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[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.”

[buckets-and-trees]

Waiting On One Look

Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Curvy!Female!Reader Word Count: 300

Content/Warnings: omegaverse, mention of smut, apocalyptic setting

Additional Notes: One of four short alpha drabbles triggered by an ask from @biteofcherry for a very horny Monday and Alpha April.

“It’s getting worse around here, Omega.”

The giant alpha with his golden skin, flowing brown hair, and piercing blue eyes looks directly into your eyes as the two of you scavenge down the aisle of the abandoned grocery store.

“You’re not weak for accepting protection,” he adds.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“We’ve come across each other, what, four times now? Five?”

You nod but bite on the inside of your cheek, regarding him.

“Even if you can’t trust me, together has to be better than alone, doesn’t it?”

Your heart aches. You already lost everyone you know.

You know you’re drawn to him, but if you get close to him, you could end up losing him, too.

But you could end up losing yourself in him.

But you’ve been so lonely.

After your continued hesitance, he sighs, and his shoulders drop. “Maybe we’ll bump into each other again in a few weeks.”

He turns away, but you rush the few steps forward to catch his wrist.

When he turns back, he pushes you back up against the shelves. “I wanted you to say yes, ‘mega, been thinking about you every night since I last saw you.”

You whine and pull at the collar of his unbuttoned blue shirt.

He kisses you soundly, but then breaks it off and presses his forehead to yours, laughing. “Not here, ‘mega. We’ve stayed alive this long because we’ve both kept our heads, can’t lose them now, not when we’re about to get a little happiness in this apocalypse.”

So the two of you finish strategically collecting supplies, you climb into his truck, and the second the door is locked when you get to his hideout, you tear each others clothes off and he takes you on the floor twice before you eventually make it to his bed.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Unwanted - Part 5

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

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

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

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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[krirebr]

Are there foster fails in still life (minus Curtis and omega, I just know they'll be 😂). But maybe some alphas that used to volunteer with Curtis?

Absolutely there are! I think it's not uncommon for long-term placements to lead to matings. And that'd be something I think Curtis will have some anxiety about. Not that he wouldn't want to, but more "Is this the right thing for her? Is it happening too fast? Am I taking advantage? Am I ready?"

I really love the idea of someone Curtis knew leaving the program because of a foster fail. That person could probably become a pretty good resource as Curtis is trying to navigate this very difficult situation. 🤔 Two possibilities come to mind for that (well, three, but there's one that I might want to use a slightly different way) and I'm wondering what you all think. No promises that this will show up in the actual story, but I think there's a good chance!

Still Life

[bigtreefest]

QOTD: in your opinion/understanding of omegaverse, can betas knot?

Follow up: do they feel some typa way about that?

[imaginedreamwrite]

Photo #2 makes me think of the omega from the Baker AU taking a selfie to ask Steve if it looked okay for her courting date. And then she accidentally sends it to one of the alphas, if not the entire group chat.

You wait, and then you wait again. When he doesn’t immediately answer your text with a picture of the dress you wanted to wear for your first courting date with Ari & Curtis, you feel confused.

Confusion is quickly replaced with mortification.

It hits you when you realize that your text was sent not to Steve solely, but the group chat with your alphas that also contained yourselves. The group chat that now was being flooded with comments, messages back and forth as your alphas swooned over the red velour dress that you chose.

You scrambled from the bed and skittered to the living room, eyes wide and your mouth open to tell Steve about your blunder. The two of you were equally dealing with a blunder that left you both feeling exhilarated by the messages being flooded to you.

“I sent the text to the group chat, and now the alphas are saying really intense yet nice things and-” you inhaled and exhaled, pacing back and forth in front of Steve.

“-I sent a picture of myself with dirty hands and cheeks from working with charcoal and I thought I sent it to you but…” Steve blushed heavily, nervously puckering his lips and digging his nails into his hand.

“But…?” You crept closer to him, looking over the phone to see the picture sent to Bucky, solely to Bucky, and Bucky’s replies being fuelled by eroticism.

“Looks like dirty boy needs a sponge bath—shut up! He did not—!” You came to sit by Steve, exchanging your phone with his to read each others messages.

“Bucky is a bit of a playboy, he’s so dirty.” Steve grinned, small, and bit down on his bottom lip. “Ari & Curtis are on their way to pick you up.”

“Bucky wants you to draw him like a French girl.” You giggled and rolled your eyes, enjoying the little chaos Bucky added.

“Hal thinks you look beautiful.” Steve slipped your phone back into your lap, and then drew his fingers across your shoulder. “You do look beautiful, baby.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You leaned into each other, you kissing his cheek as he slipped an arm around your waist. “You’re gonna be okay here? By yourself?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing again, “Hal & Buck said they might come over…later…”

“Good,” you kissed his cheek again, and then stood, “I guess I better meet them downstairs.”

“Have fun, be safe, and use the pepper spray I put in your purse if you have to.”

[steviebbboi]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Ari Levinson; Grumpy/Sunshine; Omegaverse; Smut. Hope you like!

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"I don't get why you're so interested in that comic book character when I'm right here," Ari grumbles. 

"Because it's his birthday," you retort with a smile. 

"He's not even real."

"Which is why I'm not buying him presents. I'm just sharing stories about him with my online friends."

Ari huffs. This close to his rut he tends to get very needy and grumpy. The fact that you're spending more time talking about Captain America than you are taking care of your Alpha is making him even more of a grump. 

Your in the middle of reading when you giggle on a way that really sets him off. That's the giggle you make when he's on top of you and kissing you all over. He stands behind you and growls, making you freeze. From his scent you can tell his rut has just kicked in. 

He grabs you from your seat and carries you to your nest. As soon as you're on the mattress he's all over you. Kissing, nipping, kneading, licking, tearing your clothes. You're so wet and ready for him before he's really gotten started. 

"My Omega," he growls. "You only make those pretty noises for me."

"Yes, Alpha," you moan. You might have to get your grumpy Alpha riled up more often.

Ahhh thank you so much 💐 Alpha Ari always gets me so feral 🥵

[jamneuromain]

Grind Me Down

Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (You)

Summary: You're in your heat, but Ari has something else in mind.

Warning: Smut, grinding, overstimulation, Omegaverse

“Ari -” You let out a sound in between moan and whimper, breathing heavily, “hurts – I can’t - ”

Ari has an arm behind his head. Hearing your plead, he merely raised his eyebrows as if doubting whether you are telling the truth, pulling his arm out so he could hold your waist with both hands, “but baby, you’re the one saying you wanted me.” He suggestively places his large palm on your thigh and squeezes, flashing his wolfish grin, “and you gotta work for it.”

You have been riding him for minutes. Hours. Too long for you to take a look at a watch or a clock.

Not on his cock. God no.

You’d feel much better if you are riding his cock instead of whatever you are doing now.

You merely whimpered “want you, Ari” at the beginning of your heat, and he had sprawl over your carefully built nest, and laid down comfortably, for you to take what you want.

Your pussy clenches, and clenches again. Reminding you the fact that you are grinding on his abs.

The happy trail tickles your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even though they are soaking wet with your juices. He never shaves himself clean, soft yet rigid hair always has been both pleasure and pain when he touches you intimately. When he knows his rough beard feels like torture to your oversensitive pussy and rubs his cheek on your most delicate pedals.

You shiver at the thought. You have grinded both his thighs, cummed on both of his thighs, and you feel another orgasm pending.

You let out a burning breath, gradually slowing yourself down, because you know, from your throbbing pussy, that this will hurt.

“Tut tut tut.” The large hand moves to your pelvis, sticking his thumb between your wetness and his abs. Ari mutters as he feels your muscles tightening and another moan coaxed out of your red swollen lips, “there’s no backing down, darling.” He spares a glimpse at you, sweaty and desperate. Your body glowing pink, your heat burning, which is only a bit too pity that it hasn’t triggered his rut yet.

He thought might as well allow your pheromones to cover every inch of his body to speed up the process. What could have been a better way when he came up with the idea to let you grind on him?

The beast in his heart rumbles, getting more angsty by the minute.

Ari pushes his hair back, laying back once more on the pillow, pressing the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, “Cum for me, darling. Cum for your alpha, little one.”

The alpha voice.

You have to cum for your alpha.

His blue eyes wide blown, as he tugs on your clit and your whole body trembles. Your back arches. And you claw on to his arm and his chest, leaving little rosy crescents of your nail mark.

“…so fucking sexy baby,” Ari pulls you down for a kiss, devouring you, biting you, kissing you, “so pretty, fuckin’ mine. All mine.”

“Yours, Ari.” You whisper, licking your lips as his beard burn leaves another imprint, “want you, want your cock,” you whimper, as you feel like your waist could never support your body to sit up every again, “please please please Ari. Please, Alpha.”

Ari snakes an arm behind your back.

It does tempt him, one briefest of moments, to take control and fuck you until you are impaled to his knot and belly full with his seed. But you are too pretty. Too precious. Too delicate.

He just couldn’t let this chance slip away from his hand.

“You’re a good little omega, yeah?” His canines sink into your skin. Into your flesh. Drawing blood. Pure pain erupts from your neck. Having you cry out. Immobile too. Thanks to his arm pinning you down.

Your body burns hotter as his scent hits you like a bus. His scent travelling down your veins as he strengthens your mark. His voice ghosting your ear.

You want your alpha so bad. You want him to mount you. To take you. To have his way with you. You want to be marked over and over again, even if it hurts.

“My good little omega.”

You watch him with hooded eyes, you hear him speak praises, you smell him in you.

“Good little omega takes orders, right?” He positions you on his arm. His veiny arm. Your pussy throbs when the sensitive parts touch him. “Your alpha wants you to cum on both of his arms.” Ari lays the other arm back as a pillow to support his head, not helping you in the slightest, as the beast in his heart rattles the cage, “better get started.”

[ashychangeling]

Thank you so much for updating this series. It's so good, and one of my favorites. I was a little worried when Delilah showed up but I'm glad how it turned out.

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

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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 lapels 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.

[buckets-and-trees]

Chris Evans Characters

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Unless specifically noted, all of my stories feature a female reader insert character.

dividers by my lovely wife @rookthornesartistry

feat. Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Andy Barber

I’M YOUR MAN soft!dark mafia AU dubious consent, forced marriage, explicit smut

↠ I'm Your Man [3k] ↠ Morning Radiance [750] ↠ Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] ↠ Don't Look Too Far [6.4k] ↠ Burned Off the Haze [4.5k] ↠ Cracking Locks [5k] ↠ ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350] ↠ Make Her Glow [1k]

EXTRAS: ↠ will Andy let the reader work? ↠ what if Andy were forced into marriage with the reader?

Ari Levinson

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] Ari x reader x Curtis Everett tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

+ Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] + Get Closer to Me [5.8k] + Sleeplessly Embracing You [2.4k]

Slope - Concept Pitch [2.5k] modern AU - some college, then mid-30s second chance half imagine, half storytelling

Lakehouse Ari ask/thot [160] Quite the Morning [1.6k] mfm with Nick Fowler modern AU - brother's best friend, first part of The Lake House soft dark, smut

Waiting On One Look [300] apocalyptic omegaverse AU soft dark world, but not a soft dark Ari

Crimson Mornings [500] Ari x reader x Bucky Barnes explicit smut

Curtis Everett

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] Curtis x reader x Ari Levinson tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

+ Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] + Get Closer to Me [5.8k]

an ask about a water creature C!Evans character [1.2k] + Never Going Back Again [3.7k] Bolotnik!Curtis Everett x reader undefined time period AU explicit smut, first piece: non/dubious consent, second piece: full consent, terato/monster fucking

Lloyd Hansen

HUFFILY EVER AFTER: A CINDERELLOYD STORY modern AU, Cinderella adaptation, unknown identities + enemies/rivals to lovers, eventual smut

+ Chapter One: The Masquerade [5k] + Chapter Two: Conference Day One [6.4k] + Chapter Three: The Panel [4k] + Chapter Four: The Awards Gala [6.5k] [Monday Update Schedule]

WELCOME HOME, PUMPKIN  set of three stories utilizing the same opening and sharing lines of dialogue and narrative but with soft, soft dark, and dark results

↠ soft: Sugar Pumpkin ask: before you got together | fic: Room to Grow | ask: holiday Lloyd - Christmas while you're pregnant ↠ soft!dark: Spiced Pumpkin ↠ dark: Smashed Pumpkin

Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd x reader, God the Bounty Hunter x reader, Ransom Drysdale dark, non-consent, dubious consent, explicit smut

Lloyd punishment ask [500] explicit smut, bondage, dom vibes

Lloyd hearteyes ask [330] light smut

Ransom Drysdale

Between the Lines [4.4k] post-Knives Out, fake engagement, slow burn, forced proximity, "enemies" to lovers, off-page smut

Steve Rogers Collecton

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[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.

Part 3 -- Part 5

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

@ronearoundblindly ; @startcarvingdarling: @dontbescaredtosingalong; @lolitsthings

[holylulusworld]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @buck-star

Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale; Grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love; omegaverse; fluff

It was a long walk, but you and Ransom would rather brave the outdoors than dare to return to his family’s home where the fight was ongoing. The fight that resulted in his car getting a flat thanks to his twerp cousin, rendering it unable to be driven.

Ransom had had enough of hearing that you didn’t have the same status as his family, and ‘how dare he bring home an omega like you.’

You didn’t care about any of it, you knew your worth and that his family had a habit of doing whatever they could to be cutting with their words. It rolled off your back, but it was sweet to see the way Ransom, in his usual grumpy mood that clung after family visits, was trying to cheer you up.

Your hand was in his as you walked the old paved road. You could feel his thumb lightly stroking yours and he swung your hands between the two of you, your wildly moving arm causing a light giggle to spill from your lips. That cheered up Ransom, too, as he led you towards an old restaurant, not too far from the estate, where the two of you could get a warm meal, a couple of drinks, and somehow, a ride home or a tow for the Beemer.

As you cuddled up to Ransom in the booth, almost purring against your Beta in satisfaction, a new scent hit your nose, causing you to perk up. Ransom did the same, just as the bell to the front door jingled. In walked a tall man, his chestnut locks flowing with each long stride forward by the boots that sat under his worn jeans. He wore a flannel shirt, the top few buttons undone, giving a teasing peak of chest hair.

He was gorgeous, but that wasn’t what caught the attention of you and the man at your side. It was his scent. Fresh like the pines, with an underlying spiced musk. It was like home.

Ransom squeezed your hand as the stranger, an Alpha, went to go stand by the bar to order. After that’s when the man with hair like a lion’s mane turned around, taking the two of you in with his piercing blue gaze. He felt it, too.

OMG! I love this so much. Thank you @buck-star for requesting this gift from me, and thank you so much @bigtreefest for writing it.

Are we getting Ransom and Ari? Both? YES!!! YES!!! YES!!

[bigtreefest]

500 Follower Cornucopia Event Masterlist

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Dividers by the lovely and talented @steviebbboi

Jake Jensen

Idiots in love, miscommunication; dog park, fluff

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, hand kink; bookstore, dog park; fluff

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, competency; academia; fluff

Steve Rogers

Secret dating; corporate; fluff

Idiots in love, secret dating, competency; undercover; fluff

Competency; academia; fluff

Friends to lovers, idiots in love, competency; fluff

Fake dating, friends to lovers; coffee shop, fluff

With Bucky Barnes; friends to lovers, secret dating; corporate; fluff

Competency; omegaverse; smut

Ransom Drysdale

Grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love; soulmate, fluff

With Bucky Barnes; friends to lovers, idiots in love, secret dating, miscommunication; coffee shop, soulmate; angst

Secret dating, hand kink, size kink; bookstore, academia; smut

Forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine, hand kink; academia, soulmate; soft!dark

Ari Levinson

With Ransom Drysdale; Grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love; omegaverse; fluff

Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort; corporate; smut

With Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes; fake dating, friends to lovers, idiots in love, hurt/comfort; bookstore, omegaverse, corporate; fluff

Caretaker; omegaverse, mafia; fluff, smut

Curtis Everett

Grumpy/sunshine, hand kink, caretaker, hurt/comfort; bookstore, car; angst

Secret dating, curt/comfort; omegaverse; angst

Bucky Barnes

Friends to lovers, grumpy/sunshine; corporate, soulmate; smut, angst

Grumpy/sunshine, enemies to lovers; modern AU neighbors; fluff

Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort; omegaverse; fluff

Fake dating; coffee shop; fluff

With Lloyd Hansen; grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love, enemies to lovers, miscommunication; dog park, corporate; soft!dark

Lloyd Hansen

With Curtis Everett, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers; fake dating, forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine, enemies to lovers; academia, omegaverse; soft!dark

Andy Barber

Miscommunication, caretaker; car, soulmate; angst

Grumpy/sunshine; coffee shop, bookstore; fluff

[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

[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

[veltana]

I'm cool, totally cool and not at all tearing up because this is so fucking sweet and beautiful! No, couldn't be me!

Milky Sweet

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: none; pure fluff, domestic bliss and happy news; Ari being slutty as always; shifter!Ari; shifter!Reader

Author's Note: This is a short fluffy fic written as a result of this poll.

The soft click of the door being open and closed, then the tiny creak of the floorboards under the weight of a massive body made you smile. 

Your Alpha was the type of a man who walked with purpose and barely contained threat, making his approach a reflection of the beast that he shifted into. Not in your home, however. 

Well, not since the argument two months ago. 

You were attending online classes, sitting in front of the sleek new laptop (a gift from Ari) and listening to the lecture, when your mate all but burst into the living room in all his bold glory. Shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and belly. His jeans were tight enough to draw attention to the outline of his cock. 

Okay, so maybe only your attention dropped that low, but the point was that he strode inside unabashedly cocky and loud, while you were in the middle of the damn lecture. 

Fortunately, you had your camera and microphone turned off at that moment, but if he walked in a half an hour earlier, everyone would get an eyeful. 

There was a lot of your yelling and hissing, and poking Ari in the chest, calling him an uncultured caveman. He apologized, though it didn’t stop you from poking him some more. And calling him a slutty beast. Which resulted in said beast fucking you on the table, while the last minutes of the lecture were still going on. 

Since then, Ari made sure to be very quiet and stealthy when he returned home on days you had classes. 

“It’s okay,” you called out softly. “The lectures are over. I’m just finishing some notes.”

A heartbeat later Ari appeared beside you, bracing one hand on the table and the other on the back of your chair as he leaned down to kiss you. 

There were aspects of being Alpha’s mate that tied to his dominance and control, but then there were small things - like the way he kissed you good morning, goodbye and hello - which shone light on the soft, precious bond between you. 

“How was it today?” Ari glanced at the notebook scribbled with colorful notes and stickers. 

“Honestly, rather dull.” You sighed, returning your gaze to the notes, but not before glancing at Ari’s bare chest. Typical. 

“Hungry?” He straightened. “I’ll toss on some quick stir fry.”

“Sounds good.” You were eager to finish, so you could join Ari in the kitchen. 

As much as you fought for your independence of being limited to an Alpha’s mate, you couldn’t deny that spending time with him was enjoyable. It was always a spark, filling your chest with a variety of warm sensations. 

The feeling of safety and contentment; sometimes a bubbling joy and carefree wilderness; the need so deep and burning it made you itch to claw at skin. 

Sometimes you wondered if it was the mating ceremony that enhanced that connection between you two, for you have never felt anything as intense with your previous partners. Even the ones you thought you’re in love with. 

There, that light fluttering in your belly returned as you walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. The scent of food, the sight of your mate preparing a meal for the two of you. It reminded you of the comfort of your childhood home, where you got to see your parents be true partners. 

Ari did his best to make you feel as his equal, even though it was an undeniable truth that you weren’t. Not by the designation of your wolf nature, nor the laws ruling the shifters packs. But in the way he gave you freedom and shared responsibilities with you, you felt respected. 

“After dinner I’m going to check on Dante’s crops,” Ari mentioned as you slid onto a barstool at the kitchen island. “Wanna come with me? You’ve spent all day inside, some fresh air will do you good.” 

You narrowed your eyes slightly, watching him closely. 

Despite the bloody way your packs were joined into one, Ari proved to be a good Alpha. He held the reins, but was open to listen to his packmates. Especially the inner circle, who combined both people from his old pack and some of yours. 

He was also willing to give new ideas a chance.

Like the one Dante had: to use a portion of your lands to farm crops which would profit the pack. He had this idea before, with some specific type of plant that was rare, but becoming very popular. Dimitri, your previous Alpha, didn’t agree to it. He was adamant on maintaining as much of the wild, free area as possible. 

He had his rights, but if Dante’s project succeeded, then in a few years your pack would be able to buy more lands.

However, faith in Dante’s plans and supporting him in this project, didn’t change the fact that he was your ex and Ari was a very primal, possessive man. 

Ari may deny it, but you noticed all the micro possessive gestures he displayed whenever your ex was nearby. More of them than usual, that is. 

He was also right that you needed some time under the open sky. 

It was bliss when an hour later you walked down the narrow paths between growing plants. The scent of watered and sun-stroked ground wiping away the mental tiredness, soft breeze tickling your skin and the sun peeking from between cloud layers making you squint your eyes. 

And your Alpha’s hand moving between squeezing the back of your neck and your butt, despite Dante not coming anywhere near you. 

You rolled your eyes and continued beside Ari as you listened to Dante’s promising report. The way Ari talked with him spoke of appreciation and pride, and you knew it meant a lot to any pack member. 

Later, as you stood at the edge of the field, with your back pressed to Ari’s chest and his arms wrapped around you as you watched the sprouts of the new chapter for your pack being tended to by Dante and his coworkers; you felt a surge of pride, too. 

Of your Alpha. Your wild, untamed mate, who scared you a bit, but who showed you and the others that he was worthy of putting your trust in him. 

You sighed softly and titled your head to the side as Ari brushed the shell of your ear with his lips then placed a kiss behind it.

Tip of his nose nuzzled into that spot. Paused. Then slowly dragged down, into the crook of your neck where two biting marks were crossing. 

“You got new perfume?” Ari hummed, curiously sniffing at your gland. “You smell a bit different. Sweeter. Nutty? Milky?”

With another sigh, you rested your head against Ari’s shoulder as your gaze drifted from the beautiful greenery to the puffy clouds in the sky, their creamy shade taking a hint of the first lick of sundown. 

“I guess I’m pregnant.” 

You surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. A part of you expected more shaky emotion to come with the admission, but somehow it wasn’t scary at all to say it. 

You felt Ari go very still. A wolf who had all of his instincts alerted. 

“I suspected it,” you continued when he remained quiet. “I planned on getting a pregnancy test tomorrow, or the day after. But having your mate distinguish a difference in your scent is a better proof than peeing on a store-bought stick.” 

Ari spun you in his arms fast, but any dizziness didn’t get a chance to settle as he cupped your face in his palms and made the sparkling blue of his irises your sole focus. 

There was so much emotion shining in his eyes. Disbelief. Hope. Joy. 

He held your gaze for a long moment, until you reached your own hand to touch his cheek. A split of a second, just a faint curve of your shy smile confirming your words, and Ari was pulling you into a fierce kiss. 

He was still kissing you as his arms slid lower and in a swift move he picked you off the ground. With a squeak, you broke the kiss and laughed. The sound of it was muffled by the long, loud howl that ripped out of Ari’s throat.

“By the gods!” You huffed, half amused, half annoyed when he continued his howl, despite your attempts to cover his mouth with your hands. “There goes my hope to tell my parents before the whole pack knows.”

Ari’s eyes crinkled and he purposely let out another deep bellow, before it faded into laughter and he was putting you back on your feet. Though his hold on you didn’t ease an inch.

“They don’t know what’s the reason for my howl.” He grinned, not the least apologetic. 

“You’re in the middle of a field with your newlywed mate. What else is there to howl about?” You gave him a pointed look. 

“You know how packs work,” Ari shrugged. “We could tell your parents over dinner and before we made it back to our house the whole pack would know already, anyway. Besides-” 

Ari leaned in. The spike in his scent was enough to have a heat flush you from the inside, but the way his eyes shadowed with that animalistic hunger had your pussy clenching.

“ -I want to test first if you taste sweeter, too.”