#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦

[strawbeariediary]

𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

➳ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢����𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — all works cited are mines. I do not own any of the marvel characters however my main characters are exclusively black, woc (arab, asian, latina, etc), and of legal age.

➳ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 — you have no permission to repost//republish, translate or steal any of my work whatsoever. even if you are going to credit me you do not have my consent to copy my work word by word then lazily “credit” me. do not recommend me on platforms such as tiktok, twitter, and other media consumption apps. furthermore, all my fics are meant to be read by people 18 years old and older. minors should not interfere or interact with my work. lastly, do not steal my work - my fairy godmother and my fairy friends will come for you.

➳ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — follow my writing blog @strawbeariefaerie and look through my main masterlist. if you can leave some feedback, it’s always greatly appreciated ˚₊· ♡

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ based on his character in rsdr my work does not promote nor support any zionist ideology nor does it detail to any pro-Israel propaganda. most of these works have ddlg dynamics, do not interact or click the continue reading button if it isn’t your thing.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲: Once upon a time, in the shiny pearly gates of an elite residential community not long ago - lived our dear sweet y/n Beaudelaire. A revengeful Juliet, a woeful princess within the lavish parts of these aristocratic folk. What will happen when she meets again with her once Romeo now fiend in the lovely auspicious event of her graduation party? Especially when she’s out for his head.   

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

— 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤: a night of dirty dancing with two lovesick strangers leads you to you inviting them into your home and into your heart.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — pomegranate kisses ๑ strawberry lipstick ๑ garden of desire — work in progress!

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟: A white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. Sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

— 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞: Getting tired of the same old kisses as the only form of intimacy in this scandalous relationship between you and your new neighbor. A regular day of sunbathing, cloud watching and chewing on lemon strawberry mentos by your poolside isn’t the only thing on your mind when you call Mister Levinson over. Hopefully you’ll keep this relationship a secret...

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞: Ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival.

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫: Your daddy bear takes you out on a picnic!

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬: Ari Levinson takes his little ones out to the beach to enjoy a day full of swimming in the sparkling sea, making opulent sand palaces, and not having to choose between seashell crowns and seaweed necklaces.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲: Makeovers and movies are always so fun! Especially when you’re experimenting with Ari on not just eyeshadow palettes and lipglosses but sex positions to.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩: You’ve been a good girl all day and as the rules follow, good girls deserve treats.

— 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬! You’ve been testing Ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛: Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: after calming you down from an anxiety attack, Ari helps you soothe from any remaining stresses with cookies.

— 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦: you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s driving you from staying up past your bedtime.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩: a sweet sunday riddles with seemingly endless chores finishes with victory sundaes. that is, if you haven’t been such a rotten brat.

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤: jealousy is a slow and painful death for you when it spikes your heart but Ari reminds you who his heart belongs to.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬: sneaking some cake when you’re not suppose to leads to major consequences.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[matchamorphosis]

𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 || a little scenario where you get jealous and daddy!ari reminds you that he loves you and only you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 || kinda angsty smut

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle + dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal sex (f + m receiving) penetration, reader is envious and jealous, some flashbacks that might be confusing, dirty talk and cursing, — minors dni —

𝒘. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 || just something i’ve been thinking about for some time now that will help me get out of this writers block. hope you cherubs enjoy. 💗

you never knew how to handle jealously well, at all.

you either swallowed the gruesome feeling down with sippy cups of strawberry milk or ignored the center of the jealousy altogether.

that being the woman infatuated by your daddy.

although Ari knew exactly what you were doing, why and when you would get in this mood ‘cause it all started when you and him came home from the mall. the car ride being dead silent with the stuffie Ari’s friend got you from the machine since neither him or you could get it. the smile of the woman’s face still sticks in your head as you hold the teddy close to you now.

you know you couldn’t get away with ignoring him. not talking to him and giving off the silent treatment when him and you didn’t even spark anything to get upset over. silently entered the house and did your night routine and shook your head when he asked what you wanted for dinner. he just reasoned that you were tired and wanted to go to bed but what really got him was that you turned him down to tuck you in. and that you were taking your pillow and blankets to your separate room, abandoning the stuffie that you wanted on your shared bed.

Ari knew right then and there something was up with you. after confronting you on what you were doing you just grumbled something under your breath and slide past him and the stuffie in his hands. making your bed to go to sleep while ignoring his glare but Ari truly didn’t know what he did to upset you. so in order for him to find out he had to trace back to the events that happened earlier, and connect that with your current behavior that he always pin points with each facial expression and body gesture.

you were ignoring the stuffie in his arms and it hits him hard and clear that you were jealous after he talked to one of his friend at the sex toys shop. how your eyes fired with the same spark you get when you’re jealous, and the fire just emerged when he confronted you about it. why his princess was jealous was a mystery but he thought it was cute at first until you kept pushing him out.

now the sweet and soft pinkness of your separate bedroom that was once filled with the hurricane of your tantrum and Ari’s snaps is now something different. series of airy gasps, deep moans and gravely grunts adorn with the sounds of bodies and hips clashing against one another. the occasional spine shivering growl and bashful mewl being heard after one another as you pull your daddy’s shoulder length hair while he digs his thick fingers in the peach flesh of your ass.

the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your arms as you hold it close to you as Ari thrusts his cock in and out of your puffy and needy pussy. gasping when his lips brush against your nipples and teeth tug on the peak and tender flesh.

“who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess? say it! who’s daddy’s princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt.

maybe we should go back to the events that started it all...

waiting in place at the near end of the glowing red exist in the local mall is where you stinky your feet in sheer impatience.

the very start of the growing tantrum, lies within a visit to the local mall. where you and your daddy decided spending your afternoon shopping in. it was suppose to be a quick shopping event, he’d get whatever he needed and he’d spoil you while doing so. but now he left you here to occupy yourself for just a bit so he could get you your surprise.

the very mention of a surprise didn’t spark any back talk or whines, you enjoyed the surprise gifts daddy gave you. especially when they were gifts based on very good behavior, which you have ensued this week. your head starts to wonder what must be taking your daddy so long, too long for your liking.

today was perfect. Ari allowed you to buy as many holiday oriented candles and sweet body lotions from your favorite shops even though the place made his headache with the numerous smells. allowed you to buy one too many sweaters and skirts that would fit in your closet that’s already filled with clothes you don’t wear as often. and allowed you to ride the shell carriage on the carousel with a friend you just so happened to run into after watching a movie at the theater you and him both were excited for.

however when it was time to go, ari suddenly had some secret things to do in some shop that he wouldn’t tell you about because it was a “surprise for tonight”.

it annoyed you why he was keeping this surprise a secret and why you couldn’t go with him but he gave you all the quarters the change machine exchange to his twenty dollar bill. permitting you spend as much on the vending machines displaying candy, cards with sticker packets, little toys, and stuffies. just as long as you don’t wander off, take your cloth mask off, and call him if you needed anything.

a pistachio green sheer bag that once held peppermint candy canes is replaced with the shiny quarters. growing less and less every minute as you continue to spend, spend, and spend. snow powdering over the light twinkling city, the bag swaying with your swinging arm moves up and down in boredom as you suck on the cherry ring pop sporting your index finger.

although you walk and try to occupy yourself with doing something else that wouldn’t lead you in trouble. even though you wanted to look for trouble, you were desperate for it. your daddy was taking centuries on whatever stupid thing he was busy with.

the candy machines weren’t captivating your attention anymore, so as you walked away from them you passed each and every vending machine hoarding stuffies none caught your eyes. I mean is there any stuffie you don’t have? the huge pile in your playroom can explain it all, all having their own little names and special clothes. which is why you aren’t amused or entertained as you walk by the stuffie machines.

you had that stuffie, you had a stuffie similar to that one, you liked that stuffies outfit but not the stuffie itself.

your thoughts roared walking and unimpressed stance was beginning to give up and start looking for your daddy yourself until your eyes locked on not one but a whole flock of pink furred plushies. hearts for blushing cheeks and eyes, and the fuzzy pink hat tied with a bow around the bunny buns neck.

just like that you’re heart was pounding and tiny cupid bows were generating over your head, you needed to have one.

at the ends of the earth, no matter what war you had to start and finish you had to have one. so that’s what you worked to for in the last twenty minutes, unfortunately your attempts for getting just one was challenging. normally you were an expert at getting stuffies from vending machines, you were an absolute pro and when you had one stuffie you gave to all the children who wanted as well. now you were running out of quarters, tears threatening to spill from your eyes when the quarter you rubbed lucky failed.

was it just a bad day for you and stuffies or was it the machine having a grudge on you?

whatever it was you were seconds away from crying your heart out when the plushie slipped from the mechanical claws, plopping against the others. a sniff broke from you and with that a large warm hand touches your shoulder.

“princess what’s wrong?” your daddy spoke, gently maneuvering your body to meet his while his hand cups your chin up to meet his glance.

thin river of tears fled from your fluttering eyes and your trembling lips in a sour pout, you glare at the vending machine. “stuffies,” your meek voice broke. your finger displaying the cherry ring pop pointing at the pink and white stuffies through the clear glass.

Ari caressed your cheek as he stared down at the bag that was once filled with quarters only having just one fill the empty space. “didn’t get much luck did you, princess?” he spoke, shaking your head in response.

“help me daddy?” you perked up, your hand digging in your bag and grabbing the single quarter to give to the large man above you.

Ari smiles, “daddy will try baby, okay? i’ll try my best,” he took the coin and plopped it in the slot.

the vending machine coming alive with its music box like music, Ari gripped the joy stick as if his life depended on it. with the pressure of getting you your stuffie on his back, your eyes don’t leave the stuffie in the clutch of the claws moving from the opposite side of the machine to the huge slot.

not breathing a bit Ari’s heart plummets when the stuffie slips from the claws grasps and plops down on the rest of the bunny stuffies. of course, when you don’t get what you want, you feel yourself getting close to tears and Ari witnesses your bottom lip trembling.

the tears dripping down from your lashes, bottom lip trembling in such a way it would make the stars dim and flowers droop.

Ari is quick to wipe them away as he tenderly reassures you that he’ll get you one of those stuffed animals. responding, you just pout and shake your head, losing all interest in them at this point. all you want to do is go home and forget stuffies, they seem to hate you today. opening your mouth to respond, it isn’t your words that leave but a distant one yelling your daddy’s name.

“Ari! you forget you’re receipt!” turning your head, you notice a women making her way towards you and Ari. a sheet in her hands and a bag in the other, she’s fast to get to you and smile to the tall man. “I can’t have you forgetting your receipt. it’s against store policy.”

“right but I doubt i’ll be returning these soon but thanks Jess,” Ari smiles, gesturing down to the bags in his hands but accepts the receipt. both him and the women laughing for a bit, your eyes look over the two in confusion.

who is she?

your thoughts roared but they only increase when she looks down on you. “oh you must be y/n! Ari told me so much about you! you are absolutely adorable,” the women grins widely as she compliments your attire and hair for the day.

however you don’t do anything but hide behind the muscle mass that is your daddy’s back. “c’mon princess, what do we say when someone compliments us?” you just frown and stuff your face in the thick sweater material that covers his upper body.

“it’s alright, remember to call me later tonight okay? I wanna know how it turns out when you tell her the news.”

those words echoed in your head on the car ride home, the stuffie you didn’t want anymore in your lap. it just reminded you of that other women, how she was more sophisticated than you and how she was soo much more mature. she was everything your daddy would love and more.

the feeling made your shoulders turn an uncomfortable cold but now as you’re underneath the bulk that is your daddy. those thoughts are melting away like soft icecream under the summer sun.

Ari ripping your pink silk pajamas off you until there only lied your tender white cotton panties and bra. those undergarments are also scraps on the floor now as the burn of his thick beard scratch against your neck as he marked it.

marking you up as his property, to remind you that you were his as his cock teased your glossy folds. so drenched, the slick ambrosial sticks to his loins and your thighs but he doesn’t mind. ‘cause as your fingers dig into the skin of his back, scratching it up in beautiful crescent moons as your lips claim his hot panting mouth.

cherry red tongue swirling with yours, he growls and holds your body close in the mass of his arms. swallowing your little whimpers and moans as the tip of his cock dips into your slicked hole. deliciously stretching you open, your legs shake as you grip onto the flesh of his biceps in whatever means to keep you from running away from the pain that comes and goes with a blow of a candle.

you’re nothing but a whimpering mess when he fits his whole length in your cunt. tears dripping down your cheeks at how good the burn feels, how his thick and veiny member rubs against all the right spots. making you feel so tiny and obligated at his will as he begins his hesitant thrusts.

“such a small pussy. so fucking tight. so fucking wet. mhmm, all fucking mine,” Ari chokes a grunt, sweats glistening off his forehead as hair stick to it. the comment makes your heart flutter and has your cunt clench around him he hisses.

“daddy!” you cry out, his cock swallowing you up, the sensation was setting fire to every nerve and atom in your body. wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands grip at your ass and hips to keep you steady.

“good job princess. taking all of daddy’s cock, such a good girl. my good girl,” Ari’s husky words dawn in your ears, but you’re still adjusting to the length and thickness of him.

“daddy your cock is soo big! d-daddy-” a whimper and two follows afterwards but Ari simply cooes at you and kisses your lips.

“yes babydoll daddy’s so big but you gotta take all of my cock, okay? daddy’s going gentle and slow for you now but daddy’s gonna have to go rougher, okay? your cunny still isn’t used to me yet,”

if it was possible, your meek whimpers in response make his cock harden even more. lifting your hands up, you cup his bearer cheeks as his thumb wipes away your tears. “my princess. all mine,” your eyes gloss in this truth and it was that answer that had Ari pumping into your channel.

moaning at the searing feeling of your pussy wrapping his throbbing cock nicely and tightly. your warm velvety walls that drip in their honey coat his cock and balls that slap against your cunt. making him curse to himself that he should have stretched you out on his fingers before sliding his cock in.

although the reminder that this tight cunt is all his makes him thrust again. watching you crumble beneath him in a wreckage of open mouthed mewls and squeals of daddy more! daddy harder! it makes Ari’s smirk widen, his princess nothing but a puddle of arousal as it stick to both their sweat and interlocked bodies.

why you were jealous of his colleague who had a little of her own makes him want to teach you a lesson to never think or feel such a thing. you were his and he was yours. no one could have you, no one could have his princess.

his. his. his.

all for him.

only for him.

“who’s my princess? look at me,” that demand has your closely shit eyes glittering to life. soft butterfly lashes touching his cheekbone has his hearts skipping beats.

opening your mouth, he doesn’t let you respond as he clashes his mouth to yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers curl with the curls that fall gracefully behind his ears. heaven is a place on earth when their bodies are on fire. when Ari Levinson can’t seem to get tired of the taste of his princesses mouth and her sweet honeypot cunt.

pulling away, he can see the golden gleam of the heavens radiate in your glassy hues. it just makes him want to cherish the string of divinity as he kisses you harder, your hands cup his face closer. so close that his hair curtains both your heated faces fighting to figure out whether or not to pull away for breath as his thrusts become sharper.

taking your hand in his grasp, he guides it to the slicked hole where you and Ari connect. the hard length of his cock colliding with the puffy and glossy mess that is your cunt. “we fit like a lock and key princess. I was made for you and you were made for me. don’t you think so?” your daddy’s words buttered your mouth, feeling sweet as whip cream and warm as sunshine against your lips.

it only makes you pull his hair tighter and cup his balls that haven’t been receiving the same attention from your cunt besides the drip of your honey. heart sparking as his thrusts deepen, hitting the spongy and golden peak that made your head foggy in pleasure and vision blur. “yes-yes daddy!” you whimper and moan at the same time as he slams into you again, your body not caving in or shaking no more from the unbearable pleasure but inviting it just like his tongue.

“then answer me this. who’s my princess? who’s my fucking princess?” the question makes you pull your tongue away from his as you bite your bottom lip but he just moves on to suck the skin of your neck. marking up any skin that his lips haven’t graced but the questions still hangs in the air as his hands spank your thigh.

thick fingers play with your nub before rubbing your folds as he slips in and out. enjoying the way you throw your head back against the feather pillows knowing he has the key to your unraveling peak. “answer me. who’s my princess? who’s my princess? answer me! daddy’s only princess?” Ari growled in your ear, pulling the flesh as he rammed his cock in and out do your cunt mercilessly.

it makes your nails dig into his bulging biceps and nails veiled against the muscle of his wide back. “me! i’m your princess! i’m your princess daddy! me!” those words encourage his sharp thrusts that are now growing sloppy.

“that’s fucking right. my princess, all mine.” the big man above you spits and you moan as a single big hand takes your small wrists. pulling them above your head as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, his animalistic grunts and moans echoing off the pink walls.

sweat dripping from your hairlines, Ari hooks your thighs in his grasp as his thrusts become more coordinated with the different position. making you grown and whimper as he hits your golden spot once, twice, thrice. “d-daddy! daddy please make me cum! please!” you stutter a cry, tears falling like angels from the starry skies, you’re completely ruined at his mercy.

the tears in your eyes and the tremble in your lip making his mind settle for a mission and one mission only. to make his princess cum on his cock, his princess before anything else.

“cum princess. make a mess on daddy’s dick.” and with a rub of his thumb against your button as his cock hit the spongy fueling of your cunt that you cream everything you have around him. residue leaking out as it coats his cock but he doesn’t stop his thrusts. “that’s right, such a good princess. so fucking good for me. milk daddy’s cock, you’re doing perfect princess,”

Ari rumbles into your ear and you tremble as the waves of your orgasm pass and the sore stinginess of his cock spearing your pussy. it hurts so bad but you crave his white ropes of cum filling your puffy cunt more, so much more your clenching around him. “cum in me daddy! please cum! fill me up please!”

warm beefy arms wrapped around his precious little princess, holding your body close to him as he nestle his forehead against yours. moans and growls are like heavenly music to your ears and your words of encouragement and praise leaves a grunt escaping from his open lips as he thrusts his hips against yours in a feverish heat. his grunts hitting your eardrum and your gasps following, Ari pumps his cock one last time before feeling the hot wetness of his seed paint your walls.

i’m gonna leave it here for now. might edit later on because I think the timelines confusing but this wasn’t suppose to be this long lol. somehow when transferring this from my doc I managed to delete the smut part of this and I had to rewrite it cause my computer crashed and didn’t save anything recently written. i’m not entirely happy with the rewrite but it’s okay ig. anyways I hope you all enjoyed reading.

tagging those who commented down on my post || @babyyhoneyydarling . @nakedrogers . @rhubarb-barnes . @honeychicana .

divider credit || @firefly-graphics

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𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the chris evan characters mentioned in this masterlist include bryce langely, harvard hottie, ryan ackerman, jake wyler and kyle dawson.

➳ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — all works cited are mines. I do not own any of the marvel characters however my main characters are exclusively woc (arab, asian, latina, etc), black and of legal age.

➳ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 — you have no permission to repost//republish, translate or steal any of my work whatsoever. even if you are going to credit me you do not have my consent to copy my work word by word then lazily “credit” me. do not recommend me on platforms such as tiktok, twitter, and other media consumption apps. furthermore, all my fics are meant to be read by people 18 years old and older. minors should not interfere or interact with my work. lastly, do not steal my work - my fairy godmother and my fairy friends will come for you.

➳ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — follow my writing blog @strawbeariefaerie and look through my main masterlist. if you can leave some feedback, it’s always greatly appreciated ˚₊· ♡

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 — a series of dates featuring you and your beloved boyfriend Hayden, growing and achieving all your goals in the bright lights of New York City. — h.hayden

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a harvard hottie series which possesses its own individual warnings. most of these chapters include smut or hint to sexual endeavors and are heavy on angst contents.

— 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞: you and your dreamboy make a series of sex tapes worthy enough to claim spots in The Louvre. — h.hayden

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a harvard hottie series that possesses its individual warnings yet importantly it contains explicit sexual context, smut, in all its chapters.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 — follow the charming story of the twitchy witchy y/n Lovecraft as she starts college fresh from summer break. where the local rich witch bitch learns to love herself, prepares for existential catastrophes, and practices on her spell book casting vexes and charms. as well as endures the annoying troubles of having Jake Wyler as a boyfriend and has fun raising Hell with her demon possessed cat Lilith. — j.wyler

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a jake wyler series that possesses dark elements of witchcraft, satanism, and biblical offenses. this series also hints to sexual endeavors but does not go into detail. reader and jake are of legal age so no one is underage.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — summertime sadness ๑ SERIES ON HIATUS

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥: You and Johnny unintentionally spend christmas together after a messy break up but that’s all you wanted. to finally be together again. — j.storm

— 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝: y/n finds herself twined in the web of addicted fantasy, not knowing she’ll meet again with her crush; well her other crush- she is met with a life gripping warning. — j.wyler

— 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬!: The infamous football team from St. Johns wins the state championship yet on the bus ride home they are met with a winged flesh-hungry terror savoring the last day of its twenty three day eating frenzy. — j.wyler

— 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: While the taste of human flesh is delectable on the tongue of Devil’s Kettle’s angel y/n l/n, she takes revenge on all the school boys who never stood a chance against her. As the spiteful y/n l/n satisfies her appetite on the male student population, her studly friend Kyle Lesniki finds out about her plan and vows to set an end to her carnage... or does he? — k.dawson

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — series on hiatus!

— 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦: Minding your own business enjoying your girls night at the beach, you run into an ex. — r.ackerman

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 // 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 // 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

➳ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — all works cited are mines. I do not own any of the marvel characters however my main characters are exclusively woc (arab, asian, latina, etc), black and of legal age.

➳ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 — you have no permission to repost//republish, translate or steal any of my work whatsoever. even if you are going to credit me you do not have my consent to copy my work word by word then lazily “credit” me. do not recommend me on platforms such as tiktok, twitter, and other media consumption apps. furthermore, all my fics are meant to be read by people 18 years old and older. minors should not interfere or interact with my work. lastly, do not steal my work - my fairy godmother and my fairy friends will come for you.

➳ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — follow my writing blog @strawbeariefaerie and look through my main masterlist. if you can leave some feedback, it’s always greatly appreciated! ˚₊· ♡

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲! Daddy Steve and Papa Bucky teach themselves a very valuable lesson on kindness and above all circumstances— to always listen to their angel cake.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞!𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ my diaries restrictions and disclaimers before interacting! this blog is strictly 18+ so minors and blank blogs will be blocked.

𝐃. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ follow my writing blog, @strawbeariefaerie and read + reblog my main masterlist! enjoy reading lovely cherubs and don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

— 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— ��𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 & 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

➳ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — all works cited are mines. I do not own any of the marvel characters however my main characters are exclusively black, woc (arab, asian, latina, etc), and of legal age.

➳ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 — you have no permission to repost//republish, translate or steal any of my work whatsoever. even if you are going to credit me you do not have my consent to copy my work word by word then lazily “credit” me. do not recommend me on platforms such as tiktok, twitter, and other media consumption apps. furthermore, all my fics are meant to be read by people 18 years old and older. minors should not interfere or interact with my work. lastly, do not steal my work - my fairy godmother and my fairy friends will come for you.

➳ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — follow my writing blog @strawbeariefaerie and look through my main masterlist. if you can leave some feedback, it’s always greatly appreciated ˚₊· ♡

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞: what seems to be a normal rich summer morning with the women who lives across the honeysuckle boulevard from his cottage lies something else. a buttery rich feeling that spreads deep within Bucky’s heart as he takes his neighbor, alongside Alpine to the farmers market for coffee.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬: A lovely picnic on the beach is where you two lovers find yourselves although the faults and cracks of your relationship start to come to shore.

— 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬: How I think a picnic with chubby!bucky would go.

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𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑊𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐸𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝑆

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ welcome to my diary sweet cherubs! here you will find all my beloved writings and lovely creations all stored in pretty and pink packaging.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ my diaries restrictions and disclaimers before interacting! this blog is strictly 18+ and minors and blank blogs will be blocked.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ follow my writing blog— it’s very multi-purpose btw, @matchamorphosis and follow the main blog I follow from, @paliaphrodite!

𝐃. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ this blog is still under construction but please feel free to follow, hit the notifications and read whatever your heart wishes!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ here where all my works for all the characters I write for categorized in their specific entries. heed the warnings and remember to reblog with feedback!

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ALL OF MY FICS ARE MEANT TO BE READ BY PEOPLE STRICTLY 18 YEARS OLD AND OLDER. minors and blank blogs should not interfere or interact with my work and if you do, know that you will be blocked — so many authors on this site have spoken up about this and some have left, do not violate this.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ BLANK BLOGS AND BLOGS THAT HAVE NO AGE LISTED IN THEIR BIO WILL BE BLOCKED. it is to secure my safety because those two tells are just hints to me that you are a minor and despite my rules clearly being shown, you are still interacting with my work — I do not want minors interacting with me, this is not up for discussion.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO PERMISSION TO REPOST//REPUBLISH, TRANSLATE, OR STEAL ANY OF MY WORK IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM. even a fragment of it. I can tell my work from others and I know when someone has been stealing and altering it to their own — do not steal my work, I work hard to make my stories be as perfect as they can be.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO PERMISSION TO CREDIT ME OR MY WORK IF YOU PLAN ON REPOSTING IT ON ANOTHER PLATFORM BECAUSE I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO STEAL MY WORK IN THE FIRST PLACE. that comes off as being incredibly lazy to me. no reader will read where my work originally puts out when you’ve stolen it and labeled it as yours in your “book” or “character compilation”. — my work stays here on my writing blog and my diary blog.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ DO NOT RECOMMEND ME ON ANY SOCIAL PLATFORMS SUCH AS TIKTOK, TWITTER, AND ANY OTHER MEDIA CONSUMPTION APPS. this just influences and brings more minors into my safe bubble and I do not want that energy or violation, please and thank you. — tumblr is my safe space away from any other social platforms in general, o do not want to be known lol.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ DO NOT STEAL AND COPY ANY OF MY WORK. even if you’ve changed the characters up or added a different plot, I will fucking know. you are taking my own work but it’s still the same premise, do not do it. — my fairy godmother and my fairy friends will come for you.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ all my works include fem!readers unless cited otherwise but importantly know that I exclusively write for black woman and woman of color. white girls are more then welcomed to read but my work doesn’t cater to your pleasure.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ some works of mine include ddlg dynamics and if that is not your cup of tea do not read them. I have no time nor the patience to respond to any backlash because you didn’t read the warnings.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ read my rulebook before requesting anything on my writing blog, @matchamorphosis

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𝑆𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝐴 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑃

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || requested by @honeysucklesteve — can i request a soft daddy!ari seeing reader wearing his huge shirt and he just think she’s the cutest thing ever and maybe one thing leads to another and she’s over his lap 👉🏻👈🏻

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 || smut

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ nsfw, daddy kink, ddlg dynamics + lifestyle, spanking, teasing, dirty talk — minors dni —

𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || thank you for this requesting this lovely el and I hope you enjoy! ♡♡♡

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

the sound of the refrigerator opening for the third time now, the older man stands in the laundry room just a few feet away from the kitchen where his little minx is wrecking havoc in. stomping your little sock padded feet against the flooring, he can feel the beginning of a tantrum starting to brew and he’s quick to fold the last towel in his hands.

Ari hopes you completed the chores he asked you to do first in order for you to now rummage the kitchen in making your icecream sundae. he would absolutely hate to see the chores undone and not give you the icecream you’ve been craving all day. walking out of the laundry he peaks inside the kitchen and a smile graces his face.

his little princess singing to herself as she danced around the kitchen. in nothing but his white tee shirt that you mistaking thought was a pillowcase when you put it in the dryer. noticing it was his shirt he caught you stripping from your velvet pink bebe joggers to throw his shirt over your head and have it fall flowingly over your body.

the shirt so ridiculously huge it covered your curves but emphasized the smoothness of your legs. however it lead Ari wondering if you still have on panties under the large shirt since he didn’t stick around to see you disregard them. your dancing body didn’t catch the light of the kitchen chandeliers but it did catch your silhouette-

Ari didn’t mind it one bit ‘cause you looked so damn adorable in it. sweet and soft in the bagginess of his shirt, he could pick you up and leave his kisses all over the coverage of your face. although the image of you in it rumbled a bit of possessiveness that was tempted to throw you against the wall.

feel every bit of your soft curves through the thin material of the shirt against his chest and wandering hands. crash his lips against yours and feel you whine your soft spoken daddy’s and beg him to take you.

it was so damn tempting but Ari only had one last thing to do before the two of you could watch your movies and make your sundaes. possibly then he could get a little action afterwards or during but chores had to be done first.

folded towels smelling fresh of fabric softener Ari carries them in the basket at his hips as his arm keeps it in hold. thinking of checking in on you later on, he walks up the stairs first to see if you did what he asked you to do.

entering your separate room he hums in satisfaction at the sight of your tidy bed baring your pillows and stuffies. it was once bare this morning but now it’s covered with your sweet smelling sheets, comforters, pillow cases and stuffed animals freshly clean from the daily months wash.

turning his head over to the side, his smile still remains as he sees your other finished chores of putting all your toys neatly in your treasure chest. your closet arranging all the clothes he told you to hang up.

of course you put them away in your own fashion, organized your toys by type and clothes by color and article clothing type he’s still very proud you did what he asked you to do.

my good little girl listens perfectly to her Daddy

Ari thinks as he examines your work and with minutes of looking over he’s surprised you did a few things he didn’t ask you to do. only adding onto his proud smile and his doubts of any misbehavior you’d result in vanish.

making his way to the bathroom to hide away the towels in the basket still in his arms. afterwards he’s heading his way back down the stairs to the kitchen to see if you’re still searching for the hot fudge he hid beforehand.

to treat yourselves after this long day of cleaning Ari promised you relax time with watching your disney vhs tapes in your playroom and ice cream sundaes to go with it.

no doubt that you continuously reminded him of so but he smirked as you would find your way to the kitchen. telling you that morning that he stocked up on all your favorite icecream flavors and toppings but he didn’t tell you were exactly those exact toppings were.

it’s not until he hears the heavy bang! aswell as the impact of shattering glass and your meek cry afterwards that his heart stops beating and he’s running down the stairs in a flurry rush.

“princess?” the heavy booming worry and concern in his voice multiplying as he runs down the hallways and bursts into the kitchen—

first he sees your body huddled on the counter, your eyes glossing with tears and your pouting lips letting out little cries and sobs that increase the worry rushing through his veins.

your eyes lift to his that stare down at the floor in shock and you a loud shaking sob escapes your lips when you see him across the kitchen.

“Daddy!” you whimper, extending your hands out in distress and ari’s quick to reach you and take you in his arms.

you Daddy’s large wandering hands and distraught eyes roaming your figure attentively to see if your hurt but he sees no blood or anything that signals you’d be in any pain.

“princess- sweetheart are you okay? talk to Daddy, what happened? baby look at me- what happened?”

Ari’s voice carrying every strand of concern and increasing on his worry when you meet your eyes to his. noticing the splatters of dark dots adorning the soft skin of your cheeks and neck.

blue hues dash from analyzing your face and teary eyes to the floor you’ve been staring earlier and there he sees the cause of the loud bang and crash. against the dark polished wood panels of the kitchen flooring lies the shattered jar of hot fudge.

a puddle of the sugary chocolate along with shards of glass leaves the smell of cocoa hitting Ari’s nose. your body petite in his large arms, he’s thankful you didn’t hurt yourself or step on the hazardous puddle of chocolate covered shards.

“it was too high for me,” your small voice broke, your hands reaching to the highest of high shelf of the cabinet shelves above the counter you’re sitting on but Ari sighs relieved anyway. “i’m sorry Daddy,” you whimper.

the loss of the topping didn’t match or bare the same amount of priority with the fear of you getting hurt and the disappointment with himself that he wasn’t there for you. Ari couldn’t imagine the different possibilities —

what if the jar fell on your head? or the jar would have broke on the counter near you?

those anxiety and fear riddled thoughts have Ari pulling you closer to him. those large hands rubbing your back and his beard tickling your skin as his lips press kisses to your temple.

“Daddy was just scared you got yourself hurt princess. you scared daddy and what did we talk about? if it’s to high you call Daddy to help you,” Ari’s voice once going from soft ends with a bit of an aggressive and tired tone.

“well I did but you didn’t listen Ari,” you bite your tongue on the mention his name and you open your mouth to apologize but the sight of his darken eyes overcome your speech and thoughts.

“what did you say princess?” Ari toned, his voice more amused rather then angry, you stare back at him and squint your eyes prettily at him. your deep glossy pout making him laugh, starting off as a chuckle until it became louder and filled the kitchen.

he absolutely cannot take you seriously in his shirt, your clumsiness and unaware mindset that resulted in the broken jar you’ve been looking relentlessly for only makes him break out in laughs even more.

you don’t appreciate it whatsoever. in fact you’d rather your daddy yell you than laugh at you and your glare towards him continues as you whine your stop’s and Daddy be quiet’s. Ari only cooes at you before pecking your lips, looking down at you still glaring at him.

“what’s wrong princess? is Daddy being a big meanie?” his voice taunts and you shine against it but don’t look at his eyes. your hands ball up his button down in your grasp and you ignore his hand giving you head pats.

“c’mon princess don’t be upset. Daddy can be a much bigger meanie if he wanted to be. do you want that? you don’t want me to be big and mean to you princess, right?” Ari softens, his brows quirking jokingly but his eyes widen when you nod your head in agreement.

you know he’s talking about a spanking and the thought of his hands slashing against your ass made the sensual burning in between your legs maximize.

nowadays daddy had to give you stricter punishments then just spankings since you enjoyed them too much but then again he was enjoying you turning into more of a dirty slut with the pleasure he gave you just from spankings.

Ari could see the wicked shimmery glint in your eyes and he knows exactly what you need. what you’re little dirty mind is thinking of and how he could help.

“punish me Daddy. please punish me,” your voice speaks and before you know it your thrown over his shoulder as if you weight nothing but a measly feather.

a gasp escapes your lips when his hands lands a harsh spank on your ass as he avoids the scattered shares of glass and chocolate syrup to carry you upstairs.

regularly groping your ass once he meets your shared bedroom with the kick of his foot against the door having it fly open he swiftly sits on on the edge and throws you over his lap.

the roughness of his hands against your joints and limbs as he positions you to his will and your plush ass covered in his shirt. wiggling your bun as you squirm against his lap only encourages Ari to pull the hem over your hips to your waist.

revealing your bare bum and no panties to cover your soft cheeks, glistening mound and soaked folds. the older man noticing little sticky streams of your arousal sticking to your inner thighs.

when Ari runs the tips of his fingers against them, the slickness sticks to his fingers. your juices fresh and recent it makes Ari smirk as you gripes your ass roughly in his large calloused hand.

of course he isn’t giving you a heads up when you lands his hand smack down in your ass but he enjoys your whimpering cry when he rises it again to slap down on your other one.

shifting from cheek to cheek his rough hands do an excellent job with marking your ass up, your wet cunt running your pleasured honey sinfully signaling that your enjoying this.

“does my little princess gets wet when Daddy marks your ass?” Ari’s tainting voice and dark chuckle afterwards echoing in the room, making your pussy and heart flutter.

“yes Daddy! I love it when you mark my ass!” your moan and ari smirks in response. hard cock stirring uncomfortably in his pants the sight of your pussy inches away from his fingers lights a sudden hunger in him.

carrying your body he throws it on the bed, his hands manhandling you on your belly, arms under your chest, bender legs spread and ass up slightly in the air.

Ari strips from his jeans and as much as you wanna turn your head over your shoulder and see him pull down his boxers to reveal his thick long cock you keep your head down against the comforter.

disregarding the irritating pieces of clothing he sits up on the bed, his eyes not leaving your ass as his hands grip it roughly, causing you to whimper pathetically at his mercy.

a single thumb roams to graze over your little hole then to lower entrance of your folds, his thumb rubbing the puddle of slick that drips in long droplets onto the sheets below him.

Ari loves how he gets you like this, all this juice and honey just from marking your ass up with his hands.

his little slutty princess this wet and needy for him — all for her Daddy to fuck senseless

“Daddy my icecream is gonna melt!” you whine as your heart shoots up suddenly remembering your abandoned bowl on the kitchen island however Ari’s growl makes you regret bringing it up.

again you are quickly silenced as a moan erupts from your lips when your Daddy’s hands slap against your ass. thick fingers gliding against your cunt to meet your little slippery pearl.

“princess, Daddy needs to take care of something else that’s melting. Daddy can’t leave this alone to drip everywhere. it’ll make a mess.” the large man speaks as his fingers continue to glide through your petals dripped in your honey.

it seems he’s doing the opposite because you can feel your arousal dripping onto your thighs and the excessive amounts of it pouring from the good of your cunt to his hands and the sheets you both are laying on.

a sighed moan sounds off when his single finger dips into your hole. the thickness of it stretching your tight pussy making your thighs tremble and more moans slip out.

smirking at the affect he has on you, he slips the finger out and takes it in his mouth, humming at the delicious taste of you that’s sweeter than any icecream in the freezer.

Ari wants more of it— god he needs more of it.

“be my good girl for Daddy and lay still. let daddy take care of this mess,” Ari’s voice raspy as if he’s been deprived of the juices in front of him, his lips collide with your vertical ones.

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