#alpha!Ari Levinson

[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.”

[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.

Part 4 -- Part 6

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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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@lolitsthings @peyton-warren; @ronearoundblindly ; @startcarvingdarling

[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.”

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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.”

[urcatslitterbox]

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

[jesevans]

Well, this was fun & very descriptive 😏

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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.” 

[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!

Part 3 -- Part 5

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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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[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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[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

[imaginedreamwrite]

Higher Love: Part 7

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The chill of the ice settled in your lungs, the sharp breath of air as you inhaled was as welcoming as it was exhilarating. The moment your skates touched the ice you felt as if you were at home, even if it had just been days since you’d seen the ice, you were where you belonged.

The weekend had come and gone, and the promise Ari made and the heat that was pulsating between you during the pivotal moment where you were joined in the basest and most intense way, had left your entire body feeling as if it was buzzing.

The formal paperwork had been signed, Ari said he was going to file it with the school and the two of you would and could, have your relationship recognized with the school board and the dean. There would be protections put in place for yourself and Ari, the two of you would be held to certain standards, and of course, you had to drop his class.

The two of you would have to avoid as many public displays of affection as you could while you were on school grounds and if the relationship had come to an end, there would be extended support for you as an omega.

It was the perfect end to the stay you had at his place, the acknowledgement of your relationship and the start of courting.

It was the perfect mood booster to skate to, and you’d all but embraced the intensity of the feelings as you warmed up on the ice. You’d secured your headphones beneath your black toque and loaded your favourite playlist onto your phone to fuel your practice time. You were supposed to finalize the steps of your routine for the upcoming competition with the skating club, and your coach had put emphasized pressure on you to soften your landings.

You had thought they were fine, your landings, but your coach had given you a different opinion. Just as he had brought up the topic of your newest weigh-in. He hadn’t been subtle with his disappointment, he hadn’t softened any potential blow when he told you that you needed to drop a few pounds or more in his words and had recommended daily workouts on top of any practices you’d been doing.

He had aimed most of his ire at you and another skater on the team, the two of you certainly skilled technically and theatrically on the ice however coach Tucker hadn’t let your skills as skaters overshadow his idea that you needed to work harder to fit his perceived image of a skater. He had been pushing the two of you for weeks to watch how often and how much you had eaten. It was a secret you hadn’t told anyone.

The comments stung deep, and it took all you had not to cry in front of the alpha who seemed to get a kick out of making omegas, like you, degrade themselves mentally. You wondered if he got some kind of sick pleasure from making omegas feel like shit, or having them bend over backwards to please the cocky, and young, coach.

“I can take you to the big fucking leagues, I’m the best damn coach on the east coast. You’d be smart to listen to me.” His voice had cut through your music choice, his egregious comment making you falter and slip onto the ice.

You caught yourself during one of your upright spins, just as you were starting to shift into another position. You had managed to stop yourself from smashing your head or face on the ice, though your ass would be sore from the fall.

“You’re not going to be good enough if you don’t break yourself.” His voice hit again, and you had pushed yourself to stand, skating a few feet in order to set up the jump that was pivotal to your routine.

As you skated toward the centre of the ice, you came to a stop when the squeak of the door cut through the music playing in your headphones. You had turned your head, an involuntary groan falling from your mouth when two of the more robust alphas and hockey players had come to hang out by the boards of the ice.

You lifted your hands and yanked your headphones out of your ears tucking them into the left breast pocket of your light jacket. You closed the zipper and skated toward them, coming to a sharp stop to send flakes of ice and snow toward Lee and Storm.

“Congratulations, Ice Princess.” Johnny had greet you with a sing-songy tone to his voice that matched the lightness in his eyes, and the smirk that tugged at his lips.

He had come to the edge of the boards wearing one of the teams hoodies and a matching hat that was worn backwards and tipped down. His sleek blonde hair was growing longer and had begun to curl around his ears which had drawn your attention to the sight of a hickey peeking out from the collar of his hoodie.

He was unabashedly standing there with Lee, the two players were still that much taller than you despite you wearing skates, and if it wasn’t the blonde who was snickering like he had a secret, then it was the raven-haired brute.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You rest your hands on the smooth edge of the boards, your narrowed eyes flickering between Lucas Lee and Johnny Storm, suspicions arising when Johnny’s smirk morphed into a full-bore grin.

He was looking at you proudly, amused by whatever secret of yours that they had both known. It was written on their faces, both of them not just Johnny, and you were still just as clueless now as you had been when they had first arrived at the rink. It had only been a few moments before, but every passing second was confusing.

“We were worried about the Ice Princess after her first time playing beer pong, thought you might have needed some help curing your hangover but your cute roommate said you never came home this weekend. Did you enjoy your sleepover with coach Levvy?” Johnny grinned and guffawed with Lee, the two of them and their amusement at your situation was teasing at its core, and you were undecided if you wanted to smack them for it or let it pass.

“Nothing happened.” You settled on the defence, neither willing nor wanting to give Storm more to tease you with. “I was hungover-“

“So you didn’t sleep together?” Lee started, elbowing Johnny.

“And you didn’t fill out whatever bullshit you needed to form an official relationship? You’re already dropped from Lev’s class-“

“How the hell do you know?” The tactic to be defensive had failed, and a sharp hiss had replaced every intent to keep a solid front. “Did Ari tell you?”

“Hardly,” Johnny rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath, “he gave Lee and me an extra two hours of training-“

“You deserve it,” you cocked your hip and leaned against the boards, exhaling in minute relief that was almost immediately squandered by the squeak of the door opening for a second time and your coaches’ raised voice.

“Don’t you have assholes have some other puck bunnies to fuck?” He was unabashed, uninhibited when he snarked at Johnny and Lee, approaching them and then looking at them as if they were dirt beneath his feet.

“This is a closed practice and if you’re looking to get some ass-”

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lucas had growled with a crass intensity that would’ve made anyone feel threatened and intimidated, and yet your coach had barely looked amused.

“You two should probably go…” You muttered quietly, neither wanting a fight nor willing to face the aftermath of your coach’s ire.

“Shouldn’t talk to your skaters that way, asshole.” Johnny had been spurned, and while Lee had started to walk away, he had continued to stand by the boards, almost as if he willed your coach to do something.

“I’ve heard words coming from your mouth, Storm. You hockey players are all the same, screw everything with a heartbeat on and off the ice.” Tension had bubbled, it had built to an entirely new level of toxicity making you fearful of repercussions until Johnny had conceded and began walking away.

The door slammed open and shut.

The heavy thrash of the metal tongue settling into the groove hadn’t eased the tension like you’d hoped, rather it had felt like a fire being fed oxygen and wood to the point where it damn near consumed you.

“My time is precious.” Your coach snarked, cocking a dark eyebrow. “Start skating.”

Ari had been in the middle of grading papers that had come across his desk early, the margins on the paper were marked with notes, corrections and comments for each paper that he had graded. He was halfway through the assigned papers when a chime from his computer had drawn his attention to his campus email.

Ari had minimized one tab for the other, accessing the emails to read the result of the mandatory forms he had filed to give recognition to your courtship.

The approval that came through the email and the recognition that you and Ari could begin a courtship had created a surge of serotonin in the alpha. Despite having a past with other omegas and relationships that could have alluded to a good match, Ari had never really wanted or was willing to commit to mating.

There was always something that had come between him and the great plunge, something internal that prevented him from sinking his teeth into an omega and creating a lifelong bond. He had never felt the draw, the sweeping need to have that inescapable hold, and someone has it over him, on another person.

When he was younger her had focused on his hockey career, when he was done with hockey he focused on being a coach and professor. He was too focused on whipping his players into shape, on taking them to the semi-finals and then playoffs.

It might have been excuses, it might have been nothing more than self-fed lies that he was using as a means to avoid committing to someone he wasn’t drawn to on every level of his being as an alpha.

But now he was sure, now he was ready and he had found the perfect omega.

Ari was so irrevocably drawn to you and everything you were, there wasn’t a single part of him or his hindbrain that hadn’t been focused on you.

He wanted you; he wanted everything about you.

And now it was official.

Relief had swept over him, it settled deep into his bones and delivered the assuredness that he craved. He had never felt so drawn to someone before, he had never felt so sure of anything before.

This was the start of so much for him. Ari was determined to be the best alpha he could have been for you. He wanted to be your shoulder to cry on, he wanted to be the kind of alpha you wanted to turn to without any obligations. He wanted to be your greatest supporter and your strongest ally, doing everything he could to keep you safe and make you happy. That was his goal, that was all he wanted.

Ari re-read the email, his eyes hovered over every single word that had come across his screen and then he sat back against his office chair and raised a hand, shielding his bright grin in his palm. He felt like a young pup again, overeager and excited in an almost uncontrollable manner.

He wished he could have held onto that feeling of pure elation, he wished he could’ve heralded that overwhelming state of glee however it had been overshadowed by the sound of knocking on his door and the slow release of an alphas scent on the other side.

Ari had responded with a soft ‘come in’, and had furrowed his brows when Lucas Lee had crossed the threshold, his ocean blue eyes were darker and tainted with growing aggression.

“Lee-“ Ari spoke his name, his lips pursing as the young alpha had come to stand before his desk and slammed his hands upon the edge.

“That fucker, the coach for the figure skating team, he’s a fucking creep.” Lucas didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t spare any consideration for Ari’s role as his coach and a professor when he cursed under his breath and nearly kicked the edge of the desk in.

“If I were you, I’d lose my fucking mind if he said that kind of shit to my omega-“

“Tucker?” Ari had already begun standing, he had already been afflicted by the first few draws of protective instincts without having to hear any more from Lee.

“The douche said the whole team fucked anything with a heartbeat, he accused Storm and I of wanting a piece of Princess’ ass-“

Ari had pushed his office chair back with the force of his anger, the quiet bang of the back hitting the wood had echoed in the office though neither Lucas nor Ari had paid it any mind. Lucas was still gritting his teeth, he was still cursing out the coach who hadn’t just fucked with you, his friend, but also the omega he was quickly becoming obsessed with.

Ari had left without notice. He had left Lucas Lee alone to deal with his anger on his own, barely catching the aggressive curses as his office door was slammed.

Ari had left Lucas to deal with your coach and had been once again grateful for the official confirmation of your relationship.

It gave him the right to defend you like he wanted.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Unwanted - Part 3

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 required.

Part 2 -- Part 4

Unfortunately, upon landing, you found it was another empty promise from Ari. Instead of a meet and greet, like you expected, you were escorted into what looked like an interrogation room, but slightly less scary. Ari sends Johnny to get you some water while he sets up a recorder and notebook.

"We need to get some information from you," he tells you flatly. "You have inside knowledge of Hansen and Kemp's operation that we can use to save others. So please tell me everything that happened. Spare no detail." You give him a pained look and he sighs. "I know you've been through a lot, and not just today. But this information could save a lot of other lives from having to go through what you did. Or at least save them from being tortured to death by the process."

"For someone who smells like fire you can be ice cold," you snap at him.

"I'm trying to save people," he growls.

"By fucking things up for others," you snarl. "I was kidnapped off the street, a bag thrown over my head, by the man you called Hansen. I know because I recognized his voice earlier today. He had a lot of not-so-nice things to say about me and my body. But that's nothing compared to what happened when he gave me to Dr. Kemp. It was operation after operation after operation. My body didn't always have time to heal between them! I was in pain all the time! I was crying for someone, anyone to come help me and I'd just get laughed at by him! I couldn't breathe, couldn't stop hurting, couldn't...I couldn't..." you collapse into a ball on the floor, gently rocking and holding yourself like you did in your cell. Your world turns dark as you pass out.

You wake up wrapped in the arms of a woman with red hair and green eyes. Her scent makes you think of a river, slowly, but successfully, changing the environment around it by always moving. It's oddly comforting, but that could also be the fact that you're being held. In the background you're vaguely aware of a shouting match.

You try to lift your head to get a better sense of things but the woman gently places her palm on your forehead, "it's okay. You've been through a lot. More than you should have. Just get some rest for now."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Nat," she smiles. "I'm the lead Omega, for lack of a better term. I'm responsible for all the Omegas in the community, yourself included. You were supposed to be brought directly to me but apparently Ari didn't want to wait for you to catch your breath before pushing you too far." She looks towards the shouting match and you can hear a small growl in her voice. "Thankfully Johnny let us know what was going on and Steve, my Alpha, and the Pack Alpha, is putting Ari in his place."

"I think I understood what you're saying..."

She smiles at you again, "don't worry. We'll get you properly taken care of and the social aspects can be learned later. Right now, we gotta focus on your well-being. Do you think you can stand up? Walk with me to the kitchen area? If not, we can either keep laying here or I can get someone to carry you there."

You snort, "no one can carry me so easily." She makes a noise and shrugs her shoulders in a way that indicates it might not be so clear cut. "Do I actually have a choice in this?"

"Of course you do," she affirms. "You will always have a say in what happens to you."

Tears start pouring again, "I think I just want to be held for a while longer. If that's okay."

"I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't okay," she assures as she gives you a gentle squeeze.

Part 2 -- Part 4

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

[needlereads]

fucking yessss. get delilah's ass out of their lives.

Ari and his Omega need to get to LUNCH.

Life in the Fast Lane - Part Ten

Has it really been almost a year+ since I updated this? No way...

Warnings: 18+ ONLY.  Language, Alpha/Omega dynamics, angst, violence (assault), mentions of pregnancy, a special surprise.

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Word Count: 2K

CEO! Alpha Ari Levinson x Mechanic! Female Omega Reader

gif by @lilacevans​ | divider by @firefly-graphics​

Summary | The last thing you need is a distraction while trying to run a small auto shop. Ari Levinson is just that and more.

Todd hears the sound of a rumbling motorcycle, stilling his movements for a moment, hear the sound clearer, more distinct before the engine cuts off. It could be anyone, a lone biker needing someone to look at his bike or, as Todd scents, someone who has come back to check on a familiar stomping ground.

His pace quickens to get to the door, meeting none other than Tyler Rake at the entrance. It feels silly to get emotional, seeing the tatted Alpha, one that has been his found family since he can remember, giving him a hug as Tyler grips him tight. He lets the tears flow, knowing that it’s because the sense of his grounding is back. He’d never had an older brother but Tyler came damn close, if not going above and beyond. He’d given him a job, given him a sense of his own agency, especially as an Omega.

When he pulls away, Tyler doesn’t make any mention of the tears, merely squeezing his shoulder as he looks around the shop. He seems proud, nodding with approval at the amount of awards that are placed above on the walls.

“You’ve all turned this place into something else,” Tyler praises, pushing open a door. “Is she here?”

“Uh, no,” Todd answers him quickly, knowing you’re away for a little. He wants to text you, let you know that Tyler is back but he doesn’t know if Ari is there or if you’re doing some important pregnant Omega thing. “She’s out at the moment.”

“She didn’t answer my call so I figured as much. Wanted to surprise you all.”

“It is a surprise,” Todd insists, pushing open the door of the back of the shop.

“Well, look at this shit,” Tyler murmurs, his eyes widening at the amount of tools. “How much through put?”

“On average, twenty cars?”

“You need another shop,” Tyler notes, Todd nodding in agreement. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“We didn’t want to bother you, you know? You were out seeing the world and honestly,” Todd says with a wave of his hand. “We can manage it. We stay late, the work gets done. No unhappy customers.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Tyler turns around, facing Todd. “You hungry? Let’s get some lunch.”

You’re supposed to meet him at his office for lunch, the security guard letting you up with a polite wave, taking the elevator up as you try to text him again to let him know you’re almost there. 

When the elevator doors open, you inhale, immediately knowing that someone else is close.

And it isn’t Ari.

Delilah is slowly putting things in a box, hidden away from Ari’s office. You see her clear as day, muttering to herself when you step out of the elevator, her eyes snapping up at you. Immediately, her gaze goes to your swollen belly in your coveralls, a slight sneer on her glossed lips.

“Do you have an appointment?” Delilah sniffs, reaching for her phone.

“Do you have a job?” you fire back, trying to temper your irritation at seeing her. Ari had told you it was done and now, seeing her as she looks at her phone as if you’re bothering her, only lends to your anger that is rising.

“Why is that any of your business?” Delilah shoots back, glaring at you while you take a step forward.

“I have an appointment, it’s always on the top of his calendar,” you reply, Delilah swallowing hard at your words when she moves away from the desk and toward you.

"Do you know who Ari Levinson truly is? He could have anyone he wants,” Delilah says quietly, looking you up and down with disgust. “You’re not mated. Do you think he’ll ever truly bond you? You’re a fling who just so happens to be having his bastard child. That’s not a win, you -”

Teeth bared, you throw her down onto the carpeted floor, her whimper of surprise falling on deaf ears as you grab the labels of her shirt.

“What did you just call my baby?” you ask, your voice low.

“A bastard,” Delilah hisses. “He’ll leave it and you behind. It’s probably not even his.”

The blow hits her squarely in the jaw and then another, your hands in her hair, her screams not registering despite her mouth opening and you’re pulled off of her by a pair of strong arms, Delilah in hysterics as she wails, laying on her side, covering her face. Pure rage roils inside you, your heart beating rapidly when you scent Ari, his own heart thumping against your back.

“Ari!” Delilah cries, your hard pants mixing with her shouts of pain. “She hit me!”

“Let me go!” you demand, Ari’s hands cradling your belly, trying to settle you down as you lunge for her again.

“No,” Ari says firmly. “Not here.”

His voice is low in your ear, his scent calming you as tears spring to your eyes. You won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry, blinking them away when Delilah stumbles to get up.

“Shit,” Ari mutters, still holding onto you. “What happened?”

“She attacked me! She’s unhinged! She jumped at me out of nowhere!” Delilah sobs.

“Bastard,” you say calmly, noticing blood on your knuckles. “She called our baby a bastard.”

Ari’s hold on you tightens as he glares at Delilah, her mouth opening and closing, struggling with what she wants to say.

“A bastard,” he repeats, Delilah wiping blood away from her mouth.

He lets you go gently, crouching down to see Delilah’s face. You managed to get in a good hit, mascara melded with her tears as she holds her jaw.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” he asks calmly, looking at the boxes. “As I recall, your access was revoked when I fired you. How did you get in?”

“Wilson let me in,” she sniffles. “I wanted to pack, to say goodbye.”

“You trespassed,” Ari says, standing up as he looks down at her. “Which, if I’m remembering correctly, is a crime.”

“She assaulted me!”

Ari nods in agreement, following with your own nod of approval.

“I can call the police if you like,” he offers, Delilah glancing between you both. “But I think we both know what the penalty is for threatening an unborn baby.”

“I didn’t threaten it!”

“That,” he says through clenched teeth. “Is my child you’re talking about.”

A flash of remembrance of what she said prior propels you take a step further, Delilah cowering as Ari puts his hand up to stop you.

“Delilah, you have less than five minutes to get out of my sight,” he orders, his tone short, nearly an Alpha command before he looks at you.

Delilah scrambles to get her purse, wiping her mouth again before running full speed out the door. Ari breathes heavily at the spots of blood on the carpet, trying to maintain his composure when you hear the elevator doors close.

“If she calls the cops,” you begin, a smirk playing on your lips. “It will have been worth it.”

“You aren’t going to jail,” Ari says, pulling you close, holding you tight as he lets out a shuddered breath. “You fucking scared me. I heard the scream and I -”

“You think she hit me?” you ask incredulously, looking up at him in disbelief. “There’s no way she would even get close.”

“Are you and the baby okay?” he asks, his hands running down the sides of your belly. “You can’t just go off and knock the ever-loving daylights out of people.”

“She deserved it,” you mutter, feeling your temper spike. “She called our baby a bastard. A bastard, Ari! Like I’d let her get away with that.”

He kisses your forehead, the fight immediately dissipating as you frown.

“You could have been hurt,” he reminds you, shaking his head when you roll your eyes. “I mean it. She could have fought dirty.”

“She would have had to know how to fight to fight dirty.”

Ari says your name as a warning, his hand raking his hair back.

“Do you think she’ll call the cops?” you ask, wondering how orange would look on you.

“She’s not calling the cops. Not with all the things I know she’s done.”

“Like what?”

“One crazy day at a time,” he reminds you, turning you back toward his office. “I’m starving.”

You smile, knowing exactly where you’re going.

“Food is that way,” you remind him, pointing toward the elevator.

“I know what I want,” Ari says, closing the door behind you both before he kisses you. “And I want it now.”

“Vision Automotive,” you answer, cleaning a tool as your hold the phone to your ear. You’re in a good mood, Todd giving you a strange look when he first saw your bandaged hand.

“Don’t we have a receptionist?” Tyler teases.

The tool clatters to the floor before you clear your throat.

“They get days off too, you know,” you reply. “Am I not doing a good job, Rake? Getting worried that you haven’t heard anything?”

“Just the opposite. I’m actually in town for a little bit. Maybe longer depending on what I have going on. Wanted to see all the great work you’ve been doing. Todd says it’s been packed with cars non-stop.”

“I wouldn’t say non-stop,” you counter, looking at the three waiting cars to be worked on. “We do close at seven.”

“Always a smartass,” Tyler muses. “Would my best mechanic want to join me for a bar hop since I’m back in town?”

“Bar hop?” you repeat, looking at the jumpsuit that is snug around your waist. “Too busy for that.”

“At least let me take you and Todd out for a nice dinner. Consider it a thank you for everything you’ve both been doing.”

“Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow.”

Todd’s back is to you and you already know that he’s aware that Tyler is back in town, tossing a rag at the middle of his back.

“When were you going to tell me he was back?” you ask Todd.

“When you realized you missed two of his phone calls,” Todd replies, your hand diving into your pocket to look at your missed calls. You smile sheepishly, putting your phone back into your pocket.

“Way to warn a girl that her boss was already here.”

Tyler finishes off a beer, flicking the bottle into the bin as it falls perfectly inside. Looking over at his ’67 Chevelle, he pops the hood to look at the shiny engine that he’s just replaced, tightening a bolt before he steps back.

He knows you’ll roll your eyes at the sight of it. It’s been his pride and joy since he bought it two years ago, finally finishing up the repairs and final touches. He’s impressed with how you’ve handled the shop, though truthfully he’s always known that you were going to do a great job, even as he’d traveled the world, randomly getting updates from Todd on how busy the shop was getting, checking on you to make sure you weren’t getting too burned out.

As it turned out, Todd’s check-ins had been vague after a while, sharing that you had been out of the office for a weekend, then a few extra days. Unlike you to take so much time off but it had been well deserved.

Tyler looks at the picture he took of you at the shop before he left, the wallpaper on his phone as you’re juggling a wrench and screwdriver in the air, a bright smile on your face with a smudge of motor oil on your cheek. It’s something that cheers him up when he needs a break, placing his phone back down as he stretches, a thought running across his mind.

Dialing Todd’s number, he picks up after the first ring.

“Hey boss,” Todd answers brightly. “Everything okay?”

“Shop closes at seven, right?”

“Sure does. Are you coming for another visit?”

“Yeah,” Tyler says with a slight pause. “But don’t tell her. Let it be a surprise.”

“Sure, you know she loves those,” Todd replies dryly. “But will do.”

“Good.”

He can’t put his finger on it but he’s sure you’re hiding something.

And he can't wait to find out.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I have job ideas already for Steve/Reader in the new omegaverse

Reader I headcanon works in HR or some assistant job at the same company Steve works for. While she’s HR or something like it, Steve works as a graphic designer/artist who creates logos/promos for the company

They arrive at the same time (because they travel together) and end the day leaving together.

Reader’s boss in particular is a giant deuche bag and she often complains about him to the alphas in the bakery but never expects anything to happen. Its only after Steve tries to confront her boss for being a giant asshole that the alphas feel like they have to step in

Bucky & Hal is the first to warn the boss and alpha not to fuck with their omegas, a threat that should be listened to although her boss is a stubborn dick and continues to push the omegas

Their boss doesn’t listen or take what the alphas are threatening seriously until Ari & Curtis show up during her lunch break and put an end to it

I also headcannon that her boss is fired and the replacement is so much better