#professor!alpha!ari levinson x student!omega!reader

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Higher Love: Part 7

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door slammed open and shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted you; he wanted everything about you.

And now it was official.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; ��� // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

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Chris Evans characters

MasterList

Multi-character

Grizzly 🐻 (Alpha Jake Jensen/Andy Barber/Curtis Everett x Omega reader) R18

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Lloyd Hansen

Oneshots

Bad Daddy : (Daddy kink) bratty reader x Daddy Lloyd Hansen R18

Paper hearts : Professor Lloyd x Student reader R18

Steve Rogers

Oneshots

She thinks my tractor’s sexy : (AU) Farmboy Steve x reader R18

Chapter stories

Prized possession : Alpha Steve x Purchased omega reader R18

Part 1

Part 2

Chris Evans

Oneshots

Pinned (female reader version) : Rough Chris x reader R18

Pinned (gender neutral version). R18

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Stud : (1970’s Vintage Erotica AU) Ari Levinson X Reader R18

Robert Pronge

Oneshots

The summer of 85 : New neighbor Robert x Reader R18

Stucky

Philia and Eros : Roman AU, Domestic Bliss, R18

The Main Masterlist

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Higher Love: Part 8

The door shut with a soft click, the room was covered in darkness that came from the empty space and closed curtains. Though there were slivers of light coming from the slips between the cracks that hadn’t been pulled tight, the room-darkening curtains had effectively blocked out as much sunlight as possible.

Without turning on the light, you’d dropped your bag to the floor by your desk and stumbled forward, first sitting on the edge of the bed in order to kick off your shoes, and then your back met the mattress with a heavy thud. You lay still until you had the gumption to shift onto your side and curl in on yourself with your hand tucked under your chin.

There was nothing you’d have liked more than to sleep and sleep for days, however the weight of a few papers you’d have to write about the history of symbolism in fashion and fiction, the two topics integral. It was a pivotal portion of your degree that would aid you in creating your line of figure skating costumes, an attempt to make it easier for other skaters to find something that wouldn’t have cost thousands of dollars.

With the expectation that you would be tasked with handing in a paper you hadn’t started yet, you should have pulled yourself from bed and centred yourself in front of your desk to work. And yet the longer you’d laid in bed with your hands tucked under your chin and your legs pulled close to your chest, the last few tendrils of your motivation had dissipated like a slow rolling fog that had come and gone.

You lay there, in the silence of your darkened room, unmotivated and unwilling to task yourself with creating your paper. Rather, you had laid on your bed and let your mind escape you, your eyes fixated on your roommates bed and the fading scent of Johnny Storm that had once been clinging to the blankets. Even if you had wanted to pull yourself from the bed, even if you had all the motivation in the world to start typing away at your computer, you felt bogged down. It was as if there was a blanket weighted by heady lead draped over you, or if your muscle fibres were being replaced with solid steel and copper until your entire body had become artificial.

The feeling of being weighed down hadn’t just affected your physical being, but your mental state as well. Your mind was running on its own, only to return to you when you focused your thoughts on the practice you’d finished with Coach Tucker. It wasn’t the practice that had become a jumbled mess of thought and memories that betrayed you, it was as if time itself had betrayed you with an endless and dense haze that obstructed the minutes, hours and days of your week.

When was the party? When had you gotten drunk and had been taken home by Ari? How long had it been since you and Ari spent the weekend together? How much time had passed since you slept together that weekend? Had Ari already filed the necessary paperwork to cement your relationship together as alpha and omega?

Johnny and Lucas told you that he had, that it was official but could you even trust yourself? Could you trust what you’d been told or was it another quick ploy by your mind fabricating memories?

The door opened and shut quietly, the soft padding footsteps of your roommate had been the only indicator that you were still conscious and not in a state between. You had tilted your head and followed her with your eyes as she had sat on the bed opposite yours and raised her hands to her face, fingers slowly massaging her temples. She, like you, looked as if she was completely stripped of energy although there was a lingering and detectable scent masking hers that alluded to her energy being pulled for an entirely different reason.

“I don’t want to bother you, but…” her voice was soft, her hands trembling while she set them in her lap and turned her head, exposing the brand-new mark ensconced on her neck.

“Johnny?” You spoke his name, unable to even raise your voice above a whisper.

“We were both…drunk and it just…” She sighed and shifted the placement of her hands, covering her face and muffling her weary sigh. “Johnny and I are going to talk after his next class. I just came to gather some clothes.”

“I’ll have a room to myself.” You surmised what she was trying to say without fully explaining herself, and the only response you’d gotten from her was a small nod. “It’s okay. I don’t know how long I’ll be here either.”

Silence had fallen for a moment between the two of you, not awkward in the slightest but there was a lot to be said that couldn’t have been aired. Your roommate was fooling around with Johnny, they had an innate and deep bond that alluded to them being a good and perfect match. Like Ari and yourself, the connection was impossible to skip over and you were happy for her. Even if they had marked each other while they were drinking, they had recognized each other as a good match otherwise the bond wouldn’t have taken.

“You don’t deserve that,” your roommate broke the silence as she stood, wrapping her arms around her middle, “from that asshole Tucker. You should make a complaint to the athletic department about him, there’s gotta be some misconduct or something.”

Your reply to her was just as soft-spoken as before, just as pliantly lifeless and effortless. It was a single word, a single syllable and she didn’t find much value in your plain answer although she didn’t question it. Instead, your roommate had walked toward her dresser, grabbing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, tucking both under her arm.

You followed her with your eyes, watching her as she moved back toward the door. You studied her as she hesitated to open the door, your eyes meeting when she looked over her shoulder and spoke again. “You shouldn’t let that fucker walk all over you, at the very least you should tell Ari. He’s your alpha and the hockey coach, he’s got pull. You should rely on him.”

She had left as quickly as she had come, the door closing again with a soft click.

Ari knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what his rights and limitations were as an alpha, and even beyond that, as your alpha. There were safeguarding laws and regulations that were in place for situations just like this, in cases where omegas were being physically, mentally or emotionally attacked by an alpha.

While it could have been negated to some extent or made to be unfair by designation if some alphas took advantage of the safeguarding laws, Ari was going to use it to his and your benefit. But then, there were other omegas who were being put under the same rigorous scrutiny from an alpha who used his position to gain access to them in any way he wanted. By promising to make or break their potential career, Lance Tucker had taken full advantage of some omegas who were either too frightened or unwilling to come out and make complaints about him, or their complaints were swept under the rug to save face for the alpha.

It wasn’t just an attempt to save you that fuelled his motives to go after Lance Tucker in every possible way that he could. It was Ari being made aware of the treatment other girls had received from the alpha, and no punishment resulting from the accusations and the claims that had been acknowledged by the school. Whether the omegas had been paid off or they had gotten threatened with their scholarships or positions on teams, it hadn’t mattered or altered his decision. Ari was going to deal with it, and he had retained a lawyer to take on this matter for you, and for any other omegas who would want to press charges.

However before that had even taken place, Ari had to speak to the head of the athletics board and the association for the school. Ari would use his position as the hockey coach to try and handle this without physically threatening Lance Tucker under the protection of the safeguarding laws.

Ari couldn’t physically stomach the idea of being idle and not acting. He couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it. He had to do something, not just for you but for the other omegas who didn’t have someone willing to protect them.

There was no turning back, there was no other road he could have taken to avoid a confrontation like this. Since he was informed of the treatment you’d suffered through your coach in the name of succeeding at figure skating, it hadn’t taken Ari long to find other complaints.

Other skaters and dancers, gymnasts that Lance Tucker had targeted and screwed with. This had been unjustly swept under the rug to save face for Tucker, the accusations dropped in the name of keeping a successful but problematic coach.

Ari was beyond pissed. He was beyond pissed. Truly he was utterly enraged by the whole prospect of the university keeping everything hidden. Ari was formally recognized as your alpha through the university, and all the necessary paperwork had gone through and been processed. While had come certain rules about not being overly bold with your public displays of affection while on campus, there was nothing to bar the two of you as consenting and legal adults from pursuing a relationship.

Regardless of when the relationship was formally recognized in the school, or how much time had passed after it had been accepted, Ari was not going to back down from confronting parties responsible for putting you in danger.

He had documented the process with an email first sent to the head of the athletics association and the head of the board, as well as the dean. Ari had kept himself level-headed in the email, though he was not going to water down the accusations and the need to discuss how to deal with it. He had sent the email, he had started the process and then he went to talk face-to-face.

Though he was level-headed in the email, there was something about facing the man head-on that had negated his patience piece by little piece until he had been bordering on the edge of being completely in tune with his natural and predominantly primordial urge to protect you with everything he had.

It was a tactically sensitive conversation albeit one that would quickly become overshadowed by his anger and his disgust that this was going on, and for who knows how long, with nothing being done. Certainly, when Ari had first stepped into the office he had intended to try and maintain his composure despite how pissed off he was.

However, with the door still open behind him, all it took was one clear look at his old friend sitting behind his desk sipping on scotch for Ari to lose his composure. It came with the minimal force of a weak twig being snapped, and the even clink of his friends glass back against the desk for Ari to make the first move.

“Ari please-” The door slammed shut, the aggressive atmosphere had come entirely from Ari and his urgency to protect you and those other omegas. The force behind the door slamming shut had rattled the glass, the subtle shake a mere iota compared to the tension and the debilitating conversation that was going to happen one way or another.

“Don’t fuck with me, Ethan. I am not someone you want to fuck with, I’m allowing you to deal with it before I do.” He stalked toward the desk, every step producing a pounding beat in his ears until he stopped at the edge and glowered down at his friend.

“Ari you can’t do anything-” His hand slammed against the desk, his palm pressed flat against the expensive finish of the hard wood. He was not going to back down from this. He was not going to leave until it was necessary. Ari’s eyes were darkened and his teeth had been grinding egregiously, his aggression aimed entirely at the head of the sport’s association for the university. Ari had considered him a friend. Even now he considered him a friend. However, Ari was not willing to overlook these transgressions nor was he willing to turn a blind eye to what had been happening to these girls.

“Dammit, Ethan! I can do whatever it takes to handle this, to protect them!”

“Ari this takes time-“

“Time? This takes time? The university doesn’t give a shit about these girls, no one is giving a shit about these omegas and for what? To appease some half-assed one-time champion who fucked his way to the top? Dammit, Ethan! These girls need someone to stand up for them!” Ari hissed and leaned forward as a vow, not a promise, fell from his lips. He was willing to become a nightmare that wouldn’t go away, he was willing to throw it all away, everything he had accomplished, in order to protect you all. “Are you going to handle this or am I?”

Silence was what fell between them, and Ari had responded to the deafening line drawn in the sand by rising to his full height. He slipped one hand into his pocket and reached for his lawyer’s business card, the raised lettering promising hope and some kind of resolution. With a clear statement made by Ethan, Ari had pulled the card from his pocket and set it down upon the wood before sliding it forward.

“My lawyer will be contacting you.”

“Ari, please-” While Ethan protested, Ari had turned away from him and left the office with as much anger as he had when he entered.

It was up to Ari.

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Higher Love: Part 4

Ari stared at the paperwork laying before him, the black ink on the pages becoming blurry the longer he focused on the blank forms. He had wondered if this was the right next step to take, to start filling out a docket for courtship without speaking to you first.

It was a necessary step to protect you, the omega, in a scenario wherein Ari as the alpha would have the stronghold in the relationship. Whether he had believed it or not, as the alpha he would have typically held the power between the two of you and these forms were meant to keep omegas safe from overbearing alphas that may have wanted to weigh in on aspects they shouldn’t be.

However, despite having the forms, he had yet to fill them out. He had yet to do anything but stare at the ink.

Maybe it was his hesitancy to bring up the subject when you had thought Ari was the reason why your skating hour was taken away from you. It was his hesitancy regarding one of the first meetings you’d had that made him question whether you would even accept it or not. Would you be open to anything he had to say after thinking he took your practice hour away from you? Did you still blame him?

Or would your hesitancies lie elsewhere?

Maybe it was the age difference and the fact that he was your professor. While there were no real illegalities about a professor courting a student, there was a lot to be expected from the relationship itself. Ari was older, he had been a professor for a few years now and had been a coach for longer. He had held wisdom where sometimes you did not and there was a greater sense of understanding when it came to the world around you.

There were differences between you two that Ari had concerns about.

As much as he wanted and felt that deeply wound connection, already blossoming from the first few meetings, Ari had only wanted you to be comfortable and feel safe. He had wanted you to know that he could and would always keep you safe, protected by his strength.

If this happened, and you had accepted his courtship, things would have to change.

You would need to switch classes from Ari’s to another class to avoid favouritism and the two of you would have to limit PDA on the school’s grounds. There would be a lot of paperwork involved in making sure you specifically were protected in case it turned to ash.

Ari had sat back in his chair and draped his arm across the desk, the heel of his hand tucked under his chin while two of his fingers brushed his bottom lip. He was deep in thought, lost in the inner workings of this form while endlessly stewing over what to do next.

There was a connection between you two, Ari had felt his alpha hindbrain screaming at him that you were his true mate. Ari could feel it within the roots of his heart and soul that you were his, and in conjecture, he was sure you felt the same.

But how soon was too soon? How soon should Ari try submitting the forms to let the school know that a university professor was seeking courtship with a student, who was above the legal age?

In the end, Ari had dropped his pen to the desk with a clatter and angled his head back, fixating his eyes on the ceiling. He had studied and counted the greying roof tiles of his office, the ones that had suffered at the hands of some of his hockey boys, and trailed the shape of the light fixtures with his eyes.

He had decisions to make, he had conversations that needed to be started but above all of that was the constant draw of his mind to your image. All he could think about, all he wanted to feel, was the weight of your eyes upon him and your skin against his.

Even in the most subtle ways, Ari had craved you.

He had done everything to avoid dealing or not dealing with the paperwork until he had heard the buzz of his phone vibrating against stacks of papers that needed to be graded, and the game plans he had been mulling over. Ari had scrambled to fish his phone out of the hold it was in, and had turned it over to see the front and the caller ID.

He had hummed under his breath when he had seen Johnny’s name flashing on his screen, wondering which of his hockey boys needed to be rescued from whatever party they were at. When he had accepted the call, Ari had held the phone against his left ear, balancing the device between the side of his face and his shoulder which had freed his hands to set one form aside for the stack of papers he was going to take home.

“Johnny,” Ari had answered with even temperaments though it hadn’t lasted long when Johnny had slurred, “what’s going on?”

“Coach Levvy,” the sound of cheering and jesting had gone on in the background of the call, and Ari couldn’t quite distinguish the chaotic nature of their drinking games through the music blasting through speakers, “got my ass kicked at beer pong-“

“You need help, Storm?” Ari was in the process of shoving papers into his leather bag, already preparing himself to leave for greek row to save whoever needed it.

“Not me.” Johnny’s voice sounded distant for a moment and then he rest the phone against his ear again. “Not me, Levvy. Your…little ice princess is drunk. Lee and Shea taught her beer pong, few drinking games-“

Ari’s heart fell into his stomach, knotting egregiously the longer Johnny had rambled with slurred speech. Ari had moved autonomously, he had swiped his keys from his desk along with his leather bag and was already halfway out of his office when a voice, one much clearer, had come through the phone.

“She’s a little worse for wear, coach.” Nick had stolen Johnny’s phone, a bit of a slur to his words though not nearly as incomprehensible as Johnny had been. “Jake’s with her, keeping her away from more alcohol or from accidentally hurting herself.”

“I’ll be right there.” Ari closed the door behind him, roughly yanking it closed and quickly shoving the brass key in the lock to lock it. “I’ll be fifteen minutes. Make sure you stay with her.”

Ari had stalked through the halls, moving swiftly with primordial urgency that drove him toward you. It was his hindbrain, it was his nature as an alpha to protect and care for his omega.

Nothing was going to stop him from finding you, and taking care of you as you needed.

“Are you good?” Nick’s steady body against your own is the only object keeping you steady and stable, and as mildly comforting as his scent is as an alpha, your hindbrain is screaming for another alpha.

“That was so much fun!” Your words are slurred and your vision is blurring, but you can feel the lingering excitement from the last win at beer pong that had tipped you over the edge. “Do you do that every weekend?”

“Not every weekend,” Nick replies with a chortle, taking in your tipsy and drunk state with amusement, “it’s fun now, wait until tomorrow.”

“You know I’ve-“ you cut yourself off with a sharp squeak, the toe of your low-heel boots catching on a crack in the pavement making you stumble forward.

“Careful, Y/N.” Nick catches you, and with little resistance, hoists you back up to stand. “You don’t drink often do you?”

“I’ve never played beer pong before but it was so much fun, and it was great throwing the ball but I don’t think I did very good-“

“You won at least once.” Nick counters your ramble with soberness that counters your inebriated state, feeling relieved when he sees Ari’s vehicle pull up to the curb, and the protective alpha get out without cutting the engine.

“Ari’s here.” Nick helped you down the concrete path, an arm around your waist holding you steady while he waits for Ari to ascend the path.

“I don’t…I don’t see Ari…” Your voice was no more than a ramble and you had hiccuped softly, while your wavering vision had finally focused on your alpha, the lagging response time directly related to your tipsiness. “Oh! There he is!”

Ari had come to a stop before you, his eyes searching your face and a soft hum building in his throat when he takes note of your glossy eyes and inability to stand on your own. There’s a surreal tenderness in his gaze and his touch as he carefully snakes an arm around your waist and another under the back of your knees, lifting you into his embrace.

“I wanted to stay, I was having fun.” Your lips had formed a pout and you had attempted to wriggle free from Ari, only to have your willpower and your instincts to have disconnected. Your hands had become balled in his shirt and your right temple rested against his shoulder followed by a sense of ease that had settled over you.

“You’ve had too much to drink, sweetheart,” Ari mumbles softly, mouthing a thank you to Nick that goes unnoticed by you. “You need to go home.”

“Can’t go home, Ari. I can’t go home, alpha.” You whined, tilting your head back to look at him, your lips parting with your continued slurred speech. “My roommate is having sex with six-second storm-“

“I’m taking you to my place then.” Ari had only set you down long enough to open the passengers’ side door, and then he had gently laid you in the seat, working effortlessly to have you buckled in.

“Safety first,” your voice countered your hand’s movements, your acknowledgment of his action clashing against your attempt to remove your buckle, “I don’t like it.”

“Leave it.” Ari’s hand stilled yours, and his tone had lingered on an alpha command. “You need it.”

Ari had studied you in the passengers’ seat, watching you shifting and shuffling to get more comfortable, and then he had turned in the driver’s seat, reaching behind him for one of his flannels. His hand grasped the plaid, fingers curled in the softness before he pulled it up to the front and gently set it in your lap.

“Alpha!” you squeaked and yanked the flannel close to your face, inhaling his scent and purring vivaciously as the pleasure and comfort of his scent had been exactly what you needed and wanted.

The sight of you inhaling and drinking in his scent had hit with the weight of a freight train, reducing him to a soft and simpering mess. It made him want to completely envelop you in the safety of his embrace and never let you go.

“Ari, you smell so good!” you groaned in appreciation, filling your senses with his scent again and again with every inhale. “How do you smell so good?”

“You think I smell good, honey?” Ari teased you, his lips tugged and forming a proud smirk when you had chirped harmoniously.

“You smell so good! And you’re so pretty!” Your voice was a series of chirps, continuing as you rest your hand on his cheek. “You’re such a pretty alpha and so strong and-“

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” Ari returned the sentiment with a purr of his own, amused by your state and appreciative of your compliments. “But you’re drunk, honey-“

“I wanna mate with you.” You cut him off, seriousness abiding you even if it was momentary.

“Y/N you’re drunk, baby.” He had tried to counter your claim, despite feeling his heart catching.

“No!” You frowned, your eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, yes I’m drunk but…you make me feel safe. I like feeling safe, and you…you stood up for me and…”

“And..?” He encouraged, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“And I wanna…I wanna have your mark.” You added, your eyes growing heavy with increasing exhaustion.

“I have to court you first, sweetheart.” He reached for your hand and rest it upon his heart as he had earlier, and slipped his fingers in with yours. “But we need to talk when you’re sober.”

Silence had come between the two of you, momentarily, and then you had jarred in the passenger seat and turned toward Ari. You had rested your palms flat against the console and leaned in, your eyelashes brushing against your cheeks as you bat your eyes at him.

“Ari…” you cooed seductively, even if you had no real control over yourself at the moment. “Did you know…”

“Know what, honey?” Ari stopped at a red light and took the chance to study and observe you in your drunken yet adorable state.

“Did you know that you’re incredibly good-looking?” You grinned and extended your hand to rest against his cheek, gently rubbing his facial hair.

“And that little bit of silver…Ari, your grey…” you bit down on your bottom lip and whimpered, the flood of warmth pooling between your thighs was easily picked up by Ari, the scent of your arousal fuelling his deepening want.

“Do you like it?” The lights adjacent had shifted from green to yellow, soon they would turn red and the pivotal eye contact would end.

“Yes,” your voice quivered and shook, just as your hand trembled against his cheek, “Ari yes…”

“Does it turn you on?” Ari had drawn in a breath, gauging your want with his own eyes and ears.

“Yes.” You answered honestly, and Ari had let it settle in his chest. “It makes me weak.”

As the vehicle before him had started to go, Ari had let go of the brake and slowly stepped on the gas. He had averted his eyes back to the road, driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand on his thigh. He had flexed his fingers against your leg, slowly and comfortingly easing you to relax.

He saw you reach for the radio and turn on the dial, not caring for anything in particular and rather just wanting the beat and the tune. As the song had shifted to something familiar to Ari, he had begun singing low and quietly almost as if he was singing a melody to put you to sleep.

Another few minutes had passed, another few minutes before Ari pulled into his drive and shifted into park. He had run his hand over the steering wheel before eventually killing the engine and pulling the fob from the ignition. Ari slipped the keys into his pocket and then unbuckled himself, pausing to take in the sight of you sleeping in the passenger seat, your hands gripping his flannel.

“Time for bed, sweet omega.” Ari had unbuckled himself and opened the driver’s door to get out. He had closed the door behind him as softly as possible and walked around the back of the vehicle to your side. With as much gentility as possible, Ari had opened the door and leaned down to unbuckle you. He had scooped you into his arms and held you securely against his chest, mindful of your restful state while he ascended to the front door.

It was a matter of processes and steps to unlock his front door and step inside, managing to keep you nestled and safe, and then a few more quiet moments to take you to the guest bedroom.

He has done all he could to stop himself from jarring you when he set you down on the guest bed and tucks you in. Ari had done his best to make you comfortable and nestled in the blankets, finally stooping low to brush his lips against your forehead.

“Have a good sleep, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.

*This is the kind of grey/silver I picture Ari with*

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Higher Love: Part 2

The puff of visible air as you exhale is seen before it dissipates as you approach the ice, your gloved hands gripping the boards of the arena as you stand on the other side and stare at the expensive piece of ice that is colourfully decorated with the numbers, names and colours of sponsors who have supported the team for years.

The boards were almost perfect in their integrity, the cleanliness of the arena was beyond what you had imagined and you wondered for a moment how overwhelming the noise would be during a game when the players were on a kind of high as they battled it out for the win.

“Hockey players,” you exhaled again and saw your breath again before it had dissipated, “puck monkeys.”

You hadn’t been to many games in your free time, maybe a handful when your ex-boyfriend coerced you to watch him play. And if you had entertained the idea it was mostly as a way to appease him and not because you had overly enjoyed the game.

To you, the idea of chasing a piece of rubber around a rink while slamming each other into the boards or having fist fights was never entertaining. To you, the whole idea of hockey culture and the ritualism some fans of the sport had inflicted upon themselves was maddening.

Your ex-boyfriend was one of those kinds of alphas who had specific rituals and customary superstitions that he had lived by, and it was those stupid and foolish rituals that had caused your inevitable break.

The stupid boy who had told you he couldn’t have sex before a game was the same arrogant alpha who had another omega giving him head before he started. And his justification was that it wasn’t sex, it didn’t count and she was a whore anyway. As if, by hearing that he was screwing around with omegas who were ‘whores’ you would be okay with his act of infidelity.

“Asshole,” you grit your teeth and shook your head, stepping onto the ice when you were ready for your early morning practice, “should have never agreed to a date with him.”

When you had closed the boards behind you, you had skated toward the center of the ice and raised your arms above your head and stretched to the left, your eyes fluttering closed as you breathed evenly and counted to five.

You had already warmed up off the ice but you had wanted to continue a short warm-up once you touched the slick surface. It was a routine of your own, a set of guidelines that you had adhered to because they worked well for you, especially on these early morning practices.

“To the right,” you mumbled under your breath, the headphones in your ears paying a random playlist on the music app you had used, the upbeat tune motivating you, “and then a few laps around the ice.”

As you had straightened yourself out you took a moment to reach up and grab the edges of your toque, fingers grasping the knit material to yank it further down your ears.

The rink was always cold, had always left you with a chill, a factor that had always seemed to leave you with a chill that lingered especially when you were in your tights and figure skating dress. This morning, however, you had made the smart decision to grab your fleece-lined leggings and fuzzy socks for, after practice, a staple learned from other skaters.

It was one of the few tips and tricks you had learned that wasn’t rooted in sabotage which had been a risk to most skaters. There was always an element of toxic competitiveness that was standard for the event, and while not every team was driven to win every single event they had gone to, you had met enough coaches and skaters who were manic enough about the trophies to win by any means necessary.

“Your coach,” your dorm mate had warned as if she had been speaking from experience despite not being a figure skater, “is intense. And he hates Coach Levinson. It’s pretty public knowledge that the two alphas have never seen eye to eye, and your coach is…ambitious.”

The warning had come, and it had been acknowledged when your coach had informed you that practice was needed almost daily for at least an hour if not two before classes had even begun. The coach was intense, as your dorm mate had warned, with the kind of vigour that had alluded to the kind of toxicity you had seen before.

“if you want to make it as a skater, you need to remain focused. Don’t fuck with the hockey boys, don’t fuck with any jocks, and do not waste my fucking time.” Your coach had welcomed you and your skills, but not without arrogance and cockiness.

“He’s an asshole, but he’s a good coach.” Of the other skaters you had met, Kate and Hope were your favourites, the two brunette’s sharing their resentment for the few other skaters on the team who seemed to consistently be in the good books of your coach.

As the song had switched, you had changed your approach and began skating backward until you were ready for the jump, and upon using your toe pick, you had taken the jump and spun like you had so many times, landing perfectly back on the ice.

The celebration of your jump and its completion was short-lived as you had spun back to face the boards and come across a few hockey players dressed in all their gear who had leaned against the boards to watch you with arrogant smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Tinkerbell!” One of the players had set his stick against the boards and yanked his gloves off, dropping them onto the ice. “You gonna put a show on for us?”

“What do you want?” With the addition of the chortling from some of his teammates, you had grit your teeth and began skating to the edge, stopping sharply to toss fine particles of ice towards them, the light dusting barely affecting them or their smart-mouthed leader who had leaned in and looked you over.

“Didn’t know we had tickets to ballet on ice.” His smirk widened and you had gotten a peek at his blonde hair beneath his helmet.

“Do you have a problem you arrogant alpha?” You were on the edge and felt outnumbered by the amount of massive and intimidating players that were likely going to start pouring out of the locker rooms.

“yeah, Tinkerbell.” He had drawn his eyes over you, settling on your chest specifically and the desire to take his stick and shove it up his ass was becoming tempting. “We want our ice-“

“Your ice? You don’t own it.” You sneered and yanked the boards shut when he tried to get access. “I have a time slot to practice.”

“Sure you do, ya know if you wanted to meet us so bad, all ya had to do was ask.” He cocked his head and bit down on his bottom lip in an act that could have been interpreted as seductive but had made him look stupid.

“I would rather chew my foot off than waste my time and effort to meet a bunch of arrogant puck monkeys like you.” You had grit your teeth and closed the barrier on the second attempt to open it, your eyes narrowed into a glare that had been cast from him to the other players entering the arena.

“What’s going on, Storm?” Another player approached, clearly the goalie, and had started to climb over the boards, only to be pushed over by another.

“Nice going, Jensen.” A voice and the player you recognized as Lucas Lee had followed suit and climbed over the board, nudging the goalie with his skate.

“Give us the ice, Tinkerbell.”

“I have a name, dick.” You stood before the boards and set your gloved hands upon the smooth surface, blocking him from coming onto the ice despite two of the players already being on the ice with you.

“You wanna give me your number with your name, baby?” The player in front of you had raised his eyebrow as he flirted with you, the playful and cocky streak full bore.

“I am not your baby!” You raised your voice, aggressive and irritated at the events that had taken place while you were meant to be practicing.

“you could be, ya know if you be a good girl and let me on the ice.”

“Are you serious? I had the time slot-“ You growled under your breath, cutting yourself off when your skin rippled as yet another alpha had approached, this one affecting you deeply.

It was immediate, the way that his presence had stirred some innate reaction within you that was impossible to ignore. It was his scent that was radiating like fine mist through the crowd of players, his scent that had radiated and coiled around your ankle as if to become a permanent stain against your skin.

“Johnny, what’s the hold-up?” His voice was deep and husky, the dulcet tones sending shivers from your head to your toes, warming and chilling you all at once. “You’re supposed to be warming up”

“Not my fault, coach Levvy. Some ice princess is blocking me.” Johnny, the arrogant pinworm had stepped aside and you had come face to face with your professor again.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment he had held your gaze and you held him, you felt as if the earth had subtly shifted and moved to respond to some kind of flurried connection between the two of you. It was almost as if someone had bound you and your professor together and they were now starting to tighten and tug on the holds.

“Y/N.” He spoke your name airily, muttering the syllables with soft overlapping beats that had effectively warmed your belly. “I didn’t think you would be here.”

“I have the time slot and your arrogant pinworms-“

“Pinworms?” Another alpha, chaotic and troublesome had stepped up to the boards, his head cocked to the side.

“Pinworms. White, parasitic worms that can live in the large intestine of humans that are one-half inch long.” You seethed and slammed the board open, smashing the surface into Johnny’s leg. “Ya know, the approximate size of your dick.”

You growled under your breath and pushed past them, pushed through them as you stalked toward the dressing rooms designated for the figure skating team, smoke figuratively blowing out of your ears as you stalked down the hall away from the arena. Your hands were clenched by your sides and you were nearly at the door, nearly in the safety of the dressing room when the door was shut on you.

“Y/N I didn’t know.” Ari had followed you, he had closed the door on you and prevented you from running further from him.

“You didn’t know that your hockey team, that you coach, was going to completely obliterate my turn to practice?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feeling the early morning hours weighing on you.

“Omega-“

“See you in class, professor.” You kicked the door open and slammed it in his face, aggressively locking it behind you.

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I feel like this is something reader would choreograph for herself as a ploy to get back at Ari for something

Of course, she’s encouraged by his hockey boys