#ari levinson × clay appuzzo

[georgiapeach30513]

Ari long hair is definitely L'Oréal Boston

🤣 but but!! Imagine, Ari is 1970s Steve…and and this Bucky 😏

OR

Look at that hair!

Man!! We were robbed!!

[nade2308]

GIFS AND EDITS MASTERLIST POST 6

Previous masterlists: one || two || three || four || five

Mission Impossible

Ethan shooting Luther in Fallout: part 1 || part 2

Luther holding Ethan back + Benji winning the bet: part 1 || part 2 || part 3

Ethan and Luther gif in the boat

Boys and trust

Scared Ethan

Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick

July 29th anniversary gifset

Dogfight football beach scene: part 1 || part 2 || part 3

Rock of Ages

"Pour some sugar on me" by Def Leppard gifset: part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

Jack Reacher 2012

Jack gifset

Jack Reacher: Never Go Back

Jack and Susan at the motel: part 1 || part 2

Jack holding Sam

Reacher on Prime

Dancing little imp: part 1 || part 2

Shirtless Jack: part 1 || part 2

Jack and the medal

Reacher season 2 trailer gifs

Hit the road Jack video edit

OG Magnum PI

Scars of the past cover edit

Your softness is your strength cover edit

Squad goals

Exasperated Thomas

Detached

Delirium

Forever in time

Sleepy time Tom

Thomas and Rick edit (1x01)

Every sunrise

Thomas/TC edit

Port side

Troubled birds OG MPI characters edit

Troubled birds OG MPI edit

Did you see the sunrise video

Morning swim + comfort cover edit

Heads and aches

Limbo

The boys

Thomas and Jack AU edit

Thomas 6x09 edits

A boy

Klutzy Thomas

Persist and prevail cover edit

Smiley boy

Thomas and TC edit (John Denver - Looking for space)

Criminal Minds

Hotch gifs (1x08)

MacGyver 2016

Fluke AU edit (MacGyver 2016 and CSI)

Imp Mac gif

WK 3x08 edit 1

WK 3x08 edit 2

Mac and Jack edit (first version of the show)

Drugged and disoriented Mac video 2x04

Video 1x03 - Mac and Jack at the cemetery

Jack angsty edit

For your eyes only (AU) edits

Winged Mac fic edit

"Sorry" by Daughtry, Mac and Jack edit

Monte Walsh 2003

Anniversary gifset

Smallville

AC being hit with a dart

Born on the Fourth of July

Ron being carried by his father

Reacher on Prime

Boy getting undressed: part 1 || part 2

Reacher in every episode of season 1

Hawaii Five 0 (2010)

Steve and Freddie gifs - 3x20: part 1 || part 2

Fast X

Boy in Rio

TMNT 2003

The turtles and their weapons

Leo and flashback

Missing scene to 2x16 fic cover

Parallels

Thomas and Greg parallels (OG MPI and Black Sheep Squadron)

Jesse Stone and Thomas Magnum parallels (OG MPI and Jesse Stone: Thin Ice)

Jesse Stone and Thomas Magnum parallels, "Bedside vigils" (OG Magnum PI and Jesse Stone: Sea Change)

Shower parallels (Smalville and Reacher on Prime)

Parallels Bill Cage and Nick Morton

Cuffs parallels

Mission Impossible and MacGyver 2016 parallels: part 1 || part 2

Miscellaneous

Hugs (H50, MacGyver 2016, The Old Guard)

Fanfic writers appreciation day edit

Ari Levinson and Clay Appuzzo edits: edit 1 || edit 2

Mirror gifset + bonus gif

Ella Thomas birthday edit

Donnie Wahlberg birthday edit

[matchamorphosis]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊: 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

━━━━━➛ “𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.”

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

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — ari levinson × clay appuzzo + ari levinson × (f)reader + clay appuzzo × (f)reader

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — +18 nsft || reader is 21 and ari & clay are 42. reader is a part-time stripper and café waitress, ari is a erotic novelist and clay is a nude photographer. papa//daddy kink. alcohol mention. marijuana mention. falling in love with strangers. drunk but consensual kissing: consent is key folks. minors dni.

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 — part one < part two. masterlist. taglist. library acc.

The waxen crescent spreads across the palette of indigo sky, similar to the flourishing shores washing over the blond sands stretched outside the copplestone boulevards.

It’s pearly flair strikes through the open windows of your apartment, glossing the blooming redness of your dresses silk that flows with the movement of your limbs. The color drowns Clay Appuzzo in its delicate purity, it makes his clean-shaven cheeks rise to embody the same pigment.

Why? because, his heart is fleeting through the crashing waves, and they pull him back into the reality. This is not a dream.

The warm hand of his lover holds his thigh, rubbing his loins till his bottom lips finds a haven in between his teeth. A smile you gift him like a love song, a smile Clay believes no beloved saint can receive and no desperate sinner can offer.

“You don’t have to do that strawberry, let me.” large, calloused hands take the bottle of spirit from your hands and pour the liquid into three glasses.

Ari’s touch helps the anxious state you try to conceal ease, another type of smile forms on your lips when Clay takes your hand in his. Feather light caresses of your fingers against the ruby of his ring, the skin on his knuckles and it makes the dark sea in Clay’s heart roar with moonlight.

“I think you both should know that I really shouldn’t be drinking. I have work waiting for me in the morning.” you confess, raising the rim to your glass back to your lips and taking another sip.

“And so do we sweetheart but it seems only one of us know each other’s professions. Care to tell us what you do for a living?” the question swims in your ears, your fingers play with the rim of your glass as your heart plummets.

Once upon a time you were happy having that job at the cafe down the coast, you got to taste the salty breeze on your tongue and the sunshine on your skin. The elements only intensified when you fell for no good men that carved their initials into your heart, and threw it away like the same receipt they’d ask you to write your number down on.

“Well, if you call waiting tables and pouring coffee a profession then I’m at the top of my job.” you answer, your finger still circling the rim of the glass till it sings.

Now you hated the scratchiness of your uniform dress that you once didn’t mind. You hated the white aprons you’d unluckily spill trays of coffee on over the slip of a step. You hated the late afternoons when you’d come home with mascara running down your cheeks from serving couples all day, knowing you’ll never find that kind of love that won’t end in heartbreak.

“That must be a good thing though, you must get some sort of discount for serving pretentious people all day. Don’t you?” Clay smiles, and you can’t help but laugh despite the fact that you don’t get any benefits, but he was right about the amount of entitlement the customer seems to have.

“You mind if I take a look through your shelves?” Ari joins the conversation, his eyes that before admired how beautiful you looked with the cityscape and starry twilight behind you pouring out of the open window.

Now his eyes searched through your apartment and admire how tall the bookshelves bearing rows of books were. Compared to how tiny your living room is and how tiny you are, Ari looks to you for permission.

“Ari likes t'read a person's character based on the books they own.” Clay assured, "'nd he thinks he can list down everything about you just 'cause he read some Sherlock Holmes." Clay snorts and you can't help your smile from growing.

"No Ari I- I don't mind." your voice is a little rough at the edges but only out of the possibility that Ari will find your hidden collection of-

Before you can finish that anxious fear, Ari gets up but not before taking your hand in his. "I need you to be my guide, strawberry. Do you have any favorites?" the warmth in his large grasp sends a masquerade of sparks throughout your body.

Although after you rise from your seat at the tiny kitchen table, Clay holds your waist and takes you into his lap, "I don't know Ari, I really enjoy our strawberry's company. Why don't you look through her library and she can stay here with me."

Clay sends Ari a wink and the man with the brown honey hair smirks, you don’t know if it’s at Clays comment or the flustered state you're spiraling into. Maybe it’s both, either way you don’t mind Ari’s sharp aquas that shines with mischief in the porcelain moonlight.

Each step his tall figure walks away from the homely kitchen to look at your books is a thud in you chest. Clay’s hands longer, they give soft ghostly touches on the bounty of your waist, his calm breath washes over the bare skin of your neck. The cool sensation is similar to the foaming waters of the beaches, and you allow him to take your body and senses into his gentle tide.

“Are you feeling alright, strawberry?” Clays olive green eyes resemble the sangria bottles you used to paint in the summer time with a blunt between your lips, bringing a comfort and shudder to your longing heart.

“Yes, I’m alright. Just feeling dizzy, the really good kind of dizzy.” you whisper, washing down another sip of the spirit as his hand holds your face.

The deep red tinted on your lips paints the glasses rim and you suck in a breath when Clays warm gentle touch holds yours. A thumb brushes the skin of your back hand, he takes your glass half empty with spirit and brings it to his lips.

The action, of his lips directly where you put yours is not a physical turn on but it still pulls you deeper and deeper into his now stirring waters. The reflection of his white teeth shine in the light and you hear the rustling of Ari humming which makes you shift in Clays lap.

“That’s good ‘cause I’m feeling dizzy to, like I’m dreaming. Do you wanna wake up from this dream y/n?” Clay’s words pierce an arrow through your heart, and it stings with addictive pleasure when his lips press against yours.

“No, no I don’t wanna wake up. I wanna dream with you, forever.” you sigh against his mouth, your hands twine with his charcoal traces that frame his face.

Kissing him like he’s the holiest thing you’ve ever seen, hard and soft then slow and hard again. You pull away to take in a breath but only to press your lips over his face, behind his ear where you discover a tattoo in the shape of a shaded lip.

The sounds of your wet kisses makes Ari turn his head over his shoulder and drink in the way your fingers have twined with Clays hand while his hands cup your face. The novelist looks over to his partner, who drinks from your glass of spirit with your lipstick stain still painted on the lid.

The flow and rotation of his hands massage the tempting curve of your back till the rest and squeeze your ass. Little pretty moans escape your strawberry red mouth, you kiss every exposed area of skin on his neck and face leaving the masterpieces of your lipstick stains in your wake.

The scene is just as good as what he has just discovered, the little private showcase of all your scandalous erotica just for your eyes to see and enjoy. Ari’s fingers trace each hardcover, colors shading from deep grapefruit to citrus lime peel.

What makes Ari’s heart thump, his abdomen muscles tighten, and his loins burn is when he sees his name on each book— you have every novel he’s ever written, right here on this single bookshelf.

Ari knows you might have everyone who's been in this living room fooled with your bookshelves of sweet romances and poetry collections, except for him. His work isn't the most chaste, and you have each copy of his writing in wrinkly condition, as if you've read his story over and over again that the spines have stretched the times you've opened to each specific sex scene.

The novelist takes one of his books from the collection, Girls Don't Cry, and opens it to the back cover. His eyes read the little private note Ari has signed along with his signature, alluding that this is the first edition. Bown brows are raised in surprise, his thumb traces the lipstick kiss following it below his name.

Ari takes each book out, each novel he's written, and he is met with the same shock that sends heat to his cock. All his books that you've collected are autographed and each chapter that you love is bookmarked with a lipstick kiss. Rosy fingertips trace the details of the blooming red mark within the open book in his hands.

“I know you probably think I’m just a silly girl with no shame or no dignity, but I want to tell you that I really… I really am a big fan of your work.” your voice picks up and Ari's shoulder straighten, he turns his head to face you.

Strawberry lipstick fading away from the kisses you've given his boyfriend, the evidence of it taunted on Clay's lips and face. Strings of vulnerability threads tightly around your vocal cords, like violin strings pitching in their heighten climax.

“I don’t think you’re a silly girl y/n, loving to read and collect romance and erotica is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m flattered you have so much of my work and you grace it with kisses.”

Ari himself can't recognize the sudden lowness of his voice, your eyes gloss with affirmation that the novelist and photographer believe you hardly get enough of. It brings the corners of the novelist's liquor-soaked lips up in an amused smirk.

Returning the book back where you categorized it, your eyes softly look at the exposed skin of his waist and you notice the lines of a lip tattoo on his hipbone. Ari’s contact locks with your body spiraling in pleasure as you shift in Clays lap in embarrassment. Although, still allowing the green-eyed sinner to press open-mouthed kisses and teeth marks to your bare shoulders.

Clay's low moans and wet sucks are the cause of your little whimpers fill the room, Ari steps back into your small kitchen and into his seat across from Clay.

“You know, Ari, I loved your Lust for Life series..." shy eyes become more confident as the moonlight fills the room and you finally meet Ari's eager glance.

"I had a feeling you did, your little notes in the margins made my heart soar strawberry. How did you feel about the ending?" Ari whispers, his sudden craving for feedback makes Clay smirk knowing that Ari secretly loves being praised.

"I was so upset when the series ended because I was so fond of Roslyn, especially how you wrote her character. She was so dimensional, you rarely see that quality for a woman in erotica.” the confession makes Ari smirk, pride radiating off him in streams that reflect off the honeycomb lamp in the small dining room.

“Although—” that second thought made Ari’s heart pound, and he doesn’t understand why. The silk-like aura of your voice was something magnetic to his senses, something that made his instincts delirious.

“I resonated and found more comfort with Parish’s character in Girls Don’t Cry. It’s been my favorite of yours and it’s been so for a while. If you don’t mind me saying, I know it isn’t exactly one of your most popular novels.”

Girls Don't Cry was the very first book Ari published and it wasn’t a financial success nor a culture break involved in the social circles of society when the topic is sexuality was introduced. Despite Ari putting everything he had in that book it was a lesson he had to learn the hard way when it came to writing. An admonition he reminded himself that he solely wrote because he loved to write and not for any form of fame or gain.

What still surprises Ari though is the fact that you have a first edition. Most of those copies of Girls Don't Cry are either tucked away in the far off shelves on Dime stores collecting dust or hidden under the beds of married woman’s bedrooms and only taken out when their husbands are away at work.

“I hope I didn’t shock you or anything by that.” you break his haze, a light gasp breathing out of you when Clay’s hands play with the sweetheart neckline of your dress, teasing your spilling tits.

The smile you display is like a string of Tiffany pearls, enchanting Clay with every finger you twine within his hair and allowing him to press his open mouth kisses onto your neck. Batting your lashes when he bites down on a certain area of skin, your hooded eyes engrossed with a heavy lewdness, they capture all of Ari’s attention.

So hypnotic you’re pulling at his stiff heartstrings with ease, Making Ari wonder if you knew how helpless you made people— how helpless you made him.

“I’m sorry if I offend you Ari. I hope we can still talk more about your books.” your voice breaks through his head crowding and plastered in strawberry lipstick and the aura of sex and breath you radiate.

“Oh no, no! You didn’t offend me at all. I don’t- I don’t mind it at all, sweetheart. No one mentions my earlier novels, it’s just— it’s really refreshing. I don’t mind it at all, you know uh— as an author praise really gets the gears up here working.” Ari stutters as he gestures to his head, and immediately Clay chuckles lowly.

“Yeah, nothing like a praise or two to butter him up and get him to work.” Clay draws nonchalantly, unaware that you are here and to Ari’s worry he hopes you didn’t catch the intention of the remark or understand it.

But Clays words and actions still paint a deep rose underneath Ari’s cheeks, blushing fiercely as he tries to cool his fluttering nerves with another shot of spirit.

“And speaking of you getting to work… I really enjoyed your recent book, Cherry Chapstick. It almost tops Girls Don’t Cry… There’s something special about it.” you bite your bottom lip when Clay slips one hand underneath the low neckline.

“Oh really? There is now.” Clay rasps, his raven brows raised as he pope his lips off your neck before glancing lewdly in Ari’s direction.

It’s taking the will of a miracle to not make him melt under both your lust drunk stares, the tranquil curve of your bountiful hips and the majestic arcs of your breasts make a never ending maze in Ari’s labyrinth mind.

“Why don’t you enlighten us, strawberry. I’d love to hear your thoughts, I know you’re smart to know what the book is really about. Unlike those horny housewives and amateur college students at his meet and greet tables.” you shiver as Clay rasps in your ear, giving the shell of your ear a lick then a little bite.

Oh Clay once thought earlier in the night about twirling you under the canvas of twilight sky behind you. Thought about capturing the striking serene of your smile, the mysterious twinkle in your eye begging to be polished into stars. Now he’s thinking about fucking you, letting you envelope him in the divinity that is falling for someone you just met.

Ari eyes outline Clays, brows cross at what game his boyfriend is playing at. “No you don’t, you don’t have to answer that question—”

“And why the fuck not? I mean, our strawberry is such a huge fan of your work. Let her answer, I know you want to hear her answer...” Clay eggs on and Ari knows these sudden gashes are all due to the pressure of keeping their relationship hidden from the media.

Ari knows that Clay’s soul aches at the fact that his love for Ari is being kept a secret and Ari knows that his lovers heart is breaking when Ari still keeps his love for Clay a secret.

“Go on dolly, answer the question.” Clay whispers, ignoring Ari’s hesitance and caution because Clay knows that you’re going to understand.

Not just the book, Cherry Chapstick, but them— he and Ari.

Sitting up against Clay’s lean chest, you fiddle with your fingers, “Well, from reading the story— it’s very clear that this is a story very close to you. Anyone who’s read your work knows that this isn’t like your other novels, it’s more personal.” a little sigh of pleasure slips from you when Clay holds and massages your tits.

“And, I think it’s very important to note the fact that you do not use specific pronouns to specify “the Angel with cherry chapstick”. You just use masculine orientated descriptions to detail Adam's love interest yet alluding to feminine qualities when Adam and his Angel have sex—” you stutter out a deep moan and a series of whines when one of Clay’s hands stop giving attention to one nipple and slip in between your thighs.

Poor little you tears up when Clay’s single hand slips under your lace panties, the other still groping your tits. Ari feels his pants getting tighter from the sight of the prominent wet spot, the way your tits fit so well in Clay’s hand and the strong scent of your wetness glistening your spread thighs.

“Al-Although, you said that the story and perspective is up for whatever interpretation the reader has. Besides the plot lining the struggle of finding love and being happy with who you are sexually. I think it’s for a specific purpose— Papa, please! It burns, please make it better.” you whine as Clay slowly rubs light circles onto your soaked pussy.

Clay kisses the skin behind your ear, nuzzling his nose into your hair whilst you brace your scrunch hands onto the corduroy material of his olive button up. “Shh strawberry, Papa promises he’ll make i’all better, just finish answerin’ your question for Daddy.”

Ari nearly comes in his pants from those words, wondering when this little conversation of you calling Clay Papa and he Daddy started but he can’t help but not care as he strokes his cock through his jeans.

You sniff and nod your head, receiving a kiss on your hairline from Clay as you continue: “In the Acknowledgements you wrote that the story is for a very special love in your life… And I think I know who you wrote it for and what it’s about.”

oh how bright and attentive to detail you are.

Ari’s heart thumps and pumps, in disbelief how you’re so close to stitching all the pieces together. The discipline you’re holding within your clutch to keep spilling fact after fact through those heaven crafted lips even though Clay distractingly rubs your cunt in sensually slow circles.

His lover humming into your disheveled hair, a prominent smirk plastered on his mouth as he gives Ari a wink in approval to keep going. Subtly bitting down on his own lip, Ari raises a brow at you before getting up from his chair and pushing it back in. Shaking the table and tilting he glass of spirit but the three of you don’t care.

“Oh really? Then answer my question, strawberry,” Ari drawls as his finger and thumb clasp around your chin, angling those pretty starlight eyes to meet his unchaste blues.

“Who did I write Cherry Chapstick for?”

That mischievous pout that pulled his heart and continues to make his cock throb turns into a form of parted pursed lips. Something dirty and slutty that would tease the cover of Playboy magazines Clay would shoot and frame in his executive office.

“What if I get the answer wrong?” your voice hushed, licking your lips at the sight of his bulge begging to be released from the tight confines of his navy blue jeans.

“Then me and my friend here have to go.” Ari could see Clay detesting, a scoff rings out and the seething glare hits him hard it might as well shatter his ribcage.

Ari can’t help but smooth his thumb over them, although he reserves himself from crashing his mouth against yours despite how inviting it looks. A constellations of emotions spark in your eyes that confuse Ari, twinkles of concentration and apprehension imbedded as you look away from the tall broad man and into the spirit reflection of your crystal chalice.

“And if I get it right?” you reflect, secretly liking the sudden bottom lip caresses Ari lavishes upon you.

“Then I suppose we could stay for a while. Do whatever you want to do.” Ari answers and his body set on fire when your lips part to suck on his thumb, both in thought and taking the risk of seeing if he likes it.

The mood ring wrapped around the same finger radiates in a satin pink glow, it makes Ari’s face transfer to a strawberry tint that make Clay chuckle. The three of you know that Ari’s yearning to feel you suck on something else of his but before you release his thumb from the pleasurable torture of your mouth, you get off of Clays lap.

The drag of your strapless, low pump heels is the only sound in the small apartment that usually battle with the spinning Ella Fitzgerald record. The eyes of the two gentlemen rest on the bareness of your back that the crimson body fitting dress doesn’t cover, their eyes and minds shamelessly undress you with every sway your hips pull and flow.

“I think… that you wrote Cherry Chapstick for the man you fell deep in love with. The same man you’ve been working with since you published your first book.” your voice seems to echo in the apartment, your words making Ari’s atoms vibrate as Clay grins.

“I think… that you wrote Cherry Chapstick for Clay Appuzzo, because once you both passed the line of business associates you both were friends desperate for each other’s attention and love. But that wouldn’t make you friends anymore…”

Ari looks over to his Angel in chapstick, in his mind that’s been collapsed and rebuilt a hundred times, he sees Clay with dove wings. So big and wide, pearly white just like the crescent that pools the three of you in and out of focus.

“Because friends don’t look at each other the same way you both do, and friends don’t have tattoos of each other’s lips on their bodies. Aren’t I right? Don’t you see the answer?” you implore, fear takes a hold of you but you still manage to gather the courage to spin your body around.

Hues of ocean blues and bottle greens capture your frame, splotches of comprehension and reverence bleed onto the palette, desirous strokes of lust brush the canvas— but the painting is blank when the silence between you three pursues.

No presence of fear or uncertainty takes up the room between you and the two gentlemen at the table as you walk closer and closer. Ari seems to have seated himself besides Clay and you can see the bulge in both their trousers when you situate yourself on the faux antique lounge couch.

“Is that your answer, strawberry? You seem so sure, aren’t you getting to in your head saying these things?” Ari speaks, wanting to walk to your figure and kiss you, both for understanding the love language in his work and understanding him and Clay.

“Kiss him, if you don’t you're not just going to break my heart but his too.”

That statement is as true as rain and Ari wants it to wash away the lipstick stain cigarettes that crowd his ashtray for a heart.

The same persistence from fear that striked him down hard that moment when he was rushing to dance with you across the dance floor returns to Ari once more.

This time he knows that you aren’t just a simple woman of the night, but faith really has but you three together for a reason. The stars shine and the moon glosses impossibly bright, the music of changing times is heard in the symphony of Clay’s stitched heart mended from all heartbreaks.

kiss him, kiss him, kiss him— your words fill their heads and it’s a hopeless kind of infatuation that spills into their bloodstreams and makes their heart beat jump out of rhythm.

Clay holds the back of Ari’s head the same way he holds a cup of sunshine, his fingers twining within each honey brown lock. The glance you have on them can be felt but not feared, Ari leans in and presses Clay’s lips with his own.

Tasting the cherry chapstick on his boyfriend's lips, indulging in the hunger that drives Ari to kiss him for hours and hours and denying himself a single moment to breathe. The sensation of exhilaration is something Clays drunk on, and he knows you love seeing it.

Witnessing the sweet tenderness of the kiss turn into something more delirious, Clays hands at the buttons of Ari’s pollo and Ari’s tongue slowly slips into Clays mouth. Accents of wet smacks from hungry lips pave a path of warmth down your body, a heavy slowness enveloping your senses as if you're drowning in ruby red honey.

Hands flow down your side, your hand resting in between your thighs but not tearing your eyes away. Lewd wetness soaks your clit as you watch Clay sucking hard on Ari’s tongue, heavy moans yearning for more fill your ears as your eyes catch sight of hands slipping under shirts and fingers unbundling belt buckles and zippers.

But it all stops suddenly, because just when you rub at your cunt their walking slowly to you. Their eyes taunted with unchaste thoughts, yours reflect the same desire and it makes Ari hold your chin gently. Giving your bottom lip slow caresses, he looks over to Clay who strokes your cheek with his knuckles.

“Well well well, our strawberry figured out our little secret after all. What do you suppose we do, sweetheart?” Clay whispers, a glint of mischief in his greens that make you feel like you’re finally not dancing alone in the ballroom of your mind.

Ari smiles, something soft but so filthy just as the suck you give to his thumb, your fingertips playing with the mood-ring tinted pink that’s wrapped around the digit.

“What ever our strawberry wants, she’s knows a whole lot about us to figure out what we want with her.” Ari’s low voice thrums like a soft thunder and your waiting for the blissful rain to pour on you.

“What do you think strawberry? Do you want to wake up from this dream?” Clay whispers, his face plastered with your lipstick kisses so close.

An urge to reapply another coat to press more all over each inch of skin you wish to paint with your lips. Releasing Ari’s thumb from your mouth, you still play with the mood-ring on his thumb.

“I want to keep dreaming. I want this dream with you both. Promise to not wake me up, will you?” the knuckles that stroked your cheek hold it tenderly and the thumb that you sucked on caresses your lips again.

“We promise you strawberry.”

━━━➛ thank you for reading! i’d appreciate it if you’d reblog// leave a comment on your thoughts. see you soon for part three! ♡

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — @lavendercitizen . @babyyhoneyydarling . @versacebutera . @honeychicana .♡

[book-dragon-13]

Moodboards I’ve made recently

Roommate Hal

Cinderella & Prince Charles

1920s Nick

1920s Hal

Figure skater TJ Hammond

Lumberjack Hal

Lumberjack Ari

Clay and his mermaid

Knight Nick

[airixaram]

But like, yes.

[emerald-chaos]

Okay but….

70’s pornstar AU anyone????

[beefybuckrrito]

If I were in the same room as these two I would simply go completely feral ✨pass away✨

[daybreak96]

This Steve:

With this Bucky:

Gifs not mine!

Credit to @steverogersnotebook @sheisraging and others

[navybrat817]

Slutty as hell for men to have long hair, like aww babygirl you want it pulled that bad? 🥺

[matchamorphosis]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊: 𝒑𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

━━━━━➛ “𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.”

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — a night that was once memorial to dirty dancing is now memorable as you dance with two lovesick strangers.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 — smut & angst ↬ part one.

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — ari levinson × clay appuzzo + ari levinson × fem!reader + clay appuzzo × fem!reader

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — 18+ nsfw || reader is 21 and ari & clay are 42. reader is a part-time stripper + cafe waitress, ari is an erotic novelist and clay is a nude photographer. falling in love with strangers. sexual remarks and teasing. alcohol mention. minors dni.

𝑤.𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — hello so this pairing of mine have been on my mind for so long and I just had to write it. hope you cherubs heed the warnings and enjoy reading! 🍒 part two is coming this Sunday!

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 — part one > part two. masterlist. library acc. taglist.

Beautiful. Dangerous. Addicting.

Ari Levinson’s lustful thoughts thunder as his candy red tongue licks your glossy folds torturously slow, ravishing in the artful way your back rises in a poetic arc as an airy whine falls from your mouth.

Bewitching. Wicked. Perfect.

Clay Appuzzo’s head carnally rasps, his rosy-pink lips bruised from crashing them against his brunette lover that takes each deep thrust he gives him while his olive eyes lock with yours that watch with precise attention.

Give me more. It burns like fire. Give me more.

The pleads swim and drown, they resurface in your ears as you witness the man who seems more powerful than a God lay before you. Eating you out till your tart nectar soaks his full beard through and makes his lips shiny with dew.

A slurp and a suck brings colorful hues to your vision, a lick and roll of his talented tongue clears them out yet manifests them back. Bringing you in and out of consciousness to behold the sight of a man with midnight black hair, lovestruck stars pouring in beads of sweat.

Rolling down the cords of muscle on his back and the slope of his temple as his hips collide with the man who french-kisses your cunt, fucking his ass at the same tempo rhythm.

It makes you restlessly grind your hips into Ari’s mouth at the sight, high on your cotton cloud of fluffy euphoria. Glassy eyes captivating the Eyes of the Heavens but feeling the heat of Hells Gates.

So torn between the two hemispheres, is bonding your heart and soul; like all the forgotten love letters you’ve pieced together, like the transforming moon going through its metamorphic stages.

Two strangers of the night, claiming your mind, body and soul— but how did it come to be?

The place was Lovers Lane, a roaring New Jersey club near the sparkling turquoise shores and blonde beaches. A place most memorable for good drinks, the Hampton-like waves and hopeless strangers dirty dancing under disco balls until they fall in and out of love.

Tonight, was one of the typical Saturday nights that anyone local with money and time to burn in the city would spend it here. Hollywood stars appearing here and there yet no one really notices the highly acclaimed Ari Levinson and creative genius Clay Appuzzo at a private booth.

Swooning strangers with their mysterious connections and unspoken secrets in their citrus margarita eyes. However, it was not common for them to run across a mystery of their own.

She, the midnight woman in strawberry red was a rarity in the tarot cards gifted down from the wicked stars. Possessing their twinkle and burn the minute she stepped in and flooded the dance floor in her energy.

She’s a dizzy reverie in strawberry silk, destined to enthrall the photographer that dances with her to his knees, his hands raised in a prophet's prayer. Pleading to taste the lips of the midnight woman in strawberry lipstick, staining both the lovers' minds in seventy-nine-dollar lip prints.

The thought is both appetizing and beyond Clay’s sinful imagination, to his lovestruck eyes and curious hands that grow more curious. They hold the roundness of her ass against his hardening member under the polaroid lights of the spiraling disco ball and she smirks.

How did she come to be?

Ari Levinson wonders, he feels himself spiraling even when he’s seated on a barstool. Pairs of lovers besides him line up the bar yet he reserves his space for his lover, and another for the woman rocking his beliefs and heart.

Pink honeysuckles of growing fascination and temptation bloom sharp and explode like firecrackers inside his chest. The petals of curiosity fall to the pits of his stomach, blossoming seeds of hesitation and anticipation. They sprout with a glance, a wink, a flip of her bouncy hair to his direction.

This enthrallment trails dangerous allurement inside Ari Levinson, whispering a prophecy in the conch shell of his ears that ales his ocean hues follow your prominent figure. Swimming through the purple liquid of his pomegranate tequila in the cocktail glass he looks through, he sets it down after taking a mouthful sip.

Rosy-dawned fingertips clasp the mood ring around his thumb, fading away from a blue glow to a red when you catch his gaze. With another set of rubs to the crystal you both bashfully look away, you looking back to the tall man that grabs your hips as you both dance against each other.

A sense of corrupted virtue in your mascara stroked eyes, no one could suspect that the same man is looking at Ari with that same look. They both radiate sex and hunger, something Ari writes for a living and sensate every day. But for some reason it doesn’t possess meaning when you’re the outline and archetype of every word and desire he’s written on his old typewriter.

It’s perplexing, because nothing Ari could write can he bring into existence. Although, this event of his lover dancing with the mysterious stranger with the magnetic eyes and entrancing lips that seem to captivate everyone is a ripped page straight out of one of his erotica’s.

The taste of pomegranate soaks his mouth, his scruff cheeks warming as the alcohol swims through his veins. Exhilaration fuels the pace of his heart that beats along with the music, Ari observed the dance between Clay and the mystery woman becoming more handsy and intimate.

It’s getting Ari feeling a delirious type of feather light, burning all over till he pulls off the brown leather jacket off his shoulders. Unbuttoning the three buttons of his peacock blue polo till the gold in his Star of David glimmers, he calls Jake the bartender over.

“You called Levinson,” the man remarks, his candy-striped button-up rolled up to his elbows. Drinking from a glass bottle of coke, enjoying the free entertainment that came along with being a bartender.

The older man doesn’t look at him, making the curious bartender Jacob Wolf shift his gaze to where his loyal customer glances. Amused, his hazelnut hues latch sight on the woman who's on everyone's mind and paycheck.

“Give the strawberry dream over there a drink. It’s on me.” Ari drawls, not withdrawing his longing stare away from her despite the growing crowds of dancing bodies intervene.

Jacob laughs, because only God knows how many times he’s been asked that. “Alright, what are your requests?” the man questions, enjoying the look of blank answers written on Ari’s features.

Usually, when Clay and Ari pick a girl up, they wouldn’t care what to get her and neither of them would care. Whatever that made the girl soft and dreamy on them did the trick, but you don't seem to apply to that. Ari needs to impress you; he needs to figure out where your strings like to be pulled.

“I suppose I should ask her.” he sighs, he doesn’t know why it came out so airy and delicate and it makes Jacob snicker again.

Jugging down the rest of his cold cola, he disposed it before patting own the blue velvet on Ari’s shoulder. “Smart, because they didn’t do that and she hasn’t touched a single drink all night.” his head gestures to the opposite side of the bar aligned with various drinks of sizes and colors, all untouched.

Ari manages to find the familiar tall figure of his boyfriend and where Clay is he manages to find her. Kissing him like a tease and pulling away for him to crave more of her forbidden fruit lips. If only his ears could catch the sweet sounds of her moaning softly against Clay's lips. Commenting how they taste like cherries, Ari knows that she’s thinking that his lips taste like cherries.

The music gets louder, the lights spin faster, his thoughts get wilder. Looking back Ari sees her fingers in his raven hair, her palms rubbing the exposed skin of his chest and her striking body rocking against his thigh.

Ari smirks and sips from his drink, recognizing Clay’s tactic of initiating a heated dance to just excuse himself for a little break. Leaving whatever woman he dances with hooked, he doesn’t even need to count down the minute because he’s now sitting down next to him.

Panting like dog in heat, Clay lets out a tamed but tipsy howl. “I have t’say this Ari, woman these days are made to destroy men. I can’t get enough of ‘em, they kill me in the best way.”

The man who’s been dancing for half an hour pants whilst his hand sneaks to rub Ari’s thigh, running his fingers through his own tasseled hair. White teeth flash and Ari feels faint when Clay has the audacity to get his tube of cherry chapstick from his pocket and apply another coat of cherry chapstick on his lips.

“Hey Alpha! What does a guy have t’do to getta pepino over here!” Clay hollers, smirking wider when Jacob rolls his eyes as he finishes up a trick of vodka shots to entertain a group tourists.

“And that gal back there, I think— let me hold that thought. I think someone’s needy for some attention.” Clay gestures to her figure dancing alone under the disco ball, catching the lime and cucumber drink sliding through the grapefruit vinyl.

Both their eyes trail back to her body grooving to the new beat, the circulation of her hips and the flow of her waist and shoulders entrance them. Clays hands rub at the coffee brown velvet wrapped around his thighs, taking Ari’s hand and putting them on his throbbing cock.

Erect by the fuck me eyes you give to the two men and the way Ari’s teeth pull his own bottom lip in between them. Straining when Ari grabs at it under the shadow of the bar ledge, the crystal in his mood ring glowing red.

“What are you thinkin’ honey?” Ari draws, lips tracing the dimple on Clay's smile while his thumb rubs the ruby ring wrapped around his lovers middle finger.

A little endowment he gifted Clay one night in some hotel honeymoon suite when he knew he fell deeply in love with him. Clay bites his bottom lip, normally his boyfriend would be hesitant to show him this much attention in public but it seems tonight is a packed house.

Everyone seems to have their eyes on their own conquests, playing a cat and mouse game just to feel something. The same game you’re playing, their burning hues are glued to her spellbind silhouette who continues to dance with entranced men with sex tosseled hair and women in see-through sequined bralettes.

All the attention she attracts, all the desires she derives, she keeps her fixed gaze on Ari. Sending a silent whisper from the movement of her lips, asking him for a dance with the playful wink that makes Ari’s knees shake.

“Suppose I should be askin’ what you’re thinkin’ Levinson.” Clay sends him a cocksure grin, taking the pepino tequila he ordered and taking a long sip, not pulling his own lust drunk gaze away.

“I’m thinkin she’s fuckin perfect. I know this might seem crazy but, fuck— she put a damn spell on me, honey. What am I supposed to do?” Ari talks like a man deprived of water and sex, both things Clay provide for him and he doesn’t disagree with Ari’s confession.

“I think you should dance with her. Look at her eyes, fuck look at ‘em Ari.” Clay growls as his hand with the ruby ring wraps around Ari’s jaw so his taunted blues can lock with her hues from the other side of the dance floor.

“Just look at her—“ Ari is and how could he not? “She’s beggin’ you for a dance. Read her eyes, she’s beggin’ you to make a move.” she’s biting her lip, her body moving in sync to the song and Ari’s pounding heartbeat.

“What are you gonna do with her? How are you gonna please her?” Ari shivers as Clay whispers, liquor-soaked lips brushing against the soft skin of his ear.

The man with the shoulder length hair of honey can’t look away and he won’t look away. It’s the way she seems to draw everyone's attention to her, the way she embodies everyone's deepest secrets and desires.

Maybe it’s from the delirious moment to act without giving attentive thought that encourages him to sip more from his glass and shamelessly gawk at her, at you.

Perhaps it’s the hand that rubs at his hardening cock and teeth that grasp the skin of his ear which drive him to imagine what it would be like to have you naked and moaning in between him and Clay.

Or for all Ari Levinson knows, it could be the factor that he wears his heart on his sleeve and you're undoing the buttons of his heart strings with a satisfaction that makes your lashes bat and your own beating muscle flutter.

“What are you waitin’ for?” Clay whispers and Ari curses himself for wondering the same thing, his feet hitting the polished tiles as his body joins the other sweaty and lust-radiating ones on the dance floor.

Strangers touch him, strangers dance with him, strangers tell him the numbers to their hotel rooms, but he still locks his eyes to you and moves closer, closer, closer.

Till he becomes face to face with you, eyes batting, bodies moving, noses touching and hands wandering as you two bring everyone’s attention on you both.

It’s arousing, lewd, promiscuous and everyone’s immorally drunk on it as the music only gets louder and the euphoria of colorful lights spin faster. Your peach painted nails trace Ari’s beard whilst your ass grinds against his body, going down till he can see the lascivious curve of your back.

Getting down until your hands touch your platforms, Ari’s hands grasp your hips, massaging the softness while the delicious friction of your plump ass drags slowly against his thighs, loins and finally till it grinds against his boner.

Wolf whistles and drunk whoops of encouragement ring out and with another spin of the disco ball does Ari notice his lover joins in on the dance. The midnight woman’s lust drunk eyes match the erotic olives of Clays, the air becoming thicker and the lights gleaming a deep red as the man with the ruby ring moves his body to match hers.

Ari’s mouth tracing her neck and his cock rubbing against your ass. The two of them are a dangerous mixture of lethal lust, intoxicated off them just as they are off you. The midnight woman, you, would never have thought to have a night like this.

Dancing with the man who writes all the romantic erotic novels you play with your pussy to and the man who photographs the covers for them. The very men of your dreams you’ve never that you’ve ever find in your coffee-stained reality, yet here you are living it.

please let this night last, make this dream last forever

Ari takes takes you’re face in his hands and presses a wet and gentle kiss, all you can taste is pomegranate and the sudden craving you have for more.

“I don’t want this night to end either.” Ari lips move against your neck, thrumming the violin strings of your heart.

“Ari, what do you say we make her night even more special and take her to see the patio.” Clay speaks as if you weren’t there, although your face heats up as the legendary Clay Appuzzo kisses your hand.

“I say that sounds like a good idea, away from preying eyes. Just us and our strawberry.” Ari agrees with a hum, taking your other hand in his large one and sucking down on your pulse.

The threat of his teeth nips at your skin and suddenly you're dizzy all over despite not having a single drink. Continuing the motions of your hips, your head pulls back giving him your approving moans.

“That sounds perfect.”

♡♡♡ thank you for reading! ♡♡♡ i’d appreciate it if you’d reblog or leave a comment what you think and see you soon for part two! ♡♡♡

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — @amethystnalaah . @lavendercitizen . @babyyhoneyydarling . ♡

[the-iceni-bitch]

hi hi natalie happy milestone! 💗🌷 I hope you have loads of fun with this sleepover 💕💕💕 let’s get into some would you rather concepts! : would you rather live temporarily in a cottage on the Osborne estate with Ransom Drysdale and Bryce Langely fancying you or would you rather dance in a club with Clay Appuzzo and Ari Levinson?

Ooh, Rosie!!! I love this ask so much!!

Listen, we all know I have a soft spot for our pretty grandpa murderers, but you know what else I have a major weak spot for?

Late seventies looks and the potential for public sex.

Some dirty dancing with these two and maybe a quickie in a club bathroom before we all stumble back to someone’s apartment and ruin each other sounds like a fucking dream.

What’s that? The sound of me adding another fucking WIP to the list, because goddamn I need to write this now 🥵

Come join my 4K sleepover!!!

[musette22]

Hi minnie!! I hope you are having a good day. I just saw your Lance Tucker slash with Lucas Lee. It's quite interesting you know and also cool.. like crossing over other Seb's and Chris' characters🤭 Do you have other preferred slash or ships of other Seb and Chris' characters?

Hiii darling!! Sorry I’m only replying to this now, I had to dig up some older posts!

Interestingly, @kazablanka96​ and I actually have a whole spreadsheet of Chris & Seb character ships 😂 Some of the most ‘important’ ones even have their own little fandoms on Tumblr and AO3! A couple of them have overlap (as in, a Chris character is paired with different Seb characters and vice versa) but most of them are ‘exclusive’ to each other :p Hope you enjoy these!

Ransom Drysdale x Charles Blackwood (Knifewood) - (Multiple fics on AO3 and various amazing gifset AUs here on Tumblr, such as this series by @riricitaa)

Andy Barber x Destroyer!Chris (Chrisandy) (X - X - and again, multiple fics on AO3!)

Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (Tjandy) (there’s this amazing series by @wintersoldier1989 and this gifset by @riricitaa)

Andy Barber x Lance Tucker (mindblowing fic by @howdoyousleep3)

Frank Adler x TJ Hammond (X - and this gifset by @riricitaa)

Frank Adler x Frank (Endings, Beginnings) (also called Frank Sqaured, gifset by @riricitaa & gifset by @lethal-desires, technically Stucky!)

Frank Adler x Scott Huffman (this gifset AU by @kazablanka96 and myself, technically Stucky)

Ari Levinson x Destroyer!Chris (gifset AU by @riricitaa, though they’re technically Steve and Bucky here)

Ari Levinson x Frank (Endings, Beginnings) (amazing gifset by @kazablanka96)

Ari Levinson x Clay Appuzzo (X)

Curtis Everett x Jack Benjamin (X - and there are lots of Chinese and Russian fanworks on AO3!)

Nick Vaughan x Josh Brummel (X)

Mike Weiss x Scott Huffman (X - this gifset by @riricitaa)

Mace (Sunshine) x Chris Beck (X - and various fics on AO3 like this one)

Nick Gant x Chase Collins (X)

Bill (Lobby Hero) x Lee Bodecker (amazing gifset by @lethal-desires) 

Lucas Lee x Lance Tucker (X)

Johnny Storm x Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine) (X)

Jake Wyler x Carter Baizen (X)

And here’s a few more that I don’t think there are any posts for yet but that would work well imo!

Ari Levinson x Will Franklyn or Ben (The Apparition)

Harvard Hottie x Ben (The Apparition)

Bill (Lobby Hero) x Jeff Gillooly 

Syd (London ) x Harry (Spread)

Jake Jensen x Lance Tucker

Ryan Ackerman x Destroyer!Chris

Jimmy Dobyne x Hal Carter

Okay, I think there are a couple missing but this is a lot already lol 😂 Let me know if you have any other ideas, I really love thinking about this!! As you could probably tell lmao... 😘

[babyyhoneyydarling]

Question: What are your favorite SebStan and Cevans characters or alternatively list them in order of which you like most to least?💌

it’s so hard to rank them but i tried!!

cevans:

steve rogers (obviously)

andy mf barber. that’s it’s. him.

ari levinson… y’all know how i feel abt that daddy

frank adler is v underrated

colin shea is a stupid goofball but i love him

ransom is sexy and i want to take all his money

nick vaughan is a hopeless romantic and so am i so <3

kyle from the perfect score is so adorable; him and harvard hottie are tied

johnny storm is hot but my god we would hate eachother irl

jensen is adorably goofy

curtis is v angy

sebstan:

bucky barnes (again, obviously)

charles blackwood is super sexy js

chris beck is a cute space nerd so <3

clay appuzzo purely bc i love his long hair and 70s outfits

lee bodecker, i haven’t actually seen the movie but some fics have turned me on to him aksjsjk

birthday sleepover!

[navegandoaciegas]

most of my fav fics are written by u so here’s my top 3😅

for bang bang: 💡✏️⭐️

for 1-2-3 way: 🏔📜

for broken wings: 💎🗝☠️

Thank you 😩❤️

Bang bang

💡-What was the motivation behind the story? None other than I randomly saw a gif set of CE as Ari Levinson and SS as Clay Appuzzo and started fantasizing about stealing the Gioconda from the Louvre with them 🥰 In Bang Bang I settled for robbing Stark’s mansion instead but it is what it is 😂

✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?

Not really, I had a lot of fun writing it and I’m proud of how it turned out.

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

“Such a good girl bunny, lool you at you. You’re perfect.”

You meet the woman in the mirror: she looks beautiful, wanton, dishevelled, like a twisted, erotitic painting. You wish Steve were here to see you, and then he’d paint you so pretty too.

Steve is a failed aspiring painter here, I loved that idea for some reason

1-2-3 Way

⛰️- What was the hardest part? I tend to avoid threesomes and orgies because they’re hard af to write in my opinion. The writing can become heavy with a lot of technicalities and specifying what belongs to who real quick. The smut part as a whole was pretty hard for me ngl

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future? Knowing how much of a whore I am, probably 💀 but like i said, this kind of stories are a nightmare for me, so not anytime soon

Broken Wings

💎- What was your favorite part? The idea behind the title, that the reader is a free soul just waiting to spread her wings, and Lee is right there behind her to clip them.

🗝️-What were you thinking when you wrote it?

✨d i c k✨

And how Lee eventually dies in the movie, so karma gets his ass for good

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you? Nah, I don’t like killing off characters in my stories.

Ask game

[matchamorphosis]

i know i said i’m not writing for ari levinson anytime soon but I can’t stop thinking about daddy!ari levinson with papa!clay appuzzo taking their little one to those hippie concerts.

[babyyhoneyydarling]

my finger hurts but to make it better i’m imagining Ari kissing it 🥺 either way i’m doing alright! just a little tired then usual but still okie! 💗💗💗 as for the daddy!ari levinson concept i’m thinking about him and papa!clap appuzzo and there little girl in a little pillow fort! I thought about what character would be the perfect pair for Ari and would make total scenes and boom Clay came to mind! he’s from the seventies like Ari and since Ari carries more of a serious and strict tone Clay is the total opposite and is carefree and playful! 💗💗💗

omg rosie 🥺🥺😭 you hit me right in the heart with this!! this is my favorite thing ever!! 🥺 i absolutely love this duo!! daddy ari and papa clay!! ugh be still be beating heart 💓💓💓💓 you’re so right abt ari being more strict while clay is more carefree and fun! (clay would let you have just one more cookie before bed time hehehhe) and building a pillow fort with them would be so fun! they’d be the ones constructing it so it won’t fall down as easily and their little would be the one decorating it with lots of pillows and blankets and of course stuffies! 🥰💞 thank you so much for sharing this with me 🥺 it’s 100% my new favorite thing and will be thinking about it as i get ready for bed tonight <3