trying to find space but there isn’t any left, and it seeps out around his girth, leaking down your ass and his heavy balls. These sheets will never be saved.  

Then, the door downstairs opens, and your mother’s voice rings out. 

Lloyd pulls back with a smile, sweat brimming at his hairline. “Looks like it’s time to share the news, pumpkin.” He takes pride in your dazed expression, you probably can't even hear him now, let alone process his words. Slowly, he starts fucking his cum into you, desperate to knock you up for the final nail in the coffin of his marriage to your mother.

Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your Lloyd-filled thoughts. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt so good. 

Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your core, marking you with his scent and presence. Each grind sends shocks throughout your body, your pussy is a pathetic mess—there’s no doubt that he’s got you pregnant already—and that brief realization shoves you deeper under the surface of pleasure. 

Lloyd groans as you start to meet his motion, although weak and stuttering, you silently tell him you want him too. “Or maybe, she should catch us, hm? Wouldn’t that be interesting?”

[arrarioxxx]

soooo about trailer park!ari loving anal.. would you ever .. hmmm.. elaborate bestie?👁👁

✋👁👁🤚 of course bestie

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors DNI, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex (anal), dirty talk, choking, dumbification, degradation, Ari is filthy, rough sex, spitting, fingering (f), mhm Ari's balls, reader is a little inexperienced, overstimulation, a smidge of dacryphilia, perhaps cock/ball worship, squirting, dom/sub undertones. mentioned/implied: oral (f & m), creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Dirty trailer daddy fucks you stupid.

𝗪/𝗖 | 834

𝗔/𝗡 | consider this a snippet/smutty spoiler for my trailer park ari fic: flamingo king

Ari is a sucker for worship, he'd usually spend hours kissing and mapping out your body, thoroughly fucking all your holes, but he's definitely got an equal obsession for your cunt and ass.

“Getting too hot, sugar?”

Your nails dig into the sheets, hips stuttering when he rams forward, his hard chest flush against your back. “N-No, 'm okay—daddy." You add the last bit as he hooks his bicep around your throat, his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll cool you off later." Ari kisses and nibbles on your neck, while his beard rubs your skin. He's balls-deep, his heavy sack against your weepy pussy, “Keep going. Daddy didn’t tell you to stop.”

You slowly start moving again, clutching his forearm as tears of pleasure well in your eyes, "s-so deep, daddy, I can't."

"You can, c'mon." One of his hands land on your waist, “Grind that little pussy on the pillow.”

The plush cotton is soft against you and combined with his thick dick pounding into your ass, you've never felt closer to heaven. Filthy, sinful heaven.

With each rocking motion, your swollen clit gets even needier which is exactly what Ari wants. He watches your face twist before your jaw falls slack, loud, porn-worthy moans flowing from your bitten lips.

He turns your face towards him, smiling as your hungry eyes beg for something. "Open up, baby." He spits into your mouth before capturing your lips in a messy kiss. When he pulls away, there's a string of saliva between you. "That's it, daddy knew you could do it. What a good girl." He praises through heavy pants, hair falling in his face before combs it back.

Ari releases you, his rough fingertips push your shoulders as you fall forward onto the bed. He chuckles as you face plant, hiccuping quiet whines as his length reaches deeper, if possible.

He spreads your cheeks, grunting at the sight of your ass stretched around his cock. His thrusts slows the slightest so he can watch your rim struggle to take his veiny girth, “Fuck, daddy’s splitting you in half. Little ass can't take much more or else you'll start crying,” He pauses as you whimper, "oh, never mind, my baby's been crying on my cock all day, huh?"

You nod, thighs quivering as euphoria streams through your body. It's like you're numb to everything but him, the blistering heat and the chatter outside fades away. The only thing that matters right now is Ari.

His touch trails between your legs and meet your dripping cunt, your slick, and his seed leaking from your used hole. “Aw, my little slut's cunt wants some attention too? I haven't been neglecting you, right?”

"No, daddy."

He made sure your centre was pumped full before he bent you over the bed. But, he did slip a few fingers into your puckered hole while you rode his face, he just couldn't help it.

"Look at that," He spits down where you meet, smearing his salvia around your puffy rim. He briefly considers tasting your sweetness again, but he doubts you'd last that long judging by your trembling.

Instead, he speeds up again, going harder, rougher. Each pound pushes you further up the bed, his big frame looming over you like a vast shadow. He could crush you if he wanted.

"Dumb baby is getting me all wet, making a stupid mess on my bed. I wonder what everyone out there thinks, listening to you take this fat cock in your ass. Be louder for daddy, I want them all to know what a good kitten you are."

He turns your face towards the opened window and the warm breeze ghosts over your heated skin. "You gonna clean me later, princess? Suck my balls in your pretty mouth, clean up all our cream."

"Uh-huh." You desperately nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he slides two fingers into your cunt, keeping you full while fucking your ass. "W-Want them, please, in my mouth, daddy."

"But how are you gonna fit them in there, baby?" Ari asks mockingly, abs flexing as you tighten around him, sucking him deeper. He leans forward, hot and hefty above you. His built thighs keep yours together as he straddles your ass, pinning you to the mattress as it creaks, the whole trailer rocks with his motions. "You know just how big I am, you gonna choke yourself trying to suck my sack like a fucking whore?"

You gnaw on another pillow, your sensitive folds roughly rub against the pillow. Your high hits suddenly, making you jerk under him, clawing at the sheets with a choked whine, you clench around him, making him curse loudly and grip your cheeks. You soak the fabric with your juices, your smell forever embedded into the pillow.

Your sounds quiet into pathetic moans, and your breath hitches as he drives forward, fucking you deeper. Ari's groans harmonize with the lewd wet slapping that fills his trailer, "Stupid girl, daddy's gonna make you clean that pillow too. You want that?"

You barely manage to nod, he's so big—he's too much and you love it, there isn't any room left inside you for any thoughts.

"What's wrong? Daddy fucked you dumb already?" When you don't answer, Ari entwines your fingers and holds your hands above your head, supporting his weight. He grinds into your ass, your poor little hole is already sore from his fat girth, and you know you won't be able to walk later.

His voice rings in your ears, "It's okay, sugar, daddy's got you. Gonna cum in your ass then I'll clean you up, and give you a taste too. Then, you're gonna let me fuck your pretty face, gotta use all your holes before I take you home."

[arrarioxxx]

beafy!ari keeping you against the wall so he can fuck your mouth without you moving back or away 🥴 (all consensual ofc)

let's be sluts:

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | club owner!Ari Levinson x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors dni, size difference, oral (m), face fucking so some gagging and it's messy, size kink, daddy kink, boot riding, spitting, mhm balls and cock on face, dirty talk, exhibitionism: public sex (alleyway).

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You and your friends sneak into an exclusive club and you get punished by the owner.

𝗪/𝗖 | 457

💃𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It's a girl's night out and you and your friends wanted to hit up the hottest club in the city. You've never been inside but you've heard about the legendary DJ and classic drinks, and more than once, there have been celebrities and other high-profile people in attendance. It's pretty exclusive and always has a long line.

That's why you and your friends decided to sneak in, and after some unsuccessful bribing but successful diversions, you were finally inside the famed club. Between your third and fourth drink, you spotted that same bouncer pointing at you from across the room.

One thing led to another, and now your knees are on a man's suit jacket, cushioning your skin from the jagged concrete as saliva dribbles down your chin and on your pretty dress.

Your eyes struggle to stay open, tears streaming down your cheeks and seeping into the corners of your stretched lips. Wet noises fill the alleyway along with your pathetic gagging and choked moans. His boot raises, rubbing your slit through your thong, catching you off guard.

"Good girl, that's it. Show daddy how sorry you are." His voice is low and raspy, igniting a fire deep inside your belly. "You look so pretty on your knees, baby, even prettier crying on my big cock."

Ari has one hand braced on the brick wall, the other is cupping the back of your head, keeping you still as he fucks into your mouth. His heavy balls slap against your chin, your throat contracting around his thick length, struggling to take the brutal thrusts.

You don't try to get away, god, you don't want to—but you try to speak. Ari takes pity on you, the beautiful woman trapped between him and the wall, choking on his big dick, so he pulls away.

"What is it, sweetie?" He rubs the top of your head, almost comfortingly.

"I-I'm," You're cut off by a coughing fit before wiping your messy mouth, "Sorry—daddy, I'm s-sorry."

"You're sorry?" He hums, "I don't know if I believe you, honey. If I've learnt anything today, it's that you're a little troublemaker."

The tip of his boot touches your cunt, and your thighs shake with every rough breath. You watch him through blurry vision, the darkness of the alleyway cast around him like a shadow, making him look bigger and scarier than before.

His ring-clad fingers grasp his cock, slowly stroking inched from your face before the leaky tip traces your parted lips. He spits, his salvia landing on your face and dripping into your mouth. You let out a soft moan as he slaps you with his dick, eventually doing the same to your tongue.

"Maybe next time you won't sneak into my club, huh?"

[arrarioxxx]

OMFG SONNY OKAY SO stepdad!ari x naive!inexperienced!stepdaughter and bicep choking😩maybe you’re sat on the couch watching a film and he just comes up behind you putting that arm round your throat while whispering dirty things in your ear🥵🥵

“i see the way you look at me honey, i can smell how wet you are. you gunna let daddy fuck you huh? you want him to play with your little pussy?” fuuUUUUUUUUUCK

it’s summer but for the sake of filth, what does stepdad!ari want for Christmas? 🫠 the answer is you

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, stepdad!ari (he’s a warning), dilf!ari, inexperienced!reader, size difference, smut - minors dni, daddy kink, unprotected sex (p in v), choking (bicep choking), spitting, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, a pinch of dacryphilia, ruined kink, size kink, overstimulation, mhm balls. implied: pussy spanking, panty stealing. 

𝗪/𝗖 | 1311

P.S.: at the time of writing this, I was only thinking of the image of Ari and combined the prompt with Christmas on the whim, completely randomly. Yes, I know his character is Jewish, and I’m sorry if I offended anyone, it was not my intention. This was just for a fun little party and I wasn’t thinking, please don’t read this if it offends you.

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The red and green lights are a blur, and the forgotten Christmas movie is still playing on the television, the jolly soundtrack a disgusting contrast to your current sin.

You wetly gasp his name and your nails dig into his skin, but he’s unrelentless. He’s so much bigger than you in both height and mass, a threatening force railing into your body like a hungry beast. Your hand slides between the two of you, pushing him back. 

Ari freezes, heavily breathing against your neck. “If you don’t move your hand, I’m gonna pull out and leave you here.”

Whining, you grasp onto his forearm with both hands. The rocking picks up again, your hips digging into the cushions as pathetic choked whimpers escape your tight throat. Your stepfather flexes, his bicep constricting your airflow and fueling the fire in your tummy. You moan loudly, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, but he’s too much and you’re too fucked out.

“Poor baby, can't even think, huh?” He chuckles lowly, “fuck, can feel you dripping down my balls. Such a filthy whore—letting your stepdad fuck you, soaking my cock like it’s your fuckin job. Who knew you were such a perv?” 

If you could, you’d scoff at the irony of it. After all, he was the one who commented on your dress and sat at the end of the couch in perfect view of your panty-less core. If he sat anywhere else in the living room, he wouldn’t see your bare folds, already wet because he just looked so good in his striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

Knowing Ari, he’d say something like “would you rather not have me compliment you?” 

Perhaps any other person, but with Ari, you wanted him and all the attention he could offer. Which right now was inappropriate knowing your relationship and his marriage to your mother. 

You know you should feel ashamed, but there isn’t any room for anything other than hot pleasure with Ari’s thick length splitting you open. 

He’s straddling your ass, his pelvis slapping against your flesh with every thrust, sending your juices down your slit onto the couch and his heavy balls. 

“Bad girl, you like being choked? Like how much bigger I am than you, how I can just throw you around wherever I want?” He leans down, gripping the arm of the couch inches from your flushed face. His beard scratches your jaw as he noses your cheek, “like a dumb little doll.” He grunts when you clench around him, sucking his thick cock deeper. 

“That’s it, make a filthy mess for daddy. You’re gonna clean it up later. Suck my cock, clean your stupid mess—” 

“Never done that, uh! Had someone—in my mouth.” 

If possible, Ari gets harder at that, “Daddy’s gonna teach you, don’t worry.” His big hand lands several spanks on your ass, “look at you, ruining your mother’s couch, imagine how disappointed she’ll be.” 

You try to escape his punishment, but he yanks you back onto his cock by your hips, pinning you down with your arms behind your back as you weep into the cushion. 

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? Daddy isn’t done using this cunt.”

Tears stream down your face, “Y-You’re too deep—ah!” You squeal when he falls over you, 

His face is in the crook of your neck, filthy words jumbling in your foggy mind. 

You’re trapped under him, his weight pinning you down, pressing you into the soft cushions. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock. Dumb little baby, you can handle it, can’t you?” He rasps over the lewd wet squelching of your bodies, “you can. Or else you would’ve worn panties.” 

“Didn’t have—any clean ones.” You shudder. 

“Why? Are you giving them away to boys?” 

“N-No!”

Ari hums, “Don’t know if I believe you, sweetheart.” He sits back up and works into you, pounding into your tight cunt, making you slide up the couch until you brace yourself on the arm. 

He spits down, his salvia lands on your puckered hole and trails down to your stretched pussy, joining the cream coating his length. His rough fingers collect your slick, and you jump at the extra sensation, pulsating around his girth. 

He groans gutturally around his digits—and his collection of your dirty panties is forgotten, now that he’s had the real thing, nothing will give the same sick satisfaction. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?” 

You shake your head, or try to at least. Suddenly wet fingers slide deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat as you gag.

“God, I love that noise. You’re gonna choke on my cock too.” Ari’s balls slam into your swollen clit, still sore from his ‘experimental slaps’ as he called them. You can’t decide if you want him to spank your button again, or keep fucking your guts. 

“I can only imagine how you’ll fit my balls in your mouth, you gonna gag on them too? Get me even more filthy because you’re so fucking small?” 

His hips stutter when you tighten, “you like that? Like when I talk about how tiny you are compared to me?” His assumptions are confirmed when you subtly move against him, hiccuping his name. “Your little cunt can barely take me, you know that? Daddy’s tearing you open, just because you’re a fucking whore desperate for cock. Never been fucked like this, huh?” 

His bulbous tip slams into your spot, forcing your juices out with every ruthless thrust. He takes great pride in your convulses, and the way your fingers pierce the cushion. “Know you haven’t, haven’t been fucked much at all, poor girl. Don’t worry, we’re gonna make up for it.”

Your toes curl in pleasure, thighs trembling under him. You cry out a mantra of daddy, your unexpected high is too powerful and it yanks away your breath. Ari pulls you by the back of your head, extending your neck as you gasp for air. You feel a rush of wetness and almost scream as he drags out your orgasm, it’s so intense it almost hurts—but you love it. 

“That’s my good girl. Daddy loves when you make a mess, means I’m doing something right.” Ari’s hips pick up the pace again, starting with thorough grinds that bleed into hard pumps. The cushion is soaked and your wetness clings to his skin, forming a white ring at the base of his cock, smearing down to his heavy sack. 

Ari stares down where you meet, your puffy folds struggling to take him. “Poor baby, little cunt is quivering.” He tuts, “c’mon, I know you can give me another.”

Your garbled reply is far too cute for your act of betrayal. 

He catches sight of the twinkling lights, the decorated Christmas tree with the Angel on top, staring down at you. The foul satire makes him even more greedy to tear you apart. “You know what I want for Christmas, baby?”

You can’t even manage any words as he fucks you brainless. All your fantasies were crumbs compared to this, the times you’ve woken up wet and bothered over a dirty dream about your stepfather—you thought those fictitious scenarios were obscene. But, reality has proven you terribly wrong. 

You’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

“Want you to be my little fuck doll, daddy’s cock drunk slut. I’m gonna teach you, train you and your little holes so I could use you whenever I want.” He groans, spreading your cheeks to watch his fat length spear you open. Bare, raw, it takes every ounce of control to not fill you up because there is still a Christmas party in fifteen minutes. 

“And, if you’re on the nice list, I’ll give you my cum. Don’t you want daddy’s seed in your pretty cunt, wanna be pumped full until you can’t take anymore?”

[arrarioxxx]

toxic!bf ari will push you to the edge and more and discourage you to safe word👀👀

damn I guess he really is a bad guy 😳:

Your endless bubblers of “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” go ignored, silenced by the lewd noises bouncing off the bedroom walls. The bed squeaks, your fancy silk robe lying forgotten on the hotel room floor.

He hoists you against his chest with an arm around your neck, his bulging bicep digging into your airway.

He told you he was busy and wouldn’t make it to your best friend’s wedding, so you came by yourself and arrived a day before the rehearsal dinner. You don’t know how he found out about your drunken night with the best man months ago.

“You can either fucking take it, or you aren’t going tomorrow.”

Your thighs tremble, nearly giving out, “B-But I’m the maid of honour—”

“Then you can take me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the safe word on the tip of your tongue and he knows that. He hooks another arm around your waist, tucking your ass snug against his hips. His cock slams into your spot, fuelling that aching, throbbing flame.

“Shh, you don’t wanna say it, baby. I know you don’t.”

Shame fills your chest because he’s right, you’d take anything he gave you, even if it hurt. Still, you shake your head and weep, “please, Ari, no more—”

“But look at you,” he turns your head to the mirror across the room, “look how good you’re taking me, baby. You don’t wanna stop.”

White speckles flicker in your blurry vision and your walls clench. You don’t catch the used condom on the wrinkled bedspread, pumped full and broken.

Poor baby. You were so fucked out, you didn’t even see him take it off.

“You know how pretty you’d look walking down the aisle? Fuck—I’m gonna come just thinking of it.” He presses balls deep and grinds filthily, desperate to knock you up and show everyone who you belong to, “you walking to me, not that fucking asshole. Were you gonna cheat on me? Fuck him in this bed?”

“N-No! I’d never!” You didn’t even know Ari then, how could he accuse you of such a thing?!

“Then prove it,” he rasps, licking the tears streaming down your cheek, “and let daddy come inside you.”

[arrarioxxx]

Dad’s best friend!Curtis

Your family usually joins him at his hunting lodge every year but due to your parents divorcing you haven’t been there for quite a few years. Now that you’re getting through college you decide you deserve a break so when dad asks if you wanna join this year?

You accept and after you arrive, Curtis isn’t quite sure he wants you to leave

AHH HERE HE IS !! 

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | soft!dark dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors dni, age gap, soft dark, manipulation, coercion, daddy kink, oral (f), p*ssy slapping, fingering (f), size difference, dirty talk, exhibitionism: almost caught/not afraid to get caught, spitting, gagging (with panties), size kink, degradation, dumbification, hints of sadistic!Curtis. mentioned: thigh riding. 

𝗪/𝗖 | 1033

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your name is called from down the hall, through the walls you can hear your father’s footsteps as he searches for you. Shame sinks deep, anchoring you to the floor, and pinning you to the eager mouth of a man almost twice your age. 

The both of you are tucked into a closet, the only light provided by the small lightbulb. You’re pressed into the wall, and fallen hangers and coats litter the floor from Curtis’ manhandling—he was so much bigger and stronger than you, it wasn’t hard for him to overpower you. 

You didn’t put up much of a fight either, you wanted him too. 

Your wet cotton panties are stuffed into your mouth, silencing your whimpers. His fingers are pressed to the hilt, his rough beard rubbing your petals as he sucks on your clit, flicking his tongue against the nub. 

Your knee is hooked around his broad shoulder keeping him close as he devours you, groaning into your swollen folds, already sensitive from his previous teasing. 

“Feels good, dumb baby?” Curtis asks against you, pulling back to spit messily on your slit, watching it drip down to your wet hole. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide as he swoops down to lick firmly up your cunt. “I know my jeans were so rough on your pretty pussy—daddy’s so sorry.”

You know he isn’t, you know he took great pride in being mean and hurting you. That was his whole attitude, a rugged man with a sadistic side, hell, he’s even joked about locking you in the basement so you’d never leave. 

Looking down at your wrists tied with his belt, you fear he wasn’t completely joking. 

Another shout of your name has you jumping, accidentally grinding against Curtis’ thick beard, and you moan softly, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Where the hell—” Your father’s voice sounds uncomfortably close, “Curtis!”

Your hands fist his beanie as your hips start moving slowly, riding his thick fingers and his merciless mouth, soaking him with your juices. 

“Yeah?”

Your heart stops and you stare down at him in terror, trying and failing to shove him away when a shadow appears under the door. 

“Have you seen my daughter?”

Curtis’ dark blue eyes flicker up, twinkling with mischief as he pulls out his fingers, and traces them along your cunt, spreading your cream. “No, not since breakfast.” He pulls back and lands a swift slap on your core, marvelling in your sharp gasp. He repeats the action again, and again, getting harder and louder. 

Your legs flail when the doorknob rattles, “what are you doing in there with the door locked?”

“Something you don’t wanna know.” Curtis murmurs, diving forward to mouth messily at your pussy, guttural groans sending vibrations through your body. His warmth soothes the burn from the slaps, “taste so fucking sweet, baby, like you were made for me. Such a little slut, those college boys don’t give it to you good, huh?” 

“What was that?”

“Did you check the backyard? She was out there yesterday.” His tongue collects your slick, only to spit it onto you again while heat combs over your skin and your stomach tightens. 

“Yeah, I checked everywhere. I hope she didn’t go outside, it’s dangerous all the way out here…” His voice fades away as Curtis licks you again, all sounds going muffled from the pleasure. 

He reaches up to pluck your panties from your mouth, he tucks them into his pocket and trails down your body. His fingertips trace along your chest, groping your breasts over your shirt. He pinches your nipples through the thin fabric, “you hear that, dumb baby? Even your daddy says it’s dangerous, especially for sweet little girls like you. I told you it’s safer here with me.”

“Curtis—I can’t stay.” You had a whole life, a career in the making and friends back in the city. You couldn’t leave it all, abandon it for him of all people. 

“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to stay here with me?” He reaches for the lock, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before looking at you once more. “I’ll treat you so good, baby, I promise. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, daddy will take care of everything.”

Your eyes flicker from the lock to him, still on his knees with your arousal around his pink lips and traces of it in his beard, he sinks forward to gently lap at your cunt. Blinking up at you with his thick lashes, softly suckling at your clit, and even dipping into your hole with his tongue. 

“Don’t be stupid and make me do this, baby, it’d ruin everything.” Is what he says, but you know he gets off on this, the sick thrill, the cruel taunting. “Do you wanna get caught and never speak to your father again? Do you wanna make him hate his best friend, and be ashamed of his whore daughter?”

You start crying, unable to do anything with your bound wrists and weak legs. His suckles get rougher, torturing your button with a hard suction, lewd noises filling the small closet with his moans. You don’t even notice when he prods at your hole again, sliding in deep with three long fingers. 

Your father is still rambling about your disappearance, totally unaware of his closest friend between your thighs. Curtis barely twists the lock, and the faint click snaps you out of that trance. 

“I-I’ll stay…” you choke out, tasting the bitterness of your tears. “Please don’t, please, daddy.”

The door locks again and Curtis’ hand returns to your hips, pressing you against the wall as he kisses along your thighs. The gentle gesture only makes you more embarrassed, with your soaked pussy inches from his face and your father on the other side of the door—he’s managed to trap you here in his hunting lodge. 

“I’ll go do another round outside the lodge, she might’ve wandered too far or something. God, I hope she’s safe.” 

“She is.” Curtis promises with a smirk, licking his lips as you tremble above him, so broken already and it’s only the beginning, “She’s very safe, no need to worry.” 

[arrarioxxx]

Lower

(Yes. This is happening.)

Summary: You learn just what your Captain needs to cheer up after some insecurities surface.

Warnings: smut, swearing, oral (male receiving), bodily fluids, rimming, woo woo all aboard the filth train

*This concept is literally always in the back of my mind but I have to give credit to @connieisland for this post about Sy that made me ballsy enough to admit it out loud. Also tumblr keeps trying to eat this fic so protect it with your life.*

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“Look at this old dog!” Machmoud exclaimed. “Boys I think he’s letting himself go a little. Look at this belly! Too many peach pies, yeah?”

The boys had a good solid laugh at Sy’s expense with that. It had been so long since they’d all been together in the same place, the party had quickly turned rowdy. Liquor flowed easy and so did their speech.

“Can it, Machmoud. You know I could still run your ass into the ground anytime. I still remember makin’ you puke your first day at Warhorse. You could barely keep up. Hell, you still run like a gotdamn newborn colt.”

Your giggled along with their crude banter from the sidelines. It was good to see them all together again, laughing and ribbing each other. You knew your husband could probably best every man in the room still, but if they had a little fun keeping him humble, who were you to say anything about it?

“Speaking of peach pie,” you announced over their noise, catching everyone’s attention, “That’s exactly what I’ve made for the birthday boy tonight! Who wants some?”

They all hooted and raised hands at once.

“Don’t see y’all boys worried about gettin’ bellies of your own now. Maybe y’all can understand my position. Cant turn down it down when a beautiful woman offers you some delicious pie, can ya?” Sy winked at you, knowing damn well they all understood the innuendo.

“Well we’ve heard tell that Mrs. Syverson is in possession of the most delicious peach pie there is. I sure wouldn’t turn down a taste,” one of the newer, younger friends said, eyebrows raised.

“BOY, I WILL END YOU,” Sy said sternly.

They all cackled at the subtly terrified look on his face as you went to the kitchen and started gathering plates. Once the supplies were set out, you served up a slice for each, saving the biggest for Sy. You carried it out to him with a lit candle in it.

“Now darlin’, you promised no singin’,” Sy said.

“Who said I’m singing to you, Captain?” you winked at him. “I was gonna save that for later, in private.”

That was met with a chorus of hoots and wolf whistles and you thought maybe Sy had actually blushed a little behind his lascivious grin.

The boys didn’t stay much longer after that. If your husband had a hand in rushing them out the door, you wouldn’t have spared it a notice.

You had plans for your birthday boy.

You cleaned up the bottles and dishes and were moving on to wiping the counters when a tipsy, happy bear slid up behind you. He leaned down, placing his arms around your waist and began to sway side to side. You smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Sunshine. That was nice. You’re too good to this old man sometimes,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

You turned, kissing his clothed chest and humming against him. “You deserve the best. Especially on your birthday, old man.”

He chuckled and drew an arm around your shoulders. He led you to the couch and tucked you in next to his side, nuzzling against your temple. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too Sy.”

“Even if I’ve gained some weight?” he asked jokingly, but you could hear that slight hint of insecurity buried in the question.

“No matter what,” you replied, your hand sliding down his chest to rub on his stomach. “There’s nothing you can do that would make me love you less. In fact,” you said as you bent to kiss him right there, “I’m kind of digging the extra thickness.”

“Mmm yeah?” he smirked at you.

You smiled as you continued to press kisses to his chest and stomach in a wandering pattern. You slowly slid from your seat to kneel on the floor as you kissed down the trail you knew was under his shirt.

A low hum rose from him as you continued your ministrations while running your hands over his thighs. Sy reached behind his neck, pulling his T-shirt free and tossed it to the side, giving you full access to that delicious chest hair.

Your exploration inspired wandering hands of its own, and soon he had a hand resting on the back of your head. He wasn’t guiding you, yet, but you could feel the ardent attention pressing against your chin as your lips trailed down the hair on his stomach.

Your fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans and found the waistband of both his pants and boxers, pulling them down as he lifted his hips. You helped him shed his attire completely, leaving him appropriately bare in his birthday suit. You took a moment to drink in the sight before you before meeting his eyes, before the tension built a little beyond his tolerance and his hand again found the back of your head, guiding you to his now-aching erection.

As your lips closed over the head of his cock and your tongue lapped around the slit, he groaned breathily and bucked his hips toward you. His head leaned back against the couch and he fisted himself while you worked his tip.

“Fuck, baby. I need to see you,” he groaned out, pulling you up from your knees and tugging at your shirt, then tossing it to the side. His hands were on your breasts immediately, followed by his mouth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” he hummed in between sucking at your nipples. You felt your panties growing damp and pulled back to quickly shed your pants and undergarments, tossing your panties up onto his chest.

The look of delight on his face was enough to make you beam, but when he gathered them up in his fist and pressed them to his face with an inhale your lips fell open with surprised lust. His fist fell to his cock and he began stroking himself, eyes darkened with desire finding yours.

“It’s your birthday, handsome. What do you want me to do most?” you asked him. His blatant attraction to you sending your mind into that place that had you willing to do just about anything to wring pleasure from this hulking beast.

“I want those pretty lips on me darlin’,” his voice had dropped an octave, intensity rolling off him in waves. “I want you to suck me until I can’t think straight, and then I wanna come down that pretty little throat of yours.” He paused his stroking to hold himself upright.

If he thought you’d hesitate after all the build up, he was in for a surprise. You dropped back to your knees unceremoniously and crawled between his legs. You ran your tongue up the thick length of him, then took him in whole, drawing a low groan from his lips, which intensified in volume as you hollowed your cheeks and began to suck.

“Fuck darlin’. You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, breathless. You pulled free of him with a wet pop of your lips and began laving all around his girth. You dipped lower, gently licking and kissing at his sack, before running your tongue from the bottom straight up the center. You noticed his cock jump at the action and he immediately fisted himself again. Oh he liked that.

You repeated the action while running your hands down the inside of his thighs, and he moaned, placing a hand with gentle pressure on the back of your head. His legs fell open a little wider.

“Does that feel good, Captain?” you questioned, pulling up to wink at him. But your man was beyond teasing, his eyes absolutely blazing with lust as he pressed you back down in silent request.

“Lower,” came the gritted reply, which you obliged willingly, tongue pressing against the underside of his sack. He shifted his hips, placing one of his heels on the coffee table behind you, before the hand guiding you pressed down more firmly while his hips rose slightly.

“Fuck....lower, baby.”

Oh.

Here he was, your husband, the man who spoiled and cared for you, held you tight at night, worked himself near to death to give you everything you wanted. And he was ready to come apart at the seams if you obliged this one request. Your eyes drew upward, taking in his visible pleasure, his head thrown back and eyes now closed. You’d never felt so willing.

You inched your tongue down, your nose pressing against him, aided by the pressure of his hand. You could feel his hips lift more and more the closer you moved to your destination. The anticipation had his other hand stuttering as he stroked himself.

And there it was. You ran your tongue over the pucker of his hole, once lightly, then again with more pressure. The groan that pulled itself from deep within his chest was quite possibly the most delightful noise that had ever graced your ears. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but his cock grew visibly harder above you.

Well wasn’t this something?

You began to work the area more rapidly, your tongue pressing firm circles around him while your hands clenched at the meat of his thighs.

“Ohhh fuck,” he moaned. “Don’t stop that baby.”

You could feel every moan and curse through his skin as he bucked his hips with every swirl of your tongue. You’d never seen him fall apart in such a way and you knew right then and there, as you joined one of your hands with his, that this would become an addictive pastime.

Your hand pumped with his, giving rhythm where his was lacking, and you could feel the strident pulse of his blood through his rigid length.

His breath was now coming in pants and the sound was pure music as you doubled your efforts, licking and sucking at the forbidden button. You felt his thighs begin to tremble as he tried to bite back another bold moan.

“Mmm....holy fuck darlin’...” he began to swell in your hand, so you quickly replaced your mouth with your fingertips, circling and pressing lightly. You pulled up and opened for him.

He released himself from his hand, placing both on the back of your neck to pull you down onto his length, thrusting deeply and erratically into your warm mouth. A growled string of curses left his mouth as you felt his hole clench above your fingers and his hot come began to pour down your throat.

“Oh god, babygirl...” he exclaimed as he thrust shallowly against your throat, spilling the last of his copious seed into you. His trembling legs forced him to release you and fall back against the cushions, out of breath and completely blissed out.

You made a show of tasting his thick come, swirling it around in your open mouth before swallowing and smiling widely at him. He reached out weakly to grasp at your arms and pull you into his lap.

Your Captain was at a loss for words, clearly, and simply leant to rest his head against your chest. You gave a tiny giggle and stroked the short hairs at the back of his neck.

You then pressed a kiss to his scalp, squeezing in close, and whispered

“Happy Birthday, Captain.”

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[arrarioxxx]

Title - Ride you

Pairing - Sy x reader

Warnings - smut

Story - Sy wants reader to practice driving a stick shift. Reader wants to ride him instead.

“Sy are you sure?” You glanced at your fiancée who was sitting in the passenger side of the truck, dangling the keys out to you with a cheeky grin on his face. “Remind me again why I have to drive a stick shift?”

“Because my truck will be our second vehicle and I don’t trust that car of yours”.

“Sy!”

“Baby you got to learn. What if I’m deployed and that heap of shit you drive doesn’t start again?”

“Why do you hate my car so much?” You rolled your eyes as you started the ignition. “It’s a classic”.

“A classic heap of shit”. Sy laughed as you punched his arm. “Ok, ok .. just drive woman!”

“I hate this..” You grumbled as you crunched the gears. “I prefer my automatic”.

“You’ll thank me later”.

“Why am I driving out here in the bloody paddock?” You groaned as you drove along on the bumpy dirt road.

“It’s a dirt road that leads to a paddock”. Sy laughed.

“Same thing”. You rolled your eyes.

“Because I can’t trust you on the road yet”.

“Hmmmm”. You huffed and glanced at Sy as he put on his sunglasses. You smirked and decided to see how far you could push him. When he looked away you quickly moved your knee length dress up to your thighs then continued driving. “Sy baby?”

“Yeah? Sy looked at you then immediately glanced at your bare legs.

“It’s hot isn’t it? Can you turn up the air?” You kept your focus on the road but you knew that your dress was sitting just short of your lace boy brief panties.

“Oh yeah sure thing Sugar” Sy stammered as he fidgeting with the air conditioning.

You smirked when you noticed Sy adjusting his crutch discreetly. The captain was a big strong guy, but you were his one and only weakness. After leaning back in his seat and shifting a few times he huffed before placing his big hand on your upper thigh.

“Doing well Sugar”.

“I have a good teacher”. You chewed on your bottom lip as you slowed the truck down and parked to the side of the road. Sy glanced at you and raised his eyebrow.

“Something wrong baby girl?”

“I’m getting tired of driving Sy”. You turned to him slowly, your eyes on his huge bulge. “It’s so boring .. I feel like riding something instead”.

Sy licked his lips before unbuckling his seatbelt then leaning across to do the same to yours. His hand rubbed up and down your thigh.

“You wanna be my naughty girl huh Sugar?”

“You like that don’t you?”

“Fucking love it”. Sy leaned forward and sucked on your bottom lip before kissing you passionately. “Wanna take this in the back?”

“Thought you’d never ask Captain”. You winked at him before opening your door and getting out of the truck. You watched as Sy leaned across to push the seat forward before getting out himself. You grinned as you slid your underwear off and tossed them at him. “Get in Sy and no pants”.

“Bossy”. Sy rolled his eyes before unzipping his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. He grinned at you and slapped his thigh, his cock erect against his stomach. “Come ride me Sugar”.

You got in and crawled onto his lap as he pulled your skirt up. You sat on his thighs as he sucked on two fingers before easing them in between your folds.

“So wet for me already”. Sy rubbed his fingers over your clit before sliding them in. Immediately you moaned and rocked on his hand. “Look at you riding my fingers .. you want it bad don’t you love?”

You moaned louder and moved to fist his cock. You kept your eyes on his as you leaned closer and spat on your hand to lubricate him.

“Jesus”. Sy closed his eyes as you pumped his cock while his fingers moved inside you. “Tell me you can take me. I need to fuck you”.

“I’m ready”.

Sy withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up at your entrance. He groaned as you pushed your hips down to engulf him inch by inch.

“You’re so big”. You groaned feeling Sy stretch your walls. “Gimme a minute”.

“You can take me”. Sy rubbed your clit in circles. “Tight little pussy”.

Once he was embedded deep within you, you started to move and Sy moaned out loud. His hands moved to your ass then you felt a slap against your bare skin.

“That’s it .. fuck me good”.

You threw your head back as the truck started to rock. Sy pushed your t shirt up and you felt the cool breeze on your bare skin as he pulled your bra cups down and exposed your breasts. You knew how much Sy loved them as they were big and natural. He leaned forward to suck on one of your nipples as his fingers rolled the other one. Then he leaned back as his eyes watched your bouncing breasts then in between your legs.

“That’s it .. ride me hard like that. Make those tits bounce”. Sy moaned.

You loved how dirty he got during sex. It turned you on and he knew it.

“Like this?” You rode him harder and cupped your breasts in both hands.

“Fuck yeah .. like my own private porno”. Sy pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts. You cried out as he hit your cervix. He was so deep inside you that you swore you saw stars. Your hands gripped his t shirt hem as you tugged it up to reveal his rock hard abs. Instantly your hands moved to his chest as you lent against him for leverage.

“Fuck you’re riding me so well Sugar”. Sy groaned. “Gotta sit back and enjoy the show now .. your old man can’t keep up with you”.

You smirked as you continued to ride him hard. Your thighs burned, sweat glistened on your skin and all you could hear were squelching sounds coming from between your legs. You lent back slightly, letting Sy get the best view of your body. He was muttering profanities, clearly enjoying what you were doing.

Sy licked his fingers then twisted your nipples. He knew you were super sensitive there and it usually bought on your orgasm. You felt the tingle in your toes as he repeated the action.

“I’m going to cum”. You moaned.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on this big cock?” Sy watched between your legs. “Fuck .. how the hell do you take me?” His hand moved to your lower abdomen. “I’m in here. Oh fuck”.

“Sy”. You moaned as your stomach started to coil. “Oh god I feel it”.

“Come on Sugar. Give it to me”.

You screamed his name as the most earth shattering orgasm hit you hard. Your body jerked in spasms as Sy continued to move you up and down on his cock.

“Shit”. Sy muttered. “Can feel you gripping me .. fuck I’m gonna cum. Lean forward”.

You were tired and your body was limp and well spent as you lay against Sy’s chest. He moved you up and down on his cock quickly while muttering filth into your ear.

“Just a bit more. Need this pussy a bit more”.

“Cum Sy”. You were so tired and your pussy started to ache. He was a big guy and you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. All you could do was lay against him as he used your pussy as a fuck toy to reach his peak. It was always this way with Sy. He seemed to last forever.

“Sy”. You moaned. “Cum baby”.

“Close .. fuck so close”. Sy was grunting loudly as he pushed his hips up and down at a rapid pace while you lay limp against his chest. “Just a bit longer. Fuck your pussy is so good baby”.

You were tired as hell and your bull of a fiancée had a lot more in him, so you decided to play dirty in a bid to soothe your battered pussy.

“Please.. please Daddy ..”

“Fucking hell!” Sy faltered in his movements before snapping his hips again. “Keep talking .. keep saying that”.

“Need you to fill up my little pussy”. You sucked on his neck. “Your big cock is fucking me so well Daddy”.

“Lean back”. Sy grabbed hold of your waist as he bucked up into you. You knew he was watching your big breasts bounce around so you grabbed hold of them and moaned. “Daddy! Fuck me like that Daddy!”

“Yeah? Fucking tell me!”

“Look”. You leant back grabbing the seat behind you as you moved off your knees and spread your legs wide. You knew him well and this was by far his biggest turn on. “Look how big your cock is and how tiny my pussy is”. You gyrated your hips as he slowed his movements to watch you. You could feel him twitch. He was so close.

“Do you like that Daddy? You like stretching this little pussy?”

“Fuck yeah”. Sy grabbed at your knees, pushing them wider apart. “Jesus I’m close”.

You sat up slightly as his hands moved to your waist and he started using your body again.

“Cum Daddy”. You grabbed at one of his hands and moved it towards your face. Your mouth opened as you sucked on two of his fingers. “Pussy is getting sore Daddy. Need your cum”.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Sy grabbed your waist hard as he released inside you. He was never a one shot kind of guy, instead he always came in a series of bursts. So you moved your legs wider across his lap, opening yourself up to him as he moaned. “Fuck that’s it. Take it”. His hand drifted between your legs as some of his cum started to drip out. He rubbed it all over your clit before moving his fingers back to your mouth to suck clean. The minute your lips parted he groaned loudly as he finished emptying his load inside you.

“Naughty girl calling me that. You know what that does to me”. Sy panted as he lay back against the seat. He was all sweaty and the truck smelt like sex.

“I had to get you to cum”. You kissed his lips. “I was getting sore”.

“Did I hurt ya?” Sy looked up quickly, his eyes looking over your body.

“No but you’re a big boy Sy”. You got up on your knees as he eased himself out of you. He saw you whimper and he looked concerned. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to your big dick”.

Sy ran his hands over your stomach and hips. You could almost read his mind. He was into aftercare and although he never liked to hurt you, he knew that he was well endowed and anything rough left you a bit sore.

“Lay back baby”. Sy made you lay down as he pulled off his t shirt and slipped it under your ass. Gently he wiped you clean then bent forward to kiss your stomach. “Gotta reward you now love. You just lie there while I take care of ya”.

“Sy”.

“Let me make your pussy feel better baby”.

Before you could react his mouth was between your legs seeking out your clit. He gave it a good long suck and you moaned. Unlike other men before him, Sy had no issue with tasting himself between your legs. It was something that turned you on.

“Sy oh god Sy!”

Soon you were moaning, your hands grasping Sy’s hair as your walls clenched. His mouth had latched on to your sensitive clit while one of his fingers pumped into you. As you came down from your high you noticed Sy hovering between your legs and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You good?”

“Yeah .. fuck that was hot Sy”.

“Best car ride I’ve had Sugar”

“So you think I’m ok at driving your stick shift?”

“Your mean riding it?” Sy grinned at you. “The best baby”.

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[arrarioxxx]

What happens when you are neighbors with a certain man who wears grey sweats all the time?

Gray Sweatpants Season

@littlefreya I hope you don't mind I made this a Syverson one-shot.

word count: 2002

warnings: none, unless you don't like the idea of giving Sy a blow job

You’d been in the neighborhood about as long as the guy next door. Your schedules had a few overlaps, but they never matched up with block parties or other neighborhood get-togethers. All you knew of him was from other people…and what you saw. Like right now: he was in his backyard, working out, shirtless in gray sweatpants. Bastard. God, he looked delicious.

Matthew Syverson: retired Army captain; Southern; bulky and muscular, but not intimidatingly so; gentle to animals, especially his own; sexy as fuck. He’d nod in greeting if you happened to pass each other outside. Honestly, you should thank him. He was the sole reason you’d taken up walking as everyday movement, just to get a glimpse of him. Walking wouldn’t get you noticed right now, though. Weeding would.

You slipped into a pair of leggings and a cropped t-shirt, grabbed your gardening gloves and a bag, then headed to your own backyard. You started along the wall opposite your shared fence, so if he turned he’d see you out. It was about 15 minutes of busywork before it paid off. “Hey, missy, you missed a spot!” You put down the clump of weeds you’d just picked and turned around.

“I’m sorry”, you responded. 

Syverson pointed to the left of you. “That there’s gonna choke out the bulbs you planted.” You smiled internally: he had been paying as much attention to you as you had to him, and just as surreptitiously. “Lemme hose off ‘n I’ll come help ya.” You gave him a genteel smile and nodded your consent.

A couple of minutes later, Syverson hopped the low fence and strode across the yard. You enjoyed the view of the sun glinting off the drops of water falling from his face and chest. Those gray sweatpants fit just right, goddamn. Tight enough at the waist and through the thigh to see how well-muscled and defined he was, but not so tight that it looked purposeful. He walked with a relaxed confidence that oozed virility. He knew what he was and he didn’t hide it, but he wasn’t a standard asshole about it.

When he reached you, he knelt down beside you and stuck out his hand. “Matt Syverson. My friends call me Syverson. My close friends call me Sy.” You wondered if he was insinuating something. “Now, I know your name, but I wanna hear you say it”, he drawled, his eyes dropping to your mouth. Oh fuck, you thought. He’s good.

“Y/N”, you replied, taking his hand. He held it tenderly and shook it firmly, obviously a practiced skill. You wondered what else his hands could do. “I know common weeds, but I’m still not familiar with all the ones in this part of the country. I’ve only been here a little over a year, but I was in an apartment until I bought this place.”

Syverson nodded. “I got ya”, he said. “I’ll give you a primer.” For the next hour, he talked you through all the problem plants and bugs, differentiated the good weeds from the bad, and worked right along with you. Every so often, you noticed his gaze skim over you, but he was a perfect gentlemen. He could crouch for a good long time, allowing you to map out the ropy muscles in his thighs. This man was carved from granite, he was so beautiful. “Okay, darlin’, how ‘bout some water?”

“Oh my goodness”, you blurted. “I’m so sorry! Come inside. Please.” You stood, then bent to grab the bag of weeds, now full, to dump in the yard waste bin. When you turned to get your gloves, you found Syverson leaned back and watching. He had your gloves in his hand and his eyes on yours: intense, with a little smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Don’t be shy, Sy”, you said. “On your feet.” The smirk spread into a smile and Syverson stood to follow you.

You had no idea what his intentions were, but if you could get a hot & heavy makeout maybe even a fingering, you’d be happy. It had been too long and you needed a little sexual healing. He seemed interested and amenable. I hope I’m not reading into this, you silently prayed. You stomped the dirt off your shoes before toeing them off. You stepped aside to hold the door for Syverson and watched in surprised bemusement as he did the same. A man who can take a hint is so fucking hot, you marveled. 

“Can I ask you a question”, Syverson inquired quietly. You tipped your head and he nodded. Expecting him to continue, you were left breathless when he pinned you to the wall with his broad body. “Are you feelin’ what I’m feelin’?” He leaned in and inhaled deeply at your neck, then rumbled low in your ear, “Because I’ve had my eye on you, and word on the street is yours is on me. True?” 

You took a second to collect yourself before answering. “True”, you said, in a seductive tone you hadn’t intended. This man brought the cat in heat out of you. You wanted to pull down his filled-out sweatpants to see if reality matched your imagination. Instead, you turned your head, putting your mouth near his, and said, “I’ve heard the same about you. Seems we’ve some catching up to do.” With no preamble, Syverson licked at your top lip before taking it between his. You nipped at his bottom lip, then captured it between your own. He tipped your head up and locked his mouth to yours. Your tongues danced a sultry tango until you had to breathe.

Syverson crossed his arms above your head, leaning against the wall. He rolled his body into yours, groins touching for a split second. He wasn’t even hard, but you could tell he was substantial. You wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him back to you, before sliding your hands down to his ass. They were much too small to palm the ample flesh there, but it gave you an excuse to run your hands over him. A small whimper escaped his throat and his pelvis began a slow rhythm against your lower belly. As he stiffened, random breaths were punctuated with soft groans. You loved a vocal man who let you play. You broke the kiss and looked him deep in the eyes. He reciprocated, rubbing harder against you. He was in no rush, though: he kept the same speed, he just wanted more friction.

You slipped your hands into the front of his waistband and gently brought the sweatpants down as you knelt. “Girl, don’t you dare”, he warned playfully. “Turnabout and all that.” You didn’t say a word as you kept lowering his pants. He was going commando. Apropos for a military vet, you thought. When his cock bounced out from the elastic waist, your eyes grew wide for a second. Hallelujah, you silently praised. Expectations met. As he was fully revealed, your hands instinctively went for his thick, hard length, uncut and silky to the touch. You leaned in and took one side of his sack in your mouth, gently nibbling and running your tongue over it. You gripped him tight and started pumping, while your free hand guided him to turn against the wall.

Syverson groaned, leaning back and sliding down into a wall sit. You sat back on your heels, getting comfortable. You didn’t think it would take him long to reward you with a milky jetstream, because whatever inhibitions this man may have had were clearly gone. He braced himself by straightening his arms beside him, but every so often he’d bang the wall with his fist. You realized fairly quickly it was his way of telling you what worked: swirling your tongue over the head; pumping him low near the base while you sucked the top; taking him deep and swallowing; even stopping altogether and allowing shallow thrusts. At one point, he put his finger under your jaw, forcing you off. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and kissed you hard; the first time a man didn’t seem to mind tasting himself. Without realizing it, one hand had worked its way into your leggings to give yourself some relief. You were soaked with arousal, but you really wanted to watch him cum, so you didn’t stroke too much. 

Syverson didn’t either. “Uh uh”, he panted. “Slow down, sweetpea. I want some-a that juicy peach when yer finished.” He gently pushed your head down, and you took him to the back of your throat, letting him rub the head of his cock there. “Fuck, girl. You know what yer doin’” - he gasped and moaned as you found his puckered opening. You’d used the finger you touched yourself with, slick with your own nectar, and circled his hole. His pelvis started rocking again, and you knew you’d found his sweet spot. “Oh yeah… oh fuck… oh my god…” he mumbled, almost a chant. You felt him thicken, signaling he was close.

Every breath was accentuated with a groan, while his hips worked in short, hard thrusts. “I’m close”, he whispered. “I’m right there…” You removed your finger and pushed him to the floor. Your head bobbed up and down, while your mouth sucked hard. “I hope this is what you wanted, cuz here I cum”, he warned, stilling. His cock throbbed and you readied yourself. The first spurt shot straight down your throat. He sighed, only to grunt when the second stream issued forth. The wantonness of it was so sexy, you almost came listening to him. He couldn’t keep quiet if he tried, and he didn’t try. 

You cupped his balls, to see if they’d relaxed, and he groaned loudly. “Lie down”, you ordered, and he didn’t hesitate. “Such a good boy”, you purred. His gaze was intense and his cock jumped at the praise. You grinned wickedly and took his balls in your mouth again. You wiggled the tip of your finger into his ass, and he keened, pounding the wall. You took the head of his cock in hand, circling it firmly while your mouth and finger worked. You looked up and saw his abs tighten, chest heaving as he tried to control his breathing through the moans. You didn’t let up: you knew he had another orgasm in him. You bit at the skin of his sack, stretching it a little. He cried out, quaking. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn’t focus his attention. He whined as he came again, hands over his face. 

When he calmed down, he asked “What did I do to deserve that?” You reached for his sweatpants and held them up. He cocked an eyebrow, before understanding washed over his face. “I mean, shit”, he said sheepishly. “I got three more pairs. Do I get this treatment every time I wear 'em?” You crawled up to kiss him, sharing his own taste with him. 

“Only if you stay a good boy”, you teased. You felt his cock twitch. You turned to see it harden again. “You got another one in you?”

Syverson flipped you onto the floor. “Yes, but not until I service you. I might faint if I don’t get a break.” You lay still and let Syverson work his magic. He was so worth the wait! His third orgasm surprised you, happening as he made you cum. The thought of it prolonged your pleasure, which he loved. He hadn’t even been inside you, and you already knew he was the best lay you ever had. He stretched out next to you, leaning on his elbow. “What should we do now?”

“Fuck in the shower, then have lunch”, you suggested. Syverson agreed, with the caveat that you went another round after lunch. “You know, sir, that sounds like an excellent plan.” Afternoon set, you led Sy to your bathroom. Gray sweatpants season was definitely the best season.

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[arrarioxxx]

So I stumbled over this and I just... Can you imagine cam daddy!Ari and shy!reader, coaxing her to do a stream with him, just so he can show off those big hands? Reader would be doing him such a big favour, her face won't be in it, he'll just touch her a little, "That's fine, right, bunny? Can you do this favour for me, I promise I'll be gentle..." (he adds "at first" quietly to himself because MMMPH he'd go wild for her eventually)

this is going in the fic 😵‍💫 what if I just… post the masterlist so all the asks are easy to find 🌚 totally not bc the fic is coming soon

it's the first time you're on camera, but you aren't showing your face. Just dressed in a cozy sweater and fuzzy socks, biting on the hem of your sweater to hold it up and "show everyone your pretty cunt, baby." You watch yourself through the screen, you can't read the comments without your glasses so Ari does it for you: "they're talking about how cute you sound, how small you are compared to me... someone asked if I have to force myself into your little hole."

"H-He does..." You manage, whining when he pushes away your hand to rub your swollen nub, his fingers slowly thrusting into you, "he sometimes goes slow, but I-I like it when it hurts."

"She cries when it's just the tip—it's 'cause I tease her." His beard brushes your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses along your tear-stained skin, "she's just my little baby, my sweet dummy. Crying when daddy won't fuck you, rubbing your face all over my cock when you're needy," he laughs at a comment, "yeah, yeah, she gets real dumb. Can't even remember her own name."

He curls his fingers and hits that spot, and you cry out, your sweater dropping from your mouth. You almost fall over right there, but his other arm keeps you up and pinned against his bare chest.

"No, you won't see her like that tonight. This is just a test run, seeing if she likes it." He talks as if you aren't there, trembling on his fingers and making the most pathetic sounds. He lifts your sweater and places it between your teeth again, giving the viewers that filthy view of your drippy pussy, "and you like it, baby? You like all these people watching you cum all over daddy's fingers?"

[arrarioxxx]

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Anon Ask 1 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 2 (stepdad!seb): Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 3: Part 1

Anon Ask 4 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 5: Part 1

Anon Ask 6 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 7: Part 1

Anon Ask 8: Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 9 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 10 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 11 (stepdad!seb): Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 12: Part 1

Anon Ask 13 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 14 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 15 (dilf!seb): Part 1

Man Bun

Anon Ask 16 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 17 (stepdad!seb): Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 18 (soft!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 19 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Sweat

Anon Ask 20 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 21: Part 1

Anon Ask 22 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 23 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 24: Part 1

Anon Ask 25: Part 1

Anon Ask 26(stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 27 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Dad's Little Girl AU

Anon Ask 28 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 29 (stepbro!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 30: Aftercare

Anon Ask 31: Part 1

Anon Ask 32: Part 1

Closer

Anon Ask 33 (fluff): Part 1

Anon Ask 34: Part 1

Anon Ask 35 (stepdad!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 36: Part 1

Anon Ask 37: Part 1

Anon Ask 38: Part 1

Anon Ask 39: Part 1

Anon Ask 40: Part 1

Anon Ask 41: Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 42 (dbf!seb): Part 1

Anon Ask 43: Part 1

Anon Ask 44 Part 1

Anon Ask 45: Part 1

Anon Ask 46: Part 1

Anon Ask 47: Part 1

Anon Ask 48: Part 1

Anon Ask 49: Part 1

Anon Ask 50: Part 1

Anon Ask 51: Part 1

Birthday Morning

Anon Ask 52: Part 1

Anon Ask 53 (plussize!reader): Part 1

Anon Ask 54: Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 55: Part 1

Anon Ask 56: Part 1

Anon Ask 57: Part 1

Anon Ask 58: Part 1

Anon Ask 59: Part 1

Anon Ask 60: Part 1

Anon Ask 61: Part 1

The Play

Anon Ask 62: Part 1

Anon Ask 63: Part 1

Anon Ask 64: Part 1

Anon Ask 65: Part 1

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Anon Ask 67: Part 1

Anon Ask 68: Part 1

Anon Ask 69: Part 1

A Smutty & Fluffy Christmas Present

[arrarioxxx]

Woke up to an empty bed with no note on the table-B.B.

Part 2- The door slammed and I knew you were gone….but then you came back to haunt me.

DON’T STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY STUFF!!!!

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Summary: You finally get your chance with Bucky.

Warnings n stuff: 18+, smut, biker!bucky, female!reader, angst, oral(fem rec), fingering, pet names: sugar and sweetheart, hand kink, breeding kink, creampies, undpotected sex, p in v, spit kink, choking, mentions of alcohol, biting, slightly rough sex, scratching, begging, slight mocking, pussy smacking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, buckys an asshole, mentions of cigarettes. WC: 1.9k+

Requested by @hommoturttle (I’m sooooo sorry it took this long🥺)

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You were standing behind the bar, filling up the last beer for a customer when Bucky sat down across from where you were working. You gave the last three men their beers before you came back over to him. “The usual?” You asked, all you got was a nod before he licked his lips, then he straightened up a ring on his right hand, which made you look down at his hands.

You swallowed and grabbed his beer, then set it down in front of him. Bucky took a big swig before he sucked his teeth, “thought you were off today?” He asked. Geez, didn’t think he kept up with me…

“I was supposed to be. Natasha called in and needed someone to cover for her so…here I am. Happy to see me?” You asked, a smirk on your face before you started to wipe off the counter a little. It was getting closer to closing, thankfully, and Bucky’s a friend of Steve’s so he’s able to stay later- past closing. “Hmm….” He chuckled a little, then his eyes went to the tv above you, and for a moment you had a chance to stare at his hands.

One sleek black and gold, rings still adored two of those fingers- neither of them were a wedding band though- and his right hand. Oh, his right hand. Veiny, slightly callused but his nails were clean, a few tattoos on his knuckles and fingers, as well. He had rings on that hand too, and on that arm he had a full sleeve. You swallowed and kept cleaning the counter a bit, and thankfully most people had gone home. Bucky’s eyes were still on the tv, so you let your eyes trail up to his neck. Tattoos were inked onto his skin, one behind his left ear, a neck tattoo as well.

You’d seen him shirtless a few times, and he definitely had a bunch more tattoos to show off, you just wished you would’ve been lucky enough to see them all.

“Staring again.” Bucky mumbled under his breath before he took another swig of his beer. You cleared your throat and went on about your work. He could be such an ass though. You’d liked Bucky for quite a while, and he knew but never did anything or showed the same feelings in return. But that night, you were hoping something different would occur. Hoping.

So when Steve had closed the bar down, everything was cleaned up, and Bucky was walking out with you, you made a move. “I think this has been a long time coming. Want to go back to my place?” You asked him, and sure, you’d hung out plenty of times with him, but only with friends and other people around. Never ever were you two alone.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed at your question, but he took a drag of his cigarette he had lit at the door, and then tossed it to the ground before smashing it under his boot. He breathed the smoke out away from your face before he answered. “And do what???” He asked, and you were puzzled. Was he serious? Did Bucky seriously not know what you were insinuating?? “And…fuck. Have sex…sleep and then do all of it again in the morning?” You said, but it came out more as a question.

It took him a minute to process what you were asking. Bucky had seen you eye fucking him for a while now, and while he enjoyed it- he was certain he didn’t feel a thing for you. But a good lay was a good lay, right?? You’re hot, just not someone he was willing to continue on with in life. Once you got to your car, he figured why the hell not? So he took a breath and opened your car door, “sure, I’ll follow you.”

It was a whirlwind. The second you unlocked your front door, Bucky had you pinned to the wall. His hands were all over you, groping and feeling you up. His plump lips were on yours and you could taste the cigarettes and beer on them, his tongue hungrily slipping right past your lips. Bucky hoisted you up, grabbed the back of your legs and led you to your room, by feeling his way through your place. He’d only been there twice, for small get-togethers, but he’d remembered enough.

He shoved your door open and then tossed you onto your unmade bed. Bucky wasn’t going to take his time. He wanted you then and that was it. He took his shoes off and then his pants, while you undressed as well. Around the same time, you were both completely naked and he crawled on top of you, his mouth went straight to your breasts and bit the skin on them. His beautiful hands caressed your sides and went to your thighs, hoisting them up a little. Bucky moved down further, biting and kissing the skin as he made a trail of sloppy, wet kisses leading right to your pelvic area. He kissed the mound of your pussy before he licked up the slit of it, collecting the wetness that was there.

You cried out, grabbing for his hair as he began to devour you. Your moans bounced off of the walls of your bedroom, his tongue skillfully flicked your clit while a finger on his left hand prodded at your opening. His lips pulled your clit into his mouth, and he began to suck on it, grunts and groans leaving his lips as he suckled like crazy.

You barely had enough time to realize that he’d stopped, only for Bucky to spit on your cunt messily and lewdly before he slipped a left, metal finger into your cunt. The cool sensation of his finger had you tossing your head back a bit while he played with your clit, other hand gripping your hip and thigh- alternating between the two. He finger fucked you with skill, and with lust- but only lust. Then he slipped in a second finger, his goal was to make you cum as many times as he wanted.

After he made you cum twice, he crawled right back up your body, licking a trail from your mound to your throat. From there, he went to your sweet spot on your neck and bit it. Bucky licked over the harsh mark before he smacked your pussy a couple of times with his metal hand, but not too hard. He listened to you moan for him, and thought the sounds were so sweet. He just loved how wet you were getting for him. It was cute, how you were a filthy, dripping mess.

Bucky moved his lips to your mouth and kissed you, sloppily. You could taste your self on his lips, and his scruff was even slightly wet from where he’d eaten your cunt out and made you cum twice. Bucky’s metal fingers toyed with your clit, which made you moan more into his mouth while your clit throbbed steadily.

You began to beg for him, something he thought he’d never hear, but he liked it. “Please….please fuck me. Been wanting this for so long. Pleasepleasepleasefuck me! Please Bucky, need you so bad. Need your cock so fucking bad!!” You begged and begged and it only made his cock that much harder, because he loved when his girls begged. Loved it.

Without warning he slipped into you, giving you what you wanted. You were so fucking warm and tight, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven from how blissful the feeling of your cunt was. God, he could’ve gotten used to it, if he actually liked you.

You let out a satisfied moan, relieved at finally being full of his cock. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Being full of me, the risk of getting pregnant because I’m not wearing a condom, don’t ya sweetheart??” He grunted out before he pulled out and thrusted back into your cunt. You cried, gripping onto the blankets of your bed. “You’ve no idea how happy it makes me that you wanted my cock so fucking bad. You want to be bred by me, filled by me, stuffed by me. You’ve no idea what you’ve got coming, sugar.” Bucky growled, and then his thrusts were nearly animalistic as he fucked into you like your cunt was made just for his throbbing cock.

Your nails raked up his back, leaving trails of red in their way, even over his tattoos. His tattoos…there were so many. Many more than you thought there’d be, but you most certainly were not disappointed. He was like a dream. But more so a nightmare by the end of it all.

Bucky fucked you like his life depended on it. Grunts and growls were ripped from his throat as he fucked you without any mercy being shown or felt. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing, and he forced your mouth opened, spitting into it so you’d have a little more of him for the long haul. “That-a-girl. Something to remember me by, rather than just imagining the feeling of my cock. You’re gonna feel so fucking empty without it, sugar.” Bucky had grunted, and it didn’t register what he had said, but Bucky knew what he’d said, and he meant it.

You were a friend, a really good friend but that was it, well besides a good fuck. He knew what he’d have to do after this. “Shit! Shit Bucky please! Feels so good…” you slurred out, and a smirk appeared on his face as you moaned out his name in pure ignorant bliss. You were on cloud nine, and he knew it. So Bucky made sure to give you all that he could. “Yeah, I know sugar….cum for me. Cum on this fat cock. Then I’ll cum in you and breed you like you want me to.” And so you did. You came, and when you did it was euphoric. Your legs trembled and pussy spasmed. You felt like nothing could ever bring you down again. Bucky’s hands groped and grabbed whatever they could, and you let out another moan at the thought of those hands being all over your body. God you hoped that this wouldn’t be a one and done.

Bucky fucked you until four in the morning. He came in your cunt four times and you came four more after the three- with only short breaks in between. To say by the time you both fell asleep, that you weren’t dripping his cum onto your bed sheets, it was an understatement. It was leaking out of you pretty much the whole time you slept, it had coated your thighs in stickiness. Not to mention, it was the best sleep you’d gotten in a long while, and thankfully you could spend the morning with Bucky since you hadn’t had work.

Or so you thought you’d spend it with him, but by the time you’d woken up, the other side of the bed was only a little warm. You groaned and looked around, “Bucky?” You even called for him. You decided to get up and look for maybe a note or even a sign of him. Anything.

There was nothing.

No note.

Not a sign of Bucky.

Not a text or a call.

Nothing.

So you decided to text him. But that was the funny thing, the message wouldn’t send. You were absolutely confused. So you then made up your mind to call him, after you got a shower of course.

And it went straight to voicemail before cutting you off.

You’d been blocked by Bucky.

-

[arrarioxxx]

Time Out

The Slutty Bucky Birthday Bash - Day 13 ❥

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (yhhmsgm universe)

Prompt: Need me a boy who is so needy and whiny when he cums inside for who knows how many times, and yet he still begs as soon as he's done "please, please again? I'll be good, I-I swear, I just need it so bad, just one more baby I promise–"

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. Needy Bucky. Begging. PIV sex. Creampies... lots of creampies.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Okay, so, this happens the week following your first time together. And I don’t mean like, once that week… I mean all week. We’re talking ruined sheets. We’re talking stains on the couch that will never fully come out. We’re talking chafing.

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“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” Bucky groaned. His feet slipped against the sheets as he pushed into you, scrambling like if he only had a little more traction, maybe he could finally get deep enough. 

If the past forty-eight hours had taught you anything, it was that Bucky would never have enough of you to be satisfied. He would never be deep enough, close enough; you’d never be full enough. 

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “M’gonna come, baby, shit. Feels so damn good.” After a couple more sharp thrusts and a broken groan against your ear, he stilled. You squeezed your legs tight around his waist as his cock throbbed inside you, filling you up.

How many times was that, now? You had lost count at least two orgasms ago. Both of you a sticky, sweaty mess, you weren’t sure where your body ended and his began. 

Bucky continued thrusting through the aftershocks, hypnotized, unbothered by the way each movement pushed more of his cum out of you, made an even bigger mess. After thoroughly ruining the bedsheets yesterday, you had gathered some towels to have at the ready today— and thank god for that. The soiled pile on the floor was growing steadily; the towel underneath you now was saturated, and you’d have to change it out as soon as Bucky was ready to let you.

He was never going to be ready, though. Because that meant taking a break, pulling out of you and letting you go— and judging by the way his arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly while he panted against your skin, that wasn’t happening any time soon. 

You traced soothing circles on his back, over clammy skin and rising goosebumps. “Buck,” you murmured, and when he lifted his head, it took his eyes a moment to focus on you. Cloudy blue, hazy with a mix of bliss and desire. 

You pressed a long, slow kiss to his sweaty forehead. Innocent enough, casual; he wouldn’t interpret it as anything more than an affectionate gesture, but in reality you were discreetly checking his temperature. 

“M’fine,” he said hoarsely, because of course he was on to you. “Are you okay?” You nodded and swept some damp hair behind his ear. Bucky was always a few degrees too hot, but that wasn’t the issue here; both of you could tell that something was off about him. It was like something primal had been knocked loose the first time the two of you had sex— his crossed wires, untangled and soldered back together— and now, two days later, the current was still so bright and so new that you barely had a chance to catch your breath before he was ready to fuck you again.

Bucky had been on top of you for hours. You didn’t know what time it was, only that he had pulled you into bed when the sun was high in the sky, and now the purple light of dusk was glowing outside the window. It had started out normal enough; he was careful, thoughtful, trying out different positions and making sure to get you off, too. But after a while, you tapped out; you were exhausted, you told him. Didn’t have any more left in you. “But keep fucking me,” you said quickly when you saw his almost pained disappointment. “Just… be selfish about it.”

That, he could do. You had to reassure him every now and again— yes, feels good, yes, keep going— and despite what you told him, it turned out that you had a few orgasms left in you, after all.

“Okay, I think we need some water,” you said after the next, smiling against his flushed cheek. Your mouth was dry, and your thighs ached from having your legs wrapped around him for so long. “Maybe a snack— Bucky.”

He wasn’t listening. As soon as you hinted at wanting to stop, his hips had started up a slow, unsteady rhythm, and you fought back a shiver; you didn’t know how he managed to hit all of your sweet spots without even trying, but you weren’t about to complain. “How are you still hard?” you asked, a breathy laugh against his ear.

“Please, just one more,” he rasped. “Then we can take a break. I swear, baby, I only need one more and then I’ll be done.” 

“You said one more last time,” you grumbled good-naturedly. He was thrusting faster now, climbing, ignoring both the wet squelch as he fucked his cum back into you and the steady tapping of the headboard against the wall. It was impossible to pretend that it didn’t feel good, and you fought to keep your voice steady. “A-aren’t you hungry? Missed dinner.”

He frowned and nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, and a flare of worry lit in your chest. You knew how hungry he got on normal days; the combination of skipping a meal and exerting so much energy in bed couldn’t feel good for his super soldier metabolism.

But he was too far gone to stop now. “Please, baby, please,” he begged, as if you were going to stop him. You would never stop him, not when he lifted your legs and folded you in half like this, making you clench around him. “Just need it so bad.”

“Bucky…” you said. Almost a reprimand, but more of a moan, especially when his fingers found your sore clit. He was gentle, despite his neediness; you cried out when you came around him, squeezing and fluttering, and he collapsed on top of you just a few seconds later.

Thighs trembling, his cock pulsed as he filled you up yet again. He breathed steadily through his nose, but even in your post-orgasm haze, you could hear his stomach rumble.

“Time out,” you said quickly, tilting your hips to the side to encourage him to roll off of you before he had a chance to protest. There was an obscene, wet noise when he finally pulled out, but he didn’t object; he stretched out flat on his back on the soaked towels, eyes closed, still panting.

“Time out,” you repeated, softer. “Not stopping. Just taking a break.” He didn’t acknowledge you, but you continued on. “Gotta clean up a little. Hydrate. Get some food.” You leaned over to kiss him. “Just a quick time out. Sound good?”

He nodded weakly without opening his eyes. “Then what?”

You smiled against his lips. “Then, batter up.”

[arrarioxxx]

lauren sweet pea i saw ur post and now i’m thinking about ari levinson

specifically ari levinson eating pussy and making an absolute mess 🫠😏 do with that what u will

andddd now I'M thinking about it and absolutely losing my damn mind, i hate you, i love you for this omg because that man would be going at it until you were begging him to let up ok!!!!

When he picks his head up to look at you his beard is glistening with your juices, lips shiny with the arousal that coats them. His tongue coming out to run along his bottom lip, a deep noise sounding in his throat as he swallows, as if he's savoring that last taste—drop. "Hmm?" He asks almost innocently, as if he hasn't just made you come several times. Teeth nipping at the skin atop your thigh. His hair just as damp and messy as his beard.

"I can't-" you say breathlessly. Your words failing as your chest heaves, as your limbs feel weighted down and on fire. You can feel the wetness under your ass that has leaked out of you and soiled the sheets, your cheeks burning with something filthy, that deep lust-filled fire still burning for him as his tongue laps at the mess on your inner thighs. "Ari," you try to sound stern, try to sound anything other than heady and completely strung out, failing miserably.

"Say it."

Your safe word. The word that would make him stop completely. That would free you of his relentless tongue—mouth suctioning itself to your swollen and sensitive clit. All you have to do is say it and he'll stop. Lift himself from your legs and share the taste of your cunt on his tongue as he pulls your mouths together.

But you don't say it. Can't say it. Are too distracted by how good it feels to have him between your legs eating you out like he's fucking starved, as if he doesn’t end up there every night. The burn of your clit—your insides—addicting when a man as beautiful as him is giving it to you.

"Then," Ari says with a smirk, palms coming to the back of your thighs as he lifts them and presses them to your still heaving chest. "Let daddy get his fill of you." His mouth on your already scorching heat making you cry out, as his tongue rolls against your clit.