#alpha!Ari Levinson

[biteofcherry]

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Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: Though you knew your heat is nearing, the way it hits you in the morning and how you act is very unexpected.

warnings: primal kink; breeding kink; mating cycles; heat; knotting; unprotected sex; dirty talk;

The bed seemed warmer than usual as you stirred from your sleep. Your hand on the vacant spot right next to you, where Ari should be sleeping, trailed after the imprint of his presence.

That he was out of bed before you wasn’t a novelty; though Ari liked to be the one waking you up with his wandering hands and mouth, more often he was up on his feet, preparing for the day - and making you breakfast.

His scent was quite strong as you took a long, deep breath that stretched into a yawn. Fresh pine and resin, reminding of taking a stroll through the woods. 

Perhaps he got out of bed just moments ago. 

Though usually you stayed in bed a bit longer, your consciousness snapped to functionality and your body was rousing with eagerness to find your mate. 

Had to be the hunger, you told yourself as you donned on a washed-out t-shirt and silk, pink pajama shorts. One of Ari’s best traits as a mate was the fact he made hearty, delicious breakfasts. He had zero patience for washing the dishes and often annoyed you with how carelessly he did them, but he made up in the cooking department. 

Your head filled with all the tasty options that Ari could be cooking as you padded downstairs and into the kitchen. However, the moment you stepped inside, your brain lost its track of thought. 

The sight of Ari moving around the kitchen in tight jeans (belt unbuckled and clinking as he moved) and nothing else wasn’t shocking. It was a norm - Ari’s slutty exhibitionistic wardrobe choices. And yes, you always allowed yourself to ogle, since his sinfully hot body was all yours to admire and crave. 

But there was something different with the view he presented this time, or rather your reaction was different. 

Watching Ari in his clothes was enough to turn you on, seeing him half naked had a stronger effect, but the whole process of arousal was a fire slowly growing from smaller flames. This time your whole body snapped to attention immediately. 

If it wasn’t obvious to you that Ari is the center of your wolf’s rapid focus, you’d suspect she sensed danger; that she tensed your muscles and sharpened your senses to react to a possible threat. 

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

When his blue eyes met yours, your body reacted with a gush of slick.

Ari straightened slowly. Each inch he gained as he stretched to his full height thrummed through your body with a jolt of arousal. He reached to the side and turned off the coffee maker, then pushed the pan off the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you licked your lips. 

“Postponing breakfast, since it’s obvious your heat won’t wait any moment longer,” Ari replied. Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was. 

You didn’t deny his assessment. There was no point playing coy, or lying. Not when the craving increased with each passing second.

Your toes curled as you considered simply jumping Ari right there. Then your gaze flicked to the door leading outside into the backyard, a thought of running away with the thrill of adding more adrenaline before your Alpha pins you down and knots your needy cunt.  

“Don’t.” Ari’s warning growl turned your nipples painfully stiff.

Your gaze obediently returned to him. Neither of you moved, the tension grew unbearable as you seized each other up. 

“You like the chase.” You countered, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in excitement. 

“I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

Ari’s possessiveness often irked you, leading to a few loud arguments in the past. You knew it wouldn’t change, not with how close to the surface Ari’s wolf was all the time. Definitely not with his position of an Alpha, which meant that as his mate you were also a tool of power and he wouldn’t allow anyone to challenge him by poaching you.

At the moment, however, there was something deeply satisfying in his desire to keep you for himself only. 

You knew it wasn’t your wolf - that bitch was already in a presenting position whining for the Alpha to take her - it was your human side, the teasing and stubborn streak of humanity that made you take those fast steps toward the door anyway.  

You didn’t even manage to touch the doorknob. 

Large hand gripped the front of your neck, yanking you back into a wall of muscles. 

Ari’s other arm tightened around you, caging your arms at your sides. His fingers curled tighter, pressing into your carotids and threatening to cut off your airflow. If anything, it only made your clit throb harder.

You snarled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Futily. You weren’t even able to shake your head an inch. There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

Ari kicked your feet apart and wedged his leg between them. Your hips rocked against his thigh desperately, silk bottoms sticking to your folds as you drenched at the mere friction his leg provided.   

“Are you going to behave and let me take you to our bed?” Ari grunted, bouncing his leg slightly and making you moan. “Or do you want me to push you down here like a needy bitch in heat?”

You were horny before. You were in heat before. Many times. All those experiences seemed bland compared to the despair you felt. That need burst into a blaze in such a short time, that desire was mixing with irritation and evoking more impatient snarls from you.

When you tilted your head and bared your teeth at Ari, he snapped. 

He bent your neck to the side and sank his teeth into your skin; your whine of pain turned into a little yip as you went pliant in his arms. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. 

Ari forced you down, not that you were struggling much anymore. He got you onto your hands and knees on the hardwood kitchen floor. His grip moved from the front of your neck to the back of it, holding you by the nape as he slapped your ass hard. Once. Twice. 

Then with a single yank he ripped off your shorts, tossing the soiled, pink garment in front of you, so you could see how soaked through they were. 

Heats always came with copious fluids, but - as with desire itself - it built up in hours. Heat with Ari proved to go from zero to hundred in nanoseconds. 

Without prompting, you spread your legs wider and arched your back. Not only was your clit pulsing, but your folds did too, filled with blood and dripping slick. You pushed your hips back, soundlessly pleading for the stretch of your Alpha’s cock. 

“Good omega,” Ari praised as you presented. “That’s it. Open up for the fat cock that you crave so much.” 

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thigh, which was sticky with your juices, then slid them between your swollen folds. He didn’t tease you long, just a few strokes and then he was positioning himself behind you. 

A pleased chirp at the stretch of the head of his cock pushing into your tight hole almost turned into a whine when Ari paused. But it was for a fleeting second, as he changed his grip to use both hands to grab your shoulders. 

Then he slammed into you brutally, the force jerking you forward. 

Ari’s strokes were languid, but purposeful, matching that primal hunger that melted away your humanity and left mostly the animal in charge. Though you still instinctively attempted to scramble away from the hard, merciless fucking, Ari’s hold on your shoulders prevented it. 

The swirls of conflicting thoughts in your head dispersed, replaced by the sole focus on feeling. And chasing that frantic urgency to come. Your body was tuning in with the animalistic taking. Soon your hips were swaying back eagerly to meet each quickening thrust.

As remnants of instinctive fight left you and you gave in to nature's demand, Ari changed his hold on you. Pinning grip on your shoulders shifted, hands moving onto your hips instead to give him better leverage as he pounded you harder. At some point your arms wobbled and you fell forward, bracing your eight on your forearms.

Slight change in position tilted your hips up, allowing Ari’s cock a new angle that fucked the breath out of your chest and caused stars to burst beneath your eyelids. 

You came with a long cry; your walls spasming tight around him. Squelching sounds matched the volume of slapping skin, only barely drowned out by Ari’s growls and staccato of your moans. 

“So fucking tight.” Ari huffed. “Your greedy little pussy’s so desperate to milk every drop out of me.” 

He draped his massive body over you, hands splayed right next to yours as he rutted into you. He almost stopped withdrawing, rocking his length deeper and deeper, and you felt the stretch start to build up. 

“This what you wanted so much, huh?” Ari grazed his teeth over your shoulder, snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” You keened, impatient for his knot to inflate. 

“I know, my little omega,” he kissed the spot he just teased with his teeth, “I can sense that urge to be filled with my cum thrumming through your body.”

You were shaking at this point, thighs quivering as buildup to another climax heightened. It could happen any moment now, but something held it off, as if you were waiting for something specific. Something special. 

It could only be one thing.

“My wolf is so proud that you want to have his pups,” Ari was mouthing along your skin, words unclear the more he nipped and kissed. “But I’d fuck you even if you resisted that need-” his teeth sank deeper as his thrusts grew frantic- “because babies or not, there’s no better fucking feeling than cumming in your pussy and locking you on my knot!”

A second later Ari’s teeth pierced your skin and his knot inflated; spurts of thick, warm cum filling you. 

Momentarily, your whole body seized as your own orgasm hit full force. 

Stronger than before, since your body was finally given what it craved more and responded to each splash of your mate’s cum. The stretch of knot provided stimulation as well, keeping you on that precipice of constant arousal. 

A bit of blood trickled down where Ari bit you, but you paid it no attention, more focused on your Alpha’s comforting heaviness and all the cum that was filling your womb. 

He groaned his own pleasure, trailing his lips tinted with your blood along your back. Irritated with the scrap of fabric he didn’t get rid of before, Ari ripped it off sharply, tossing what used to be a t-shirt aside. His mouth instantly returned to peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and one of his hands cupped your breast.

“These will fill up with milk soon, to feed our pups.” As he squeezed, your pussy fluttered. Or perhaps it was his words and the still pouring cum. 

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. “Your tits are going to be so sensitive and leaking,” he pinched your nipple between his fingers and your clit throbbed in sync.

He played with your other breast before trailing his hand south, to where your abdomen grew taut as more of his cum stuffed your womb. 

“Feeling heavy with my seed?” 

Ari splayed his fingers over the slight swell and pressed. Which caused a whole new wave of sensations that wrecked your body with tremors, stirring heat’s hunger anew.

“F-uck!” A curse bubbled out of your mouth, along with hoarse admission- “Yes, Ari! Feels so fucking good.”

It did. You didn’t even try to comprehend if it was the hormone induced haze of the heat, or the animal side of you, or maybe it simply felt so fucking good to be filled with cum so much. You simply delighted in it. Craved more, too.

“You’ll get more.” Ari nipped your ear. 

“And you will swell with it.” His growl stimulated your wolf, but also your human side reacted to it. “You’ll carry me a litter, omega. One after another.” 

Again, your walls clenched. A small, needy whimper left your lips.

“I see you like the idea.” Ari chuckled, slipping his fingers lower. “Like to be bred by your mate, ‘mega?”

“Nghh, yes!” You bucked against him as his fingertips touched your swollen clit.

“Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

“Now come for your Alpha one more time, so your womb drowns in more of my cum,” he started rubbing circles and wicked eights on your clit. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom. Keep you all cosy and comfortable while you work your greedy cunt to earn another knot.” 

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Loving embrace | A.L

No matter how dark a day can be, your boyfriend — your alpha — knows exactly how to light up your day and make you happy.

//Pairing// Lumberjack!Alpha!Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Omega!Girlfriend!Reader

//Wordcount// 2.341

//Warnings// meant health struggle, soft!Ari, lots of kisses, cuddles, fluff

//Authors Note// @holylulusworld I have our favourite Lumberjack for you, with your favourite trope: A/B/O hehe. @bucks-babe some ARI FOR YOU TOO!

//Events// Hurt-Comfort Bingo | Alternates | loving embrace | @sweetspicybingo | Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | O3 | cooking together | @seasonaldelightsbingo | July Break Bingo | Row Two-One | Things from the past can control all your tears | @julybreakbingo

// Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist //

After a long, hard day working, the sun goes down slowly, and Ari smiles to himself as he unlocks the door of your shared house. The moment he left the house this morning to go to work, he was already looking forward to the evening where he could finally hold you tight in his muscular arms and cuddle with you.

As he opens the door, he inhales deeply — inhaling the familiar scent of the wood that was used to build the house and your sweet scent. He narrows when he doesn't smell your sweet scent anywhere close, usually, you would immediately stop whatever you were doing and run into his arms to greet him — but not today.

He tries to not worry too much about it. Maybe you’re deep in your favorite book or movie, or you cook? He sniffs again, frowning deeply. You’re definitely not baking or cooking anything because there is not a hint of the smell of food in the air. Ari shakes his head, trying to shake away his worry, but the thoughts become only worse when he doesn’t hear anything.

Your Alpha places his bag down, taking off his shoes and jacket, before he walks further through the floor. There are no noises in the house, maybe you went for a walk or went out with friends. But you’re not the type of spontaneous guy who would go out with their friend without telling your boyfriend in the morning about your plans. And if you go for a walk, you will leave a note for him so he doesn’t worry about something.

Ari inhales deeply once again, trying to calm himself down. Maybe you haven’t placed the note on the floor but instead in the kitchen on the counter. You sometimes do that, and he was never so scared when he couldn’t find you immediately or when you didn’t come to hug him and greet him after work — but today something is different. Something inside of him told him that something was wrong, maybe only his fear, but maybe it was because someone hurt you?

“Love? Are you home?” He shouts through the house with no response. Ari walks into the kitchen, looking over the table and the counters, but there is no note that you went for a walk. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, smiling softly as he sees the picture he took of the two of you a few months ago.

“Ariiii!” You giggle, earring a smirk from him. His fingers dig into your sides, and he tickles you while you squirm underneath him. “S-STOPPP! Please, n-need to br-breathe!”

Ari immediately stops looking at you with his soft blue eyes, smirking while you pant. He leans down, his long hair falling into his face, and you reach out to swipe them out of his handsome face, tracing your fingertips over his cheekbones to his lips, where you slide them along and smile softly.

You fell for these lips the first time they touched yours — so soft and full of love that your world was spinning while everything felt like it stopped for a moment. Ever since he always kisses you with such tenderness but softness when his lips touch yours, it feels like there is nothing else but the two of you.

“Do you wanna touch them or also want to feel them?” Ari asks with a smirk on his plumb lips, leaning a bit lower so you can feel his warm breath against your soft skin. You instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, bringing his face even closer until there is only an inch between your lips.

“I like to feel them, they are so soft, but when you kiss me, they feel even better,” you mumble, leaning up to finally press your lips against Ari’s. He chuckles into the kiss, fishing his phone from somewhere next to you on the couch and snapping a photo of the two of you kissing.

It’s not like he doesn’t have a lot of photos of both of you or where you kiss, but this moment was different; it felt like a promise for ever, and he wanted to remember your words as best as he could.

He unlocks his phone and looks if he got a message from you — nothing. No call, no message. Ari taps your contact, calling you. If you have your phone with you, you will probably answer his call. He waits patiently for you to answer him, but seconds feel like hours, and even the sound his phone makes while calling you feels like it’s calling you in a super slow way to make him even more nervous, to tease him — even annoy him.

Ari notices an almost completely quiet buzzing, he growls, knowing it’s your phone. He doesn’t hang up but makes his way closer to where the sound comes from. If you make a little joke to tease him and just don’t answer his call, he is going to punish you. He is worried as fuck, and he can’t have you playing around right now.

Deep down, he knows that you’re his sweet omega, and you would never dare do such a joke and worry him. You know that he is overprotective of you, that he gets worried easily, and that when he calls your name and you don’t respond, he’s no longer just worried where you could joke around a bit — then he lets the Alpha instincts take the lead and protect you with everything he can offer.

“Omega?” He asks, his voice still soft, but there is a hint of worry you would notice if you heard him. Ari walks further through your house, finding your phone in the little drawer on the floor next to your shared bedroom.

He hangs up, and then he finally notices a noise that isn’t coming from one of your phones, it’s a soft sniffle that gets his attention. His chest clenches, and he feels his heart racing as he notices that it can only come from you, that there is no one else but you and him in the house—the sound familiar to him but he hates it, it’s not your sweet giggle or pretty laugh, no — this is the sound of you being broken, being hurt. And whoever did that to you will regret hurting you, because no one hurts Ari’s girl, no one.

Your alpha opens the door to your shared bedroom quietly, not to scare you, but because he knows you well enough that you will wipe away your tears and smile like everything is fine if you hear him before he notices your tears.

As the door is open enough for his thick, muscular body to fit through it, he walks closer to the bed you’re lying on. You’re wrapped in a blanket, sniffling as quietly as possible while staring in front of you against the wall.

The large shadow that moves slowly along the wall when Ari moves causes you to almost shriek and immediately sit up. Your arms brush over your face, wiping away the tears, but when you turn your face to see your Alpha leaning against the drawer with his head slightly tilted to the side, you know he knows that you cried.

“Ari, w-what? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you apologize, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself. It’s not like your boyfriend's warm embrace, but at least it's warming you a bit and giving you a bit of comfort.

Ari’s expression is almost cold, but also soft. You’re not sure if it’s just you being scared that he could be mad or if he is really mad at you. He signs, running one of his callused hands through his hair. Your eyes water once again when he doesn’t say or do anything but move his hand over his face.

“Omega…” he growls, trying to stay as calm as possible. He would love to just get over to you and wrap you in his muscular arms, hold you close, and tell you that everything is fine and that he loves you — because he does. But he doesn’t want to hurt you any further if he is the reason for your pain; he doesn’t want to push you into something, preferring when you tell him what you want and what you need. Plus, he is angry that someone hurt you, and he doesn’t want to let out the frustration on you.

“Alpha,” you whine, your body shaking. Your mind is spinning; there are too many thoughts inside, and you can’t see a way through the darkness that grew over the hours while Ari was at work. “I’m sorry, don’t be mad.”

His eyes widened immediately. He wasn’t mad, how could he? Because he isn’t hugging you, or why else would you think that? He is craving to hold you, but you made the rule that if you don’t feel good, you will tell him what you need, and if you don’t do that, he won’t do anything.

You made the rule because he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to do anything for him, he doesn’t want to pressure you or put you in a situation you don’t want to be in. You had that with your ex-boyfriend, and Ari knows about it, so you made the rule that you can decide what you need when you don’t feel good.

“Please.” It’s only a whimper that slips past your lips, but your Alpha understands. He relaxes slightly as he walks over to the bed, crawling onto it and holding his thick arms wide open for you to snuggle into him.

You immediately do it, your face pressing into his broad chest, and you inhale his wooden scent, feeling his strong arms wrapping around your back and pulling you as close as possible against your boyfriend. For a moment, it’s quiet, only your sniffles are audible, and Ari leans his head down to your neck, inhaling your scent as well before kissing your neck and jaw softly.

“You want to tell me what happened?” He asks, his voice soft, and if you shake your head, he will accept it. Ari’s lips trail from your jaw to your cheek until he reaches your nose and kisses the tip of it, causing you to giggle softly. That’s one of his talents, he can make you happy even though you don’t feel like it. He makes you happy anyway.

“J-just flashbacks, and- ARI NO!” you say, poking one of your fingers into his chest as you look up into his ocean blue eyes. He already opens his mouth, but when you say no and shake your head slightly, he closes his mouth and only smirks at you. “I know you said I could call you, b-but I thought. You were only out the door, and y-you know.”

Ari sighs, and his expression softens even more. His fingers are rubbing circles on your back. “But you can call me anyway. I will throw everything to the side if you need me, my sweet omega,” he mumbles, leaning his head down to lean his forehead against yours.

You nod, your eyes staring into Ari’s. “I’m here for you when you need me. You know the reason for the mark on your neck. It’s not because you’re an omega and I’m an alpha, the mark is there because you belong to me. Because I have the same, that shows that I belong to you. I care about you, I’m there for you, I love you, I always will.”

Tears well up in your eyes, those words slipping from his lips like it’s the most natural thing he can say makes your heart flutter, and you once again notice how lucky you are with your Alpha. Your alpha, who sees you as more than just a weak omega — Ari sees you as a human, as the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, who makes him happy — the woman who is the only one for him.

“Can we-we make dinner together?” You ask, one of your hands sliding over his neck to his bearded cheek, and you caress it softly. Ari leans more into your touch, smiling softly.

“Of course, everything you want, love,” he says. He doesn’t let go of you, his smile turns into a mischievous grin, and Ari’s grip around you tightens. “But first…”

He doesn’t give you much time to react, he moves the two of you until you lay underneath him, giggling because of his fingers digging into your sides as he peppers kisses all over your face — your cheek, your jaw, your chin, your nose, your forehead, and your mouth. Ari can’t get enough of your sweet giggles, the way you blush when his lips brush over your soft skin, and the way you squirm as he tickles you softly.

“Feeling better, my sweet omega?” He asks, still hovering over you. You nod, bringing your hands to his face, capturing his cheeks, and pulling him down. Your thumbs stoke his stubbles as you press your lips softly against his, sighing when he moves his lips against yours.

“I love you, Ari,” you mumble, giggling as you inhale deeply and smell your Alpha, who causes you to relax. His arms are on each side of you, holding him up, and he makes sure that you’re better, otherwise, he is going to kiss you until you feel better and laugh.

“I love you, love. To the moon and back. But now let’s make some food, or else I’m gonna have to eat the bed,” he chuckles, kissing you once again. Then he helps you get up and carries you into the kitchen, making sure that he makes the food, and you sit on the counter and just look pretty — making food together — and he gets a lot of kisses whenever he is close to you, making you giggle. Your Alpha can light up the darkest days.

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[babyjakes]

alpha!ari knotting and breeding you… pumping into you with his thick dick as he bounces your tiny little omega body up and down over his length, using you like his own little cocksleeve… flipping you over on your hands and knees, yanking you by the hips to get your ass up in the air… grabbing you by the waist and thrusting back inside of you, toying with your tight little ass as he fucks you, using just the tip of his finger to make you squeal and squirm… bringing one of his big hands down under you to pinch and roll your poor little clit between his fingers… encouraging you to cum for him, “that’s a good little pup. c’mon, baby. squeeze daddy’s dick— there you go. that’s it, puppy.”… grabbing you and slamming his hips against you as he spills inside of you, panting heavily over you as you feel him pulsating inside of you.. “fuck, baby. just like that. take daddy’s load so well, who’s my good girl, huh? such a pretty little fuck-puppy. all fucking mine.”

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: E-Vite 4/20 [A New Hire interlude]

Series Masterlist

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

Word Count: 4,382

Summary: Ari’s mate finds herself invited to a brunch featuring more than just bottomless mimosas. 

Warnings: 18+ Only, Drugs, Recreational Drug Use,  Mob AU, Age Gap, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: i’m so sorry this is so late! but (i hope) it’s worth it! takes place roughly a week or so before reader and Ari leave for Paris. a little character development i think you’ll all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​. dedicated to @cocobutterqwueen​, who prompted this work ❤️

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

You purse your lips, your brows drawing together critically as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You heave a dissatisfied sigh, brushing imaginary dirt from the hem of your white tennis skirt. 

 “Too much?” You mutter, rocking back and forth on the heels of your matching ivory sneakers. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” The silver charms on your bracelet jingle softly as you begin wiggling out of your skirt, trying to undo the hook-eye closure on the back. You aren’t expecting to see your mate there, leaned in the doorway of the walk-in closet with an amused smile playing at the edges of his full lips. 

 “Third outfit in fifteen minutes, Sweetheart. You nervous?” There’s a teasing note in his voice that makes you pout, shaking your head even though it’s obvious he’s right.  

“No, I’m not nervous.” You continue fiddling with the zipper until Ari closes his hands around yours. It’s silly, to be this anxious about meeting a bunch of people you’ve already been talking to for weeks, but you are. Joining Moms of Riverside County had been a whim. At most, you had expected to find new dinner recipes, maybe a few fun things to do with Liam. Instead, you’d found… a community? 

 Some of the members were a little out there, but there were far more good apples than bad. People posted pictures, shared memes— not pronounced “may-mays” as Ari had pointed out, to your embarrassment. There was even a group-chat, which you had recently been invited to—✨🔥 Cool Moms of Riverside County🔥✨, which had given you a good laugh. You weren’t particularly active yet, but even so you had been tagged and invited to a private brunch being hosted by one of the members you actually talked to with some regularity. 

  Come if you can! We’d love to see you! Sabrina’s casual message outside of the group chat had left you scrambling to respond last night, typing out at least thirty messages and showing them to Ari before deciding on one. 

  Okay! Thanks for inviting me, I wold love to come!

 “I-it’s just a facebook group thing.” You mumble, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead. 

 “It’s okay to be a little nervous about meeting your internet friends for the first time.” He must feel it in the bond, the electric apprehension running through every one of your limbs and down to the tips of your fingers and toes. “Just be yourself, Sweetheart. Trust me, they’ll love you.” He turns to exit the closet, but pokes his head back in. “And I like the skirt.” 

 An hour later, you’re in the Jeep on your way across town, Sabrina’s address punched into your phone’s GPS. You’re trying to think of potential conversation topics in your head, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. You’d already checked the list of people in attendance—only ten, including you. 

  Exclusive.

 Sabrina’s house is half an hour outside of the city, nestled in the rolling hills off the highway. The private drive is blocked off by a wrought iron gate that you have to pull up to an intercom to get open. You lean out of the window, jabbing your thumb into the button. 

  “Yes? Who is it? Shh, Adrian!”

 You lick your lips nervously. “Um, it’s uh, it’s—”

  “Oh wait, I know who you are! I can see you on the camera. Come on in, girl!” The intercom buzzes loudly and the fence slides smoothly out of the way. It takes a full three minutes to get from the gate to the house, and when you pull up, there’s a line of expensive looking cars parked along the side. You take up the rear, taking a deep breath before hopping out. Gravel crunches under your feet, and as you’re heading up the stairs the front door opens. 

 “OhmyGod Hi!” You recognize Adrian from his pictures, his long dark hair piled up in a bun on top of his head. “How are you? Come in, come in,” he motions you forward with a wide smile. In one hand is a half full glass of wine, and he hugs you with the other. Underneath his rather fruity cologne is a distinctly Alpha scent, and when you pull away, you spot half a ring of teeth marks on the skin beneath his collar. 

 “Good, thanks,” you sputter, stepping over the threshold. It’s a monster of a house, the ceiling looming far above you. The air is heavy with the scent of warm sugar and brown butter, like someone’s baking. You cast a look around the foyer, there are pictures of Sabrina with her children, her husband—who just so happens to be the headmaster of Liam’s school. You toe off your shoes in the entryway, and Adrian scoffs. 

 “Oh, you don’t need to do that. Sabrina doesn’t give a shit about mud on her carpets,” he laughs. 

 “Habit, I guess,” you say, your own nervous laughter ringing awkwardly in the air with his. “I, um, have-have you been in the group long?” The questions you practiced in the car tangle confusedly together on your tongue. 

 “Like three years, I think?” He waves his hand as he shrugs. “But it got a lot more fun when Sab starting modding. Way more jokes.” He fixes you with a sly smile.  “Let’s go  get you a drink!” You tail Adrian through the house, and the sound of voices gets louder and louder as you go. The long hallway opens up into a massive kitchen, and a gaggle of people surround the marble island in the center of it, only a few of whom you recognize. 

 “Ladies,” Adrian claps his palm against his khaki-clad thigh, holding his wine glass aloft as he raises his voice to get their attention. “And gentle man,” he giggles, placing his palm against his chest, “Our last guest has arrived.” You duck your head in embarrassment as a little cheer ripples through the rest of the attendees.

 “Sorry I’m late, I think the e-vite said 4:20—”

 “Girl please.” You recognize Keisha’s fiery orange locs from her profile picture. “I just got here ten minutes ago. Sabrina! Girl where are you? You know I don’t know where you keep the glasses in this maze.” By your count, there are about seven people here, eight, including you. “Are you sure she’s the last one, Adrian? I thought Barb and Hannah were coming, too?”

 “Kayla’s got chicken pox, they cancelled this morning,” Adrian replies. “They’re fine, though, said she’s holding up well. Marathonning every episode of Bluey, apparently.” As the two of you join everyone else at the counter, Sabrina appears in the opposite doorway. 

 “Sorry, I went to get a lighter. Glasses are above the sink—hi! I’m so glad you could make it!” Sabrina is tiny, strawberry blonde curls piled on top of her head and secured with the biggest, pinkest bow you’ve ever seen. She reminds you of a Malibu Barbie—mansion and all. Sabrina rushes over to you, quickly depositing the tray of what looks like cigarette papers and lighters on the counter before hugging you tightly. 

 “Thanks for coming!” Sabrina looks genuinely happy to see you. They make room for you around the island. “I just moved here like a year and a half ago and it is so hard to make friends.”

 You let out a relieved breath. “I know exactly what you mean.” You had been nervous about coming, about whether or not you were actually going to fit-in . It feels like there are huge holes where general knowledge should be about how to act, what to say. All the culturally relevant gossip you know hit it’s expiration date a decade ago—but surprisingly, you don’t feel as terrified of that as you had been before arriving. 

 The conversation flows easily, and you finish your first glass of wine with a comfortable, warm buzz. Adrian makes it his business to serve the cooled cookies, and when you take two, he laughs. 

 “Okay, girl, I see you!” You blush as you bite down, gooey chocolate coating your tongue. 

 “I didn’t eat before I came,” you admit, polishing off the first cookie and starting on the second. “These are so good,” you add, and Sabrina preens. 

 “Thank you! I baked them myself.” Sabrina ducks down beneath the island countertop, and you hear the sound of a drawer rolling open, and then shut again. “I will admit I found the recipe online, though.” As she stands, she tosses a plastic bag of—

  Oh my God.

  Your eyes widen as the baggie of weed lands on the table, and they dart worriedly to the faces of everyone else there. No one seems surprised or upset, in fact, Keisha claps excitedly. 

 “Good,” she chirps, plucking a single paper from one of the packs on the silver tray. “I’ll roll.” 

 You shift nervously on your feet, unsure of what to do. You’ve never smoked before—the most you’ve ever done is drink alcohol, and even that you don’t do with any regularity. Ari’s beers in the fridge at home remain mostly untouched by you, and the occasional glass of wine is the extent of what you generally allow yourself. Not that you mind, really—

 You tap jittery fingers against the granite, and Adrian clucks his tongue at you. 

 “What’s wrong, babes?” His eyebrows crease with concern. “Not a joint person?” 

 “N-no?” You force yourself to calm down—these are all adults, and it’s not like it’s… illegal here, per-say. “I um, I haven’t actually ever… smoked. Marijuana.” 

 “You haven’t?” Sabrina’s gaze moves worriedly from your face to the half-eaten tray of cookies and back again. “Are you… kidding?”

 You sigh, dragging an embarrassed hand down your face. “No. Ugh, my… my parents were um. Really strict. Sorry. I’m not a narc or anything, I just, um, never really—” Sabrina grabs your hand with a soft smile and the rambling word vomit screeches to a halt. 

 “You don’t have to explain yourself at all. I just, well, I kind of thought you knew, to be honest.”

 “Knew?”

 “Yeah, it’s said 4/20 brunch, on 4/20,” she looks at you with a leading expression, but whatever reference she’s trying to make flies entirely over your head. You raise an eyebrow. 

 “That wasn’t… the time?”

 “420 means weed girl!” Adrian yelps, doubling over with raucous laughter. He rests a hand on his hip as he gasps for air. “This was a weed brunch!” You pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning. “Oh my God the cookies! You ate two of them!” Cold realization crosses your face as you turn to face them in horror. 

 “There was weed in the cookies!?”

 —

 Ari is waiting for you in the kitchen when you call—he’d been expecting you home half an hour ago, and though he wasn’t worried, he was beginning to get antsy. The bond is open—wide open, in fact—and your hazy amusement permeate it like smoke. 

 “Hi, Sweetheart. You okay?” He asks, and you giggle. 

  “ I’m good. I’m so-oo-oo good, ” you sing, drawing out the syllables. There’s a loud splash, and Ari raises an eyebrow as you gasp loudly through the receiver. 

  “Don’t drop your phone!”

 “I’m not gonna dro-op it,” you hiccough, and Ari can practically hear your pout. “She said I was going to drop my phone, but I’m not going to drop it—”

 “Kitten. What is—”

 “Can you come get me?” You say, cutting him off in a dreamy, small voice. “I don’t think I should drive. The floor is moving.” Ari pulls away from the phone, staring at it with confused, narrowed eyes.

 “The floor is… moving.” He repeats your babble, just to make sure he’s hearing it right. You heave a relieved sigh, as if he’s validated some previously held suspicion. 

 “Yes. And I really don’t think I should drive. I’m all wet.” 

 “Okay baby. Can you send me your friend’s address? I’m going to call Martine over in case Liam wakes up, and then I will come and get you.” 

 “Okay.” You hang up with no warning, leaving your confused and exasperated mate staring at his phone. It takes several minutes—and quite a few nonsensical strings of emojis—before the address comes through. 

  She’s drunk, he thinks to himself, shaking his head. A little wry smile plays at the edges of his mouth as he buckles himself into the Bentley. She has to be. He’s not upset as he turns out of the driveway, skirting generously around Martine’s car. He’s glad you’ve made friends—the tight fist your father had kept around your life has left a lasting impression, one Ari is eager to erase. 

 The traffic choking the highway eases as he circles around the city, the exit dumping him out into the rolling foothills on its outskirts. The address you’d sent him is one that takes him into familiar territory, and when he pulls up to the gate, it buzzes open before he has a chance to push the button on the intercom.

 Ari exits the vehicle, taking stock of each car lined up in the driveway—including yours. He pauses at the front steps, listening, before making his way around back instead. The sounds of music and laughter grow louder as he rounds the side of the house. Your scent is here too, cut with others and diluted by the smell of chlorine and charcoal smoke. The yard opens up before him, carefully manicured green surrounding the deeply set in-ground pool. 

 “I don’t remember inviting the mob.” An amused voice makes Ari turn, before he scoffs. 

 “You wouldn’t have to, Sabrina, you married it.” He replies, shaking his head before reaching down for a hug. “It’s been a while.” Sabrina tokes long and hard on the joint in her hand before she laughs. 

 “You’re telling me. What are you doing here?”

 “My mate is here.” Ari peers over Sabrina’s blonde head, squinting at the pool. “The one on the pizza floaty.” 

 You’re sprawled on the double-wide rubber float, chatting animatedly to a man sitting on the pool steps up to his waist. Sabrina claps her hands, loud, animated laughter escaping her grinning mouth. 

  “That’s your mate? Oh my God. I think—I think I’m gonna pee.” She doubles over, while Ari frowns down at her. “Sorry. Sorry. I just—Odd couple. In my defense, she is the sweetest person on earth, and you’re… you.” Ari purses his lips.

 “Yes, well, you’re related to me,” he says dryly. “I still don’t think you’ve forgiven me for putting worms in your hair.” 

 “I haven’t. It was disgusting.”

 “I was eight.” 

 Sabrina ignores him, flicking a honey-blonde lock over her shoulder before making her way over to the pool. She wades in, waving to get your attention. You look utterly relaxed, your limbs draped loosely across the floaty. Your fingers and toes trail in the water as a you drift. You sit up as Sabrina approaches, and for a moment, your wild hair is framed perfectly in the light of the setting sun.

  Little lioness.

 The words she speaks to you are snatched away by the wind as Ari approaches, squatting by the edge of the pool. You’re wearing a swimsuit you no doubt borrowed from Sabrina, a bikini he suspects is at least one size too small. Sliding off the edge of the pizza-shaped float, you wade over to him, a dopey smile on your face. 

 “Ari!” 

 “Hi, Kitten.” He leans down when you reach wet hands up to hug him. Ari doesn’t mind, drawing his fingers affectionately over your bare shoulders and back as he presses his face to the side of your throat. He can’t help but check. Underneath the heavy scent of the chlorine—and a light coating of weed-smoke—is your true scent. Just yours, like he’d known it would be. He kisses your forehead. You giggle. 

 “I did what you said,” you whisper loudly. “It worked! I just said, um, that I never smoked, but then I ate the cookie—two cookies, I think. Maybe more?” The story devolves into meaningless ramble that leaves Ari laughing. 

 “I’m glad you’re having a good time, Kitten.” 

 “So this is the mate.” A lanky Alpha with a joint in a rather fancy looking cigarette holder appraises Ari, his other hand resting on his hip. He offers it to shake. “Adrian. The pleasure is yours.” Ari shakes it. “We did try to keep her out of the pool but she made some very convincing arguments.” 

 “I see,” Ari replies, chuckling as you give a stout nod from the pool. “She does have a habit of getting her way.” The resulting pout that forms on your full lips is worth the half-truth. You make your way toward the pool ladder, slipping once before finding your footing. You’re sopping wet, water running in rivulets down your soft skin. Up close, the swimsuit you’re wearing is even smaller, the fabric straining to hold back the supple flesh of your breasts. 

 Ari clears his throat, and Adrian snickers. He shoots the other male an irritated look, but Adrian only grins. 

 “I packed you a to-go bag, chica. It’s in your purse. You crazy kids have a good night.” He winks, and you wave absently.

 “You too, Adrian!” You turn back to Ari. “He’s nice, right?”

 “Yeah,” he replies, dragging his eyes up from the curve of your hip where the tie is sinking sinfully into the soft skin there. “Nice. Where did you get this?” He fingers the spaghetti thin strap at your shoulder. Sabrina sidles up next to you with a knowing grin, looping her arm around your shoulders. 

 “Well, I couldn’t let her just jump in, Ari.” He levels an annoyed glare at her. “What kind of cousin would I be if I let your mate ruin her nice clothes?” You gasp exaggeratedly. 

  “Cousin?”

 “First or second, or something like that,” Ari grumbles. She laughs.

 “Remind me to tell you the worm story,” she replies conspiratorially, clapping you on the back. “You go get your clothes.” 

 “I’ll be right back,” You press a kiss to Ari’s cheek. He can’t help but watch you walk away, the damp fabric wedging itself neatly between the cheeks of your ass. God-fucking-dammit. 

 “It reeks out here,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You’d better not be turning my mate into a pothead. I don’t want to have to get into weed distribution, you know how messy that is.” Sabrina waves a hand dismissively. 

 “Nonsense. Thad’s got a great thing going on with Rogers and Barnes on the east coast. He can cut you in if you want.” She winks. “I like her, you know. Genuinely had no idea she was, um. Yours.” Ari smiles, in spite of himself. 

 “It’s hard not to love her.” 

 Ari opts to wait out front, and he isn’t out there long before you stumble out clutching your purse. Your shirt is unbuttoned and untucked from your skirt, exposing the swimsuit you’re still wearing underneath. You look up at him apologetically through your lashes.

 “Thank you for coming, Ari, I’m sorry—”

 “Don’t be, Kitten,” he chuckles, helping you down the steps toward the car. “I’m glad you had a good time.” 

 You loose a high pitched giggle. “I had so-oo much fun. S-Sabrina’s so nice! She said she wants to hang out more. And—” You gasp, turning to him with a suspicious glare. “She said you put worms in her hair.” Ari laughs, shaking his head as he opens the passenger side door. “How could you do that?”

 “I’ll bet she didn’t tell you she dumped cat litter on my head the week before,” he replies, shutting the door before you can respond. He can see that you’re talking anyway, chirping brightly to yourself as Ari rounds the front of the car. He’s not quite sure why, but the sight of it makes his heart swell, even as he shakes his head. 

 “—gross!” You finish, looking at him definitively. 

 Ari slides into the drivers seat, nodding. “It was.” 

 “Will we come back for the Jeep?” You ask in a small, guilty voice. “I like the Jeep.” Ari nods, chuckling.

 “I promise.” The stoned, dopey smile you shoot him in response makes Ari wonder just how many “cookies” you’d eaten. You slump lazily in the passenger seat, stretching like a cat as he pulls out of the driveway. You sit there, blissfully unaware of the way that fucking bikini is eating away at his nerves. You drag a hand across your bare midsection, absently playing with the loose bikini strings.

 Of course you can’t see the way the edges of your dark, puffy nipples spill just over the edges of the triangular scraps of fabric. Sabrina’s attempt to help you maintain your modesty has done exactly the opposite, leaving you so indecently exposed that Ari finds himself wondering how the soft, plump lips of your cunt even fit in the bottoms. 

  God-fucking-dammit.

 Ari knows he should be focusing on the sparsely populated road, on the hour long drive it will take to get you home— not on the way he can see the pebbled outline of your perfect fucking nipples through that flimsy excuse for a bathing suit. Ari dares to glance in your direction again and groans quietly. You’re running your hands along your bare thighs, giggling and gasping at the sensation of your palms on your own skin. 

 “Ari, I didn’t know I was this soft,” you mumble, your eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Did you know that?” 

 He scrubs a hand down his face. 

 “Jesus, Kitten, you trying to kill me tonight?” He moans, dropping his head back against the seat. You lean over the middle console, an apology already on your trembling lips. 

 “I’m sorry.” It’s like you’re completely unaware of it, the thrall you have him in as you rest a warm little hand on his thigh. “How can I make it better?” 

  Martine’s fine at the house with Liam, right?

 —

  “Oh-oh God!” Your face is hidden, pressed against the hood of the car. Ari has your trembling legs spread as far apart as he can manage, his cock disappearing between the cheeks of your ass. “F-feels— oh— ” You’re even less articulate than usual, your sopping, needy cunt squeezing down around him like a vise. 

 Ari’s got your little white skirt rucked up around your waist, and the offending bikini pulled to the side so he can watch you take him. Seeing your pussy stretched open wide and straining around the veiny length of his cock is almost as good as feeling it. Ari doesn’t resist the urge to crack the palm of one hand against the cheek of your ass. You squeal, and God the way you fucking clench down is almost enough to make him bust right there—

 “Ari!” His name sounds like a desperate prayer on your lips. You’re practically writhing underneath him, your hands forming little fists on the hood of the Bentley. “G-God, feels—” He loves you like this, the words all gibberish on your loose tongue. “Fuck!”

 He especially likes it now that you’re high, hoarse curses falling from your lips as you raise yourself up onto your tip toes trying to meet his thrusts. It’s like some of your carefully crafted filter has come apart, allowing through the Kitten that isn’t afraid of judgment or reprisal. 

 “M’so full,” you whine pathetically, peering over your shoulder at him pleadingly. “More?” He isn’t expecting your breathy, perfect little plea, and the softly uttered request seems to go straight to his cock, and it throbs hard inside you. Ari groans, his head lolling back on his shoulders as he stares unseeingly at the night sky. “More, please.”

 The knot at the base of his cock is already starting to swell, and Ari clenches his teeth. Bracing one hand between your shoulders as he anchors the other to your hip. 

 “More, Kitten?” He asks, chuckling darkly. “Greedy girl. Can you even take more?” Ari draws back until the head of his cock pops out, and he slaps it wetly against your cunt. Slowly, he presses himself into the fucked-swollen mess of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when you begin straining against his knot, murmuring dark words of encouragement. 

 “You asked for this,” he reminds you, grinning when your forehead hits the hood with a thunk, and you let out a muffled cry. Ari joins you, a harsh growl tearing from his throat as his knot pops inside. “That enough, Kitten?” He asks through clenched teeth. “Your hungry fucking pussy finally full, Sweetheart?” 

 You push back against him, a lewd squelch filling both your ears. That’s enough of an answer for Ari. He growls, clamping down on the back of your neck with one hand as his fingers sink deep into the meat of your hip. His thrusts are shorter now, but fuller , and each one leaves you mewling and crying.   His whole world is condensing down to a single point. You’re all that matters, you, this moment, his cock buried in your slick, sweet core—

 “Oh f-fuck, God, Ari, c-cumming—” The nonsense that you manage to string together only barely precedes the way your cunt clamps deliciously around him like a hot wet fist. The pleasurable buzzing in the back of Ari’s skull becomes unbearable, traveling down his spine and shooting like electricity to the base of his cock. 

 Ari groans, bending over your back to sink his teeth into your shoulder, holding you still while he cums. He still doesn’t know how to explain how right it feels to press inside you and let go—like he’s supposed to. Fuck and the feel of you—Ari groans as you shift, your velvet walls shifting against his still hard cock. He leans back, releasing you so that he can stare appreciatively at your cunt.  Lips bulged out from the heavy girth of his knot, a mixture of both your fluids leaking out around it. 

 You peek over your shoulder at him, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your eyebrows are creased together, your glassy eyes shining with real worry. 

 “Ari?”

 “What’s the matter, Kitten?”

 “I think I left my phone.” 

  end

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[thezombieprostitute]

Unwanted - Part 5

Summary: Your life is no longer yours. You've been forced into becoming a different species of human. Bought and paid for, what can you do but follow orders and obey your Alpha?

Warnings: Allusions to surgery, human trafficking, kidnapping; Angst; Depression; Suicidal thoughts. Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is described as big & tall, is female. No other descriptors used.

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You wake up covered in sweat, crying from your nightmares. Your entire body ached, especially where you had scars. It took you a minute to orient yourself. The skylight was incredibly helpful as an instant reminder that you were no longer in your cell at Dr. Kemp's mercy.

The comfortable bed and blankets were another reminder. Natasha had graciously added to your education on Omega instincts and needs. Nesting had originally been described to you as just bundling your bedding. Nat had explained it was a manifestation of an Omega's need for a safe, comfy place. Most often to sleep, but sometimes just for relaxing. It's not uncommon for an Omega to have little nests built in other places of their homes. For now, though, you were just grateful to indulge in the soft fabric, comfy mattress, and a multitude of pillows.

You check the digital clock and see that it's a little after 5 in the morning. Part of you wonders if that was the default time you'd get woken up in your cell and so you're just automatically waking up out of habit. Yes, the nightmares were probably a factor, but you can't remember a time you didn't have them. Maybe you should ask Nat about getting yourself a teddy bear you can squeeze to help you calm down instead of the pillow you currently had in a death grip.

She had promised to come by at 10 today to follow up with you. That gave you a whopping 5 hours to get more sleep. If only you could. You were wide awake and sleep felt like a terrifying concept, as if you would wake up back in your cell.

Resigning yourself to wakefulness you get out of bed and look around. You've got options for what to do and you're not sure what to do with yourself until the pressure in your bladder gets your attention. After you relieve yourself you decide to shower first and try out some of the sweet, floral smelling products to find ones you liked. You probably spent too much time in the shower but you were so grateful for the hot water and feel soothed by the scented shampoos and washes. For the first time in forever a shower felt genuinely relaxing and rejuvenating.

Walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of the towels, you look through the closet. Nat had promised that none of these clothes were used, they were all recently bought, just for you. Yes, they were men's clothes, but that's because they didn't have women's clothing your size. You assured her it was something you were used to. You put on a pair of boxers followed by sweatpants and a t-shirt, taking a kind of comfort in the fit of the pant legs around your ankles, breathing easier with so much of yourself covered. There's also a pair of slipper socks that, when you put them on, make you giddy with how warm and comfortable they feel. Honestly, you wonder if you'll ever feel comfortable being barefoot, or in a dress ever again. Those hospital gowns have likely soured your clothing opinions forever.

Recalling your tour with Natasha from last night, you remember you're also allowed to make yourself some breakfast with the ample food supply in the kitchen. It's been quite some time since you've cooked but you want a meal that's actually warm and tasty. Still, it has been a while so you opt to start simple with toast and eggs. You end up with scrambled eggs but that just means you can add shredded cheese before adding it to the toast. You took a bite and nearly ended up in tears from the relief, the memories, the confirmation that you were no longer in your cell.

All of your emotions kicking in from the conflicting brain chemistry have you running back to your nest to cry yourself out.

By the time Nat knocks on your door you've calmed down. You welcome her in and the two of you make small talk. You tell her about everything going on and she nods in understanding.

"This is definitely something we've seen before," she nods. "When you're ready for it, we'll introduce you to some of the others who have had similar experiences."

"So there are others?" you ask. "Ari wasn't just bullshitting about that?"

"Unfortunately, yes, there are others. We're a bit of a dying species, doing what we need to survive. But while a bunch of us work for the government in exchange for safety, resources and a chance at creating future generations for others of our kind, some outliers, like Kemp and Hansen, have gone to more extreme measures."

"So Ari is trying to do good work and I just...I wasn't supposed to...I'm..."

Nat hugs you. "You're welcome here. We will find a place for you here."

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[holylulusworld]

Ari & Leo (Sleepless Nights snippet)

Summary: It’s another sleepless night.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader x Leo 😉

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, fluff, cuddling, daddy Ari

A/N: This drabble is part of my Leo & Alpha verse. It’s the third snippet of their story.

“Shush, Leo. No!” Ari groans as the huge dog tries to get back on the bed. He grabs his collar and fights with the dog. It’s no use. Leo is too strong and heavy. “I said no! They are asleep and wake if you…”

It’s too late. Leo jumps onto the bed to check on your newborn babies. Ari Jr. and Leonie just fell asleep, and he wants to make sure you and your children are safe. The huge dog sniffs at your babies, purrs, and curls around them to protect them.

“Leo, we talked about this. That’s my job,” your alpha sighs deeply. Before your babies were born, he ordered a huge bed. It’s now big enough for you, him, and the pups plus your dog. “Not cool, Leo.”

Leo doesn’t move an inch. Not when Ari pokes his back, nor when your alpha scolds him again. “Fine, have it your way.” He’s too tired to argue with your dog or fight the furry beast.

Your alpha took care of your babies the whole night to give you a few hours of sleep. He fed your babies, changed the diapers, and walked around the bedroom, holding them in his arms to help your babies fall asleep.

Ari climbs onto the bed to lie behind you. He wraps his arms around your body, hoping he won’t wake you. You immediately wiggle in your sleep to press your body closer to Ari.

“I dare you to wake them, Leo,” he snarls in your dog’s direction. “We will talk about this in the morning. After I had my coffee and a snack. And with a snack I mean I’ll eat your mommy’s pussy.”

Leo lifts his head to look in Ari’s direction. “Yeah, you heard right. I’ll eat her and maybe I’ll put another baby in her womb. She’s my wife and omega. Live with it, furry beast!”

“Ari,” you mumble in your sleep. “Alpha…”

“I’m here, Y/N. You’re safe with me,” he whispers in your ear. “Only your dog is an asshole. He won’t let me sleep next to our babies. We will discuss his punishment in the morning!”

“Ari, you look tired. I told you to let me take care of them tonight,” you offer a cup to your alpha. “Did they let you sleep for a while?”

The babies were little angels,” he wrinkles his nose as Leo walks into the kitchen to lie next to your feet, “your dog not so much. He wouldn’t let me lie next to our babies. The furry beast gets cocky!”

“Aw, he tried to protect the babies,” you coo and kneel next to your dog. Ruffling his thick fur, you smile. “You’re a good boy, Leo. Mommy loves you.”

“He needs to learn his place. The dog cannot disrespect me, and my position in this pack. I’m the pack leader, he’s the dog.”

“You bought him to protect me,” you grin at Ari. “Leo does a good job. But, if you want me to, I’ll tell him to sleep at the foot of the bed.”

Ari pouts. Your 6ft high and beefy alpha pouts, make your heart melt. “You like him more than me.”

You step toward your alpha to put your hand on his chest. “Alpha, baby. I only love you. You’re the most important man in my life. Except for our baby boy,” you whisper. “Let me handle Leo. He’ll understand that you are the alpha of our pack.”

“Leo, come here,” you pat the foot of the bed. “Look at my big boy protecting me and our babies.” You coo as your dog lies on the foot of the bed. “Good boy.”

Ari lies on the bed and runs his hand over his son’s head. He smiles as you make sure that Leo stays on the foot of the bed. “You should get some sleep, Y/N. The little ones are asleep.”

You sigh. Leo longingly looks at the babies, whining as he wants to be closer to your children and you. “Fine, he can get a little closer.” Ari hates watching your dog whine. He won’t admit it, but he loves the dog too.

Leo slowly crawls toward the babies. He looks at them before lying to their feet.

“You’ve got a weak spot for Leo,” you reach out for your alpha to squeeze his hand. “I love you, Ari.”

“I love you too,” he looks at his babies lie in the middle of your nest, “and the wonders you gave to me.”

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[onsunnyside]

Thot: alpha Ari decided that you, the sweet omega who just moved into his neighborhood, is worth his knot. For the rest of your life. 😏

oohhh the courting 😣 he welcomes you to the neighbourhood with a basket full of sweets, fruit, and cozy blankets (do they maybe… smell like him ?? mayhaps). he makes his intentions very clear, offers to show you around town, and introduces you to his friends.

and when your heat arrives unexpectedly, he’s at your door to help *respectively* 😳 but when you beg him to touch you with that thin bedsheet around your body, he can’t resist 😖 he sweeps you up to your messy nest and fucks you into the comfy sheets and pillows, touching all your spots, making you melt into a puddle of twitches and whines, “what a good little omega. You were waiting for me, hm? didn’t even touch your wet pussy without me?”

[botnasty]

Prologue

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson X Omega!Reader  

Summary: Have you seen the movie “She’s the Man”? This is a story inspire by it.

Words: 1k

Warning: Pretty much nothing tbh, it’s a prologue just to start the story, but the next chapter will be better I promise.

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Your mouth was watering at the delicacy sitting right in front of you. With all the perfect curve and its warmest you couldn't wait to take a bite out of it. “I have missed you so much, my precious.” You grab the chocolate muffin, but before you could take a bite of the thing you considered as “the most important thing in the world”, someone opened your friend’s Kayla door and sneaked out of it. 

It’s her Alpha of the week: blond hair, blue eyes, muscles built like mountains. He had a sheet wrapped around his waist, blocking your view of his groin, which you were thankful for because you didn’t want to see a dick first thing in the morning, especially not during your cheat day. The massive Alpha turned around and almost jumped in place when he saw you. “Jesus f-ing christ, I didn’t know she had a roommate.”

You shrugged, pulling at the paper around the muffin. “Surprise I guess. Do you want something? Water? Breakfast? The kitchen is all yours.” You said before taking a bite of your muffin, closing your eyes as you finally tasted chocolate for the first time in months.

You heard shuffling, thinking the guy was heading toward the kitchen, but when you started to smell your best friend's scent closer and closer and the sound of a chair moving, you opened your eyes to see that he had instead decided to sit right next to you, his hand pulling the sheet even more closer. 

“You don’t seem surprised to see me.” He started. “Like you are used to it.” He observed. A sense of pity washed over you as you saw his confused face. You looked at him and sent him a small smile and the guy most likely understood you because his face fell.

He slid a hand in his blond hair, pulling a few strands away from his hair. “She does that a lot, doesn’t she?” 

“Yes, but don’t you fucking dare shame her. She’s having fun and that’s all it matters.” You pointed at him aggressively. 

He lift both of his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t shaming, I just thought we would get to something serious. I wanted her to be my omega…” He looked down at his lap and played with the blue sheets. 

You almost whined. He looked like a kicked puppy. He really did like Kayla, but you can’t force them both to be with each other if it’s not what Kayla wants. You placed a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed. “I know I barely know you…”

“Yeah, you met me ten minutes ago.”

You smiled. “But, you seem like a respectful Alpha and you will make an Omega happy one day.”

He sent you a small smile. “Thanks, but what about you? I don’t see a mark on your neck. You don’t have an Alpha?”

You almost wanted to laugh. The idea of having an Alpha was never something that crossed your mind. You loved your independence too much to start relying on someone and, anyway you wanted to focus on something more important to you. “No, I don’t want an Alpha”

“So you would like a Beta more?”

You shrugged. “Maybe, but what I’m saying is I want to focus on me instead of finding someone. I want to focus on my career, you know.”

The guy looked at you with his blue eyes.. “Which is?”

You smiled and took a bite of the muffin. “Soccer.”

Seething.

You were seething by what you were learning right now. Every day, for years on end, you’ve been practicing your favorite sport to get a chance to get where you are right now only for your dream to get snatched right under your nose. All for something you have no control over.

“What do you mean I can’t join the team? This college literally accepted me because I was good at soccer.” Something inside of you was snapping. You wanted to rip this man’s eye out. Your Omega was angry and so were you. 

“Things have changed. The board changed things. We now don't have an omega soccer team anymore.” Said the coach. He was an old Alpha, who looked like he had never kicked a ball in his life. 

“Thats fucking bullshit.” The coach growled and you almost whimpered. The omega in you wanting to submit, but you wouldn’t let yourself do. You wouldn’t let that Alpha stop you from doing something you loved, something you had for, for years. 

“Watch it, omega.” The man growled. “ It is a good decision. You all can’t stop yourself from doing commands, what would happen if an alpha commanded you on the field. You would be rendered useless.” You knew this college was known to have conservative ideas, but their soccer team was one of the best along with another school in the region. You had thought they would’ve let go of those sexist thoughts when they accepted you for your soccer abilities. 

“We can still fight that urge to obey.”

The man slapped his hand on his desk.  “Well I have yet to be convinced of this. This discussion is useless. You won't be part of the team and that is final.”

You growled. “I’ll fucking show you.”

[jamneuromain]

In Heat Headcanon

with Steve, Andy, Ari, and Lloyd (Alpha) x You (Omega)

fluff and lil smut, some cheesy thoughts I had about them

Steve

He likes taking care of you. Maybe a little too much. Food and drinks are always stocked in the fridge when you are in heat. He will prepare electrolyte drinks because you sweat a lot, and you need sodium and calcium so that your legs won't cramp when you are riding him.

He will give you anything you want, whether it's his knot or his cum. He won't run a bath afterward. You have caught a cold doing so before. He would clean you with a wet towel.

Your nest is the utmost important thing to him, ranking No.2 in his list of protection. (No. 1 being you) He likes watching you fuss over your nest being not comfy enough and drag him to your nest. He would happily oblige, rubbing his scent over the blankets and comforters, making it easier to calm the omega inside you when he's in the kitchen preparing refreshments.

Andy

He will see it as his personal goal to make you pregnant with a pup. Does it turn you on that he has a breeding kink? Yes. He will continue to fuck you even if his knot has popped up. He will continue to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

He will be super protective during your heat, noticing his business partner that he will be taking care of his omega in the coming week, and no one comes to his house unless he says so.

He will mark you over and over again, never tired of it. He'd love it if you wear his mark to work after your heat. Hell, he'd love it if you mark him as well. (Though he is still working on it, because every time in heat you are too fucked out to do anything)

Ari

He purposefully put his clothes in your nest to have you more addicted to his scent. He loves to see you all whiny and begging when you are writhing in your nest, wanting him to soothe your pain. He will tease and rub your pussy, until you beg prettily, just the way he wants.

Ari is sensitive, and he feels everything through the bond that you two share. Hence, he tends to your needs just right, whether you want him caressing your thighs, or you want him to hold you close, Ari detects and fulfills your needs even before they are spoken.

Oh and he's not leaving this bed unless extremely necessary. Your body will be sore when the heat is over, that's for sure.

Lloyd

This bastard is the sole reason you are in heat cycles and small heat fever way more frequent than any omega else. He doesn't allow you to use a scent blocker on your neck because he wants to smell your sweet scent all the time. He will push you into heat whenever he likes it, and he only gives you an inflatable knot, which is far from enough. He will ask you to bounce yourself on his cock and warm him when his knot roots deep in you.

Despite being an asshole, Lloyd babies you when you have terrible cramps. He likes you to sit on his lap and rub your belly for you. He will pepper you with kisses, tickling your cheeks with his moustache (he's Lloyd after all), and tells you about one of his missions to distract you from the bad cramps. You soon giggle and forget about the pain.

[biteofcherry]

Certain perks

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: You're a rather reasonable, logical kind of person. You're very understanding, too. But there's a particular part of you that's not understanding. No, she's demanding.

This is part of the Bad Moon Rising universe.

warnings: shifters; wolves; Reader isn't really a brat, but this one time she is; brat taming; primal kink; exhibitionism; dirty talk; unprotected sex; everything is consensual

Author's Note: So I was feeling bratty recently and let you pick up a big hunk to poke. You voted for Alpha Ari, so here you go 🤭

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Reason was one of the qualities Ari admired about you, from the very moment he met you. While your initial resistance forced him to be more pushy, once the mating was finalized your relationship progressed in a rather mature way. 

Including blunt communication instead of silent games and demands of your mind being read. 

Which is why there’s no other explanation than your pregnancy hormones being to blame when you find yourself sneaking behind your Alpha’s back, with the intention of purposely provoking him and acting out. 

You’ve never done that before. 

Sure, you would run away from him, but that was the part of the primal foreplay. Ari loved the chase and so did you. Especially the part where he caught and pinned you down. But you never disobeyed your mate so outwardly. 

You were the pack’s Alpha’s mate and it was important that you posed a united front. Even if you had your insight, you always left it to talk over privately with Ari, never undermining his status in front of others. 

When it came to your relationship, you preferred to keep things between you two, without making a public scene of any kind.

Which was about to change. 

In the past two weeks the lives of your pack were a little crazy, after a massive flooding ruined a few houses. Everyone was safe, thankfully, but the race to rebuild housing before winter approaches was keeping everyone up. 

You were proud of Ari, who as the Alpha always appeared first and left last from the construction site. You were busy juggling your classes, work and duties, as well. So there really was no time for private moments. Which you understood. 

Come December, it would all settle down. Once everyone had their own roof over their heads and a fireplace to sit beside, you and your mate would get to catch up for all that time.

So yes, your heart and your head knew that it was simply a short period of more distance. Ari still kept you tight in his arms when he slipped into bed in the late hours. You sensed him kiss your temple before he got out of bed, before the sun fully rose on the horizon. You felt his care when you padded downstairs and found breakfast already prepared for you, while your mate was already out fulfilling his duties.

Unfortunately, your hormone driven pussy did not get the importance of the situation.

No, that animal side of you was ruled directly by your wolf and that bitch wanted to get laid. 

She was immensely irritated that she hasn’t been woken up with Ari’s mouth for the past weeks; or stretched and filled to exhaustion. 

And it was because of that horny part of you that you disobeyed Ari’s order for the first time. 

You couldn’t believe yourself as you went to the construction site, with the intent of working, not just bringing food. Ari was clear in his decision to delegate work, including you in soft type of help in the center of the town - helping gathering and sorting supplies, overseeing what else would be needed, talking to your pack to assess who needed extra help, but was too proud to ask for it. 

Which was important and you gladly did it. 

Until your hormones decided to go to a place which was in a sense quite dangerous to be at when you’re pregnant and not even skilled in the construction department. 

Workers greeted you with smiles, which faltered when you announced you came to help hands on. Their laugh was unsure and worried, when you joked you can simply hammer in nails. But none of them dared to tell you no. Especially, since you knew how to reasonably sell your dedication and promise to be very careful. 

Ari, who was on constant move from one important task to the other, wasn’t yet back at the site. But he would soon and you both dreaded and couldn’t wait for it. 

You were intently listening to Hal’s instructions when Ari’s truck parked among the other cars a few yards away. Given the way he slammed the door as he jumped out of the car, he’s been informed of your presence. 

While your mate was a reasonable leader, who listened to advice and viewed all evidence before making decisions, he was also a very primal creature. Instincts drove him first. His wolf was so close to the surface all the time, sometimes his voice bore the hints of the real wild animal’s growl. 

Your heart rate quickened; pulse arrowing straight to your core. Oh yeah, Ari was pissed, but your horny wolf saw his prowl as the most exciting news. 

“Omega,” Ari’s low rumble rolled over your sensitive skin, teasing your nipples into stiffened peaks. 

You’ve missed this. That wild, possessive side of him.

Which seemed unreasonable to your human side, but fed your feral hindbrain. 

It was quite interesting to realize that when you thought your heat state to be the most feral phase, it turned out that being pregnant would prove to be an even worse needy craze. 

“Yes?” You asked innocently, though you gulped anticipating Ari’s next move. 

Ari didn’t offer to carry the conversation in front of everyone, even if they all busied themselves with work and suddenly worked twice faster. His arm shot toward you, fingers gripping the back of your neck. Instinctively, you bowed your head slightly, then followed him as he led you away from the construction site. 

Out on the makeshift parking lot, Ari pressed you against the side of his truck, caging you against it. 

“Care to tell me, why did you find yourself in the second place I specifically told you to better stay away from?” The first one being the lower part of the town, on the outskirts, where flooding left the most damage. 

“I thought it was only a suggestion that I stay away from it,” you shrugged, but you knew it was like sharpening another nail for your own coffin. 

Ari’s eyes flashed something dangerous - a reflection of the wolf that was seconds away from shredding its prey. His grip on your nape tightened as he bared his teeth in a snarl. 

That was the moment to give up and just confess, to placate him and maybe even win yourself some cooing. But your wolf was having too much fun finally getting that raw kind of attention she’s been missing for two weeks. 

“I hoped to help out, so that the work progresses faster and my mate is relieved enough to come back home.” 

“I’m home every night.” Ari’s eyebrows draw in a frown.

“To sleep!” You snapped. “The pack’s Alpha duties are very important, yes. But you are also a mate now. You have other duties, too.”

You didn’t think you look as feral as Ari does when he’s buzzing with that need, or maybe you thought so because you never watched yourself in that state. So perhaps it was your words that clear it up for him, or maybe he saw it in you. 

A split of a second and Ari pushed forward, really pressing you into the side of the truck. His grip relocated, fingers curled around the front of your neck. His thumb and index finger pressing hard right under your jawline to tilt your face up. His knee wedged between your legs and the hot mass of him suffocated you.

“Is my Omega’s pussy missing her Alpha’s cock?” He teased, running his other hand along your side. “Not satisfied that your womb is already growing with my seed, she’s always needy for more, huh?” 

“Ari-” you nearly whined, feeling your body eagerly responding to him. 

“Then present for me, Omega.” He commanded, taking half a step back. 

“Here?” You stared at him, half bewildered and half excited. 

Exhibitionism was a part of your lives, given all the shifting back and forth into your animal and human form. The mating ceremony sex was one thing, but it’s not so unusual for a shifter’s couple to fuck in the middle of the forest where others could spot them. 

But this was a higher level, to present for your Alpha and have him fill you in the middle of a parking lot, where one third of your pack was working not so far away from. With the way Ari’s truck was parked, you wouldn’t be fully covered either, meaning someone could get a peek. 

“My duties are important to me. All of them,” Ari replied. “I feel obligated to mend my mistakes instantly. So-” he squeezed your jaw and pushed you toward the hood of his car- “present for me, Omega. Now!” 

You bent over the hood, pressing your cheek to the warm metal. With trembling fingers, you reached to unbutton your pants and pushed them down along with your underwear. The cotton of your panties peeled away from your folds with certain resistance, the fabric sticking to your already wet pussy. 

Ari kicked your feet wider apart. Then stepped on the clothes stretched between your legs, pushing them further down with his boot clad foot. 

His hand pressed on the small of your back as he hissed “Tilt your ass up.” 

You obeyed, keening quietly. 

“Good girl,” Ari’s praise was like a soft caress amidst all that rough rush. 

You heard the jangle of a belt buckle, a swish of a zipper being lowered, then that familiar low groan of pleasure when your mate fisted his cock. 

You covered your mouth with your own hand to muffle the cry of pleasure when he finally thrust into you. A full body tremble rocked you as his cock stretched your pussy. It wasn’t only that physical need being satisfied at last, but a deeper connection which you didn’t even suspect you were missing. 

When Ari took you, it was more than conquering your body. It was a reminder that he owned you, as you owned him. 

Never before had you thought that the feeling of being owned, in that most primal way, was actually so damn fulfilling and emotional. 

Your walls fluttered around his cock, your hips eagerly moving back to meet Ari’s thrusts. Sweaty palms slid along the hood, grasping for any sort of purchase. When Ari grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head to the side, your fingers curled and your nails scratched the shiny lacquer. 

You came with a lewd moan as Ari sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck. Your cunt clenched around him, clit pulsing where it pressed against the car while Ari kept fucking into you in harsh jabs. 

He held you still, breaking your delicate skin until blood trickled while he spilled his hot seed inside of you. 

Your breath was still raggedy when Ari pulled out a few moments later. Excess of your cum dribbled out of you, a few drops splashing on your dirtied clothes.��

“Get in the car, Omega.” Ari gently helped you up from your position. “Don’t you dare clean yourself,” he added in a growl. 

Your wolf was more than placated and your human form was more than tired and dizzy from the rough quickie, so you did as asked without a single thought of protest. It was actually quite nice to sink into the soft, warm seat and breath in the interior that was soaked with your Alpha’s scent. 

You watched Ari as he joined the construction crew and exchanged a few words. With a final nod and clasping Hal’s hand, he turned around and returned to you in long strides. Ride back to your house was quiet, but there was no sense of tension in the air anymore. 

Though Ari’s foot on the gas pedal sure was heavy, accelerating your route at an almost dangerous speed.

It was when you were nearing your neighborhood that Ari slowed down. A lot. He put the car into a pace of a slow stroll, holding one hand on the steering wheel. With his other hand he unzipped his jeans. Then unbuckled your seatbelt. 

His hand touched the back of your head.

“Get your mouth on my cock, Omega. Get me ready to knot you.” 

You really valued your reasonable approach, but perhaps there were certain perks to acting like a brat from time to time. 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Monster Match-Up!

Reader is on a date with a human male (maybe Andy? Or whoever you’d like). Alpha!Ari is at the same restaurant on pack business, and smells his mate. Who is on a date with another man. Jealousy ensues. Reader is immediately infatuated because she loves a man who knows what he wants. Alpha!Ari huge, 6’6” maybe. Love me some size kink.

The subtle clink of glasses around you is awkward. The amount of couples on romantic dates while you’re here with your boss, is awkward.

It wasn’t that you thought Andy Barber was unattractive or uncouthly lacking in charm. But the man you considered your boss had been everything you should have wanted in a man and yet…

There was nothing, there were no sparks and you hadn’t imagined your boss as the kind of man you would have wanted to date. Which was almost puzzling for you as how you got here, but now you were sitting in front of your boss in a romantic restaurant with couples all around you.

“I had been thinking-” Andy had reached for your hand across the table, fingers barely touching your knuckles before you pulled your hand away, distracted by the clatter of dishes to the left of the kitchen.

Its instinctual for you to look over your shoulder, your eyes drawn to a man who stood 6’6”, a massive mountain of a man with a thick chest, wide shoulders and a firm chest. He stood near the kitchen with anger written on his face, his hands balled into tight fists with a scowl and piercing gaze that was fixated on Andy.

“We should go-“ Andy started to rise to his feet, still calm with just a flicker of fear in his eyes that had stirred your curiosity.

“Barber.” The name came out as a growl, something that was intensely deep and animalistic. It had rooted Andy to the spot and sent a shiver down your spine as the man, the giant, stalked toward you two.

“Mr. Levinson,” Andy had started to speak, sinking clearly into his lawyer personality, “did you need something?”

The giant beast of a man had stopped near the table, he had stopped near you and bagels sharply. He had filled his lungs with your scent, his eyes becoming brighter and more intense when his gaze had settled on you. The man who was beautiful, breathtaking and bold had settled a hand on the back of your chair and the other on the table in front of you.

“Mate,” Ari’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “my mate.”

“I don’t even know you-“ you started to turn in your seat, stopping when Andy had looked visibly fearful.

“Ari-“ andy had spoken, and was subsequently cut off.

“You’re wasting your time with this human,” Ari crouched by your side and still seemed to tower you, “you’re wasting your time on a date-“

“He’s my boss.” You blurted the words out, rushing to speak before Andy could. “Its not a date, its just dinner-“

“Y/N, we should go.” Andy had tried to speak again, he had started to rise to his feet, stopping again when Ari slammed his hand on the table with enough power to rattle the dishes. “Mr. Levinson we’ll talk later.”

“We’re talking now, Barber.” Ari joined you without provocation, sitting next to you before he rest a possessive hand on your thigh. “You, me and my mate.”

[babyjakes]

i’ve never written a/b/o but…. soft!alpha!ari who has to mate with traumatized and terrified innocent!omega!reader to get her through her heat and save her life… he’s so soft… so sweet… so patient… the whole thing breaks his heart… he’s so overwhelmed by guilt… the way she cowers and hides away from him… begs and pleads and cries….. the way he’s determined to make it as safe as possible for her… the way they fall in love through it… the way he sees her as the purest and most sacred thing in the world… something he wants to defend and protect until the end of time… something worth living and fighting for…. the way she sees him as the first safe man in the world… the only safe man… the man who shows her that kindness and gentleness in an alpha can exist…

🌝 hmm. i’m just thinkin’ 🌝

[thezombieprostitute]

Unwanted - Part 4

Summary: Your life is no longer yours. You've been forced into becoming a different species of human. Bought and paid for, what can you do but follow orders and obey your Alpha?

Warnings: Allusions to surgery, human trafficking, kidnapping; Angst; Depression; Suicidal thoughts. Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is described as big & tall, is female. No other descriptors used.

A/N2: This chapter is a bit longer because it's got a fair amount of exposition. Hope it isn't too boring!

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True to her word, Nat let you stay held as long as you needed. You hadn't realized how touch starved you'd been. You were never much for physical contact before but Dr. Kemp had said that, part of being an Omega was an increased need for it. The yelling between Ari and Steve had either died down or moved elsewhere and you were feeling the need to get up and walk around.

Nat kept hold of your hand as she walked you out of the debriefing area. For someone so much smaller than you, she really had an air of strength that made you feel you could lean on her if you really needed to. Her status as being in charge of the Omegas really made sense.

"We're going to go for a gradual introduction into our community," she tells you when you enter a kitchen area. "You're an unmarked Omega who's hurting and our people are going to be compelled to help you, take care of you. It's a consequence of being a communal species; if you had a personal pack, there'd be less push because you have a trusted circle to take care of you. But since you're unmarked, if you're in trouble, everyone is going to want to help, much like when a child is crying or scared. A gradual introduction will be good so that you don't get overwhelmed and they can remember to restrain themselves. That said, you might still get a lot of unwanted attention. If you tell them 'no' and they still bother you, let me know. You could probably take care of yourself, but your scent indicates you're more the gentle, non-confrontational type."

"That could be the training they put me through," you counter.

She smiles, "your scent is a reflection of yourself, your core personality. It's currently mixed with others that indicate trauma, pain. But the underlying scent stays true."

"What is my scent? No one's ever told me."

"The underlying scent from you is a warm cinnamon, vanilla and brown sugar mixture," she smiles. "You're a real cinnamon roll."

"Huh, no wonder he didn't like it." Nat gives you a confused look. "Ari, when...when he bought me. He said he didn't want me because he didn't like my scent. He really seems the type to prefer spicy over sweet." You say that last part with a half smile, hoping she'll find it funny instead of sad.

She looks angry. "Give me a moment to add this to the list of Ari's bullshit." You nod and she pulls out her phone, typing up a message before putting it away. "He can be such an ass. But, good news, he's not your problem. If you never want to see him again, you won't. I'll make sure of it."

"That's...thank you," is all you can say as you lower your head.

"In the meantime, we've got a small apartment ready for you," she leads you onward. "It's not the nicest, but it's good for transitioning until we can find you a spot in our community. And no," she looks at you pointedly, "that doesn't mean get you a mate. If you find one, that's great. If you don't want one, that's great, too. I genuinely mean a role, a job, or something like that."

You breathe a sigh of relief and nod your understanding. Several hours ago you were resigned to a life as a sex slave, maybe even forced pregnancy. But the more time you spend with Natasha, the more you let yourself be hopeful for something better. No wonder her scent is like a river, providing life giving water while refusing to be stopped.

Stepping outside you look up and freeze. The stars, what few you can see past the lights of the building, are gorgeous. More importantly, they're another reminder of your freedom. And a reminder of all that you lost. You want to break down and cry again, but then Nat gets your attention.

"Hey, hey, look at me," she coos. "There's no way you'll get over this quickly. No one would ever expect you to. But I need you to keep walking with me to your apartment, okay? I don't want you out here too long and getting sick or attracting unwanted attention." You nod and continue walking. "Good news, I made sure your apartment has a skylight so you can keep looking at the stars, the moon, the clouds, even if you don't have the energy to go outside."

"Thank you," you whisper. Right now you can't imagine not wanting to be outside but you find yourself trusting her. Especially her kindness.

She takes you to what looks like a well kept motel. These must be the apartments. Sure enough, some of them have skylights while others don't.

Natasha walks up to one of the doors and hands you a key. "This apartment is meant to be a safe space for you so there's only one key and it will always belong to you."

"What about in case of emergency?"

"We break down the door or crash through a window."

"Fair." You grip the key tightly before turning to the door. You haven't had a space for yourself in so long but you're also worried this is going to be another cell. A much nicer cell, but a cell nonetheless. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you unlock the door and take a few steps inside. It's plain, but not unwelcoming. There's even a small vase with flowers on the table in the living/dining area. It's a decent size for a temporary apartment. It certainly looks nicer than your last one. The one you'll never see again.

As you're turning and looking at things you realize Nat has stayed at the door. "What are you doing?" you ask her.

"You haven't given me permission to enter your space," she says, matter-of-factly.

The hope you've been struggling with grows a little stronger with that.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @peyton-warren;

@ronearoundblindly ; @startcarvingdarling: @dontbescaredtosingalong; @lolitsthings

[holylulusworld]

Alpha!Ari Levinson masterlist

Masterlist for all Alpha!Ari Levinson stories

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut

A/N: All of these will be AUs.

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[urcatslitterbox]

Having extremely dirty thoughts about an alpha watching their omega cum on their teddy bear

[botnasty]

She’s the Alpha -- Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson X Omega!Reader  

Summary: Have you seen the movie “She’s the Man”? This is a story inspire by it.

Warning: FLUFF, Extreme fluff, SMUT, poor conception of soccer, Ari is beefy man, hurt/comfort, happy ending, omegaverse concept.

Prologue

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4