#mean ari levinson

[onsunnyside]

thinking about toxic bf!Ari: (maybe some soft dark elements)

he’s the kind to fuck you to tears then bring up one of your exes bc he somehow thinks you’re still in contact with them, (“give me your phone and prove me wrong then”). he’s very possessive when you go out with friends: he has to approve what you’re wearing, where you’re going, who is going to be there, and you have to check in with him or else he’s going to show up (he has done that multiple times) and god forbid he find you talking to someone else (“if it looks like flirting, then you’re fucking flirting”). He gets jealous easily: if you hug someone a little too long or kiss their cheek (even if you’ve been good friends for years), you best know that you’re not leaving his side for the rest of the night.

He knows no boundaries and basically sees you as his property, and in his twisted way, that’s how he shows his love to you. He does all the thinking, planning, guiding and heavy lifting, and in return, you have to be his obedient, loyal, loving girl.

One night you’ve had enough of him: Truthfully, without any liquid courage, you would’ve never opened your mouth—and Ari knew that, that’s why he kept buying you drinks. Your relationship was a little too smooth sailing at the moment, he needed to stir it up.

“You think you’ll ever find someone better than me, baby?” He traps you against the wall with one hand on the side of your head, a cigarette in the other. “You think you’ll get far without me? Thinking for yourself, doing shit without me telling you to…” His scowl turns into a sly smirk at your silence and he nods, stepping back with a puff from the cigarette. “You know what? Why don’t you leave then? Let’s see how long you last all by yourself before you come crawling back to me like the dumb girl you are.”

And so you do, you go home and gather what little things you can carry and leave. You avoid your friends bc you know that’s the first place Ari would look for you and you didn’t want to drag them into this mess.

Then a few days later you find yourself calling him from a pay phone, broke as hell with puffy eyes, and outside a dingy motel that you can’t afford anymore.

“That was shorter than I expected.”

“I-I’m sorry, Ari. I wasn’t thinking, I was being dumb a-and I miss you,” so bad.

He’s quiet for a moment, “I know.”

“Can I—Can I come back home, please?” You sniffle, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“Are you going to be good?” He asks, sounding as bored as ever. “If not, then you can stay wherever you are.” Now, that was nothing but an empty threat bc Ari has been going crazy without you and he wouldn’t last another night. If you didn’t come home now, he’d scour the city until you were in his arms again.

“Yes, yes, I promise I’ll be good.” You’ll be better than good.

You could almost hear the smile in his voice, “that’s my girl.” His dumb, sweet girl. “Tell daddy where you are and I’ll come bring you home.”

yes I love sweet love, but I also want to know more about this asshole who is willing to do the most terrible, underhanded things to keep you under his control 🫡

[theinheriteddutchess]

Out Of Time

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: You hate Ari. It's not a secret to him. Your father died protecting you, and you would die to protect your bother. But he's waited almost 10 years, time's running out, and he won't let you go that easily.

Word count: almost 2400

Warnings: threat of death, Ari is a jerk, mentions of previous death, werewolf Pack have different rules and morals, yandere!Ari, nothing explicit

Notes: randomly started writing this a while ago, found out I actually liked it. Might make more if I get inspiration, but I will follow where the wind blows me, so until then it's a stand alone. Would love to hear if you like it, reblog ,comments, ask. I don't bite (only Sebastian Stan's butt is under threat).💕

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It was a mistake. He didn't deserve to be punished so severely. He was only a little boy.

But rules were strict in this pack. You behaved, or they made you behave. Still, death seemed to be too harsh for an nine year old. He had taken the mating necklace. But he was not thinking further than trying it, having admired it from a distance. He probably hadn't known what it was for, because Ari hadn’t used it yet. But it was sometimes talked about. Something the pack Alpha owned. He had just been looking up to his Alpha. Wanting to be like him.

You didn't feel the same way about Ari. You knew all about the rules. And Ari had proven to follow them strictly. That's how he killed your father. 

You never looked at him the same. 

You were repulsed by your mother, who kept telling you Ari had been young and still needed to establish his position. 

He had been young. Twenty-two. Young for a pack Alpha. But he had always been strong. He had challenged the previous leader, Andy, who had been gentler. Andy was kinder in his approach, gave a little more leeway. It had cost him though. Ari had been coming off his rut, full of adrenaline, and Andy had let his guard down. Before you knew it, there had been a fight and soon Andy laid lifelessly on the ground. 

Ari was Pack leader, and he wasn't as kind. He made it clear he demanded absolute obedience. And his height, as well as the weight in muscle he carried around, oozed dominance which most wolves didn't dare challenge.

Your father had soon been killed after. He had tried to shield you from the cruel Alpha and it had cost him his life. Still, his death did protect you. It was honorable to not pursue you after. And in your mind the last mate you wanted to have was him. 

Your mother mated again with someone else, too soon for your liking, and Mico was born shortly after. Life had to go on, even if you silently resented it.

But now your brother was to be put to death. And terror swept through you as you raced to reason with Ari. You had little hope you would get through him. But you had to try.

As you halted in front of his den, you breathed heavily. You tried to calm your racing heart, tried to gather your thoughts. You needed to be calm. 

You stepped inside, and waited at the entrance, if you got in any further you would have a big chance to be punished yourself and then your brother stood no chance.

“I expected you would come.” It sounded from further inside. You couldn't see him yet. The shadow shielding him effectively. 

“He's my brother. Of course I would.” You replied. You kept your eyes on the ground. It was a sign of respect, but mostly you did it because his face disgusted you. You didn't know how you could pretend otherwise. 

“So let's hear it. I'm assuming you're going to beg for his life?”

You gnashed your teeth. The mocking tone in his voice annoying you greatly, but what could you do?

“He's only nine. you know it wasn't done to disrespect you. In fact, there's no other he admires more.”

“And yet it was disrespectful.” he answered calmly. Deceivingly so. ”Any other I would have killed on the spot.”

“He's a child.” Tiny still for his age even. “He was curious. You could forgive him.”

“And show weakness to the pack? Now that would be foolish.”

“It wouldn't be weakness. It would be kind. Merciful.”

“Like Andy?” His cold voice sounded nearer, he was moving. “Need I remind you what happened to your favorite Alpha? Long gone, buried in the cold ground. More bones than flesh.”

“Andy was good.” You hissed. 

“Unlike me? That's what you mean right? You think I'm cruel?”

You refused to answer. It didn't matter. 

“I can be cruel, keep testing me and I will show how cruel I can be, little one.”

“I'm not here to argue.” You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. “I'm asking you to spare his life.”

He chuckled. “Braver than your mother.” 

You smelled him so much stronger now. A deep, rich scent. Clean. Not unpleasant. His face came into view. Blank. His expression showed nothing about what he was feeling. 

“Go on, tell me how I should save him. Punish him in a different way. Letting everyone know you can steal from me and get away with it.”

You looked up at him, forgetting the rules, forgetting the need for respect. “If a child is threatening to you, maybe you're not worthy being Alpha.”

“Careful. I wouldn't want to put you next to your brother.” He warned calmly. 

“If you did, It would only prove my point.”

He let out a laugh. “Here I was, thinking you'd plead. But of course you wouldn't. You have too much pride. Like your father did. When he tried to turn me away.”

“At least he had guts. He died protecting me.”

“But died he did.”

Your fists balled. How you would love to rip his face to shreds, but you couldn't. It would help no one. 

“He died so I could be free.”

“For now. Time is running out, and who will protect you now? Your mother? Her mate?” He grinned. 

No, they wouldn't. And you knew it. Your mother was submissive. Her mate was decent, but not strong enough to take on Ari. Or willing to risk it. 

“I will see when the time comes. Perhaps I will leave before it. And there are other ways.”

“I will not let you. If you mate with someone else I will challenge them. And they will lose. Their death will be on your conscience.”

There, he said it. The possessiveness so clear in his voice. His body tense, like he was ready to spring into action. 

“You would kill the man I choose to be with? And you wonder why I hate you?” You told him with contempt in your tone. “Perhaps I wasn't even talking about mating another. Perhaps if I can't leave, I will make sure you won't ever have me. There are ways. And I'm not afraid to die.”

“You would kill yourself?” he was surprised. Offended even. 

You shrugged, “There's things worse than death.”

“Any woman would be proud to be chosen!”

“Then pick one of them. I do not want you.” You snapped. “And I did not come here to talk about you or me, in any capacity. I came to talk about my brother.”

“And I have already made judgement. He will stand in front of the pack and he will fight me. There's nothing you will say to change what is already decided.”

It was ridiculous. To have a boy fight a grown man, three heads taller than him. He would never win. It was a joke of a trial.

“He can not beat you! Show some kindness, if you have any” you snarled. 

“You always say I don't have any,” he lazily replied.

“I will never forgive you for this,” you growled. 

“I'm sure I can manage your hatred after all these years of it,” he said, like he was already bored of the conversation. “It won't change a thing.”

“We will see,” you mumbled. You turned to walk away, but he called you back. 

“Kneel.”

You froze, but you knew you had to. Your knees touching the ground beneath you fluently. Head down. Respectful. How you resented it.

“See, you can listen,” he told you amusedly. “If only you did it more often.”

You kept quiet. He was taunting you, and you were done with this conversation. You waited till he dismissed you, and quickly left his residence. 

Your mother was holding back tears, yet you did not pity her. She was supposed to watch him, teach him. And most of all, protect him. Did she even try to reason with Ari? You had doubts. She would weep and grieve, but was she willing to give up her life? Not without permission from him. How pathetic. 

You knew the pack needed to listen to its leader. It was how it was done. But surely, for a child, rules were meant to bend. 

You watched Mico as he sat trembling with fear, waiting for the moment he was called. 

He wouldn't run. Going out there alone, especially at his age, meant death. And perhaps a prolonged one. 

You laid a hand on his head and bend down. 

“Do not fear him. I will be there and I'm not going to let him hurt you.” You told him softly, a whisper only he could hear. 

“You can't go against him,” he told you. Eyes big with tears. So young still. And such a burden to carry. 

“It will be alright. You're my little brother. I will always look after you.”

He threw his arms around you and silently cried in your arms. You let him let it out until he tired himself out, falling asleep on your shoulder, completely exhausted from the last 24 hours. 

Andy would have never put him through this. He was gentler. Fierce in his own way, but he was reasonable. Ari didn't care. He only cared about the respect he got from the group. 

So at night, you gathered.

It was a solemn mood. You all knew what was going to happen. The whole pack was there, staring at their leader and the boy next to him, waiting for him to speak.

Ari straightened and raised his voice, letting it carry, even to the ones standing at the back. “We all know what happened. We all know the punishment for stealing from your Alpha! It is nothing less than death!”

A murmur rose in the crowd, affirmative, but sad. No one wanted to see a kid die. They all saw Mico as one of them, it could've been their child, if they didn't pay attention. They all were reminded to watch their children's every move. To prevent them from having to stand out there, awaiting the execution. It was a harsh lesson. 

You ignored your mother's teary eyes and rough breathing. She had not once interfered. Your lip pulled up in a disgusted snarl. You would never look at her the same after this. When your father died there might never be a close bond with her again, especially not because she seemed intent to move on quickly. But her child… you couldn't believe, even now, she did nothing. 

“It is one of our oldest rules and must be respected. Before dawn his life will end. It can be a swift death” at this Ari turned to Mico, almost amusedly before he continued. “Unless you wish to fight me for it?!”

You growled, fist balling at the mockery of that question. Even if he had changed the sentence, something you had been surprised about, it was still death. If he accepted, his life would end swiftly, fight Ari, and his death would be brutal and it would happen slow. 

“I challenge you!” You raised your voice. 

Some people gasped, others just turned to look at you. 

Your mother mumbled “no!”, but you ignored her, as well as her hand that tried to prevent you from stepping forward.

“My life, or yours, for his.” You said while you marched forward. “Either way, he lives.”

You saw a moment of surprise in his eyes, it didn't last long. He still had that amused smile on his face. “You, little one? You wished to fight me.”

You wished him dead. 

“Yes, instead of him. It is law.”

“It is.” He watched you with dark eyes, thinking. “But I do not wish to fight you.”

‘You will’, you thought, ‘you have to’. “I have challenged you!”

“And I decline,” he shrugged. “Your death would be meaningless. Honorable perhaps, but utterly useless. No. A fight will not happen. But there is a way to settle this.”

You didn't like hearing that. Ari could be callous if he wanted to be, and you hadn't counted on him denying you this fight. 

“He stole the Mating Necklace. The oldest relic we have, passed down generations, only for the Pack's Alpha to gift for his chosen mate. Will it not be fair then, if I'm gifted something in return? The necklace for a bride?”

You swallowed, you knew what he was trying to do. This had not been the plan. You had expected him to take your offer. You hadn’t expected to win, he was too strong, but you were fierce, you would have made it difficult, and you would have had purpose. In a way, you would have had freedom. 

Everyone seemed to like the idea however. What a great way to end this horrible ordeal. The child would live, and their Alpha would finally have a mate. Perhaps soon there would be another celebration if the Union would be fruitful. 

You felt the excitement go through the group. The energy almost touchable. 

You started sweating, eyes darting around, before finally settling on the trees nearby. You had no chance to make a run for it now. Ari was watching you intensely. Like he expected you to. He would make chase. He would not hold back.

It was like he said; he would not let you leave. 

“What will it be, hmm? Your brother’s life, or yours?”

You took a step to lash out, to trigger a fight, but your brother piped up quickly, reading you like a book. “I will die. Please, I will. It's okay.”

He only looked at you, and it broke you. Freezing where you stood, you could only look back. He was trying to protect you. And that most of all settled it. You could not lose him, and you had no other options. 

“I accept,” you whispered.

There was a cheer, but you ignored it. People were crowding you, congratulating, touching, laughing, you did not care. You knew your life would not be yours. 

Your eyes broke contact with your brother in the jostle of the excitement of others. 

You still saw Ari though, his smile wide with satisfaction and victory. 

He had what he wanted for so long. 

[biteofcherry]

Friday night plans?

Nick returning to his apartment to find you (his captive) dancing around, drinking his most expensive booze straight from the bottle

going down on Steve while he's on the phone with Bucky

alternatively, playing with yourself while Steve's on the phone with Bucky

watching something crappy with Lloyd and judging any supposed "chemistry" on the screen and hot scenes

annoyed with Ari staying too long at the bar, you dress up and attempt a full on Ugly Coyote (attempt, because obviously he's gonna intervene)

[bigtreefest]

tragic news, ari is a bad dilf that would trigger me (a child of a workaholic asian dad)

... he hot tho 🤡

Accompanying tragic news, Ari would trigger me (as the child of a rarely present Asian dad)

….bestie, I hate to say this, but I think there’s a reason we find him to be daddy type hot

[evansbby]

"I CAN DO ANYTHING BY MYSELF I DONT NEED YOUR HELP" Y/N and "I'll always be here to help you, my Princess" Ari

Oooh yes, just your beefy older boyfriend Ari who knows you’re just so helpless and babie but you try and act all tough!!! But really, you just need daddy’s help. From simple things like reaching the bag of flour that’s kept in the top cabinet (you try to climb up on the counter to get it but Ari gently lifts you off and gives you a kiss on the cheek and tells you how dangerous it is for babies like you to be climbing up on counters, and he says that he’ll always be there to help you 🥺 or you try and tell him that you don’t need him and you’re independent and you get all bratty and Ari just smiles and shakes his head bc he’s used to you being like this. But later, when he’s got you in bed and teetering on your fifth orgasm of the night, and you’re so needy and cockdrunk, and he asks you: “So tell me, sweet baby, do you need daddy after all?” And you’re soooo dumbed down at this point that you’re like “y-y-yeah… need my daddy” 😭😭🥺 and Ari hugs you close to his broad hairy chest while he fingers you until you squirt, all the while stroking your hair like, “I know, baby. Daddy knows.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[gummydummy19]

I dont think you guys understand how bad I need to see the meanest roughest daddiest mf be so uncharacteristically gentle and soft I DONT THINK YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND I GENUINELY DONT

[cowboycherry]

he’s so so gorgeous omg

no thoughts just wet Ari

[onsunnyside]

We need more of toxic bf!Ari !!!!!!!! I know I shouldn’t, but your honour I’m in love with him 😭

me is sensing a "one glance was all it took" type of thing: sure you were on the arm of some other guy but that isn't going to stop him. so he asks to buy you a drink, but you're quick to deny and mention your date.

"Is that him over there?" Ari feels delighted at the heartbroken expression on your face. You let out a small gasp at the sight of your date tucked in a booth with another woman, his arm around her shoulders as he leans close.

He's been asking you out for weeks and the one time you say yes, he ditches you for someone else. It's safe to say your confidence has plummeted to the ground.

"C'mon, you deserve to have some fun too." The stranger touches your hand lightly, blue eyes kind and soft, "don't let him ruin your night. Especially when you look like this."

[biteofcherry]

Alpha Ari would kick Alpha Lloyd's ass. But what about Alpha Steve vs Alpha Ari? 😎 Who would win?

Hell no! I'm not doing that! 😂 I'm not picking a fave, most powerful dick, LOL

Alpha!Steve and Alpha!Ari would never fight, because they are living in different universes. Ari can turn into a fucking wolf. He's a shifter alpha. Steve has military/special ops background. But in Steve's world a/b/o designations come with certain traits, but it's not about turning into an actual wolf/werewolf.

However, both of them would kick Lloyd's ass 😎

[moonmistt]

my goodness i love this universe and i am loving the dynamic between ari and reader 🫶🏻

I had a trucker Ari thought, but a funny one. You know how truckers communicate via radio. And this one trip Ari is on the radio with some other trucker and it's a completely mundane conversation, but you chime in with some advice (maybe about how to get rid of stains, or what to get his wife for anniversary, or something). Next thing Ari knows is you're having buddy talks with other truckers, as if it was some damn slumber party 😆

But, since Ari is ARI, he's gonna make sure the other truckers know that you're his devoted, dumb cumslut. He's gonna make you scream, while the radio is on and everyone hears your cries and how you beg him for more.

Eva!!! i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this but it's only because you inspired an idea that i loved so much i wanted to turn it into a fic that introduced even more characters to my trucker au...and then it got a little long 😅 and a lot filthy 😈

trucker friends

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

additional characters: trucker!Jake Jensen, dark trucker!Andy Barber, dark trucker!Lee Bodecker (also mentioned: dive bar owner!Curtis Everett, strip club owner!Ransom Drysdale and tattoo artist!Lloyd Hansen)

summary: you overhear your trucker talking to his friends on his CB radio and accidentally join the conversation. of course, Ari needs to make sure his friends know exactly who you belong to and what a good little whore you can be for him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, exhibitionism, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, sadism/masochism, choking, face slapping, rough breast/nipple play, rough body play, dacryphilia, dirty talk, heavy degradation, some praise, daddy kink, possessive sex, possessive behavior, pet names (sweetheart, baby), tiny bit of aftercare, improper use of a CB radio, a mean hot man (with mean/nice hot friends)

word count: 5.8k

a/n: i started writing this before i wrote trucker andy's proper introduction so it's set before he meets his bunny!!

trucker king masterlist

“Fellas, I’m in love!”

The unfamiliar voice crackling through the CB radio filled Ari Levinson’s truck cab. It startled you awake from the light doze you’d fallen into while lounging on the bed in the back. Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, seeing it was nighttime and the highway was quiet beyond Ari’s big rig.

You looked toward your trucker in the front seat in time to see Ari flicking a switch on the radio that you hadn’t seen him touch before—except to turn it off. It must’ve been a setting that allowed him to respond to the voice with his hands free, because Ari spoke up without holding the mic.

“You’re always in love, Jensen,” Ari grumbled in response to the other man’s declaration. Even from the back of the cab, though, you could see a hint of an amused smile tugging up the corner of Ari’s mouth. 

“Let the kid have his fun, Levinson,” said another, lighter voice through the radio. This one was plainly amused by both Jensen’s enthusiasm and Ari’s grumpiness. There was a practiced kindness in his tone when he asked, “Who’s the lucky girl, Jake?”

The way all the men talked to each other spoke to a friendliness you hadn’t seen between Ari and anyone else yet, and your interest was piqued. You’d thought your trucker lived an entirely lonely existence, and that was why he’d taken you and kept you. 

But since you were thinking about it, you realized you’d heard voices come from the CB a few times since you’d been living in Ari’s rig with him. He’d always flicked the switch to turn the radio off, though, and you’d thought nothing of it. However, as you listened to your trucker interact over the radio with an easy familiarity, you began to suspect he’d been deliberately keeping this side of his life secret from you. 

It only made you ravenous to learn more about these truckers Ari seemed to be friends with, so you stayed still and quiet. You had a hunch that the only reason Ari had responded to Jake Jensen’s proclamation was because he thought you were sleeping, so you pretended you were still asleep and listened in on the conversation, not caring if it was an invasion of privacy.

“I don’t actually know her name,” Jake admitted after a long pause. Even through the radio, you could hear the sheepishness in his voice, and the wry smile on his face. “Or what she looks like.”

Your face scrunched in a look of confusion even though you knew no one could see it as you turned Jake’s words over in your mind. You were so perplexed and curious, a question popped out of your mouth before you could stop it. 

“How’s that even possible?”

Ari’s head whipped around, surprise passing over his features, before his mouth pressed into a firm line. It was clear he wasn’t happy and you winced at giving yourself away so quickly. But then you opened your eyes wide, giving him your best wounded puppy look and hoping it conveyed that you were simply curious about his life. 

The muscle in Ari’s jaw worked as he ground his teeth together, his eyes flaring with annoyance, but he turned back to the road. Though not without an unhappy grumble. 

You weren’t sure what exactly Ari was unhappy about—you learning about his other trucker friends on the radio or them learning about you—until the silence stretched uncomfortably in the truck cab. 

Ari’s hands tightened on the wheel of his rig, the leather squeaking in protest and you realized he was waiting for the other men’s reactions to your question, your voice, your mere presence in his rig. 

It occurred to you, too late, that perhaps Ari had a good reason to keep you secret from the other truckers in his life, though you couldn’t think of what it could be.

Then, all at once, a barrage of questions came through the CB from a variety of voices. 

“Who was that, Levinson?” 

“Was that a girl in Levinson’s rig?”

“Are you holding out on us, Levinson?”

“Am I the only one who didn’t know Levinson got himself a girl? Oh, I guess not.”

The onslaught of questions was overwhelming and they weren’t even aimed at you. You tried to focus on their voices, picking out that the last comment had come from Jake, and another was the amused man who’d good-naturedly told off Ari for grumbling at Jake.

All at once, it dawned on you that perhaps Ari had kept you secret from his friends to avoid this inquisition. When you glanced at your trucker, his expression was darker than a storm cloud—uncomfortable and irritated—and you became all the more certain you were right.

You’d never had much family and the family you did have had never been particularly interested in your business, but you suspected the onslaught of inquiries from Ari’s CB radio was what someone with a big, nosy family would face. You’d gathered that you and Ari were similar in that you weren’t close to your families, so you figured he was just as overwhelmed as you were, which was making him increasingly annoyed and angry.

“Tell us about your girl, Levinson,” came a sneering new voice. This one was mean—meaner even than Ari when he was at his meanest. “Or we’ll start thinking you accidentally hit play on whatever porn you were jacking off to.”

The leather of the steering wheel under Ari’s hands creaked as he squeezed it tightly, like he was thinking about wringing someone’s neck. You weren’t sure if he was imagining the man on the other end of the radio or your own delicate neck between his big hands, but inexplicably, you felt warmth bloom in the depth of your belly. It was so strong, you pressed your thighs together against a low ache. 

You’d been reading one of your smutty books on the bed, wearing one of Ari’s soft t-shirts and nothing else, so there was nothing in the way of your arousal making a mess of your thighs. The thought of Ari’s hand wrapping around your neck and choking you while you sat on his cock popped into your mind, stoking the flames of the fire that had been lit by your book.

Ari’s voice, harsh and mean, brought you back to the present conversation between him and his trucker friends.

“She’s just a stray I picked up,” Ari growled, glancing over his shoulder at you, something unreadable in his eyes—like he was lying and wanted to see if you bought it. 

You didn’t. You knew you were more than just a stray to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. You suspected he saw as much in your expression because he turned back to the road with a sneer on his face. 

“I made her suck my cock for a ride, but decided to keep her—she keeps my dick warm on long hauls.”

A low, appreciative whistle came through the radio from one of the men on the channel, but it was immediately followed by a scoff from someone else.

“Shut the fuck up, Levinson, no she doesn’t,” came the amused voice, though it sounded more exasperated than anything else. You could easily imagine the man on the other end rolling his eyes as your trucker.

“Ya want me to prove it, Barber?” Ari taunted in an arrogant, condescending tone.

Before the man on the radio could respond, Ari turned to you, his blue eyes narrowed and mean as he jerked his head toward the front seats. 

“Get up here, fucktoy,” he growled in his cruelest tone. “Put that slutty cunt to good use and show the boys what an obedient little cock whore you are.” Ari’s voice brooked no room for argument, but you wouldn’t have argued anyway.

As fast as you could, you scrambled up off the bed in the back and slid eagerly into Ari’s lap. Your pussy was already pulsing and dripping from the disrespectful way Ari spoke to you, and the prospect of sitting on his cock while he was driving and his friends were listening only turned you on more. 

You’d had plenty of practice straddling Ari’s lap in the driver’s seat of his truck, leaning against the window so you didn’t block his view of the road while you undid his pants. But you were so excited, the desire thrumming through your veins so distracting, that your fingers fumbled over the button of Ari’s pants. It took you a moment to get them undone, and another to work the zipper down enough that you could reach inside and pull out his cock.

“Chop, chop, cumslut,” Ari drawled rudely, shifting back in his seat to give you more room to maneuver. When you glanced up at him, an arrogant smirk curved his lips, which only made him look even more handsome in your eyes. “I told you to sit on my dick, not give me a handy—so get to it.” 

The glare Ari gave you was a warning, one that had a shiver racing down your spine and an embarrassing amount of wetness gathering between your thighs. You knew he was being ruder and meaner because his friends were listening, and it was so hot, it nearly made you moan wantonly, but you bit your lip against it and nodded. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, just for his ears. 

You were desperate to get Ari’s cock inside you, so you quickly planted your knees on either side of him on the wide driver’s seat and lined up the head of his cock with your soaking wet cunt. So focused on Ari and what you were doing, you nearly startled when a voice crackled through the CB radio. 

“Jesus, Levinson,” the man called Barber cursed. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

“C’mon, Andy, we all knew Ari was a real bastard,” Jake quipped, his grin clear in his tone of voice. 

“Nah, that’s how cunts should be talked to,” another voice chimed in, the mean one that had accused you of being porn.

“Ah, fuck off with your weird, sleazy bullshit, Bodecker,” the man named Andy shot back. 

While the men bickered on the radio, you lowered yourself slowly on Ari’s cock, taking his thick length inside you one inch at a time. No matter how many times Ari fucked you, the feeling of him first sliding in was glorious, his fat cock stretching your tight little hole better than anything you’d ever felt. 

“So big, daddy,” you gasped, so quietly you were certain the other truckers couldn’t hear you over their own squabbling. But Ari heard you perfectly, one of his hands letting go of the steering wheel to pat your ass and spur you on.

“Louder, kiddo,” your trucker purred in your ear, spanking your ass hard and making you cry out. “Let ‘em hear all your slutty sounds, sweetheart.” His command had scorching desire licking down your spine to settle in your belly, making you shiver against the heat it stoked in your core.

Nodding eagerly, you shoved yourself down on the rest of Ari’s cock, letting your head fall back as the sting of his big cock stretching your cunt morphed into blissful pleasure. A loud moan tumbled past your lips unbidden, filling the cab of your trucker’s rig with the obscene sound and drowning out the still bickering men on the radio. 

By the time you sucked in a breath and took note of your surroundings, the other truckers had gone quiet.

“Fuck,” came Jake’s strained response, his voice lower and rougher than you’d heard it throughout the entire conversation. “How’s she feel, Levinson?”

Ari chuckled, sounding entirely self-satisfied. “Tight—her cunt’s gripping my cock like a vise,” he rumbled, leaning his head back against the driver’s seat, staring over your shoulder at the road. 

Him acting like you weren’t even there, like your body really was just a toy for him to use made you clench around him, your pussy dripping even more arousal down his length. He laughed again at your reaction, the smirk on his face deepening.

“She’s so fucking wet, boys, like you wouldn’t believe,” Ari went on, his deep voice rolling over you like warm sunshine and making you shiver with pleasure. “Her cunt juice is soaking my sac—I’ll probably make ‘er lick ‘em clean later, after I’ve drained my balls in her.”

“Christ,” came Andy’s hoarse reaction to Ari’s words. 

“That’s a useful cunt ya got there, Levinson,” said the man called Bodecker. “Makes me want a bitch of my own to keep my fat dick warm until I breed ‘er.”

A pleased smile spread across your face as you reveled in the reactions you were getting from Ari’s friends.

“Oh yeah, she’s useful alright,” Ari rumbled.

“Thank you, daddy,” you murmured in a sultry voice, tipping your head up enough to catch the eye of your trucker. “Just wanna be your useful cock slave.” 

A chorus of tortured groans sounded from the radio at your words, making you preen in satisfaction. When you looked at Ari to see his reaction, you could see pride sparkling in the depths of his eyes, which made your heart warm. Leaning in, you buried your face in Ari’s neck, kissing and licking and nipping at his skin because you couldn’t contain yourself when it came to your trucker.

He pressed his palm flat to your lower back beneath your shirt, the gesture possessive and comforting in equal measure. Ari’s voice was warm and arrogant as he addressed his friends, who were still grumbling and groaning about how perfect you sounded and how badly they wanted girls of their own to keep them company and keep their cocks warm.

“Alright, alright, settle down, all of you,” Ari rumbled good-naturedly to the men on the CB. His hand on your lower back gently stroked over your skin like you were his precious little pet. “I seem to remember my woman asking how Jensen met his new girl.”

You’d been focused on sucking a hickey into Ari’s neck, but at his comment, you perked up, turning your head toward the CB radio like that would help you hear Jensen’s explanation for why he was in love with a girl whose name he didn’t know and whom he’d never even seen.

“Oh yeah!” Jake jumped in excitedly, sounding exactly like an eager puppy wanting to show off his new toy. “You know that strip club off Route 66 by Everett’s bar—the one with the glory holes in the back room?”

“Mhm,” Ari grunted in acknowledgement, his affirmation joining the others.

You lifted your head and cut your eyes to your trucker, jealousy spiking through your heart so fierce it nearly took your breath away. You didn’t like the idea of Ari going to some glory hole to get off with some random girl. Though you suddenly realized it explained his predilection to that specific porn category.

One night, Ari had shown you glory hole porn—his favorite videos of girls on their knees, jerking off and sucking anonymous cocks through a hole in the wall—because he’d wanted to see if it would turn you on. 

It did. In fact, you’d gotten so wet, Ari had teased you mercilessly for being just as dirty and depraved as him. Then he’d fucked you hard and rough, making you watch video after video of girls choking on random cocks. 

It had been a fun night, but thinking about Ari actually going to a glory hole to get his cock sucked made you see red, and your hands curled possessively in the lapels of his flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned over his bare chest. You clung to him so tightly, it was like a part of you was worried he was going to drop you for some glory hole girl right that moment. 

Ari noticed your reaction and laughed, amused at your jealousy. But he ducked forward and murmured quietly just for you to hear, “Had to get my dick wet somehow.” His big palm patted your ass, the gesture patronizing, but possessive, which had you relaxing a little. “Didn’t always have my own personal cock whore taking care of me.”

You grinned proudly, Ari’s words washing away the anger and jealousy you’d felt only moments before. Carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of Ari’s neck, you rolled your hips, rocking yourself on your trucker’s hard length and making him grunt with pleasure. 

A light smack to your ass stilled your movements, and you remembered you were supposed to be listening to Jensen’s story. Thankfully, the truckers had gotten distracted talking about the strip club, which was run by some guy named Drysdale.

“Anyway,” Jake cut in, his voice impatient as he started talking over the others. “There’s a girl there with the sweetest mouth.” The man’s tone turned dreamy as he talked about his girl and you couldn’t help but smile. “She said I had the fattest, prettiest dick she’s ever seen,” he explained. “And she gave me a blowie so good, I saw stars—fucking stars, fellas.”

Ari’s chuckle and your giggle joined the laughter emanating from the radio at Jake’s pronouncement. You didn’t know the man nearly as well as Ari or the other truckers did, but you were starting to understand that Jake was exactly the kind of guy to get some good head and think he was in love. You almost felt bad for the girl, except Jake seemed sweet, which might be exactly what the girl needed in her life.

“You would fall for some glory hole whore’s cheap tricks, Jensen,” Bodecker sneered, his voice cold and mean. He snorted derisively—you just knew the ruthless sound came from that man—and went on, “She probably told you that so you’d give her a big tip, and I bet you did exactly that.”

“Fuck you, Lee, she remembered me by name when I want back,” Jake said defensively. “She told me she was happy to see me—and my cock.” The man spluttered through his fury and you had to appreciate that even when he was angry, he sounded cute. “When was the last time a girl was happy to see your cock, Bodecker?” 

The man named Lee growled while Andy jumped in with a placating, “C’mon guys,” but it was clear the truckers were seconds away from getting nasty, so you spoke up loudly, trying to drown out the others.

“I think she sounds nice.”

There was a beat of silence, then Lee scoffed, “It’s no surprise you think so—takes a whore to know a whore.”

“Shut the fuck up, Bodecker,” Ari growled, his voice lashing through the truck cab like a whip. “Did I give you permission to talk to my woman like that?”

It surprised you, the vehemence with which Ari defended you, and your heart fluttered so violently in your chest, you thought for a second that something was actually wrong with you. But the rest of your body had an even more visceral reaction to Ari’s snarled words, your cunt clenching hard around his cock and your fingers clinging desperately to the hair at the nape of his neck. 

You knew Ari said much worse things to you than what Lee had said, but the fact that your trucker wouldn’t let anyone else treat you the way he did made you realize he cared about you much more than he let on.

Forgetting that Ari was still driving, you leaned up and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss. It only lasted a second before Ari nipped at your lip and pulled away to watch the road, cutting his eyes to you with a quelling look. 

But you wouldn’t be quelled. Need and desperation for your trucker were welling up inside you. It felt like a wild thing was possessing you, the need to show Ari how grateful you were for him, for everything he did for you, for the way he stood up for you to his friend. Your hips began rocking on his lap almost of their own accord while you stared into your trucker’s handsome face.

Meanwhile, the conversation on the CB radio continued, the other truckers not knowing how Ari’s furious defense had affected you.

“I’m with Levinson’s girl, she sounds like a keeper, Jake,” Andy said, his voice low and gruff. “I’d give anything for an eager little bunny to suck my cock right now.” He groaned in a filthy way that made you think he was touching himself, which only turned you on more, a new gush of arousal coating Ari’s cock beneath you.

Your hips rolled faster and you moaned low in your throat at the feeling of Ari’s stiff length rubbing against your inner walls. You tried to spread your legs wider so you could force yourself down further on his cock, but there wasn’t any room on the driver’s seat and you whined pathetically.

Ari chuckled, his firm palm pressing against your lower back to still you. With his other hand, he flipped on his turn signal, merging into the lane to exit the freeway. 

“Can’t help ya with that, but I can give you boys a different kind of entertainment,” Ari suggested, his voice casual and good-natured, like he was offering to host a respectable get together at his place. However, you knew your trucker well enough to know he had something much filthier in mind. 

It seemed the others knew him well, too, because there was a chorus of voices urging him on.

Ari grinned smugly as he maneuvered the big rig into the parking lot of a strip mall just off the interstate, parking away from other cars, giving the two of you as much privacy as he could. Once the truck was parked, Ari wasted no time, bringing a hand up to wrap around the front of your throat, holding you in his tight grip while he stared into your eyes.

“Beg me to hurt you,” Ari ordered, his voice a menacing growl. “Beg me, cock slut.” 

Wetness already soaked Ari’s cock and yet your body still found more to leak until your cunt was flooded and you were nearly whining with need. Your hips moved in idle little rolling motions as you opened your mouth to follow Ari’s order as obediently as you always did.

“Levinson,” Andy hissed, a warning in his tone, like he was about to tell off your trucker for being so mean to you. But you only smiled, staring into Ari’s eyes as you spoke over the other man.

“Slap my face, daddy,” you whimpered pathetically, squirming desperately in his lap, feeling his cock shift deep inside your pussy and needing more, so much more. “Please, slap me—make it hurt, daddy, please!” 

The loud cracking sound of Ari’s palm connecting with your cheek ricocheted through the cab of his rig before the searing sting of the hit zinged through your body. Pain devolved into warm pleasure and an obscene moan fell from your lips, your cunt squeezing around Ari’s cock where he was lodged deep inside you. 

“Thank you, daddy!” you cried out, lifting yourself up Ari’s length before sliding back down. Your words dissolved into a moan as you started riding your trucker, fucking him hard and fast, slamming your body down on his cock so hard you could feel the end of him battering against your cervix, which only made you clench around him more. 

“That shouldn’t be so fucking hot,” Andy groaned, sounding like he was in pain. 

You were certain he was touching himself, rubbing his cock to the sound of Ari hurting you and feeling guilty about it. Something about that just turned you on more, and you moaned louder, putting on a little bit of a show for Ari’s trucker friends.

“I think I’m gonna come in my pants,” Jake huffed, his tone filled with awe. There were other grunts coming from the CB radio that you thought might be Bodecker, or whoever else was in the channel. 

You smirked smugly, and caught Ari’s eye. He was grinning broadly, a sparkle of pride in his gaze as he stared at you. Between the words of his friends and the way he was looking at you, you felt emboldened, so you tugged your shirt up, baring your body to your trucker’s greedy gaze.

“Abuse my tits, daddy,” you cried on a gasp, still fucking yourself hard on Ari’s cock as you begged for more. “Hurt me, please—I’m your filthy little fucktoy, daddy, use me however you want, please, please, please!”

A ferocious snarl tore from Ari’s mouth as he surged forward, shoving you back against the steering wheel with his hand around your neck, giving himself plenty of room to do exactly as you’d begged. 

“Gonna make you scream, kiddo,” Ari rumbled, a fierce intensity glimmering in his blue eyes. His big hand groped and slapped your tits, the sound of his palm connecting with your skin ringing through the cab and in your ears. “Let daddy’s friends hear how good he fucks you—how good he hurts you.” Ari’s fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make you shriek, tears springing to your eyes and trickling down your cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it, cry for me, baby—you know how hard daddy gets when you cry on his cock.”

Ari’s encouragement only made you sob, tears streaming down your face while he took over fucking you, his hips shoving up from the seat to bury his fat cock in your cunt over and over again. It was too much and perfect all at once and all you could was babble while your trucker showered you in glorious pain and overwhelming bliss.

“Oh god, daddy, daddy,” you whimpered, your words barely audible through your helpless moans of pleasure.

Your trucker liked that, a ferocious grin spreading across his face as he slapped your tits harder, tugging roughly on your nipples to make you cry out and sob some more. “That’s a good cock slut,” he rumbled in a patronizing tone. “Let ‘em hear who you belong to, sweetheart.”

Both your hands wrapped around the forearm pinning you to the steering wheel, not trying to stop Ari, but holding on for dear life as pain and pleasure swirled in a mind-blowing cacophony inside your body. The most pathetic sounds were coming from your mouth, desperate mewls and sobbing moans.

Ari had taken control of your body entirely, torturing your tits and nipples, choking your throat lightly so he didn’t cut off the sounds you were making, and fucking up into your cunt. His cock was so big and thick, driving into your tight hole like he meant to split you in half. Every time his cock battered against your cervix, you squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, all of the sensations swirling together into a tight knot of ecstacy at the center of your being. 

All you could do was cling to Ari and babble, “Thank you, daddy, thank you, daddy—oh god, Ari, ‘m gonna come.”

Your trucker laughed meanly, which only made your pussy flutter helplessly around his thick cock. Using his hand wrapped around your throat, he dragged you close so he was right in your face, his expression twisted in fury and desire, the way it always was when he fucked you.

“Ya gonna come, cock whore?” he asked mockingly, his tone filled with fake sympathy. “Gonna come all over your filthy trucker’s cock while his filthy trucker friends hear how desperately you love being used and abused like a pathetic little fucktoy?”

“Yes, daddy, yes—god, yes!” You loved the way he talked to you with his cock deep in your cunt, and the fact that his friends could hear how much you loved it only made it hotter. Your inner walls were quivering with your impending release, and you could tell it would be devastating. You could feel the scream building in your lungs.

“Do it, kiddo,” Ari growled, his voice low and filthy and so fucking perfect in your ear. His palm skimmed down over your belly until his thumb found your clit. He rubbed the sensitive little nub in tight, ruthless circles. “Come all over daddy’s cock—scream for me, baby.”

The scream that tore from your throat was piercing and pure, the sound sharp and sweet even to your own ears, a sign of the absolute pleasure surging through your body. When you came, the knot in your center unfurled into wave after wave of bliss, the sensations so overwhelming, your body trembled violently. Ari’s tight grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you from jerking off his cock.

He grunted his own pleasure, still fucking you through your release. “Good cock sleeve, good fucktoy, good girl, baby,” Ari purred, losing himself in your body. The hand not wrapped around your throat grabbed your waist, holding you steady as he rutted into your cunt from below.

A moment later, the squeezing of your body tipped him over the edge and he groaned loudly, losing himself in your cunt. His hand on your waist pulled you down hard on his lap, until his cock was buried to the hilt and his come was erupting right against your cervix.

Desperate little whimpers and mewls spilled from your lips as you dragged out your release, rocking your hips on Ari’s cock and milking his length for every drop of come. He pulled you close, pressing you flush against his chest, your skin against his where his flannel shirt was unbuttoned, his chest hair soft against your aching nipples. You buried your hands in his thick hair, letting out a sob of relief as you collapsed into your trucker’s arms.

Ari shifted in his seat, leaning back so you were both more comfortable, the two of you enjoying the feeling of his softening cock still lodged in your pussy. Your trucker ran his hand down your spine, petting you in a way that was both possessive and appreciative. You hummed happily in response, your cheek pillowed on his beefy chest.

“That enough entertainment for you assholes?” Ari asked in a deep, languid voice. His question reminded you of his friends who were still listening in on the CB radio. 

It occurred to you that you should feel shy or embarrassed, but you only felt entirely satisfied. And you hoped that your performance had satisfied all of Ari’s trucker friends, too. The idea of them stroking their dicks—of them coming all over their hands—to the sound of you being fucked made your cunt squeeze tightly around Ari’s softened cock. 

“You’re livin’ the dream, man,” Jake said a little dreamily. His tone had a distinctly sated warmth to it, and you were fairly certain he’d either come in his pants like he’d said or had stroked himself to completion. “Can’t wait to get back to my girl and see what she sounds like when I finally sink into her pretty pussy.”

“You’re delusional, Jensen,” Lee growled, his voice gruffer and more gravelly than it had been earlier in the conversation. Pride fluttered in your chest at the certainty that even the cruelest and meanest of Ari’s friends had gotten off to you. “That girl’s never gonna be yours.”

“Leave him alone, Bodecker,” Andy rumbled before huffing a sigh of pleasure. “Just ‘cause no girl wants to subject themselves to your mean mug doesn’t mean the rest of us are doomed to a permanent relationship with our hands.”

You buried your face in Ari’s neck, muffling a self-satisfied giggle—not at Andy’s words, but at the knowledge that he’d gotten himself off just like the others. Ari’s hand stroked down your spine again. He seemed pleased about his friends’ reactions to you as well, and you had to wonder how far his exhibitionist streak extended.

“What about you, Barber,” Jensen cut in, clearly trying to prevent the dig at Lee from escalating into something more nasty. “You got anyone in your sights?” 

“Not yet,” Andy said gruffly, like he was frowning. “But maybe soon.”

“I hope you find someone,” you murmured sleepily, hoping your voice carried to the radio so the other men could hear you. “I hope you all find someone—even Bodecker.”

There was a chorus of good-natured chuckles from the radio that made you smile and snuggle closer to Ari, taking advantage of the softness he allowed in the wake of his release. Ari’s hand stroked idly up and down your spine, warming your skin with his touch and helping you relax into him.

You dozed a little bit while the men continued chatting, the conversation swirling around you in a comforting hum of rumbling voices while you rested. After a little while, Ari said his goodbyes and switched off the radio, leaving the cab quiet save for your soft breaths and the steady drumming of your trucker’s heart beneath your cheek.

“Your friends are nice,” you whispered, still half asleep. You shifted your head, brushing a kiss to Ari’s neck, just beneath the line of his beard. Enjoying the rasp of his beard against your skin, you buried your face into its bushy warmth.

“Mm,” he hummed noncommittally.

“D’you ever meet up with the other truckers, and like hang out, or swap road stories?” you asked, genuinely interested. You were curious about everything when it came to Ari, and the short period after he came was the best time to ask him questions and actually get answers. 

“Sometimes,” he rumbled. “The bar near Drysdale’s strip club, Everett’s place—I go there sometimes to shoot the shit.” Ari’s voice was softening, his breaths evening out as he settled in for a nap before getting back on the highway. “I’ve known the owner—Curtis—a long time. His business partner Lloyd, too.”

You wanted to ask more about who Lloyd was, and whether he and Curtis were Ari’s best friends, or if the truckers on the CB were his closest friends. But Ari had fallen asleep and you didn’t want to wake him. He didn’t get much sleep and what sleep he did get was usually at odd hours. So you contented yourself with staying quiet while he rested.

You figured you’d learn more about Ari’s friends eventually, and maybe you’d even meet some of them. He had decided to keep you after all, and it only made sense that you’d learn more about his life outside the rig he drove—and that included meeting your trucker’s friends at some point.

You didn’t know at the time how right you were. But when Ari brought you to meet Curtis and Lloyd, you’d learn your trucker was into more than just letting his friends listen while he fucked you—he was also into using your body as payment for some favors from his friends.

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

[evansbby]

Does Chris evans still give u the ick

yeah bahahahah but it’s not really an ick it’s more like just the fact that I’m not attracted to him anymore at all which is valid bc like… yeah 😭😭

[steviebbboi]

Good For It

Pairing: Ari Levinson x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.1k~ (no idea how this happened) 🫣

Summary: Ari was deeply misunderstood by everyone except you. What happens when someone tries to hurt the one person he cares about the most?

Disclaimer: This is my submission for @stargazingfangirl18 writing challenge, "Siri's Birthday Bonenanza"~ Thank you to Siri for hosting this, and hoping that you all enjoy this as much I loved writing it :)

***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't demureeee~~~~

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; Mentions/threats of violence, mentions of drugging reader (not by Ari), mentions of sexual harassment (again, not by Ari), explicit language, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, angst, fluff, mentions of trauma, PTSD-like symptoms, Lumberjack!Ari, Veteran!Ari.

Prompts: Ari Levinson x F!Reader feat. Bryce Langley (not involved with Reader at all) + "The moment you or babe realize you’re in love with the other" + "Scary!babe is in love and a simp for you" + "Playful trolling/banter"

Quote Prompts: “Why can’t you just let yourself be loved?!” + “Goddamnit, will you just fucking let me do this for you?” + “You move an inch, and you’ll be sorry. + “Can you just…hold me, please?”

Trope Prompt: Scary, dangerous!babe who is only soft with you

Kink(s) Prompt: Size kink + Praise kink + Squirting + Manhandling +soft!dom (ish) + Possessive!babe + breeding (ish?)

Other kinks: mild choking, spanking, overstimulation (if I missed any TW, feel free to lmk)~

Rowdy laughter and the clinking of glasses came into earshot as you pushed the bar doors open. You greeted the bouncer as you usually did and gave a quick scan of the back of the bar. Once you found who you were looking for, you felt your lips quirk into a small smile as you headed toward the back.

Ari Levinson, the local town recluse with only four friends (including yourself and the bouncer-ish). He’s a retired military veteran and is known as “that weird, scary dude who lives alone up in the mountains.” To be fair, the town’s whispered descriptions of him were not entirely inaccurate.

You could feel the regular, daily stares coming in hot as you continued walking toward the back booths. Although you were used to it at this point, you could feel yourself becoming more tense as the whispers started to creep through.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you passed by one woman in particular who seemed to always let out a muttered comment under her breath—all synonymous with criticism that you never took lightly.

“Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’ll end up in the morgue someday.”

“He just has her wrapped around his finger, huh? Someone should say something.”

“You know he almost beat a guy to death a year ago. What is a sweet girl like her doing with a guy like him?”

“Nobody told her to leave the undesirables alone.”

Any and all comments surrounding Ari’s character felt crushing every time you heard them. In the beginning of your relationship with Ari, you used to cry yourself to sleep every night because some of the comments were so scathing. All these people were just judging you because you were with a person that you deeply cared about.

Ari would be there every night to soothe you (he didn’t care as much about what others said). He would wipe your tears by holding your face in his big hands and kiss you until you couldn’t remember what you were crying about in the first place.

See, there are things that people don’t know about Ari. They judged him based on his background and one incident at the mill. He was hulking over everyone at 6'5", his stature and demeanor a bit more closed off and quiet. When people tried to say hi to him, he would give them a small grunt and continue on his way. He wasn’t a small man by any means, emotionally or physically (of which, your size difference is something you both indulge in, in many ways).

The problem was that they only saw and perceived things from the surface. They didn’t see all of the qualities underneath that make him so desirable, wanted, and valuable to you. With Ari, you felt protected, safe, and secure in ways that you had never experienced before. You never felt disrespected by him in the slightest. People didn’t see that, even through his dark aimless stares or quiet mumbles and grumbles, he still cared and was incredibly kind.

One day, you were working furiously on your laptop as you sat on Ari’s couch. Your work was demanding, and more often than not, you would work your remote 9-to-5 job straight through without taking care of yourself. Ari only ever gazed at you with curiosity and never said anything about it. Although you could tell from his stare that he disapproved of your self-negligence. The next time you sat working, Ari placed some dinner on the coffee table in front of you. The smell of the hot, homemade food made your tummy rumble as you stopped typing after four hours of working nonstop to look up at him with surprise.

“Eat,” Ari said simply and reached out to stroke the exposed skin peeking out from underneath the blanket on top of you before heading back to the kitchen. You usually wouldn’t let anything get in the way of your work, but his act of care was so wholesome and precious that you stopped and ate the whole thing.

Ari came back once you were finished to sit down next to you under the blanket with a book. He made an effort to get comfortable by placing his large, calloused hand on your inner thigh underneath your now-shared afghan before getting back to his reading. You could only stare at him, astonished by how this beefy, quiet giant of a man managed to not only get you to pause your work but also make you eat (disrupting your chain of focus and habits was not an easy feat, just ask your ex-partners). He let out another deep grumble when you kissed his bearded cheek with a soft thank you as you put away your laptop and leaned into his shoulder to read with him.

It was then that you realized Ari, depicted as this scary, violent, tainted, isolated person, was deeply misunderstood.

It was also the moment that you realized you were deeply in love with him.

Coming out of your reverie, you let out the tension that had been carried in your chest as you saw your man start to turn as you finally approached the booth. Your soft smile turned into a genuine grin when your eyes met his. You greeted Sammy (his third friend) as you went to scoot next to Ari. You put an arm around him to give a gentle rub on his large back while giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. As usual, he gave you a quiet, deep mumble of acknowledgement but proceeded to put his muscular arm around you protectively, giving you the opportunity to place the hand that had been shoved to your side around his thick, jean-clad thigh.

“What are we talking about?” You engaged Sammy first, knowing that Ari would likely be more of an active listener, as he usually was.

Sammy and Ari were in service together, along with Rachel (the bartender and the fourth friend, completing the group). Ari was noticeably relaxed with them, as he was with you, but you had no idea how they got the man to talk. You heard stories of their time in active duty, but they never went beyond surface-level details. You knew Ari had done some dangerous work during his time in the military; he never really talked about it, but you could surmise that he was still recovering from it, especially since that incident a year ago.

“Oh, you know, same old, same old. Rachel threw beer on a guy who was trying to score free drinks by hitting on her,” Sammy said with a smirk.

You laughed freely. “Man, I wish I had been there to see it! Some newbie at the office messed something up, and who has to fix it? Me, of course.” You rolled your eyes and put a hand to your forehead to rub away the fatigue.

“Did you eat, baby?” Ari cut in quietly. You turned to meet his concerned gaze and gave him a soft smile with a rub to his knee. “Yes, honey. I was able to have my assistant run out to grab some grub. Don’t worry.”

He gave another affirmative grunt with a nod and shifted to hand you a beer that was hidden at the end of the table. You huffed out a quiet laugh before giving him one last squeeze on the knee before reaching for the drink gratefully. Of course, Ari had already gotten you a drink but only gave it to you after you gave your daily report. He was always looking after you.

“When are they going to gear up and give you that promotion?” Sammy asked, shaking his head.

You gave a despondent shake before sighing. “You know, they’re a small company. I think we’re understaffed as it is right now. That’s why these new hires keep making these small mistakes.”

“Aaaand that’s why they need to promote you to manager, to teach some sense into ‘em! Ari’s always sayin’ you’d be a great supervisor.” He replied with an encouraging smile.

Now you were the one letting out a small questioning mumble while looking down at your drink bashfully. You felt Ari stroke the back of your arm with a firm gentleness, and you knew it really meant, “Yes, you do deserve more.” 

This kind of touch was often a reminder for you to believe in yourself and that you deserved better things (a tough job for your ex-partners, you might add). Ari had seemingly broken a cycle for you, helping you genuinely care about yourself in a way you hadn’t before. (All the ways he protects you are just sickeningly cute, aren’t they?)

Bringing yourself back to the present, you gave Sammy a stronger “hm” in response and said, “I know. I mean, when will these bastards just wake up?”

Sammy gave a shout of laughter and a “hell yeah”  before giving you another supportive response. You turned to Ari briefly to give him another smile of appreciation, only to notice that he was already looking at you. But the glint in his eyes… you hadn’t seen that before. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Sammy announcing he was going back to the bar for another drink.

The two of you were now alone, just observing each other. A shiver ran down your spine at his piercing gaze as you asked quietly, “Everything okay, honey?”

At your reserved tone, Ari gave you a subtle, tilted smile. “I love you,” he said simply.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes widen at his surprise revelation. You knew that you loved Ari, maybe even before you realized it yourself. There were many ways the two of you showed your love and care for each other—from cooking food for each other to gentle caresses during more intimate moments. However, this was the first time either of you had ever said it out loud.

Now you were the one stumbling over your words, struggling to respond, swallowing thickly as you tried to say it back. It’s not that you felt you couldn’t, but the man had just revealed that he loved you, in a bar no less! The guy was usually full of grumbles, deep hums, and mumbles. You never would have expected him to reveal something so vulnerable and intimate in an environment like this. You figured your actions would be proof enough, and that was okay with you. You accepted that about Ari—you never expected him to actually say it.

At your floundering, Ari had a full-on smirk on his handsome face. He seemed to appreciate how the tables had turned. You stopped your mumbles once you saw his reaction to your shock and squinted your eyes in fake indignation. His smirk only grew wider, the glint you noticed earlier now turning into an affectionate mirth that you knew Ari reserved just for you.

“Damn him and his sexy, lumberjack hotness,” you thought to yourself. You and Ari both knew you loved it when he teased you like this. You pretended to be upset, but it was all part of how well the two of you bantered throughout your relationship.

Most of your relationship involved speaking in a language your friends couldn’t quite understand, which only played into the image of how polar opposites you two were. But you and Ari reveled in it, just like Ari was now. You were more embarrassed at being caught stumbling on your words, and felt the need to beat him in your little game. The man hadn’t even said anything in the past minute, and he was already winning. He knew how you felt about him; it was just fun for him to see you all flustered.

“HA– alright, Mr. Grumbles. I’m going to get us some more drinks. Did you want anything else?” you said begrudgingly while gathering your glasses to bring back to the bar.

“No, baby. Sammy said he was going to get us some, though.” Ari conceded his smirk (and victory). Speak of the devil, and he shall appear—Sammy came up behind you to slide back into the booth, but with only one drink in his hand. You and Ari stared at him and then looked back at the beer with questioning eyes.

Sammy got comfortable and noticed both of your stares only when he realized that nobody was talking. Glancing down at his own drink, then toward your empty glasses, and back to your amused stares again, he muttered abashedly, “You didn’t say I had to get you another drink too.”

You let out a small giggle and looked back at Ari again to repeat, “Did you want anything else, baby?”

Ari responded with the same amusement in his tone. “No, love.” He grinned back at you as he said the endearment, which only furthered your fake ire. You pouted your lips in playful anger and met his beguiled stare with your own before standing up from the booth.

As you gathered the empty glasses again, you saw Ari attempting to grab them from you as he also stood up from his seat.

“No– don’t worry, Ari. I’ve got it,” you reassured him, but he ignored you and responded only with a grunt. He proceeded to scoot out of the small booth, hunched over the table.

Letting the glasses go, you pressed down on Ari’s shoulders hard to shove him back into his seat. His eyes widened in surprise at the forceful touch as he sat back down, but you knew you hadn’t hurt him. If anything, he lurched back from you since he didn’t want to bump into you while attempting to get out.

“Goddammit, will you just fucking let me do this for you?” you scolded him in feigned anger. You grabbed the glasses quickly and scurried away before he could respond. You only heard him and Sammy laughing at your retreat before the chatter from the other end of the bar became more prominent as you approached.

Setting the two glasses down on an empty section of the bar top, you leaned over slightly to catch Rachel’s perceptive gaze. She nodded with a smile on her face as she made you two new drinks. Glancing around the rest of the bar with mild interest, you couldn’t help but reflect on Ari’s intimate reveal.

A smile spread onto your lips, and you let out a small laugh to yourself. You were in love with a man who communicated with short hums and grunts, and with only three words—he had unraveled you. You felt so happy in that moment to be with someone who could meet you where you were, for once.

At first, you were intimidated by the looming lumberjack, but as you got to know each other, you grew to understand that he didn’t need big, fancy words to connect with you. Ari was the kind of partner who was straightforward with you and never hid anything maliciously while still respecting the integrity of your relationship. You felt grateful to be a part of each other’s lives.

Floating mindlessly in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the man staring at you across the bar. You also didn’t notice him approaching until you heard him say, “Hey there, what are you smiling about, sweetheart?”

Glancing over, the giddiness you felt thinking about your relationship with Ari was now interrupted by feelings of annoyance and suspicion. “I’m good, thanks,” you responded dismissively, not even bothering to answer his question.

“Aw, c’mon—just wanna talk a bit. Hey, are you with anyone right now?” the guy persisted.

Looking at the intrusive person, you could tell he was a bit younger than you. His polo shirt was disheveled, and his demeanor seemed careless. If his side-swept hair wasn’t an indication of his immaturity, it was the way he reeked of alcohol and weed. A smug smile lifted on his face as he assumed you were checking him out, when in reality, you were trying to piece together how to shut this down and walk around him on your way back to the booth.

“Uh, I am. Just waiting for our drinks,” you answered shortly, hoping your dismissiveness would be enough to make him go away. Heckling men never seem to take the hint when you’re not interested, and it seems like telling them off only riles them up more.

“Well, if I were your friend, I certainly wouldn’t have let you come up here by yourself. There are some weirdos out here, y’know?” He leaned onto the bar and into you, his body too close for comfort. You leaned back and crossed your arms defensively.

“I’m sorry—let me? Listen, kid—you got one thing right: there are weirdos out here. Almost like some weirdos just don’t seem to get the hint when they’re harassing women who only want to be left alone by the bar.” You couldn’t hold in your snark as this misogynistic asshole seemed to only smile wider at your reactions.

“Right! That’s why you’re lucky I’m here, sweetheart. Considering that I’m being so helpful by giving you this piece of advice, I think that now makes us friends.” He laughed, ignoring your irritation.

“Everything okay here?” You looked up to find Rachel putting down the newly made beers while looking the stranger dead in the eyes. You could see him squirm a bit, and you stifled a giggle—you were always amused to see her put men in their place.

“It’s okay, Rach. I’m heading back to those two dummies, anyway.” You left some bills on the counter. Rachel gave you a look since she always insisted drinks were on the house for you, but you never really listened. She took the money anyway, gave the guy one last daggered look, and made a small dismissive sound before leaving to attend to other customers.

Ignoring Rachel’s reaction, he turned to you and said, “Well, where are these two dummies you speak of? Are they cute like you?” He looked over at the general crowd of women lingering behind you.

You cleared your throat at his blatant ignorance. “Actually, my two dummies are over there.” You pointed to the back where Sammy and Ari’s profiles could be briefly seen.

He followed your hand to see the two men sitting there and let out a surprised “ah.” He looked back at you after seeing the men but couldn’t help but do a double take once he recognized one of them.

“Wait, you’re that guy’s friend?” he asked incredulously, looking at you expectantly.

You gave him a warning look and made an affronted sound. “Careful. ‘Friends’ don’t talk to their friends like that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You gestured to take your drinks, which seemed to snap him out of his shock.

“Hey, hey—wait! Relax, relax. That just took me off guard, but… I mean, you do know what he did, right?” He gave you the same look others would give you, almost disgusted, as if he couldn’t believe a ‘girl like you’ would be with a ‘guy like him.’

Your eyes narrowed and you huffed an exasperated breath, preparing to retort, but were interrupted by a voice yelling, “Yo, Bryce, hurry up!” You looked to the end of the bar to see another young man in a polo (god, these entitled kids are a dime a dozen) looking over at you. They wore the same cocky, smug smiles, and you were immediately done with this interaction.

Letting out a scoff, you replied, “Well, Bryce, it’s been real. Now, please, leave me alone.” Not mincing words nor your mocking tone, you started to grab your drinks when you froze in place, frowning as you noticed one of your drinks had an abnormal fizz on top.

“Are you kidding me? Did he just…?” Your thoughts felt scattered as you realized that your drink had been spiked. Your frown persisted as you looked back at Bryce in disbelief. “Did you really just do that?”

Bryce looked nonchalant at your question and, almost innocently, responded, “What are you talking about, sweetheart?” He had a dopey look on his face, but he couldn’t even hide his rising grin at your growing outrage. You knew you weren’t overreacting and you knew what you saw in your drink.

“You just spiked my drink—what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You accused and turned to catch Rachel’s attention. A strong grip twisted your arm back to Bryce as he looked at you with something completely vile in his eyes. He leaned in close to whisper in your ear with venom as you leaned back and attempted to get his hand off you. “Stuck-up bitch. You know you would’ve been asking for it if you didn’t have your killer boyfriend to cover you.”

Feeling his hot breath in your ear made you panic even more, his unrelenting grip getting tighter by the second. You shouted while trying to push him off you, “Get the fuck off of me! LET GO!”

You flailed your limbs more in your attempts to make a scene. You heard a barstool crash to the ground loudly, and all of a sudden Bryce’s fingers were no longer around your arm. The only thing in your vision was a person’s vast back.

Ari.

Catching your breath from your panic, the sounds of the bar that had seemed to mute during your thrashing suddenly tuned back in. You registered pained groans and the utter silence, yet concerned murmurs scattered across the room. Looking over from behind Ari’s back, you saw Sammy putting a hand in between Ari and Bryce, who was now on the floor, clutching his nose with blood spilling out rapidly.

“You fucking prick! I’ll press charges!” Bryce shouted from the ground as his friends crowded around him, trying to get him up.

Rachel raised her voice to be heard amidst the chaos and said, “I saw what happened, asshole. I’d be happy to call the cops and let them know about you and your buddies’ attempts to sexually harass my customers.”

Bryce, now being held up by his friends, looked over at Rachel menacingly. Rachel didn’t back down and walked towards the phone on the wall. “Shall we?”

Bryce hissed in pain from his new injury and looked back to meet Ari’s stone-cold eyes. Sammy turned to face Bryce and his friends with a look of caution, almost ready to get into a fight if it came to that.

Bryce took a heavy gulp, attempting to stare Ari down with bravado. He then locked his jaw and scoffed, “Whatever, I’m out of here.”

The bouncer suddenly appeared behind you, making you startle slightly, and pushed the group toward the exit. As they got closer, you hid yourself behind Ari’s back and gripped his shirt tightly for comfort. You could feel Ari’s hand reach for your waist, and you assumed he could sense your shaking and wanted to offer you more protection and ease.

In your peripheral vision, you could see and feel Bryce’s eyes staring at you, almost as if he wanted to say one last thing. But Ari’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned to face Bryce directly, orienting you with him and blocking his gaze from you. Though you couldn’t see it, Ari looked deadly in that moment, removing any access Bryce had to your presence.

“If you ever come back in here, and if I ever see you near her again, I will hurt you,” Ari said quietly, but his warning reverberated across the large space. “And you know that I’m good for it.”

Bryce, still clutching his nose, averted his gaze and continued moving toward the exit.

As the group exited, people still looked over but gradually returned to their tables and muttered conversations. The jukebox came back on at a lower volume, and people eventually resumed their activities.

You were still clutching Ari’s back as you released a sigh of relief. You leaned into him, your forehead resting between his shoulders. The adrenaline had left you with residual energy, and it was noticeably hard for you to regulate your emotions. Ari heard you release one more exhale in an attempt to calm down before he turned to meet your tight grip with his strong hands.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, baby.” He released your hands with one last squeeze and cupped your face sweetly. He whispered more reassurances as he pulled your face close to his and leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Sammy, we’re gonna get going.” Ari glanced at the teary-eyed look on your face and knew you couldn’t stay. He wouldn’t have expected you to, either—he was accustomed to chaotic and loud environments, able to regulate during scary situations. Ari knew this was exceptionally jarring for you, and he desperately wanted to protect you from any feelings of unsafety. His priority since you entered his life was to preserve your softness, and if his hard exterior could help do that, he would go to any length to ensure you felt secure with him.

“Of course, check in and get home safe.” You also turned to give Sammy and Rachel a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you.’ If there was any effort to expend, it would be that.

They returned your smile with reminders to be safe while driving home, and Ari took your small hand in his to lead you to the exit. You both passed by the bouncer, who returned Ari’s thanks for earlier with an affirmative nod and also gave you a parting “feel better.” You muttered your appreciation and clutched Ari’s forearm with your other hand still in his. You felt that if you weren’t right by his side, if he weren’t touching you, the panic would rush back in.

On the car ride back to Ari’s place, you kept yourself as close to him as possible. The truck’s seats facilitated closeness; Ari wrapped his right arm around you protectively while driving with his left.

Ari appreciated that you felt safe with him. Unbeknownst to you, his own panic about losing you crept in whenever you weren’t by his side.

His arm wrapped around you tighter, and his caress provided comfort for him as well during the rest of the ride home.

Later that night, after Ari got out of the shower, you noticed cuts on his knuckles from his punch earlier.

“Ari, why didn’t you say anything earlier? Come here.” You scolded him as you led the giant of a man (a very half-naked, still wet giant of a man—okay, focus) to sit on the toilet seat.

“Baby, it’s fine—” Ari began to say, but you interrupted him, “Honey, let me do this—why can’t you just let yourself be loved?!” Ari let out a rare scoffed smile at ​​your dramatic flair before acknowledging you with his usual grunt. You returned his smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Ari watched you as you ventured over to the bathroom counter to gather the first aid kit. You were already in your sleep clothes—simple camisole and shorts. Though he remained silent, you could feel his eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. You glanced up at the wide mirror and caught him in the act as his gaze lingered a bit too long on your ass. You stifled a small laugh, and his eyes met yours unashamedly.

You turned to walk back over to him, and his eyes never left yours as you took his palm gently between your hands. As you cleaned the small wound, you could feel his gaze burning on your skin. You took your time patching him up, and with the last bandage, you brought his burly hand to your lips, planting a meaningful kiss on his knuckles. Continuing to brush your lips against the back of his hand, you left more kisses until you reached the underside of his wrist.

Ari’s gaze darkened with every peck of affection you left on his clean skin. As you raised his hand to rest it on your cheek, Ari’s other arm wrapped around the low of your waist, pulling you in closer. Deciding you weren’t close enough, you straddled his towel-clad waist. Enjoying the intimacy, you both savored the simplicity of feeling safe in each other’s embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you softly caressed his wet strands of hair away from his face. Tucking your face into the crevice of his neck, you closed your eyes and hummed contentedly, feeling his large hands rub up and down your back. You felt so small enveloped in his arms.

“Look at me, baby,” Ari whispered softly. He laid a calloused hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. His other arm remained wrapped around you to support you, and he said, “I know that we don’t talk about this often enough, but I want you to know that I would never hurt you. Ever.”

You gave Ari a confused look. “I know that, Ari. I trust you. I always feel safe with you.” His eyes were full of concern as you rushed to reassure him. Your own hand rested on his bearded cheek. “I know that what happened at the mill last year has lingered a bit.”

He turned his gaze downward until you cooed at him, making him look back at you. “Hey, I know you. I know that you were only doing what you thought was right. At that moment, it was about protecting Sammy. The guy was making threats against you both. It made sense that you went to defend yourself.”

Ari was quiet for a minute. You continued stroking his cheek to let him process. This was a vulnerable conversation for Ari that his usual grunts couldn’t explain.

He broke the silence by saying, “I lied to you.”

Your heart froze, and you felt even more confused. Your hand dropped back down to grip his bulky shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked tentatively.

Ari met your curious gaze with an ashamed look. “He wasn’t making threats against Sammy… he was saying things about you. Us. How a woman like you shouldn’t be with someone like me—‘damaged goods.’”

Lines formed between your eyebrows as you tried to register what Ari was saying. Leaning into your silence, he continued, “Then he started saying that he would be a better fit for you. He talked about all the ways he would treat you better, and then he shoved me and… I just lost it.” Ari’s mouth twisted grimly, and his eyes held a weighted look. “I just… didn’t want to lose you.”

Swallowing thickly, you reflected on that time in your relationship when you heard about Ari being involved in an accident at the mill. It wasn’t until you saw him that you realized there had been no accident, and that Ari had put his co-worker in the hospital. Of course, you worried about the implications of his actions and what it would mean for the two of you. At a certain point, you did question your safety with Ari.

But you remembered meeting him at the station when the police let him go due to it being self-defense (and many of Ari’s co-workers, including Sammy, vouching for the incident). He had the same look that he had now—fear.

In that moment, despite what he had done, you knew there was something so strong and willed behind his reaction. He was so protective and gentle with you, and you believed him. You believed that that was the man that you were falling in love with. You just never would have guessed it came from the fear of losing you.

Realizing you had been quiet for a while as you processed your feelings and what you wanted to say, Ari didn’t move from his position. He licked his lips nervously, waiting for your response.

Releasing a slow breath, you cupped Ari’s face in your hands and looked him in the eye. “You protect, Ari, that’s just what you do.”

Ari exhaled in relief and felt a dark weight lift off of his shoulders, his stomach no longer churning, while putting his forehead to your chest. He moved his arms under your butt and lifted you slightly to do this but you embraced him openly. You stroked his hair again as he started kissing your exposed skin above your breast until he was laying a series of soft kisses up your neck. You both knew what his kisses really meant: “I’m sorry, I love you.”

You hummed out a soft moan as his lips found that spot under your ear that felt extra sensitive to his touch. Turning his face to meet your cheek, he tilted his head slightly so that he could finally reach your mouth. You allowed Ari to control the pace of the kiss and moaned when you felt his tongue softly caress yours. 

The tension in the air quickly thickened into something more primal and electric from Ari’s confession. There was something about this huge, strong man protecting only you that made you feel so worshiped and desired. These feelings start to overcome you and you move to sit on top of Ari’s towel-covered erection only to grind yourself down on him. Ari groaned sensually into the kiss at the feeling of delicious pressure sitting on his hard cock. Your mouths continue languidly meeting each other when you let out a squeak from Ari suddenly gripping your thighs tightly to carry you back into the bedroom. 

You released a squeal as Ari threw you on top of the bed before dropping his towel on the floor. Breathing heavier, you backed up on the bed to get a better look at his glorious sculpted figure and Ari only smirked at your hooded eyes gazing all over his body. Standing at the edge of the bed, Ari decided that you were too far away and he gripped your ankle to roughly tug you back towards him. Letting out another brief squeal and giggle, you quickly sought into his rhythm as he kneeled onto the bed. 

His bulking mass overshadowed you as he leaned forward to place more deceivingly gentle kisses upon the exposed skin of your stomach where your tank top rode up. Your stomach fluttered as you could feel his kisses getting wetter, and were leading down towards your cotton-clad pussy. You whined in anticipation as Ari gently tugged off your shorts to reveal your soaking core. 

Ari let out a deep groan at the sight of your pussy weeping for his touch. Using his hands to spread your legs open to make space for his massive stature, you gasped for air even though he has barely touched you. You stroke the hands holding you down and beg, “Ari, please. Please do something.” 

At your begging, Ari released a louder groan this time. “God, baby. Look at you just creaming for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want me to take care of you, sweet girl?” 

He used his forearms to hold your already squirming legs down as he used his thumb to cut through a string of wet and reveal your thrumming pink clit. Not being able to resist his own yearning, he gave a firm lick up your cunt and released a deep groan at the first taste of you on his tongue. “Oh fuck, you taste so fucking sweet.” He groaned and went back into your cunt for more. 

You sobbed your pleasure at the feeling of his tongue caressing your wet folds, “Yes, please, Ari– please!” His tongue continued licking all over your pussy while he released his own small moans at the taste of you. He made sure to thrust his tongue into your soaked opening before licking his way back towards your now puffy clit. 

Your moans steadily increased in volume and small, short-bursts of whimpers fell out of your mouth as Ari devoured you. Feeling his lips suction at your clit, you mewl and feel his thick finger start to breach your entrance. Your head fell back on the bed, your mouth agape at the sheer pleasure you were receiving from your man. One hand tightly gripping the sheet next to you and the other wrapped in Ari’s hair as you kept him in place, your hips started to thrust back into his mouth and fingers. Not expecting for you to turn so wildly, Ari’s mouth left your clit unwillingly. Letting out a whine at the loss of warmth, you press down on the back of Ari’s head to get him back into position. 

But all of a sudden, you felt a sharp smack on your ass and you let out a yelp. Ari was still thrusting his finger, and inserting a second one, at a slower pace when he looked up at you. His lips and beard glistened with your wetness when he said darkly, “You move an inch, and you’ll be sorry. Do you understand me, baby?”

You could only respond with a soft whimper before letting out another cry as he slapped your ass again. “I said, do you understand me?” 

“Yes, Ari, I understand.” You responded with a glazed look in your eye at the combination of pain from his smacks and pleasure from his domineering words. 

“There’s my sweet girl, so good for me.” Ari said before he kissed his way back to your sopping cunt, his fingers thrusting faster now as his mouth created a suction on your clit again. Releasing out a louder cry at the transition, you could feel Ari’s fingers start to push deeper and curve inside of you to find your g-spot. You let out a sharp gasp once you felt him start to stroke that spongy spot over and over again while his tongue started to softly create a rhythmic pattern on your throbbing bud. 

The other thing about your relationship with Ari is that he was the most vocal when you were fucking. He always let you know how you felt around him and freely praised you as you gave each other the most visceral and intense experience. Anticipating more from him, your body rolled with his fingers to get him even deeper inside of you.

Only squeaking out sounds now, your high-pitched tones of pleasure were music to Ari’s ears. Your wet starting to squelch around his fingers and spurt out of you, Ari knew you were almost there. His fingers thrusted faster into you and curved in deeper with each thrust. He groaned, “Hmm, yeah baby? Is this the spot right here?”

You couldn’t conjure up a response as you were only experiencing the immense pleasure that he was giving to you and almost animalistic groans started leaving your throat. Ari looked up to see your head thrown back on the bed and your upper body contorting, your tanktop having ridden up and was now showing your beautiful perky, round breasts. Nipples peaked in heightened pleasure. Witnessing you like this was a privilege for Ari and he never thought you looked more beautiful than when you were writhing for him in the bedroom. 

A deep desire to witness more of you, Ari increased his efforts by pushing down on your tummy just above your mount. “Yeah, that’s the spot. Be a good girl for me, and let me have it. Let go for me.” He breathes against your slit while giving you one last intentional suck and rapid licking at your clit. 

Inhaling sharply, his words were your undoing as you felt that tight knot inside of you tear in ecstasy. Your head tossed back in euphoria as you cum hard, your pussy clenched around his fingers. Though, Ari didn’t stop thrusting his fingers deep inside of you. Whispering good girl and so sweet against your thrumming folds as he continued to coach you through your release. 

You let out a satiated whimper at experiencing your orgasm but Ari wasn’t stopping. If anything, his fingers curved into your g-spot faster and his tongue licked harder at your humming, swollen clit. You did thrash at the overstimulation. Your disobedience resulted in Ari slapping your ass once more. Even though it was served as a punishment, it seemed to only end up heightening your yearning for a second release. Noticing that your juices were spurting out excessively now, Ari kept slapping your ass as your pussy gripped tighter onto his large fingers. 

Letting out a myriad of whimpers and desperate moans, you sobbed out, “Ari please, please…I can’t do it, please!”

“Yes, you can baby, you can. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You couldn’t answer him other than your random babblings– you couldn’t even think as you felt so consumed by the pleasure that he was giving you. You felt like you were being consumed by him and adored at the same time. 

A cry left your lips as he slapped your ass harder. “I asked you a question, are you my good girl?”

“Yes, yes, please, let me cum, please!” You sobbed out. 

Ari grunted deeply, “Your pussy is begging for it– you hear that?” He quieted only for the sounds of your own wetness slopping out of you to fill the space. “Mmm, see, I know you can do it, just one more, love.” Ari went back to suckling on your clit while he rubbed and grabbed at your now pink-colored flesh. 

Hearing him use this endearment again as his lips never left your body made your eyes roll up and you inadvertently held your breath as you let go for the second time. You register Ari’s moans and praise against your clit as you squirt your cum into his awaiting mouth. 

All you could let out were quiet mumbles of satisfaction as Ari’s fingers slowed. Your body was still jerking as it carried out aftershocks of your release, and you let out another sharp breath as Ari left one last kiss on your velvety folds. 

You were attempting to catch your breath as Ari kissed his way up your body, spending some time on your nipples by taking one in his mouth while his hand caressed your other breast. Ari brought up his fingers that were just inside of you to stroke your nipple and groaned as you glistened with your own cum. Leaning down, he took your nipple in his mouth again to suck it clean. You moaned softly and arched your back to give him more access as your hands stroked affectionately through his hair.  

Working his way back towards your bite-ridden lips, Ari slanted his wet mouth over yours as you taste yourself on his tongue. The both of you moaned as you continued making out leisurely. Ari pulled back to lick your lips sensually before dipping into your open mouth one more time for his tongue to meet yours in a passionate, sloppy dance.

Ari stroked your hair away from your face. “You ready for my cock, baby?” 

You whined and nodded as he leaned down to give you another wet kiss. You feel him reaching for his cock, hard and resting on your clit heavily. You mewled at him again as he slapped your clit with the wide mushroom head of his cock and he pushed in slowly. 

Groaning together at the feel of his thick cock bottoming in you, Ari lets out a strained moan. “Fuuuck baby, your pretty pussy is just sucking me in. Agh, so tight.” 

He withdrew until he was almost out of you before thrusting back into you deeply. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as you could feel the veins on his girthy cock graze your inner walls. 

Ari leaned his head back in ecstasy at the feel of you clenching around him. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned out your name, “Yes, take it, baby. Take my fat cock.” 

You felt like you could barely breathe as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was sinking in so deep and you were gasping for air at all of the sensations your body was experiencing. Besides your mutual groans and moans, the sounds of your union could be heard as you only became wetter at the stimulation. 

“I’m so full, so full…so big, Ari.” You mumbled out, your eyes crossed in ecstasy. Ari let out a condescending laugh, “Aww, look at you. Can’t even speak, can you? Just continue taking my cock, honey, you’re so good at it.” 

Ari leaned up and thrust out of you, despite your desperate whining, only to turn you on your stomach. You feel him kneel outside of your thighs that were clenched together, and only had time to hold onto the pillow in front of you as he thrust back in. You gasped out a high pitched moan and small, repeated sounds of pleasure came out of your mouth as you felt his long shaft pit up against your g-spot with every thrust. 

“There she is, yesss. You’re so fucking tight when I take you like this, baby. Your pussy is gripping me like a vice, goddamn.” Ari groaned louder as your warmth enveloped him. Tension started brewing again deep inside your belly as he thrust faster into you. 

Leaning down, his chest was damp and his hair grazed your smooth skin as it met your back. He lifted you slightly to wrap his right hand around your neck and squeezed. He whispered harshly in your ear, “Don’t ever forget that you’re mine. This pussy is mine, your body. I’ll always protect you, you hear me, love?”

Gripping onto the pillow in front of you fiercely, you couldn’t contain your moans that were now resonating in the room. His possessiveness, his fingers gripping your throat so protectively, and the passion in his words made you feel so hot, you felt that coil in your belly about to snap. The sensation pulling at that area inside of you that felt so full and relieving when released. “Ari, yes, I’m yours! You’re gonna make me cum again!” 

“Yeah, I am, love. Soak my cock, make a mess with my pussy.” He released the grip on your throat to lean back up and take your hips in his hands for full control. His thrusts were consistently hard and deep. It twisted that coil inside of you so delightfully that you finally snapped and cried out your orgasm. 

Ari’s thrusts became sloppier as your juices squirted around his cock. He bellowed out a deep and low groan from his strained throat and followed you as you rode out your orgasm against him. You moan at the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of you and feeling him cum so deep in your pussy made you feel like you were being claimed. His dick was still buried deep inside as you gyrated against him. At the overstimulation, Ari thrust out of you with a sharp hiss and a mixture of your cum with his started to spurt out of you. 

“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Here, let me help you.” He breathed out heavily while his hand left your hip to use his finger to push your combined cum back into your quivering pussy. You moaned out at the sensation of his thick finger thrusting his warm spend further into you and mewled in content. 

Ari kneaded and squeezed your ass one last time before attempting to get off the bed to get a towel to clean you up but you clutched his hand before he could fully leave and pleaded, “Wait baby, stay. Can you just…hold me, please?”

He picked up the hand that you were holding to kiss the back of yours softly and collapsed on the bed next to you as you leaned into his outstretched arms. Cuddling him as your head rested over his chest, you felt him graze his fingers soothingly on your arm. You both were satiated in your passionate release, and after the day that you had, you both were starting to feel the effects of it. 

Embracing you in his arms, the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin felt like heaven against him. Before his sleepy eyes shut completely, you gave him a gentle tap above his heart to get his attention one last time. He peered down at you and gave you a relaxed grin. With his familiar grunt, his eyes questioned your touch. 

You gazed into his blue eyes that were filled with such affection, the same glint that you saw earlier at the bar. A familiar burning in your eyes started to come on at his stare, but you blinked them away to smile back fondly at him. 

“I love you too, Ari.” 

A/N: Welp! We made it -- I'm hoping ya'll enjoyed Ari and reader on this one. Something about Lumberjack!Ari being protective and only having eyes for you makes me feral and that can be the only explanation as to why this is so long lol. I would love to know what ya'll thought! Speak soon, lads~

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Dirty little secret | Ari Levinson

// Pairing // Professor!Ari Levinson x Student!Fem!Reader

// Summary // You share a dirty little secret with your professor.

// Wordcount // 4.001 Words

// Warnings // Explicit content // 18+, Minors DNI, smut, age gap (reader over 18, Ari mid 40’s), professor x student, mean!Ari, dom!Ari, possessive!Ari, dub-con, sub!Reader, use of dildo, rough sex, dacryphilia, semi public sex, daddy kink, begging, degrading, dirty talk, praises, finger sucking, gagging, oral (male!receiving), deep throating, cum eating, squirting, spitting, aftercare

// Request // congratulations on 2k followers 🥰 could I request teachers pet + ari levinson pls xx ☺️😘

// Authors Note // Thank you! The request was a fun combination and hope you like it. Thank you to @bucks-babe for proofreading and all your encouragement and love.

// Events // Slasher summer writing challenge | Dacryphilia / You're not gonna leave me here, are you? | @witchywithwhiskey

// Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist //

Blue eyes are staring at you, making you shift in your seat. You never thought these steel blue eyes could make you feel so safe and uncomfortable at the same time.

Ari Levinson, your professor. Every girl, even some boys adore him, have a crush on him or try to get closer to him. But little do they know that the man has only eyes for one person — one student, you.

“Stay after class,” he mumbles next to you, his hands touching yours and you shiver lightly.

His body is so close to yours, his broad chest bent down and pressed into your shoulder, while he acts like he is explaining something to you.

“O—Oke, sir!” You say quietly, your voice shaking and you try to continue writing without trembling hands.

With a grunt he straightens himself, pushing his broad body off the table and makes his way to the front of the class.

The girls behind you are already mumbling about Ari’s and your interaction. They often do that, especially when Ari’s so close to you, or when he asks you to stay after class. If they knew what the two of you were doing, they wouldn’t try to get close to Ari or wonder about his body underneath his tight clothes. But that’s something only you know— your dirty little secret. One you share with your professor.

You ignore the girls behind you, trying to focus on the lesson while Ari walks up and down in front of the room, explaining something to everyone.

After class you slowly put your stuff into your bag, waiting for everyone — except you and Ari — to leave the room. One of the girls who is actually sitting behind you with her friends, wearing those really short dresses and a lot of make-up and having the perfect body — walks to the front of the room, toward Ari.

You roll your eyes, when she throws her hair back, smirking at Ari while she places her hands on the counter, bending over slightly. But instead of looking at her ass or at her exposed tits Ari looks at you, talking to her.

“I have an appointment now, so make it short,” he grumbles. Waiting for her to answer. She doesn’t say anything, a pout forms on her lips, and she pushes herself up. With a smooth movement she pushes her dress over her legs, hiding her panties before she takes her bag and follows her friends out of the room.

Ari sighs, shaking his head and walking around his table. He leans with his back against the hard surface, arms crossed in front of his muscular chest, his blue eyes on you, while you make your way toward him.

“Close the door, babygirl,” he says, nodding toward the door. And damn, he wants to bend you over the table and pound into you until you’re cock drunk.

Your wide eyes, so innocent and sweet when you look up at him before you walk to the door to close it. He loves — adores your submission. And it doesn’t take much for to you give in to him and do whatever he wants you to do.

“Good girl,” Ari groans when you do as you’re told. You close the door and lock it, turning around to face your professor who stands with a big grin still at his desk. “Come here, get on your knees.”

“B—“ you interrupt yourself when you see his raised eyebrow. He told you that he is going to ruin you and you obviously had other thoughts about it then he does. “Arriiiii.”

“Stop the pathetic whining, and get on your fucking knees, now. Won’t repeat myself, princess,” he says, his voice rough and you whimper quietly.

You look up at him, pouting softly. Ari lifts his hand, grasping your chin and titling your head up, his eyes staring into yours. He then leans closer, his breath hitting your lips but just before his soft plump lips brush over yours he moves his mouth toward your ear.

“You’re nothing but a little, pathetic whore today, huh? Can’t even listen when your professor says something, should punish you for that shit,” he groans, his eyes darken when he lifts his head to stare into your eyes once again.

“D—daddy, please. ‘m sorry,” you whine, completely in your subby headspace now. Exactly where Ari wants you, all submissive and willing. His mean, degrading words turn you on but causing you also to slip into your subspace.

“Good girl, there she is. My good fucking whore,” he chuckles, his thumb running over your cheek to your lips. He presses his rough digit against your lips. You part then slowly, giving Ari the opportunity to push his digit into your mouth.

You twirl your tongue around his finger, whimpering around it. Ari fucks your mouth slowly with his thumb until he presses his thick thumb completely into your mouth before he pushes your tongue down until you gag.

Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, you try to cough around his digit but with his thumb it’s almost not possible and you feel the tears falling down your cheeks.

Ari smirks down at you, crying with just one of his digits in your mouth — not even his cock yet. He loves the way you gag around his thick shaft. Your widen eyes watering, tears rolling down your cheeks and you look always so fucked out that Ari feels his cock twitch when he just thinks about you on your knees in front of him.

“Do you want my cock, whore?” Ari asks, smirking while you wiggle the whole time. You nod as much as possible with his thumb between your lips. “Then take off your panties, gonna punish you while I use your slutty fucking mouth to my liking.”

You whimper, sucking his cock wasn’t enough apologies for disobeying him. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry, please. I’m good for you, daddy.”

“I know you will, but we can’t let your disobedience slip,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose. More tears well up in your eyes, when you shake your head, grasping Ari’s arms to hold him in place.

“D—“

“Shut up, and don’t make your punishment worse, babygirl,” he sighs, pushing you away softly to make his way back around his table to get something out of his bag.

You follow his movements with your eyes, watching him looking through some things in his bag before he holds a box in his hands. You still haven’t done what he asked for, just staring at him.

“Babygirl, you’re so fucking disobient today. Take off your fucking panties or I’m gonna rip them apart,” he threats, his voice low and his steps are slow but dangerous when he walks back toward you.

You whimper, taking off your panties to place them in Ari’s hand. He grins at you, putting the thin fabric in his pocket before he holds the box in front of you.

“Open it,” Ari says, smirking when you bring your shaking hands to the box in his hands. You then grip it, opening it. A gasp leaves your lips, your eyes widen, your heat shoots up and you look at Ari with wide eyes.

“That’s— It’s so thick,” you say, rubbing your thighs together. Your pussy is already dripping and with the huge dildo in the box in front of you — even more anticipation builds up inside of you.

“It’s my cock just as dildo, babygirl. And that’s your punishment, you will take my cock — or at least the silicone version of my cock — without preparation while I will ruin your slutty mouth,” he says, chuckling when you shake your head.

Ari’s cock is huge, the dildo just as much as his cock. You never had Ari’s cock without preparation, knowing it would be too big to take just like that. And now he wants you to do it, he wants to ruin your pussy. You would think it’s a joke but Ari never jokes when it comes to sex, especially not when it comes to a punishment.

“Daddy, it’s too huge,” you whine, blinking at him all innocently. But he shakes his head, you disobeyed him, he is going to punish you.

“So take it out, put it in and get on your knees,” he says. Even though you’re deep in your subspace a little part of you stops you from doing as you’re told and your teacher sighs.

He places the box on the table, turning back to you and he grasps your hips harshly. Aris muscles flex and you adore them for a moment before you land with your back into the hard surface. You hiss, it’s cold and hard but Ari doesn’t care, he’s tired of your attitude and when you don’t do as you’re told, he will do it for you.

“Color?” His voice is cold, his eyes dark and his fingers dig almost painfully into the skin of your hips.

“G—Green, daddy. Bu—But please with pre—“

“Shut up, keep your fucking mouth close unless it’s a moan that leaves those pretty lips. Fucking whore, place your feet on the surface and keep your legs spread.” Ari isn’t soft with you anymore, taking off your shoes before you place them on the table, your legs spread apart and Ari has the perfect view at your glistening folds.

Ari grasps the dildo, bringing the tip to your wet folds and rubs it up and down. He presses the toy against your clit, making you gasp and moan loudly. Your hands grasp the edges of the table and you grip it tightly, trying to steady yourself. He hasn’t even pushed the dildo into your tight pussy but the way he rubs your clit is so intense, that you feel like you’ll come immediately.

“Daddy, please, please, please, please,” you whine, wiggling when he brings the toy to your entrance. You earn a harsh slap against your thigh, gasping loudly.

“Shut your mouth, whore. I’m gonna fill it for you in a bit but first the toy,” Ari groans, his fingers digging into your thigh, while he presses them apart.

He lines the toy up with your tight entrance, pushing slowly into your tight cunt. He is slow and careful, waiting a moment before he pushes the dildo deeper into your pussy.

It really feels like Ari’s cock, you never took him without preparing but it’s not as bad as you thought. The slight pain in your pussy turns into pleasure the more he pushes the silicone dick into you.

“Good girl, look at your greedy little pussy. Taking the cock so well, yeah, good fucking girl,” Ari praises, his hand on your thigh stroking your skin while he smirks at you. Your walls are squeezing the toy tightly, sucking it deeper into you.

He fills you completely with the toy. Your soft moans and whimpers encourage him to thrust it in and out of you.

You’re arching your back, eyes almost shut while he uses the toy inside of you as he pleases. Thrusting the toy slower or faster, sometimes softer or harsher into your pussy.

With another harsh thrust into your tight pussy, your mouth drops open. Ari just hit your sweet spot with the top of the silicone cock. He leaves the toy completely inside of you, smirking when you wiggle your ass and try to get some friction.

“Stay still, slut. You’re so fucking needy,” Ari laughs, taking a step backwards while he admires you. He watches you bringing your hands to your pussy, grasping the base of the toy to move it but Ari slaps your hands away. “Don’t touch you without permission, fucking whore. Lemme admire your little pussy splitting on that fucking cock.”

“Daddy, please, can I please touch it?” You beg, but he shakes his head and takes out his phone. He taps some things before looking back at you.

“Smile for me, babygirl. Gonna keep that pretty scene here and add it to my collection,” he says, taking some pictures of you spread out on the table, dildo spilling your pussy and your already fucked out look. “Look at you, so perfect. Looking like the good little slut you are for me, princess.”

Ari puts his phone away, then he grasps you by your neck and lifts you off the table with almost no effort. He can manhandle you like he wants and he uses that.

He placed you with your feet on the ground, his hands holding you by your waist. Ari uses his strength to push you down on your knees, smirking when you whine because of the dildo being pushed into you again.

“Think you can escape my pretty silicone cock? Keep it deep inside of you, while I’m gonna fuck your mouth as I please,” he grumbles, his hands undoing his pants and pushing them down.

You’re lucky that almost no one will be in the building anymore, most of the students and teachers are already on their way home, so you can be as loud as you want to be.

While Ari undoes his belt and takes off his pants, you move yourself up and down with the toy rubbing against your sweet spot whenever you sink into it completely.

“That’s what you like, huh? Can’t even wait until I fuck you, no, you have to fuck yourself on daddy’s toy because your greedy little pussy can’t be without it,” Ari mocks, grasping your chin to make you look up at him. “Open up, whore.”

You do as you’re told, parting your lips before you stick your tongue out. Ari chuckles, then he spits into your mouth, his saliva slowly flowing down your throat before he does the same thing again.

His dick is painfully pressing against his boxer briefs and he knows how much you love to look at him taking his cock out or just the outline of his fat cock. But Ari loves your whimpers and quiet moans while you fuck yourself with the toy and have to swallow his saliva.

“Color, babygirl, are you alright?” He asks, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Green, daddy. Please, want your cock.” He would usually laugh about your begging and whining but he has waited too long today and can’t hold himself back anymore. He needs you, needs you tight, warm mouth around his cock, needs you gagging around his huge length while he uses your mouth like it’s a toy.

He smiles at you, letting go of your chin and lets your head fall forward until you stare directly at his covered cock. His hard length is visible through the thin fabric, a wet spot already forming where his tip is.

You lick your lips, your walls clenching around the toy while Ari groans and pushes his boxer briefs down as well. His cock springs free, slapping against his tight shirt — the one that he wears to make you go crazy. You can see his high defined muscular chest, his abs and you’re not the only one who can see it.

He grasps the base of his cock, stroking himself a few times in his big hand. Aris cock looks huge in his hand already, but in yours? It looks like a monster cock.

You immediately open your mouth, leaning your head back, while you fuck yourself in a steady rhythm with the dildo. It hits all the right places just like Ari always does. You’re moaning and panting but still begging for his cock.

Ari brings the leaking, red tip of his cock to your lips. He smears the pre-cum all over them. Your tongue darts out, circling it and sliding over his slit to take all of his pre-cum.

You take more of his cock into your mouth, liking along the underside of his veiny cock. He groans loudly, throwing his head back and his hands grasp the side of your head to push you further down on his thick cock.

“Fuck, take it, slut. Take your daddy’s fucking cock,” he groans, thrusting his hips harshly forward. With that movement he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag around his length but he doesn’t care, enjoying the feeling of you gagging around his length too much.

Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks. You try to breath through your nose, try to stop the gagging but he only pushes further.

Ari knows that you will tap his thigh when he’s too rough, and you know that he would stop immediately would you do so. He wouldn’t ask what’s wrong, he wouldn’t push you any further, he would only ask if you need a moment or if you want to stop. And he would be fine with either of these answers, turning from the mean dom into your soft boyfriend who takes good care of you.

But as long as you don’t tap his thigh he doesn’t see a reason to stop himself from using you as he pleases.

“Fuck yes, take it you fucking whore. See what you’re doing to me? Sitting there all innocent in your fucking dress, nothing but a pair of panties underneath,” he pants, pulling out of your mouth before he trusts back into your mouth and slides his cock down your throat.

It only needs a few moments for you to get used to him. Your hands grasping his thick, muscular thighs to steady yourself while he fucks into you with a steady yet harsh pace.

“Fucking slut, do you want one of these silly little boys to fuck you? Huh? Want to make me fucking jealous? You’re mine, you belong to me,” Ari groans, his possessiveness growing with every thrust into your small, warm mouth.

Tears and saliva flow down your cheeks, your nose brushing his pubic hair whenever he pushes into you, and you bring yourself close to the edge with the toy that’s still in your pussy. Your walls clench, your arousal pooling about you and you moan around his length.

“Say it! Say you’re mine!” Ari demands, wanting to hear that from you before he lets you come or allows himself to come. He doesn’t care that his cock is buried deep down your throat or that you’re not even able to moan probably. “Fucking say it, whore!”

“Mmmm mmmmmm,” you try to say but it’s more just humming. Ari laughs darkly, he places one of his hands in your hair, grasping them hard before he pushes your head back.

“Mine! It’s not that hard to say you’re mine, can’t be that dumb, whore,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. You’re staring at him in your saliva covered cock. His low chuckle makes you look up and into his dark eyes. “You’re that fucking cock drunk? Fucked everything out of you and wasn’t even inside your greedy little cunt.”

“I— Daddy,” you whine, moving faster on the thick silicone cock. Your orgasm so close, you can feel the knot in your stomach growing, already to snap but he stops you in your movements.

Aris hand that isn’t nestled in your hair, finds it place to your shoulder and pushes you down. “Say. It. Fucking. Say. You’re. Mine. I can’t stand your attitude today, the way your short little skirt is slipping up when you bend over, just like those whores wear. Lucky I love you, so I don’t ignore your little attempt at getting my attention, slut.”

“Daddy, please, yours. I’m all yours, but please, let me come, please, please,” you whine, more tears falling down your cheeks and Ari feels his cock getting even harder, twitching before he pushes himself back into your mouth.

“Come, fucking come, right now,” he groans, your nose pressed to his lower stomach.

With another movement and the toy hitting your sweet spot once again you come around it, squirting all over it and on the floor. Your breath is heavy, especially with Ari’s cock still down your throat.

He holds you in place, making you swallow his thick length while you come. Your eyes widen when you notice him twitching, his balls heavy and flat against your chin and he doesn’t look like he will move.

You slowly fuck yourself through your orgasm, walls gripping the toy and you moan around his shaft. You then bring your hand to his balls, knowing that he is going to come immediately when you massage them. And that’s exactly what you’re doing, kneading his large balls, rolling them in your smaller palm.

Ari groans, his hips stuttering and he shoots his come down your throat, making you take it all. “Fuck, so good. Mouth feels so fucking good, babygirl. Keep going, there is so much cum for you, yeah, like that. My pretty little whore.”

After coming down from his high, he pulls out of your mouth, dropping immediately to his knees to wipe the tears that still fall down your cheeks away. He then lifts you by your hips and pulls the toy out of you, placing it next to you on the ground. A hiss leaves your lips about the sudden emptiness into your pussy.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. You took the toy so good, and sucked my cock like the precious, sweet girl I love so much,” Ari mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up.

He gets off the ground, placing you on the table and settles himself in between your legs. Your arms are immediately wrapped around his neck and you pull him as close as possible.

“Shh, you did so well for me,” he shushes you before you can even think about something you want to say. Aris muscular arms and the steady rhythm of his heart calms you down, bringing you back into reality after your intense orgasm. “There she is, look at you, babygirl. Daddy’s proud of you.”

You smile softly, giggling when he traces his fingers over the fabric of your dress. You press your face into his chest, inhaling his sweet, musky scent.

“We are having our dinner date night tonight, are you ready for it?” Ari asks, having already everything planned but you shake your head. “But I have already planned everything for the dinner.”

He pouts and you press your lips against his soft ones, humming when he grasps you by your neck and pulls you even closer.

Then he moves a few inches away, his blue eyes glistening and you admire the little green sparkle inside of them.

“I love you but I don’t want to go out today, please?” You ask with your best puppy eyes. Usually Ari would give in to them. “Not in a mood for dinner night today, you fucked me too rough for that.

“Then I have to go on our date all alone?” Ari chuckles softly, then he kisses the tip of your nose.

“You’re not gonna leave me here, are you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend while he shrugs. He wouldn’t dare to go on that date alone, would he?

“I love you too and you know that I won’t leave you all alone, sweetheart. But dinner night not even when it’s a movie night I have planned? Just you and me, all the food you love, every movie you want to see and a lot of cuddles and kisses?”

“To that kind of dinner night I won’t say no. Just the two of us with food and cuddles!” Your eyes immediately light up, a wide smirk appears in your lips and Ari knows that’s exactly what you need today — him and a lot of cuddles after such a session. And you will get exactly that, with a lot more praises of how proud he is, how much he loves you and how good you are for him, daddy’s good girl.

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[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear

Summary: He doesn’t want to have company.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, spanking, orgasm denial, possessive Ari, a hint of dark/grey Ari?

Rating: Explicit

Square filled for @julybreakbingo: Square filled: "Park"

Square filled for @eclipsingbingo: Held down

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Solitude. No people. No stress. No noises. That’s how he likes it, and he wouldn’t want to change it for anything.

He chose this life. After selling his company for more money than he could ever spend, Ari bought a forest to build a huge, luxurious cabin for himself alone. He’s got everything he needs. And what he doesn’t get, he can make with his strong hands.

Some people may call him crazy. A former CEO and successful businessman turning into a lumberjack building his furniture on free terms. Ari doesn’t care. He gives a shit on other people’s opinion.

Today is one of the rare days he must drive to the only town near his private forest. Ari hates leaving his solitude and meeting people. After a bad divorce, he’s not the most social person.

But – a man gotta eat even if he’s got a beautiful garden behind his cabin and a lake filled with fish. He needs more to fill his pantry. Beer, toilet paper, and batteries do not grow on trees.

“Mr. Levinson,” Susie, the clerk from the grocery store chirps when Ari walks toward the checkout. “Is that all?” She glances at the two shopping carts filled with everything he’ll need over the next weeks. Maybe even a month, or two. “Plastic or paper?”

“Paper,” he grumbles under his breath. “Plastic is bad for the environment.” Ari shakes his head at his words. Years ago, he would’ve given a shit on the environment or nature. He was obsessed with making money, a pretty woman, and fast cars.

“Sure,” she gives him a tight smile but says nothing. “Just a minute.” She snaps her fingers at the new bag boy. “Sean, get over here. We have a customer.”

Ari would like to roll his eyes as the boy groans loudly. He was on his phone, undoubtedly making a TikTok video to share with his two followers instead of doing his job.

“SEAN!” She grunts when he doesn’t move an inch. “If you don’t come here in a second, you are fired.”

“Man, if I made my first million with my video, I’ll quit,” Sean grumbles while reluctantly starting to pack Ari’s groceries into paper bags. “You will see. I’ll get out of this shitty town in no time.”

Ari holds back a comment. He learned that it’s better to shut your mouth and not get involved with the town’s folk. Unlike the cheery clerk at the grocery store, most people in this sleepy little town do not like him.

Especially because he stopped them from clearing the forest he bought. “Cash or card?”

“Card,” Ari swipes his card over the device. “Have a good day.”

Before Sean can grab the bags to carry them outside, Ari wraps his arms around the paper bags to carry them out of the store.

“Idiot!” Susie mutters. “You had to piss him off. Now he won’t come back anytime soon.”

Sean harrumphs. “This is the only store in town. Your love interest will be back. This doesn’t mean he wants to take you out…”

Back in his cabin Ari busies himself putting the groceries and toiletries away. Only to make a list for more. Soon it will be winter, and he needs more supplies. Ari hates driving to town during winter. He tries to leave his cabin less during the cold times.

His dog lies on the carpet in front of the fireplace in the living room, yawning loudly as his owner tells him they’ll need more wood.

“Come, buddy. We go for one last round for tonight,” Ari clicks his tongue, causing his dog to jump up and follow him toward the door. The Estrela Mountain Dog walks next to Ari as he steps out of the cabin.

Ari closes his eyes and inhales the air deeply. He can already smell the approaching thunderstorm. “We need to hurry, buddy. I know how much you hate getting your fur wet.”

He flashes his dog a smile before buttoning up his red-black checkered plaid. “Let’s go, Bear. We don’t wanna miss dinner.”

“HEY! STOP! This is private property!”

You are already out of breath when the man and his dog chase after you. All you wanted was to go for a swim in the lake. How should you have known that the forest is private property? You camped in forests all your life without getting into trouble.

Now this big guy is chasing after you like a madman. “STOP! You cannot come to my property and steal…”

“Bear. Get them!” The man calls for his dog. The giant beast speeds up to outrun you. It jumps at you. Pushing against your back so you land on the ground, face first in the mud. Rain is pouring down on you, soaking your shorts and shirt. “Good job!”

The dog sits down on your back, making you groan loudly. “Get off me you beast.”

“Hold them down,” the man approaches you and the dog. He crouches down next to you to rip your baseball cap off your head. “What are you doing on my property?"

“I wanted to go for a swim, dude! I camp not far away from the lake. I didn’t know this was private property! Who buys a fucking forest!! That’s just wrong.”

“Dude?” He laughs. “Bear, we caught an angry wood nymph, not an intruder.” The man clicks his tongue, and the beast finally gets off your back. “There are warning signs, lady.”

“I told you,” You struggle to get on your knees, groaning as your back hurts from the dog’s attack, “I didn’t see a sign. I camp wherever I want to.”

“Not on my property,” he snaps at you as he gets back up. “Come on, the thunderstorm will only get worse.” He holds out his hand as you struggle to get back on your feet. The dog got you good. “I’ll show you the way back to the road.”

“Fucker,” you slap his hand away and get back up on your feet without his help. “You can’t let your dog attack people.”

“You are an intruder, and he tried to defend my property.”

“Dude, do I look like a danger to you, your dog, or your property?” You size the man up. He quirks a brow. “That’s what I thought.” While you try to rub the dirt from your knees and shin, the man huffs.

“You walk around my property with your little backpack and believe you get away with it? Lady, this is not a park. You can’t just come here and waltz around my property like you own it.”

“I got it, okay. This is your forest, and you hate people,” you wrinkle your nose as the rain runs down your face. “If you’d excuse me now. I’ll find my way out of your forest and into the next to put up my tent somewhere else.”

“In the middle of a thunderstorm?” He asks. “You’re not only a criminal but crazy too. You’ll get yourself killed.”

“Well, good thing that I’m not your problem, Mr. Property,” you turn around to walk opposite the way you came from. “Have a nice life.”

“Lady, that’s crazy,” despite his former behavior, he follows you. “The rain is going to get worse. You’re going to catch a cold or worse.”

“Anything is better than being around you,” you side-eye the man. If he gets too close, you’ll get your pepper spray out and show him what happens when he messes with you.

“Wait…wait up,” he grabs your arm to stop you from running off.

“Don’t touch me,” you try to wiggle out of his grasp. “I’m warning you! I got the black belt!”

He releases you but blocks your path. “I won’t hurt you, lady. My name is Ari, this is Bear.” Ari points at his dog. “He didn’t want to hurt you. If Bear wanted to hurt you, you’d be dog food.”

“You have a way with words, huh?” You look him up and down. “So…where is this street?”

“We can’t walk through the forest now,” he sighs and points toward something in the distance. “If you don’t want to walk through a forest in the middle of one of the worst thunderstorms this area ever experienced, you should come with me to my cabin.”

“Right,” you curl your upper lip. “I’ll go with you to your cabin so you can make a filet out of my ass. I won’t go anywhere with you.”

Ari snorts. He starts laughing as you watch him. “I don’t want to eat you, lady,” he grins. “I mean, I love to eat a lady out.” His eyes drop to your soaked shorts, “but only if she begs me.”

You look down at your soaked clothes. Your backpack gets heavier per minute and Ari is right, the rain is mercilessly pouring down on you. “I’ll take a picture and send it to my friend with our position and your name.”

“Be my guest,” Ari poses for you. He grins into the camera when you snap a few pictures to send them to your friend. “What about Bear?”

“Fine,” you snap a few pictures of the dog to send them to your friend too. “If you kill me now, you’ll get hunted down by my friends.”

“I won’t take the risk,” Ari winks at you. “Come on. I want to get out of my wet clothes and have some coffee.”

You begrudgingly follow Ari, hoping he’s not a psycho killer or looking for a basement wife…

“See, I’m not a killer,” Ari hands you another cup of tea. “After the storm calmed, I’ll drive you to town. You shouldn’t camp in the only other forest around here.”

“Why?” you take a sip before looking at him. You cannot deny that he’s not as bad as you believed he was. Ari offered sweatpants and one of his plaids to you. He shared his dinner with you and brewed tea for you.

“Let’s say the men around here a rather…hmm…how do I put it…”

“Assholes?”

“I think that sums it up,” Ari sits on the other side of the couch to give you space. After the first minutes he knew, you’re not a bad person and now he tries to make you see, that he’s not a bad guy either.

“Hmm…crap,” you sigh deeply. “I wanted to do something reckless for once and now, my friend will laugh about me.”

“You never camped before, right?” He watches you drop your gaze. “Why did you lie?”

“My friends bragged about their adventure trips, and I only ever soaked in the sun or visited museums during holidays. I bought a tent and…you know the rest.”

Ari snorts. “You’re the worst camper I ever met.”

“Fair,” you shrug and giggle as his eyes drop to your legs. He subconsciously licks his lips and shifts in his seat. “So…” you scoot a little closer to Ari, “how long are you living here…alone?”

“Hmm…?” He lifts his eyes from your legs to meet your eyes. “A few years.” Ari murmurs. “I left my old life behind to live here, on my own.”

“Must’ve been a good life,” you scoot even closer to look Ari in the eyes. “This is not a normal cabin. It’s rather…luxurious.”

Ari drops his eyes to your lips, licking his own. “I was a businessman before becoming a lumberjack.”

“Lumberjack,” you purr the word. “You mean the big guys wearing plaids and cutting wood.” This time, you lick your lips. “You must be very strong if you cut wood all day.”

“Not all day, sweetness,” Ari scoots a little closer, his thigh brushing yours. “Only if I need wood for my fireplace.”

“Hmm…” you get bold and move your hand to his bicep, squeezing hard. “Very strong.”

“Strong enough to throw you around if you come to my property and try to swim in my lake,” he moves his hand to your thigh, toying with the sweatpants you’re wearing. “I can spank you too, to make sure you’ll never break into anyone’s property again.”

Your eyelashes flutter, and your lips part. “You think I’d let you spank me for breaking into your property?”

His cheeks dimple. Ari dips his head as his hand creeps higher until he can press it flat against your mound. “I think you’d let me do anything I want to do to you.”

“Look at you,” he purrs in your ear. “Such a good girl, kneeling for me. I bet,” Ari circles you to watch you kneel in front of his couch. He pushes against your shoulders, forcing you to bend your upper half over the couch. “Hmm…what a nice ass you have.”

Ari cups the back of your neck to hold you down on the couch. He’s not too rough but makes sure you can feel his strength.

“I’d love to just fuck you, but you’d only cum all over my cock. I need you to feel the consequences of your actions in your bones.” Ari runs his free hand over your ass, humming as you start to whimper. He grips one cheek roughly, testing your reaction. “I’ll use this body to my liking, and you won’t deny me.”

You choke out a moan when the first smack hits your ass. “Yes…”

“Count, little tramp,” his features harden, and he smacks your cheek a little harder this time.

“One.”

“Again,” he slaps your other cheek, making it sting. “Again!”

“Two.”

“How many can you take?” It’s not a question. Ari told you he’ll give you ten, and you’ll take ten with pleasure if you get his glorious cock in return. You’re already soaking wet and cannot deny that the next smack pushes you closer to the edge.

“All you have to give, sir,” you whimper. “Three…”

“Good girl,” he soothingly runs his hand over your stinging cheeks. “Seven more and you’ll get something nice.”

The next smacks come faster and harder. “Four, five, six, seven,” at eight you’re out of breath and cry out in pleasured pain.

“Eight, nine,” he slaps your ass with both hands. “And lastly,” he slams his hand between your legs, hitting your clit. Your legs tremble and you soak his hand with your cum.

“Oh God…” You can’t come down from your unexpected high. Ari grabs you by the back of your neck to push you onto the couch.

You end up underneath him, whimpering as he moves one hand to your crotch to lift your butt to help him sink into you. He pokes your entrance, impatiently pushing the first inches into your weeping hole.

“Fuck, that’s a wet cunt,” he groans in your ear while conquering your cunt with one hard thrust. “Yeah, you’re a good girl.”

Pressed into the furniture by his hard body you can’t do anything but lie there and let him slowly fuck into you. Your juices soak his cock, and his balls with every deep thrust.

Ari is by all means not gentle. He fucks you for punishment, to make sure your body knows you did a bad thing. “Oh, baby. I lied,” he whispers in your ear after a particularly deep thrust. “I’m going to keep you here for my pleasure.” He thrusts three, or four more times, always avoiding hitting your G-spot.

Ari purrs your name and fills your cunt seconds later. “Aw, don’t whine, baby,” he sinks his teeth in your neck to leave another mark on your body. “This was punishment. You’ll cum when I allow you to cum.”

He groans against your neck, teeth grazing over one of the marks he left. Ari is a man possessed. After he filled you for the first time, he took his time to rub cream into your ass. He toyed with you, fingers and tongue bringing you to the edge, only to not let you cum again.

With your hands restrained to the bedpost, you can only watch him move on top of you. Your hands itch to touch him, but you haven’t earned it yet. You’ve been a bad girl, and he won’t allow you to get more than he’s willing to give.

Ari slowly thrusts into you, thick cock rubbing against your walls. “I want you to cum for me. Come on, little tramp, soak my cock. I want to fill this slutty hole up.”

“Please—” you eagerly meet his thrusts. “I need…please…Sir…A-R-I…” You shudder through your high. Your whole body sizes up and for a moment, you fear you died and ended up in heaven. This is the most intense orgasm you ever experienced, and it takes your breath away.

“Good…” Ari thrusts one last time and stills his hips. His warmth fills you again, and you wonder how many times he already fucked you before he let you come. “Good girl. So, fucking good for me.”

He collapses on top of you, exhausted and satisfied. “Fuck…” you breathe out. “Fuck…fuck…that was…”

“Damn, this cunt feels so good. I’m glad you’re a criminal wanting to break into my property. I didn’t have such a good fuck in years…”

“Well…I got two more weeks off so…” you wiggle your hips, making Ari groan. “I could just invade your property for a little longer and you can punish me again.”

Ari lifts his head to look at you underneath him. He smirks, liking your idea. While you look up at him, mirroring his smirk Ari plans to keep you forever…

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[witchywithwhiskey]

a gift for the bar owner

pairings: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader, soft!dark bar owner!curtis everett x female reader

summary: for curtis's birthday, ari gives you to him for the night.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, drunk sex, intoxication, rough sex, oral object insertion (f receiving), masturbation (m), cumshot, exhibitionism, sadism/masochism, painplay, rough body play, biting, free use, heavy objectification, heavy degradation, humiliation kink, salirophilia (kink for ruining someone's appearance/dirtying them up), somnophilia, cock warming, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (only with ari), pet names (bambi, baby, kiddo), possessive behavior, aftercare, a couple mean hot men—let me know if i missed anything!!!

word count: 7.9k

a/n: ok so i have no excuse for this except i saw a gif of a girl getting wine poured over her face/chest and i wondered who of my characters would do that. and apparently the answer is dive bar owner curtis. so here we are. also please note that this little fic takes place after the chapter of trucker king where curtis and lloyd will be properly introduced so no, you're not supposed to know what exactly reader's tattoo is and yes, i will be revealing that in due time.

trucker king masterlist ● trucker au masterlist

Since Curtis Everett was one of Ari Levinson’s oldest friends—and one of the few people he trusted—your trucker decided that the perfect gift to give his friend for his birthday was you. A whole night where you were nothing more than Curtis’s free use fuck toy. 

The only condition was that Curtis had to follow the same rules Ari had set the last time he’d let his friend use you—no kissing, no permanent marks, and no coming inside you. Curtis had quickly agreed, and the plans were set.

Ari hadn’t asked you whether you wanted to be gifted to Curtis for his birthday, but you still thought it was a great idea. 

After all, Curtis worked so hard running Everett’s Roadhouse, the dive bar just off the highway that was frequented by Ari and plenty of other truckers, and he deserved a night of having his own personal fuck toy to use however he wanted. It was his birthday, and he didn’t have a girl of his own, so you didn’t mind stepping in for the night.

In fact, after the evening you’d spent with Curtis and Ari’s other oldest friend, Lloyd Hansen—when your trucker had given them permission to use you however they wanted in exchange for some favors—you were excited to be Curtis’s birthday gift. You’d liked the big, grumbling bar owner, and you wanted to make his birthday special. 

As part of his gift, Ari had let Curtis pick out what you’d wear. So you strolled into Everett’s Roadhouse on the night of Curtis’s birthday wearing the sweetest little sundress you owned—and nothing else besides the shoes on your feet. 

The dress was a bright white cotton with little flowers dotted all over it, and short enough to swirl around your upper thighs. The sweet little garment was at odds with your surroundings in the dive bar, which were grimy and dirty, lit by dim lightbulbs and flickering neon beer signs. It made you stand out immediately.

As soon as you entered the bar, every man in the establishment turned to look at you, their gazes ranging from drunken interest to greedy hunger. Even with Ari at your side, his posessive hand on your lower back, they couldn’t seem to drag their covetous eyes away from you, like you were an oasis in the desert.  

It took you a moment to understand the attention, but when you did, a delicious tremor of excitement raced down your spine—you were the only woman in the whole building. The bar was closed for Curtis’s private party, and the only people in attendance were his friends, who were all rough-looking men that you presumed were mostly truckers or old friends like Ari. 

You wondered, not for the first time since Ari had told you his plans for his friend’s birthday, what exactly Curtis would do with you. You knew Ari’s rules would save you from anything too unpleasant, but there was so much they didn’t cover. The possibilities of how Curtis might use you made your pussy tingle with anticipation.

Ari’s hand was firm on your lower back as he guided you further into the bar, your wedge sandals sticking slightly to the filthy wooden floors of the roadhouse. The gazes of all the men you walked past slid over your bare skin like oil, the sensation settling heavily between your thighs, where a sensual warmth bloomed. 

That warmth only grew the closer you got to Curtis, who stood half a head taller than any man in the bar. The imposing bear of a man was leaning against the bartop, talking with someone about something, his broad shoulders and thick biceps stretching the limits of his black t-shirt. Curtis’s blue eyes were bright in the dingy lights of the bar, contrasting against his pale skin, dark beard and shorn hair. 

When you finally arrived at the circle of men gathered around Curtis, Ari gave you a shove through the crowd and you stumbled toward the bar owner. It was only when Curtis fumbled to catch you in his arms—the stench of beer thick on his breath—that you realized he was already so drunk, he could barely stand, and that was why he’d been leaning against the bar. 

“Hey there, bambi,” he slurred, his arms loosely circling your waist. His hands slid down to grope your ass, but Curtis must’ve forgotten he was still holding a beer, because you felt it tip. A second later, cold liquid spilled over the plush curves of your ass.

Instinctively, you squealed his name, “Curtis!” The cold beer was running down the valley between your cheeks, making you squirm in his arms. You tried to get away from the spilling liquid, but you ended up pressing closer to Curtis’s massive, burly chest, practically climbing the tall man with your fingers fisting in his t-shirt and your body plastering to his.

Thankfully, Curtis didn’t mind in the least. He managed to right his beer and chuckled, looking down at you fondly, his mouth curled in a devastating smirk even as his eyes were hazy with drink. The alcohol seemed to have softened Curtis’s rough edges, and he appeared almost warm—nothing like the grumbling man you’d met previously.

“Damn, bambi, ya just got here,” he said, loud enough for the men closest to him to hear. “And yer already trying to jump on my dick like some kind of slut, huh?” He chuckled darkly and his friends joined in, making heat creep up your neck and fill your cheeks. 

But you didn’t deny it.

Instead, you recovered yourself quickly, forgetting the beer still plastering your dress to your ass and pressed closer to Curtis. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your tits against his broad chest, you enjoyed the way his eyes dipped lazily down to your low-cut neckline. 

“I’m yours for the night, big man,” you purred, your body warming and responding to being pressed so tight against Curtis’s muscled chest. It wasn’t difficult to let a seductive smile curl your lips. “You can do anything you want with me.” 

A grin spread slowly across Curtis’s face, the expression lecherous on his handsome features as he leered down at you. 

Before he responded, though, his gaze shifted over your shoulder, and he gave a quick nod. You knew without looking the gesture was meant for Ari—an acknowledgement that Curtis remembered your trucker’s rules and understood he couldn’t do anything. But close enough. 

Curtis’s free hand groped your ass hard as he turned to the crowd, taking a swig of his beer before calling out to his friends.

“Didja hear that fellas?” he crowed, his excited energy riling up the throng of men, all of whom seemed to be as drunk or drunker than Curtis. “Ari’s little cock slut said I get to do anything I want with her tonight!” 

A cheer rose up from the crowd, men all around you raising their glasses in the air while they yelled so loud it felt like a physical cloud of excitement. The energy was infectious, an eager grin curving your lips as you looked around at all the truckers and degenerates who were celebrating your objectification as a free use fuck toy.

Out of curiosity, you turned to look for Ari among them. You found your trucker standing still and quiet, watching you, a glass of amber liquid in one hand. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and he wore a devious little smirk on his face that had your body warming with arousal. Even though he wasn’t joining in on the deafening cheer, you knew he was just as excited by the prospect of seeing you used by Curtis as everyone else.

Before Ari could direct you to look back at Curtis, the big man you were plastered against got your attention with his next words, shouted to the crowd.

Curtis had waited until the cheering died down a little to ask, “So what should I do with her first?”  

Obscene suggestions were hurled at you and Curtis, men’s voices blending into a cacophony of depravity. The things the crowd wanted Curtis to do to you ranged so wildly from nearly tame to absolutely vile that it made your head spin. Ari’s rules would prevent the worst of the suggestions, but not everything that Curtis’s friends were calling out, and you wondered with a twisted shiver of excitement what your trucker’s friend would pick to do to you.

“POUR YOUR BEER ON HER!”

Curtis’s whole body turned to the voice that had called out that last suggestion, dragging you along with him since your arms were still looped around his neck, his hand still holding your ass. Curtis pointed at his friend with his beer, some of it sloshing onto the floor with the fervor of the gesture.

“Now that’s an idea,” he shouted to the man in the crowd you couldn’t see. Curtis tipped his beer in his friend’s direction then took a swig. He looked down at where you were still pressed against his chest, your body hanging from where your arms were holding onto him. “Get on your knees, bambi.” His voice was rolling thunder, so deep and dark, it sent tiny, pleasurable zaps of lightning through your nervous system. 

The speed with which you detached yourself from Curtis and dropped to your knees had the men all around you whistling in appreciation. You heard more than a few of them mutter things like, “What a good, well-trained slut,” and “Gotta get me a girl like that.”

You preened and beamed with pride at the praise, finding Ari in the crowd again and hoping your behavior reflected well on him. He’d been the one to train you to follow orders so well, after all.

Your trucker gave you a small nod of recognition that made happiness burst in your chest, and you turned back to Curtis with a happy bounce of your hips. You couldn’t help but notice the low groans that came as a result of the little movement and you smiled wider.

The wooden floor was sticky beneath your bare knees, but you paid it no mind. You suspected—and you’d turn out to be right—that you’d be dirtier and filthier than even the floor of Everett’s Roadhouse before the night was through. The excitement you felt made you bounce again, making your sweet little sundress flutter around your thighs.

Curtis’s eyes watched the hem of your dress hungrily, seemingly distracted by the movement until he shook himself and remembered what he was doing. Raising his beer, Curtis let the crowd cheer for a moment while you waited with anticipation. From your spot on the floor, Curtis looked even bigger and more intimidating, which made something low in your belly quiver with excitement, heat gathering between your thighs as your thoughts skated away.

A growled question from your trucker’s friend brought you back to the moment.

“Ya ready, bambi?” 

Your hands were laying lightly on your thighs, your knees spread on the floor. You were more than ready, and at Curtis’s question, you tossed your head back and pushed your tits out, giving him a challenging smirk as you purred, “Gimme what ya got, big man.”

A half feral grin spread across Curtis’s face, and then he was tipping his bottle toward you, cold beer splashing over your face mere seconds after you shut your eyes. The pungent liquid rolled down your cheeks and slid down your neck, soaking the front of your white dress. 

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin, the white cotton no doubt becoming see-through as it was soaked in beer. Your nipples puckered and hardened against the flimsy material, putting on a show for Curtis and the crowd of men around you.

The bar owner emptied the bottle over your face and the front of your body, the beer getting in your mouth and nose, rivulets streaming down over your tits and between your spread thighs. It dripped to the floor beneath you, creating a small puddle on the sticky wooden boards. 

All around you, men cheered loudly and lewdly, urging Curtis to degrade you as the filthy slut you were. You grinned at the attention, loving every second of it and knowing that the men were only allowed to witness what Curtis was doing because Ari allowed it. Because Ari had given you to his friend for his birthday, and this was what Curtis had decided to do with you.

When the beer stopped flowing, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking the alcohol from your vision as you stared up into Curtis’s darkened blue eyes. You knew you must look a mess. You’d worn makeup that wouldn’t hold up to such an onslaught, and you had no doubt that your black mascara was streaming down your cheeks and adding to the wreckage of your face. But the way Curtis looked at you made you think he liked it—a lot.

“Edgar, gimme another beer!” Curtis called, keeping his gaze locked on you, his blue eyes dipping down to take in the sight of your beer-stained dress. 

The slip of fabric was sticking to your skin and it had become see-through where it had gotten wet. But it wasn’t drenched yet, and you could tell from the glint in Curtis’s eye that he wouldn’t stop until it bared you entirely. Excitement fizzed through you, and you bounced your hips while you waited impatiently for Curtis’s command to be met.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the bartenders open a new bottle of beer and pass it into Curtis’s big, waiting hand. Neither you nor the bar owner took your eyes off each other, and it made the moment all the more intense. For all that you had an audience to your degradation, in that moment, you were there for Curtis, and only Curtis. You were his, if only temporarily, and he seemed to relish that knowledge just as much as you did.

“Ya thirsty, bambi?” he asked, some of the drunken slurring leeching out of his tone as he grinned lecherously down at you. His gaze broke away from you and he looked around at the men gathered close but not touching you, his eyes sparkling with depravity when he met yours again. “Ya want some more?’

Your heart was racing with excitement, the awareness of having so many men watching you thrumming deliciously beneath your skin; you couldn’t help the way your hips bounced with eagerness as you nodded quickly. “Yes, please,” you said sweetly, biting your lip to stop from grinning too wide up at your trucker’s friend.

Curtis’s eyes darkened with sinful intent and you felt yourself growing wet. But the dampness between your thighs had nothing to do with the beer Curtis had poured on you, and everything to do with the fact that you were so turned on by the way he was treating you. And all the while, you could feel your trucker’s eyes on you, a reminder that you were Ari’s and he’d given you to Curtis as a gift. 

“Stick your tongue out,” Curtis rumbled, a thread of steel in his voice that made you shiver. In that moment, he reminded you of the grumbling man you’d met when Ari first introduced you to his friends, and you realized you’d missed that side of him. “Show all my friends what a good little slut you are.”

If you could’ve followed the order and smiled at the same time, you would’ve. Instead, you had to settle for submitting to Curtis’s command, sticking your tongue out as far as possible and tipping your head back, letting him see down your throat.

It was an invitation for him to give you more, to give you all he had, and the entire bar knew it. The men surrounding you roared their approval while Curtis offered you a pleased little smirk. It was the nicest he’d ever looked and it nearly made you smile, but you held your position.

“That’s it, open wide, slut,” Curtis encouraged in a low, roughened voice, depraved delight sparking in his blue gaze as he degraded you on the floor of his bar.

The look in his eye and the tenor of his tone made you quiver. Your pussy throbbed more insistently with need the longer you stayed on your knees and submitted to the degradation the bar owner offered. But you channeled that desire into opening your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out a little bit further, catching the approving smirk that flickered at the corners of Curtis’s mouth.

The bar owner nodded at you, took a sip of his new beer, and then, with no other preamble, he tipped the brown bottle over your face, showering you in the bitter liquid. 

With your lips open and tongue out, plenty of the beer splashed into your mouth and you swallowed it down as best you could. Despite your best efforts, you choked and gagged a little, tears slipping from your eyes to join the rest of the mess on your face as you endured Curtis’s treatment.

The men in the crowd jeered as you struggled beneath the degrading pour of Curtis’s beer, but he shifted his hand, the cold liquid moving to pour down the front of your body. The stream seemed endless and you could feel the beer soaking into your dress until the entire front of the garment was drenched.

By the time the bottle was empty, you felt half drowned, gulping down air as the beer you’d swallowed sloshed around in your belly. Your head was a little dizzy, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the lack of air, but you swayed a little on your knees, glancing down to find that the entire front of your dress was see-through, your tits and puckered nipples on full display for everyone to see.

At the sight of yourself, your pussy throbbed, your inner walls clenching pathetically around nothing as desire blazed through your body. When you looked up at Curtis, you were certain he could see your arousal in every line of your expression, and he smirked, the expression sharp on his handsome face.

“Y’know, bambi, your dress is a little dirty,” Curtis rumbled, as if he hadn’t been the one to sully it in the first place. But you didn’t care about that, you only cared about the anticipation building in your body. You knew Curtis was leading somewhere and you couldn’t wait for him to get there. “I can’t let you walk around my bar like that, dripping beer everywhere.” 

It escaped no one that Curtis’s dive bar was plenty dirty already and a few drops of beer wouldn’t make it much worse, but a cheer rose from the crowd as they caught on to the fact that Curtis was planning something. You bounced slightly on your knees, pouting up at the bar owner and trying to look abashed, biting your lip against a grin. 

“What’re you gonna do about it, big man?” you asked sweetly. 

Curtis gave you a half-feral grin, the expression more snarl than anything else, and it was your only warning. 

Faster than you would’ve thought possible for the big, drunk man, Curtis stooped down and slipped his hands into the neck of your dress, his rough fingers grazing your soft flesh. You let out a quiet little moan that you were certain only Curtis could hear, making him pause for a brief second, his eyes fluttering closed. But then his hands were moving again, yanking on your dress.

In a split second, Curtis ripped your dress right down the center. You gasped loudly as your tits were bared to the crowd of men in the bar, the sound loud in the moment of stunned silence. Your breasts bounced free of their confines, your nipples hardening and revealing to the whole room how much you were enjoying Curtis’s rough treatment.

The cheer that broke out at your nakedness was so loud, it made your ears ring. It also drowned out the sound of rending fabric as Curtis tore the shredded garment from your body, flinging it into the crowd. His eyes were heavy as they trailed down your body, your skin prickling everywhere he looked—your nipples tightening into desperate peaks and your pussy weeping from where it was nestled between your parted thighs.

Curtis’s eyes flared at the sight of the tattoo just above your slit, a reminder of who you belonged to. But you hoped it also reminded Curtis of the first night you’d met him—the night Ari had given you to both Curtis and Lloyd to use how they wanted. Your pussy dripped at the memory, and it seemed Curtis was just as affected, the big man pausing for a moment before he shook himself. 

“That’s better,” Curtis muttered, his gaze lingering on your weeping pussy like he wanted to bury his bearded face against your soft cunt. Instead, he dragged his eyes back up your body, the blue of his irises darkened to the color of the midnight sky as he murmured for your ears only, “Look so fucking pretty, bambi.”

You smiled and ducked your head at the compliment, which meant more to you than the obscene catcalls and lewd cries from the crowd around you. It was a reminder of the friendship that you and Curtis shared. You may have met because he was one of your trucker’s oldest friends, but you hoped Curtis knew you thought of him as your friend too.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking up at the bar owner from under your lashes. “Are you enjoying your birthday?”

Something resembling a grin curved the edges of Curtis’s mouth, the expression nearly hidden in his beard. His eyes slid away and looked up, and you knew without having to check that he was looking at Ari again. Before you could discern what the glance meant, though, Curtis was chucking you under the chin and saying, “I am, thanks to you, bambi.” 

Your heart gave a happy little flutter, but before you could respond, Curtis was standing up and waving his arms to get the crowd to quiet down. “What d’ya think fellas, is Ari’s little cock slut dirty enough yet?” 

The beer that had already been poured on you was starting to dry into a sticky, tacky layer on your skin, but your pussy dripped at the thought of Curtis wanting to make you even filthier. And it seemed his friends liked the idea as well, because they cheered so loud, it felt like the floor was shaking beneath your knees. 

Edgar the bartender already had a beer open and waiting for Curtis when the big man turned to grab one. That time, the bar owner didn’t even need to command you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue—you did that all on your own. Curtis’s smirk was pleased and his blue eyes glimmered with fondness as he tipped the beer over your face, pouring the liquid down your throat and over your body to the cheers of all his friends.

For the better part of the next hour, Curtis took his time defiling you while you sat, naked and on your knees, in the center of his bar, enduring it willingly as the free use toy he’d been given for his birthday. A good amount of the alcohol that didn’t run down over your tits and splash over your pussy went down your throat, and it wasn’t long before your head began to swim. 

Still, your body felt heavy with desire, your nipples tight and desperate to be played with, your cunt pulsing and aching to be filled. It was only because Curtis seemed to be having so much fun, his friends urging him on to make you dirtier and filthier, that you didn’t break down and beg him to fuck you. 

But you couldn’t help the way your body was responding, your mouth falling slack at the teasing slide of liquid over your puckered nipples. If you arched your body just right, and spread your thighs wide enough, you could feel the trickle of beer over you clit, and it made a low moan slip from your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Curtis’s dark chuckle from above was your only warning. At that moment, he shoved the neck of his beer bottle into your mouth, pushing your lips wide and making you gag as your eyes flew open in surprise. 

“That needy little mouth is begging to be fucked, bambi,” the bar owner growled, quickly unzipping his fly and wedging the bottom of the beer between the zipper’s teeth so he could hold your head in both hands and fuck you with the glass bottle. “Take it, cock slut, fucking take it,” he grunted obscenely. 

All you could do was choke and struggle, the remainder of the beer sloshing down your throat and joining the rest in your belly. Your fingers fisted in the denim jeans encasing Curtis’s thick thighs, but you didn’t push him away. It felt good to finally have one of your holes used, even if you were being fucked by Curtis’s beer bottle instead of his cock like you’d wanted. 

Your jaw hurt by the time he pulled away, your lips swollen from being wrapped around the wide glass. Your body swayed unsteadily on your knees, arousal dripping down between your thighs and joining the mess of beer on the floor. The cheers of the crowd had faded into a constant rumble, and you smile dazedly when they urged Curtis on. 

Suddenly, a big bear paw of a hand was wrapping around your upper arm and you were being hauled to your feet. Blood rushed to your legs, your head swimming and lolling to the side as you tried to find your footing. But standing seemed impossible—and unimportant as arousal burned through you, making you whimper and whine desperately. You hoped someone would fuck you soon.

Curtis chuckled at your pathetic noises, the husky sound sending shivers down your spine as his lips grazed your ear. “You’re not too drunk to fuck, are ya, bambi?” he asked in a low, growly voice as he pressed his hips against you, his hard bulge digging into your belly. 

When you’d first walked into Everett’s Roadhouse that night and saw the state of the bar owner, you’d thought there was no way he’d be able to fuck you with how drunk he was. But the hour spent pouring so many bottles of beer over your body instead of drinking them had sobered Curtis up enough to get hard. He was stiff and twitching and pressing into you through his jeans and you wanted him to bury his cock in you.

Your dazed smile widened into a giddy grin and you tipped your head back, blinking your eyes a few times to get your vision to focus enough to see Curtis’s face. “It’s your birfday, big man,” you said, your voice more slurring than sultry, a hiccup interrupting you and making you pause. “I’m use to yours.” Your expression scrunched into a confused pout, knowing your words weren’t right, and tried again. “I’m yours to fuck.”

Curtis was laughing as he hauled you over to one of the pool tables off to the side of the bar, and tossed you down on the green felt. You lay limply on your back, staring up at your trucker’s tall friend while he glared at the guys who’d been playing a game on the table. Their grumbling quickly cut off and Curtis returned his attention to you. 

The crowd shifted to gather around the pool table while Curtis pulled out his cock, which was just as massive as the rest of him. The thick length lay against your mound, the girth covering much of the tattoo there, the tip nearly reaching your belly button. Your inner walls clenched in anticipation of taking Curtis inside you—you couldn’t wait.

“Gimme, gimme,” you mumbled, spreading your thighs wide and pushing your pussy up against the stiff, velvet-wrapped steel of Curtis’s cock. It twitched against your mound, precum dripping onto your belly and joining the mess on your skin. 

Curtis chuckled at your antics, rumbling, “Alright, bambi.” The bar owner grabbed your thighs, pushing you wide as he pulled his hips back, lining up the tip of his big cock with your entrance. Without any warning or preparation, Curtis barreled into your cunt, burying his big cock to the hilt with one thrust. 

Instantly, stinging pain and scorching pleasure cut white-hot through the core of you, overwhelming your mind and leaving your body to react however it wanted. Your head was thrown back, and your lips parted to let out a piercing scream that shattered through the noise of the dive bar.

“Fuck yeah, bambi, scream for me,” Curtis groaned, his big hands kneading your thighs, fingers digging into your plush softness hard enough to hurt. He pulled your body into his, managing to grind his cock even deeper into your pussy, wrenching another, surprised shriek from your lips.

You felt like you were being split in half, pain and pleasure ricocheting through your body fast enough to make you dizzy, your drunken mind unable to tell the difference between the two. All you knew was that it was so much, so overwhelming, and your hands reached out above your head, searching for something to cling to as your mind splintered and your body trembled from the sensation of being split open on Curtis’s cock.

Two warm hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pinning them to the rough felt of the pool table, leaving you powerless to Curtis’s massive cock. He was rocking his hips in tiny little thrusts, the tip of his length battering against your cervix and wringing helpless little whimpers from your lips as your hazy eyes searched above you for the man pinning you down—somehow knowing before your gaze collided with the familiar blue of your trucker’s eyes that it was Ari.

His face was hovering above you, upside down as he leaned over the table to catch your gaze. The edges of Ari’s features were blurred, but you would’ve recognized your trucker even if you were blackout drunk—even if you were so intoxicated you were more unconscious than not. 

Ari’s face was like a star, familiar and steady, and you smiled happily up at him, your heart warming when you noticed the pride in his gaze. 

“You’re doing well, baby,” Ari rumbled, his features sharp and his expression hard. But deep in the blue depths of his eyes, you could see the affection you knew he felt for you. “You’re being such a good fuck toy for daddy’s friend on his birthday.”

You giggled, squirming happily on the pool table, your face upturned to your trucker, your attention completely diverted from Curtis and his cock, even as he still fucked you. You were having fun with the bar owner, but nothing and no one would ever be able to come between you and Ari. You were his, always, and he knew it.

Ari leaned down, and you thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but you should’ve known better. Ari’s teeth nipped the soft lobe of your ear, making you moan, before he spoke words meant only for you.

“When Curtis is done, I’m gonna fuck your filthy little cunt, kiddo, so don’t pass out,” he rumbled, the twisted promise making your cunt clench around his friend’s cock. “Or do, it doesn’t matter to me.” Ari sank his teeth into the bone at the corner of your jaw, biting you hard enough to make you cry out. “I’m gonna use your holes whether you’re awake or not.”

A helpless moan slipped from your lips, your legs spreading wider instinctively at the thought of your trucker using your cunt to get off while you lay unconscious in his bed. You smiled adoringly up at Ari, blinking your eyes slowly. It took you a moment before your swimming vision could focus on Ari’s face, and when he saw he had your attention, he jerked his chin sharply at his friend, commanding you wordlessly to look back at Curtis.

You did, following your trucker’s order immediately, finding the massive bar owner watching you and Ari with a look on his face you couldn’t quite identify. The only way you could describe it was…openly gluttonous. Curtis looked like he wasn’t merely jealous of what you and Ari had, he looked like he would’ve stolen you away from his friend if there was any chance in the universe you’d look at him the same way.

But there wasn’t, and Curtis’s expression shifted as he resigned himself for having the piece of you that Ari had given him for his birthday. It would have to be enough, because even though his cock was inside you, you were still Ari’s and Ari’s alone. 

Curtis grabbed a beer off the edge of the pool table and chugged half of it. As he set it back down, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and leaned over you, his big hands grabbing your thighs again, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. 

The pain only made your arousal flare hotter and you smiled up at your trucker’s friend, murmuring, “Happy birthday, big man.”

“Thank you, bambi,” he muttered, low enough that you knew it was just for you. Then a smirk spread across Curtis’s face, his eyes lighting with filthy desire. “Now, scream if my dick’s too big for your tight little cunt, ya filthy slut.”

With that, Curtis pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your grasping channel, then he slammed inside you. Even with your body having adjusted to the sheer size of him, his hard, brutal thrust pulled a scream from your throat, your back arching up off the table and your wrists pulling against Ari’s hold. 

Curtis laughed loudly as the crowd cheered, the big bar owner setting a ferocious pace as he fucked you hard enough that you knew you were going to be sore for days. But you loved it. You loved the pain and the pleasure and the roaring of the crowd as Curtis fucked you in front of all his friends. 

You loved the way Ari’s hands held your arms pinned above your head, how it bared your tits to Curtis, who bent over your body to finally suck on your aching nipples. You loved the way Curtis’s beard rasped against your skin, making you shiver as your pussy clenched hard around his thick cock.

Your mind floated deliriously through the waves of pleasure and pain crashing over your body. You felt drunk on cock and alcohol, not knowing how much time passed as Curtis fucked you, but it seemed to go on forever. Your body was wound so tight for so long, you reached a point where you didn’t know if you were even going to come, or if you were simply going to hover on the edge for the rest of eternity.

“Look at me, bambi,” Curtis growled, dragging your attention back to his handsome face. 

It was only then that you realized you’d been staring up unseeingly at the ceiling of the bar, the golden and neon lights swimming through your vision as you lay limply beneath your trucker’s friend. 

Curtis’s blue eyes were dark and his mouth was twisted into a desirous snarl, his beard making him look like a feral beast as he pounded into you. 

“You’re gonna come on my cock, d’you hear me?” 

Words escaped you, your tongue simply lolling out over your bottom lip when you opened your mouth to respond. All you could manage was a frantic whine as you bobbed your head in a nod. 

“Good slut,” Curtis grunted, one of his hands falling to your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit between your slippery folds. “Come on my cock, bambi, c’mon, come on my big dick like a good little cock slut.” The rough pad of his thumb rubbed your slick, puffy clit unrelentingly, and suddenly, you were tipping over the edge.

Your mouth fell open wider and your spine arched up off the pool table as you screamed, your release crashing over you, wave after wave of pleasure hurtling you closer and closer to a darkness that wanted to claim you. But you clung to consciousness, your scream turning into a high, keening whine that could’ve been a sign of pain or pleasure. 

Your release seemed to spur on Curtis and he rutted into you, fucking your clenching pussy as he watched pleasure contort your face and body. Then, with a final grunt, Curtis pulled himself free from your body. He jerked his cock in a big fist until he spilled all over your belly, making sure none of his come fell anywhere near your pussy or the tattoo there.

Curtis’s chest heaved, his eyes distant and dazed with pleasure as he wrung every last drop of come from his cock, and you watched him with the satisfied smile of a job well done. 

When the last rope of his come had splattered, warm and sticky, against your belly, Curtis finally sucked in a deep breath and grabbed the beer handed to him from the crowd. He took a deep swig while he tucked his cock away with the other hand. 

“Thanks, Levinson,” Curtis rasped, tipping his bottle to your trucker, who just nodded. Ari’s hands were idly massaging your wrists and you melted onto the rough felt of the pool table, knowing your trucker would take care of you. Curtis turned his blue eyes on you, and he tipped his bottle to you as well. “Always a pleasure, bambi,” he said, a genuine look of appreciation on his face. 

You were about to respond, but then Curtis turned his beer over and he used the alcohol to wash his come from your skin. You squealed loudly when the cold liquid rushed over your heated skin, instinctively bringing up your legs to curl into yourself, making the crowd laugh and jeer. 

When the beer was empty and his spend was cleaned from your skin, Curtis stumbled away into the crowd, the big man being swallowed up by the well-wishers and revelers congratulating him on fucking you good. Since you knew Curtis was done with you, you looked up at Ari, twisting your hands to wrap your fingers around his arms.

“Can we go now, daddy?” you asked softly.

Ari nodded and gathered you up from the pool table, setting you down on the edge while he pulled off the flannel shirt he’d worn over a white t-shirt. He tugged it over your head and helped you get your trembling arms in the sleeves, then ducked down to brush a kiss to your lips. The events of the night were catching up to you, and you were drunk and exhausted, but you sighed into your trucker’s mouth.

“You did good tonight, baby,” Ari murmured against your lips, and your heart felt like it was suffused in the warmest sunlight. Ari’s praise made you feel lighter than air, even as he pulled away.

You smiled up at your trucker as he straightened, staring at Ari like he was your whole world, which he was. His eyes were the softest you’d ever seen them as he stared right back at you, the tiniest smile curling the corners of his mouth. 

Just then, Lloyd materialized out of the crowd and Ari finally looked away from you to exchange a loaded glance with his other oldest friend. Lloyd seemed to be much more sober than Curtis, and he helped your trucker lead you to the bathroom, where Ari cleaned you up a little and let you relieve yourself after all that you’d had to drink that night. 

Then, Lloyd cleared a path through the drunken crowd while you and Ari followed. Between the two men, no one dared to try to touch you, and you sank into Ari’s side, feeling safe with your trucker as you looped your arms loosely around his waist. He smelled familiar and wonderful and you didn’t even try to hold yourself back from burying your face in his chest even as you kept on walking.

Lloyd pushed open the door of Everett’s Roadhouse and you sighed happily when the cool night air brushed against your heated, still slightly sticky cheeks. Gravel crunched beneath the soles of your sandals, and you blinked your eyes in the darkness until they focused enough to see Ari’s big, black truck looming in packed parking lot surrounded by other long-haul rigs.

“Drysdale’s gonna have a lot of business tonight after that show your girl put on,” Lloyd commented, casting his gaze across the expanse between Everett’s Roadhouse and Diesel Dolls, the strip club on the other side of the parking lot. Lloyd snorted and adjusted the front of his pants, and it was only then that you noticed the sizable bulge there. “Including me,” he muttered.

Your hazy thoughts strayed to the strip club, and you couldn’t help but imagine Lloyd getting a lap dance from a beautiful stripper. The tattoo artist sitting back on a plush couch while a gorgeous woman gyrated on his lap, his fingers twitching to grab her and touch her and defile her the way you knew Lloyd liked.

You didn’t even think to picture yourself as the stripper. Instead, in this little fantasy, you were sitting on Ari’s lap, your trucker’s cock buried in your cunt. Maybe he’d even let you get your own lap dance from Lloyd’s stripper, your body pressed between Ari’s and the other woman…

Your body lurched forward and if it wasn’t for Ari’s firm grip on your waist, you would’ve gone sprawling across the parking lot. For the rest of the walk to Ari’s rig, you tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not let your mind wander so you wouldn’t end up feeling more sore than you already were. 

When the three of you came to a stop beside the driver’s side door of Ari’s truck, Lloyd let his eyes slide to you before moving quickly to your trucker. 

“I hope you had a similar gift in mind for my birthday, Levinson,” Lloyd said with his usual oily charm, his mouth curling into a smirk beneath his well-groomed mustache. 

“We’ll see,” Ari rumbled, but his tone was good-natured. You couldn’t help the way your body clenched at the salacious, and somewhat victorious smile Lloyd shot your way.

But the events of the night were weighing heavily on your shoulders, exhaustion creeping into your bones, and you didn’t have the brainpower to wonder what Lloyd might do with you if you were gifted to him on his birthday. Even if you knew you’d have just as much fun with Ari’s other friend as you’d had with Curtis.

“Daddy,” you whined softly, burying your face against Ari’s beefy chest. His hand squeezed your hip possessively and he said his goodbyes to Lloyd, then helped you into the truck, making sure he was the only one who could see the way your pussy flashed as you climbed into the cab.

Ari followed you up and locked the door behind him while you crawled into the cot in the back, laying down on top of his soft blankets despite the sticky residue still clinging to most of your body. Ari pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his pants, then joined you in the narrow bed. 

Your body melted at the familiar comfort of his weight behind you, and you began to relax as sleep tugged at the edges of your awareness. But when Ari’s cock pressed hot and hard against your bare ass, you remembered his promise from inside the bar, how he said he was going to fuck you whether you were awake or not. You moaned softly while he bunched up the flannel shirt you still wore around your waist. 

Your face was already pressing into the soft pillow on Ari’s bed, your eyes closed, but you arched your back and pushed your ass against Ari’s hard length, inviting him to slide inside your slick cunt. You were sore from Curtis’s fucking, but wet again for your trucker. You were always wet for him, your body craving the feeling of his cock filling you up in the perfect way that only he could. 

“Ya gonna stay awake for me while I use your messy cunt, cock whore?” Ari rumbled into the back of your neck. The flat of his tongue swiped up the column of your throat, wringing a soft whine from you as he licked the beer from your skin. It felt so good, sending shivers down your spine and raising goosebumps all over your body. “Or did my friend wear you out?”

All you could manage was an unintelligible mumble, the sound muffled by the pillow crushed beneath your face, as sleep pushed more insistently into the border of your wakefulness. Ari’s deep chuckle rumbled against your spine, making you even wetter for your filthy, perfect trucker.

“Go to sleep, kiddo,” Ari murmured in your ear, his hand sliding over your hip to press against your lower belly, his fingertips grazing the tattoo that was branded into the skin of your mound, just above your pussy. His touch moved your body slightly, arching you enough for the head of his cock to find the slit of your cunt. “Let daddy use your tight little hole while you get some rest.” 

Ari slid inside your pussy slowly, pressing the air from your lungs as he took his time impaling you on his cock. Your aching inner walls clenched around him desperately, pain and pleasure flaring to life and zinging through your exhausted limbs. A rough, greedy grunt rumbled in Ari’s chest, the sound softening into a warm, satisfied groan once he was fully seated inside you.

It hurt a little to be stretched out around Ari’s cock so soon after taking Curtis’s pounding, but when your trucker wrapped his arms around you, holding you cocooned in the cage of his broad chest while he rocked his hips almost gently against your ass, you felt yourself melting into him. Ari’s lips and tongue worked against your neck, licking sticky beer from your skin, his beard deliciously familiar while he set an almost soothing pace as he fucked you.

Despite the soreness between your thighs, and the tiny zings of pleasure thrumming through your body from Ari’s cock rocking into you, your exhaustion was too great and it wasn’t long before you were slipping into the warm comfort of sleep. That night in Ari’s truck, you fell asleep with a blissed out, cock drunk smile on your face, happy as could be to be in your trucker’s arms.

You may have spent much of the night as a gift for the bar owner your trucker called a friend, and you were glad you could be part of making Curtis’s birthday special, but you would always belong to Ari. And you would always end your nights in his arms, because that was where you wanted to be and where you belonged—with your trucker, Ari Levinson.

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