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The Meeting
After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.
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You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-
"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. âStop being so nervous, theyâre going to love you.â
âWill they?â You raise your eyebrows at him. âItâs your ex-wife, who could think Iâm going to try and replace her⌠Not to mention MayaâŚâ
He squeezes your hand. âTrust me, sweetheart. Sarah will love you. Maya will love you.â
âSays you, youâre biased.â You rest your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable and trying to stop your mind from racing.
âAnd Iâm right,â He kisses your hair, parking along the street. "C'mon pretty girl, let's get you inside. Sarah mentioned some kind of dessert we're supposed to try- daughter's orders."
You can't help but laugh, knowing his sweet tooth knows no limits as you keep a tight grip on his large hand, letting the cool breeze soothe some of your nerves. You bite your lip nervously as Ari firmly knocks against the wood, and you release a slow breath before a beautiful woman opens the door.Â
"There you are, come on in." Sarah ushers us inside, eying Ari disapprovingly but smiling at you softly. "Nice to meet you. Usually he isn't this early."
You laugh a bit, knowing damn well you're both later than planned. "I <i>tried</i> to get him out the door on time."
She shakes her head, grinning as she crosses her arms. "He's a lost cause," She smirks at Ari teasingly, making him roll his eyes. "I'm just glad he's here and trying with her. She doesn't need an absent father."
You nod, careful not to overstep despite wanting to defend how hard he works. Their relationship has always been delicate since Maya was born, and even though it's out of love for the little girl, you know he wishes it had ended better. "Well, all that matters is that she has you both now."
"True," Sarah smiles, calling for her daughter as Ari winks at you. "I hope you're ready, she's been excitable today."
As if on cue an adorable little girl bounds down, looking so much like her father but having the warm eyes of her mother. âDaddy!â She rushes over, knocking into Ari enough for a small oof to escape his lips as she wraps her arms around his middle. âYouâre back!â
âIâm back,â He grins, holding her close to his chest. âI issued you, were you good for your mom?â
âAlways,â She grins, and from behind you watch Sarah playfully make a face. âWell, mostly.â
âSounds familiar,â You grin at Ari, not missing the side eye it earns you.
âI have someone I want you to meet,â He rests a large hand on her head, turning her to face you. âThis is (Y/N), my⌠friend.â
âGirlfriend,â Sarah corrects gently, nodding to Ari reassuringly at his nervous expression. âSheâs his girlfriend, just like your aunt has her boyfriend.â
She nods, understanding dawning in her eyes. âNice to meet you,â She smiles gently, taking your hand. âYou gotta come play with us, Daddy always has the best games. Do you work with him? Is he as fun out there as he is here?â
âMaya, take a breath.â Her mother chides, smiling at her energy while Ari makes a face at her ribbing. âShe just got here, remember?â
âIâd love to play with you,â You smile as she lights up, chatting excitedly as she leads you upstairs to her room. Itâs beautiful but simple, full of art and pictures of her and her mom and dad, but nothing negative about their relationship- a testament to their devotion to her. âThese are beautiful, youâre an artist?â
She blushes a bit. âYeah, but not that much. I like to draw Daddy pictures though.â
Ari clears his throat, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. âYouâll have to show her more later. What do you want to do first?â
She instantly moves, leading us into several games- some with Ari playing a sea monster and her leading the ship, some of them drawing and creating stories together, and even some where they play board games with her little collection. By the time you have a second to catch your breath itâs been a few hours, Sarah gently calling everyone down to try something Maya made, and you can see with a glance Ariâs worn out from her antics.
âThis is great,â You hum, smiling as Maya grins happily. âYouâll have to share more of your desserts with us sometime.â
âEspecially with me,â Ari grins, winking at her. âI need more energy to keep up with you.â
Sarah laughs, shaking her head. âWe all do if we want to stand a chance,â She rises to start cleaning up, waving her hand dismissively when you and Ari rise to help. âGo relax with her, I know you have to go soon.â
Ari nods, yawning and stretching. âGive me five and Iâll be ready, I need to recharge a bit,â He pads over to the large couch and flops down, almost immediately falling asleep and snoring the way only he can, and Maya giggles as you wink at her.Â
âI donât know, I think you should make him spend time with you,â You tease, seeing her grin as she sneaks over to him. Before she can do anything he moves, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her to settle on him without opening his eyes. She laughs and tries to scramble away, making you laugh as he tickles her and kisses over her face. Something in you aches, wanting to give him more chances to be with his daughter, and it takes a moment for you to blink out of it and see Ariâs baby blues watching you intently.Â
âHeâs a good father,â Sarah hums, quietly sitting with you at the table and handing you a mug of tea. âAnd a good man.â
You blush a bit, taking a sip and letting the warmth soothe you. âHe isâŚâ
She gently squeezes your hand. âThings didnât work out well for us⌠But I donât regret the time we spent, or that little girl he loves so much. Heâs nothing but an agent, but heâs a damn good father to her.â She smiles at you gently, nothing but warmth and reassurance in her eyes. âHe loves you, (Y/N). I can see it in his eyes. Youâre a good match.â
You smile shyly, a bit touched sheâs being so kind despite her history with your boyfriend. âThank you, Sarah. â
âWhatâs going on here?â
You both look up, Sarah smiling as he holds a half-asleep Maya in his arms. âI think itâs about bedtime,â Sarah rises, tea forgotten as she brushes hair from Mayaâs face. âDo you want to tuck her in before you go?â
Ari nods, smiling as Maya waves and yawns out a goodnight before he disappears upstairs, giving you time to help gather everything and get ready before Ari rejoins you. After a few goodbyes and promises to visit again soon, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer, kissing your temple. âYou ok baby?â
âMore than ok,â You lean into his touch, smiling as his arm tightens around you. âI want that. Someday.â
He raises a single eyebrow, glancing down at you. âWant what?â
âThat. A warm loving place for you to have a family, a place for you to call home when the thrill of the mission fades. You deserve that happiness.â
âSo do you,â He kisses you softly, helping you into his truck but not moving away, keeping his hands on your hips as you spread your legs for him to step closer. âIâd like that. A family with you.â He kisses your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. âBut youâre my home, (Y/N). Not a building, or a city, or even a country. You.â You flush, smiling shyly, and he kisses you again before moving to climb back into the driver's seat. âWe have a lot of time to practice⌠and I intend to start immediately.â
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How I'm Looking At You, Part 5
Summary: It's just you and Ari
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, dry humping, videoing, masturbating (M) in front of another, breeding kink, cum play, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4K
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You peek over your shoulder, smiling at the giant man that continues to get closer, and taking only one tiny step at a time, to your backside. Youâd nearly finished the dishes from breakfast, and the giant form of Ari is stalking towards you. Always. Like a shadow that you didnât want to get rid of. A playful hunt for his prey. Your talk with him was much needed, and even though thereâs a paranoia of someone finding out and this blowing up in your face, youâre enjoying this time.
Itâs lighthearted, just like the books say it should be. Well, depending on which type of book youâre reading, but youâve almost guessed which ones are a bit more dark. Yes, you do judge a book by its cover, but only because there is usually a difference. Not always, but the darker themed stories always had a particular look about them.
You didnât hate those stories, but they didnât fit Ari. You liked stories that you could see Ari in. Sometimes he was a hockey player with his fast talking mouth. Sometimes he was a cowboy; sweating and showing off his work made muscles. Other times he was a teacher, and you really liked him being a teacher. Letting him explore your body, and teach you all the ways to sin. It was close to real life.
You finish the last dish right before Ari crowds your body with his own. His heated breath is on your neck, causing your feet to spread apart. His mouth presses up against your heated column, and he chuckles. Giving a nip at your neck before pressing his pelvis into your ass. Itâs cruel the images and thoughts that you have running through your mind. You feel him, but not enough at the same time.
Your imagination is running rampant with all the ways he could have you. âUh uh,â he tsks, rolling his hips into yours, and you mewl out his name, âDonât go in your head, stay right here with me at this moment. Tell me what youâre thinking.â
That is what you want to do, but he makes it so damn hard, and heâs so hard, pressing into you. And heâs clouding your vision, and your judgment. He rolls his hips into you again, and your knuckles lighten with how hard youâre clinging to the sink. âA-a-are you going to inspect me again?â
âIs that what youâd like?â
âUh huh,â you want so much more than that. You want to feel him on the inside. You want him crawling into your being, and truly claim you. Ari kisses his way down your body. Starting to sink down to his knees, and he grabs the hem of your dress. Inching higher up your body. Exposing more of your tender flesh.
âMy my, this is a pretty pair of panties you have on,â you were a bit bold when you walked up to your room. The lingerie is sheer, and show everything. âAnd youâre so wet, Darling,â your slick has stained a darkened spot right at the gusset of your panties, and he spreads to your thighs. âI think youâre very frustrated, can I help you with that?â
âYes, please,â you whisper, unable to raise your voice higher than that. He slowly pulls the fabric down your thighs, stopping at your feet, and he gives them a little tap, and you step out of the underwear. Peering behind you when Ari stuffs them into his pocket.
âIâll save this for later,â he smirks up at you before looking at your drenched folds. Ariâs tongue flicks over your velvety lips, moaning at the taste of you before he slaps a hand on each cheek, and pulls you apart at the seam. He gawks at your delectable body. Ready to devour you. âHave you had anything inside of you?â
âNo. Iâm scared.â
âCan I try?â You nod your head, whispering please, and his index finger immediately starts its exploration. He runs the digit up and down your split, gathering up your arousal. Teasing at your entrance before playing with your clit. His mouth hangs open in awe as he fondles you, and then he rubs over your entrance.
Adding enough pressure that a tiny bit pushes through, and you want more. You back your ass up towards him, pushing more of his meaty finger inside of you, and Ari gives a swift bite on your cheek, âYouâre impatient today. Iâm not working in the field. And I told the idiots to go buy some much needed seeds. Apparently Iâve run out. And right now, I really want to play.â
âAnd I â I need friction,â he rolls his eyes, looking up at you expectantly, âThatâs what the books say.â
âYou read trash, you know that?â You push your butt back towards him again, and feel his finger slightly breach through your walls, and a pornographic moan wails out of your lips, âYou are a filthy girl. How does this feel?â He sinks his finger fully in. Circling his finger inside of you, and watching your body accommodate him. Your pussy stretches around him, begging for another finger. Holding himself there, while you try and regulate yourself. âIs it that good that you canât speak?â
You arenât sure what it is. You just know that even one measly finger has receptors flaring up throughout your body, and you canât make sense of time. The only thing you recognize is Ari. He is both the beginning and the end.
He plunges himself in and out of you, smiling as your body starts to rock with his rhythm. Pulling his finger fully out, before sliding another with it. âOh, you look so pretty taking me like this. Stretched out and full.â
You preen at his words. Cheeks heating up from embarrassment and pleasure. Everything is fire as he works your body. Diving in and out of your wetness, and he sticks his tongue out, cleaning your skin of the excess honey. Moaning just as much as you are. His hips buck, mimicking your own movements.
âItâs like you were made for me,â Ariâs thumb starts to circle your clit, and he removes his tongue from you to watch how much your virgin pussy is stretched over his thick fingers. He feels everything. Can feel your walls caving in as he takes you to the edge of pleasure. Damn, you were a minx begging to get out. You were too perfect for this world. Even for him.
âDarling, youâre almost there. Will you let go for me? Youâre doing such a beautiful job,â whimpering his name, he drives harder, âThere ya go. Youâre doing so well. Let go, baby. Just let go,â his words are shattering everything inside you. The buildup isnât slow it is a crash into whatever sin wagon he is taking you on. âFuck yeah. Yeah, youâre coating me with your cream. Oh god, this is beautiful.â
His fingers slow, coaxing you through your high, and you look over your shoulders, âBefore you take it out, can you show me?â His eye lifts up, and his finger wiggles inside of you. âI mean with your phone.â
âDo I have to delete the picture after?â
âNo. I just want to see it. CanâŚyou can video it,â itâs doubly forbidden because thereâs not supposed to be photos or videos of you. But the idea of being able to watch Ari from multiple angles, see yourself take him, makes you weak in the knees.
Ari gulps as he reaches for his phone. His fingers press down on it before you feel him push and pull out of you. Hearing the squelching sounds of your pussy before he removes his fingers. Stretching you wide open for the camera, and then zones in on your exposed hole. He clicks on his phone again before he leans forward, sucking and licking around your pussy. Cleaning you up in his way.
âI donât think you know what you do to me.â
âCan you show me?â He leans back, gazing up at you with such a fascination that it makes you squirm. The intensity in his gaze makes you feel weak in the knees. âIâve shown you what you do to me,â garnering as much confidence as you can muster, you let your dress fall back down, and turn around. Leaning back on the counter, you look down at Ari. âAri, youâre not talking. Can I see you? See how you â no, what you do when you think of me like this?â
âYou want to see me fuck myself?â You nod enthusiastically. Imagining all the ways that Ari compared to the men in the books, but also how it worked. Youâve never seen a naked man before. Can only imagine what lurks below his swollen pants. âWhat do the books tell you about that?â
âThat,â you inhale deeply, blowing the cold air out. A slow flush of heat runs up your body, and settles in your cheeks where they light on fire. âThat you, um â you fist your throbbing cock. Iâve never seen a cock.â
âIf I show you, you have to promise to put these panties back on,â you didnât quite understand. He took them off of you to keep, and now heâs wanting to put them back on you after heâs finished. You donât want to think too much because thereâs an ache inside of you to see him.
âGet on your knees,â you fall to your knees immediately, while he gracefully gets to his feet. Towering over you, and palming his crotch. âAll the doors are locked, and the curtains are closed.â
âI donât care,â at this moment you didnât. You just want to see Ariâs vulnerability like heâs yours. Your eyes roll up to gaze at him, and his jaw tenses. His Adamâs apple quivers, and with trembling hands he slowly undoes his button. The two of you keep your eyes locked on one another, and you canât help but wiggle around with anticipation. You are finally going to see what lies beneath his clothes
His fingers grip the zipper, and pull it down ever so slowly. âDarling, you ready to see what you do to me?â
âYes, sir,â a shiver runs up Ariâs spine, and he plunges his hand into his underwear, and brings out a behemoth of a cock. His hands fall to his sides, and he lets you look at him in all his glory. A steel rod covered in the most beautiful silky skin. Pearls of precum glitter the crown, and you see his heartbeat pulsing in a vein that you very much want to trace with your tongue.
âCan I touch you?â
âYou can if you use your mouth. But this is about showing you how I get off when I think about you,â lifting up to your knees, you stand face to face with his beautiful member. Inhaling his aroma while you inspect him before touching him. âLook up at me when you touch me.â
Thereâs something primal in his voice. The rawness, and yet the almost childish way that he asks you to look up at him empowers you. Inching closer you look up at him through your lashes. Flicking down to his aching cock. You pucker your lips, and glance back up at him. Youâre so close, and going even slower. Slower. Until your lips whisper against his mushroom head, and his essence explodes on your tongue.
Your breathing becomes erratic, but you collect yourself enough to flatten out your tongue, and lick his split clean. Moaning at his musk, while his legs tremble. âAri, I think you should show me how you fuck your fist.â
His movements are harsh as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out your panties. Leaning forward, he reaches under your dress, and swipes the sheer fabric through your drenched cunt. Soaking the panties in your slick before he wraps it around his cock.
His fist tightens, and he gives his cock a hard pull. Panting as he pumps himself over and over. Keeping his eyes on you. âIâll never get my fist as tight as you. I can almost feel your walls gripping me so tight. Your juices leaking out around us, while you make the prettiest sounds. No one will ever be closer to you than in those moments. I will be inside of you. Loving every inch and every curve of your body. Youâre going to feel me for days. And your cunt will be molded to me. Your body will beg for me, and my body will never get enough of you.â
His hips thrust forward, mimicking the ways he wants to fuck you, âYou like that? You like imagining how Iâm going to feel stretching out that beautiful pussy? How my tongue is going to paint your body, and Iâm going to fill you,â his words clip off immediately. You pout up at him, but he shakes his head. Denying you what you desperately crave.
âI want to know how your cum feels inside me though,â he moans. Eyes rolling in the back of his head before he looks back down at you. âI do. I want to know what it feels like to feel you for the rest of the day.â
âYou really are a filthy dirty girl, huh?â He watches. Waits. And you wiggle around. Smiling because he really was talking to you like they do in the books. âYou wanna be my little slut?â
âYes,â his breathing deepens. Every exhale is a growl more than breath, âYes, please. Sir,â you look down at his length wrapped in your panties. Staring as his balls tighten, and the most beautiful cry of your name echoes into the room. He maneuvers the panties over his tip, and he nearly howls. Heart beating in his chest as he stills his moments.
âDid you come?â You scoot closer to him. Observing his cock, and glancing up at him. Smiling and nodding his head. âCan I see?â His breath huffs out as he opens up your panties, and you peer at the thick creamy essence of Ari. âCan I touch it?â
âYouâre going to. Give me a minute.â
âCan I taste it?â He squeaks as he exhales, shaking his head no. âThatâs not fair! You get to taste me.â
âDarling, stand up,â keeping your eyes on him, you get to your feet. And he opens up the soiled panties. Holding them out for you. âStep in.â
âTheyâre dirty.â
âAnd youâre going to get to feel my cum pressed up against your delicious cunt for the rest of the day,â the hesitation isnât because you donât want to feel him. Itâs because it is so salacious and wrong, but itâs your little secret. You could go home with your panties soaked with Ari. Nobody would ever know that you have him right at your pussy. That you made him come so hard. You earned his cum.
You stand there staring at the panties, and your mouth turns devilish as you put one foot in. Stepping into the other side. You pull your dress high, letting Ari fully see you pussy as he pulls his mess up your body. His cums touches your heated skin, and you sigh. Whimpering and rolling your hips at the feeling of him. And Ari taps on your pussy twice.
âThereâs a good girl. The panties are perfect to see me smeared all over your skin,â he holds up his phone, snapping a photo of your creamy mound, and he holds the contraption up to show you. âYou look pretty like this.â
âHow would I look if you were leaking out of me?â
âEven better.â
âWhat about,â you gulp, knowing you could be taking things too far. Thereâs a power in your words. And yet, itâs something you feel in your core. A desire thatâs so deep that you canât even explain. âHow would I look if you really claimed me?â
âHow so?â He calmly asks, reaching for you, he pulls you closer to him, and you lift his hand up, placing it on your belly.
âHow would I look if I was swollen from your seed?â He growls. A deep rumble moves up his chest, and his fingers pulse on your stomach, âDo you want to fuck a baby in me? Let me walk around always full of you, and everyone would know that you fuck me like your personal breeding slut?â
His pupils blow wide. Black pools replacing the most perfect beautiful cerulean. Ariâs lids close slightly, staying half mast. His fingers tremble on your body, âHave you fuck me so deep that you start growing in me?â
âYou canât say things like that,â he struggles to get out. The timbre of his voice an octave higher. Your hand roams down his front, and you cup his hardening cock. âDarling.â
âWhy not?â
Ari spins you around, and pins you to his front. Rocking his hips forward into your ass once, and his mouth attaches to your neck. The heated breath from his mouth sending chills throughout your body, âBecause, I want to bend you over that fucking table, and breed you like youâre my personal whore. Fuck you so deep that my seed grows inside of you. Have you walking around all innocent, while you have a secret, and itâs that Iâm growing in your belly.â
âI want you to,â your voice chokes out. You tug and pull at his hands and arms. Trying to force his touch where you want it. âAri, use my body. Itâs yours. Fuck your baby in me!â
âMy god,â walking you forward, Ari inches you to the counter, slamming you down onto the wood. And his hips buck into your backside. Hunching into your body like a teenage boy with no self control, âYou canât say things like that to me.â
âWhy? Ari, I want you to!â
âBecause Iâve never made love to you. Iâm not going to use you for breeding. I want to. My god, I want to see your belly swelling, and know it was me that did that. I want everyone in this fucking town to see you happy, and glowing. I want to be the one that gives you all your firsts, and take you to heavens you have never been to. But you donât need that right away. Your books are such glorious beautiful trash, but for the sake of my fucking sanity, quit talking like that.â
âWill you fuck a baby in me one day?â He pistons his hip bones into you harshly. An infuriating way to mimic fucking when you just want him in you.
âDarling,â heâs so rough as he pretends to rut into you. Pinning your hands onto the counter. Controlling you in ways that you donât fully understand, but you want to go to whatever sweet sin heâs taking you to, âI will fuck as many babies in that pretty pussy as youâll let me. I will own your body, your pleasure, and every one of your disgusting thoughts.â
One more hard push forward, and warmth invades your backside, and you moan at the feeling of his warm cum sullying your dress. If everyone wanted to call you the town dump and a whore, they could. As long as you are Ariâs whore. âBut let me first take you on a date or maybe teach you how to kiss. Sex is clouding your brain because youâre so uptight.â
âThen just fuck me,â your words are teasing, but youâre serious. âIf you just fuck me then I can focus on everything else.â
âYouâre so needy.â
âFuck me!â
âNot yet, sweetheart,â his lips leave a gentle kiss behind your ear before he stands up. Popping his neck while he checks out his spunk soaking your cotton dress. âYouâre beyond frustrated. Why donât you grind yourself on the arm of my chair? Let me sit on the couch while you give that pussy some much needed friction that you keep talking about.â
âAre you making fun of me?â Spinning around you glare up at him, and he just smirks. of course heâs making fun of you. Heâs experienced, and youâre a sniveling child begging for his cock, and he wonât give it to you.
âYouâre a grown adult acting like a child because I wonât sink my cock into,â it isnât fair! The women in the books got the guy so quick. You just want to feel him. âItâs adorable, and I understand your frustrations. There are times I look at you, and just want to swipe everything off the table into the floor, slam you on that wood, and spread your legs while I rail into you. But youâre not ready.â
âHow come youâre the only one that gets to decide?â
âBecause all youâre focusing on is sex. Iâm trying to be an adult because I know that youâre spiraling. I understand it. And I will let you be that way, but know that I am making a hard â very hard. I just came twice, and thatâs not easy to do. And I havenât even been inside of you. You seriously canât understand what you do to me,â his resolve is failing. If you continue to talk to him like that, he will have his way with you. Heâd lick up every tear that spilled out of your beautiful eyes if he had to.
âIn time,â your eyes fall to his chest. Staring at a patch of hair that is peeking out of the top. âWould you be willing to do some of the things to me thatâs in the books?â
âLike what?â You piqued his interest. His body is practically vibrating with giddiness.
âYou said sit on the couch, while I grind on you,â thereâs certain things in particular you like in the books. You canât explain it. Possibly because of your upbringing and the fear and punishment you feel when youâve done something wrong. You like the bit of humiliation. With boundaries.
âCan â can I be naked?â Ari bites his tongue, groaning again. âIâve never had someone suck my â my titties. A-a-a-and I want you clothed. And talking dirty to me.â
Your curiosity and willingness to try the things youâve read about astounds him. Itâs like you were this perfect woman that was plucked out of the sky and placed right on his lap. Amazing. Just amazing how filthy you are, and yet thereâs an innocence because you donât understand. From what Ari has gathered, sex is vanilla here. But you want to be naked, while you make yourself get off. You want him to suck your tits. All while you straddle and ride him. Ruining his pants with your juices.
âI like it when you talk dirty to me because I know when weâre not in this space that you would never do that. James told me what you said to Jacob,â his fucking name was James? Just James? âThank you. Iâll be your darling out there, as long as in here Iâm your whore,â the shame of it turned you on. You arenât even going to try and make sense out of it. You just want Ari to own your body. You want him to destroy it. Use it. Do whatever he wants to do as long as itâs him.
âAnd Iâd like to make us a picnic, and we have our first date by the river. Okay?â His mouth turns up into the most beautiful smile youâve ever seen, and he nods his head.
âHow does my cum feel on your pussy?â
âI think itâd feel better in my pussy,â without another word, you turn towards the stairs. You would like a nap, and to read a bit more from a particular book. You didnât care what Ari said, you want him to fuck you, and fill you up. Youâd already made up your mind about this life. And it wasnât worth living if Ari couldnât be inside you.
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Say My Name (Ari Levinson x f!reader)
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pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)
wc: 3.6k
warnings: Â soft dark vibes, unwanted physical touch, kinda yucky man vibes, ari saves the day, beefy!ari, possessiveness, smut (p in v), breeding kink, spanking, pet names [baby, princess]
summary: Your neighbor Ari has had enough of the men you bring home.
a/n: This is my first time writing for Ari, I hope I did him justice!! Please lmk what you thought <3
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Josh holds your hand while you lead him up the stairs to your apartment. He smiles at you every time you look back, but itâs not very reassuring. The date hadnât gone as well as youâd hoped. Thereâve been no glaring red flags, but something about him is just⌠off.Â
You stop in front of your apartment, sliding the key in the lock, but you canât help but let your eyes drift over a few feet to your neighborâs door. Your mouth practically waters as you think about that man. Heâs never said much to you, but every time you see him, all you can think about is his strong arms wrapping around you, his soft lips kissing you, his probably hugeâÂ
Josh clears his throat, and you jump a little, forced back to reality.
You unlock the door and shyly step inside, suddenly unsure of if you want him to come in. Josh doesnât really give you time to think about it and crosses the threshold, giving you a smile that shows off his perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth.
âThanks for inviting me back,â he says, closing the door behind him. âYou know, I really like you.â Josh leans against the wall beside you, and you take a step back, trying to put some space between the two of you.
âOh, um⌠thanks,â you stutter out, not sure how to respond. Josh quickly makes himself at home, dropping onto the couch and beckoning you over. He takes your hand the second you get close enough, and he tugs you down beside him, practically on his lap.
âThereâs nothing to be nervous about,â Josh coos, running a hand up your back. It makes your skin crawl. You kind of feel bad; Josh hasnât done anything wrong necessarily. The date was just bland. He didnât seem all that interested until it was over. Heâs plenty attractive, you suppose, though his personality could use some work. He was definitely better at flirting over text.
Joshâs fingers massage your shoulders a little too roughly, moving the fabric of your shirt with his actions. Your stomach turns at the feeling of him touching you. You donât want to offend him or hurt his feelings, but you donât want him touching you, either.
You clear your throat and stand abruptly, pushing away from Joshâs body. âLook, Josh,â you start, twisting your fingers together as you turn to face him. âYouâre a great guy and all, butââ
âCome on, baby, donât be like that.â You make a face at âbabyâ. You donât like the way it sounds coming from his lips. Your neighbor called you that once and now it feels like heâs the only one allowed to say it ever again.
âWatch out, baby, wouldnât want you bruising that pretty face of yours.â
âI think you should go home,â you tell Josh, stepping backward. Your legs hit the coffee table, trapping you in. Josh stands, clearly upset by your suggestion.
âWhyâd you invite me back here if you were just gonna kick me out?â He crowds your space, and you can practically feel the irritation coming off him in waves.
âHonestly, I didnât really invite you. You kinda invited yourself over.â Your voice is quieter than you want; you donât sound as strong as youâd like. Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.
âYou just donât know what you want, and Iâm here to show you.â Bile rises in your throat, and you act without thinking, pushing Josh as hard as you can and quickly getting far away from him. Josh recovers easily and follows you a second later.
âPlease just go away,â you say, louder this time. âReally, Josh, please just go home.â Josh raises his eyebrows but keeps walking toward you, backing you against the kitchen counter.
âNow, why would I do that?â
Ari
I heard her come home with him. Josh. Heâs an idiot, not at all good enough for her. Ever since she moved in, Iâve been on the verge of losing control. Sheâs so beautiful, ethereal, and made of light. The first day I saw her, I wanted her, but sheâs quiet, reserved. My life isnât easy, and I donât want her to get wrapped up in all of it. All of thatâs been changing.
A few months ago, she started dating. The walls in the building are thin. I hear her every time she talks herself through getting dressed for the shitty men she meets with. She tries so hard to please them, to impress them, and they always let her down.
I hear her every time she gets home and crawls into bed, and touches herself. I hear her quiet whimpers and moans.
âPlease, Ari, please.â
She sounds so sweet, whispering my name as she comes undone.Â
Tonight, her date Josh has pushed her too far. There have been a few times when my princessâs dates have gotten too handsy, theyâre overconfident and think they can talk their way into her bed, but sheâs smarter than that.
Joshy here is fucking stupid. I seethe with anger as I hear my princess raise her voice at him. âReally, Josh, please just go home.â
I donât think. I just act. My hand slides to my waistband, feeling the knife I keep holstered at all times. A moment later, Iâm outside her door, reaching for her doorknob.
Itâs unlocked. She didnât even lock the door behind her. She has a lot to learn, but I will teach her. Oh, the things I will teach my beautiful little princess.
I step across the threshold, and instantly, Josh freezes. My princess stares with wide eyes between me and her date.Â
âWhatâs going on in here?â I ask, stalking toward Josh.Â
âLook, man, I donât want any trouble,â he says, putting his hands up as if heâs innocent. He couldnât be further from it. He put his hands on her, on whatâs mine. He upset her. Heâs made her cry.
Her tears shine so brightly against her skin, and it nearly brings me to my knees.
âIt doesnât look that way,â I say, my fingers easily finding the handle of my blade. I flick it open, the blade glinting in the light. Josh stares at the knife. He looks about ready to piss himself.
âAri,â she whispers. Itâs so quiet I almost miss it, but I donât. I turn to look at her and feel the pull she has on me. Something deep in my chest connects me to her, and now, standing in her home, it feels even stronger.Â
I can only imagine what it will feel like when I hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.
âGet away from her,â I tell Josh, pointing the tip of my knife in his direction. Iâm just a few feet away. If he tries to run, he wonât get far. I find I quite like the idea of cutting him down as punishment for what heâs done, but then I look at my princess and see how scared she is.Â
She would never forgive me for making her endure that. âGet away from her,â I say again, practically growling.
Joshy finally makes a good decision and steps away from her, keeping his hands in the air.
I follow the manâs path, leading him toward the door, but the entire time my senses are attuned to my woman. Sheâs shaking where she stands, tears freely falling down her cheeks. Iâll take care of her the second this rat of a man is out of my sight.
I push Josh out the door, but he turns around abruptly, getting in my face. âWho the fuck are you, dude?â He asks incredulously.
âIf you ever come here again, if you ever get close to that woman again, Iâll slit your throat. I wonât hesitate. Do you understand?â Josh stares, jaw dropping as he hears my words. He takes a deep breath and nods.
âUh, yeah, I understand.â On that note, I slam the door in his face. His footsteps retreat a moment later.Â
I hear my woman take heaving, shuddering breaths behind me that snap me back to reality. I tuck my knife away and am at her side in an instant.
âThank you, Ari,â she whispers. I stand in front of her, suddenly unsure of myself. I want to touch her, to hold her close, but I donât want to scare her.
âOf course,â I say, trying to match her volume. My voice comes out gruff and rumbly. My princess shifts on her feet nervously. âAre you okay?â Of course sheâs not okay; that was an awful question.
âItâs better now that youâre here,â she confesses, looking up at me through her wet lashes. Her cheeks are damp from her tears, but she is no longer crying. I rest my hand on her cheek, letting my thumb brush away the wetness from her skin.
She leans into my touch, seemingly comforted by my presence.Â
Electricity courses through my body, spurring me to hold her closer, touch her more. She is addictive, and I havenât even gotten a taste yet.
âI would never let anything happen to you,â I whisper to her, leaning closer to her. This close, I can smell her perfume. Itâs floral, the same one that lingers in the hall every time she passes through.Â
âI thoughtââ she pauses, chewing her lower lip. My thumb that had been caressing her cheek dips down, tugging her lip from between her teeth. Itâs pink and slightly swollen as I rub the pad of my thumb along it.Â
âYou thought what, princess?â I ask, reveling in the softness of her lip beneath my calloused skin. She breathes deeply when I call her princess, and I smirk.
âI thought you hadnât even noticed me. Youâre always cooped up in your apartment or at work, I guess. And I know youâre older than me, so I figured you werenât interested. I just never thought youâd⌠want me.â Heat shoots down my spine. Of course I want her; Iâve wanted her from the second I saw her.
I hold her face in both my hands, relishing how soft she is, and take a breath.Â
âYouâre right. I am older than you. Iâm always working, and when Iâm not working, Iâm in my place. But youâre always on my mind, princess. I hear you sing to yourself while youâre cooking. I hear you talk to yourself when youâre frustrated. I hear you moan my fucking name at night while you touch yourself.â Her eyes go wide, pupils blowing.
âYouâ you heard me?â My grin widens, and I canât help but chuckle at her sweet innocence.
âYes, baby. You know how hard itâs been for me to hear you whimpering, begging for me, and not break down your door? You have no idea how much I want you. Need you.â
Her chest rises and falls quickly as heat rushes to her cheeks. Sheâs glowing, practically vibrating with need.
âAri,â she mutters, mesmerized. My grin is now a full-blown smile, and I watch her carefully as I lean in to kiss her. She responds so perfectly to me, arching against my chest to close the distance between our lips.
Our height difference is noticeable, and I love the way she rises onto her toes to kiss me. She tastes sweet like candy and salty from her tears as my tongue swipes against the seam of her lips. She moans and opens for me, tangling her fingers in my hair. Itâs gotten long, but I love the way her nails scratch against my scalp.
I devour her, drinking her in. I just canât help myself. I thought Iâd been addicted before, but now that sheâs here in my arms, I know itâs so much more than that. To think Iâve gone so long without herâŚ
My hands wander down her body, caressing her neck, her curves, every inch of her skin that I can reach. She responds to each touch with a whimper or a tug of my hair, egging me on.Â
âI need more,â I groan against her, sliding my hands down to her knees and hoisting her up onto the counter. Her ass hits the cool marble, and she shrieks at the temperature, making me chuckle. Sheâs wearing a pair of flowy pants that I easily pull down her body and toss onto the ground somewhere behind me.
Next, I pull her shirt over her head. My woman is a beautiful sight in just her panties and a bra, but I know she will look even more stunning naked and writhing beneath me.
My cock was already hard, but now itâs almost painful.
âAri,â she whimpers as I step between her legs. I run my hands up her legs, squeezing the flesh of her ass before letting my fingers wander up further to her breasts. I love the way my name sounds when she says it.
âFuck, princess.â She arches against me and urges me to tug her bra off of her. I rid her of the garment and moan at the sight of her perfect body. Her panties are gone a moment later and I devour her with my eyes.Â
My hands rest on her shoulders, thumbs tucked under her jaw to keep her looking at me. Her pupils are blown and her lips open as she breathes heavily. Sheâs so worked up and I havenât even done anything to her yet.Â
âAri,â she says again, licking her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her hard before I tug her off the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist and she gently grinds against my abdomen, seeking friction. I bite her lip and soothe it with my tongue.
âTell me what you want, baby,â I whisper against her lips. The layout of her apartment is the same as mine, so I already know where her bedroom is. The door is open and I take a moment to look around at her space. Gently, I place her down on the bed and grin at the thought of fucking her here. Of giving her a new memory to touch herself to.Â
âI want you, Ari,â she whispers, looking so sweet and innocent on her bed. I cock my head, resting my hands on my hips. She sheepishly looks away but I kneel down and force her to look at me again. She takes a big breath before continuing. âI want you inside me, Ari. I need you.âÂ
The fact that I donât immediately rip my clothes off and pounce on her is a testament to my self-control, but she whittles it away with the breathy moan she ends the sentence with.Â
I pull my belt off and start to unbutton my pants, loving the way her eyes follow each movement. When I step out of my jeans and pull my boxers down, my princess practically drools. I laugh at her expression, it goes straight to my ego.
âYou think you can handle it princess?â I ask, fisting the head of my cock. She nods, in a daze, and crawls toward me. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and I bite back a moan when I feel how soft her skin is. She works her hand up and down, replacing my hand with her own, and swipes her tongue over the head gingerly.
âYes, Ari,â she tells me, sucking me into her hot mouth. I run my fingers through her hair, letting her take me at her own pace. I let her control this moment, knowing that soon all sheâll want is to lose control. She hums around my cock and it nearly sends me over the edge.Â
Even though I donât want to leave the heat of her mouth, I gently push her off me and guide her onto her back. I kneel between her legs and litter kisses along the insides of her thighs. Her fingers twist in my hair as she tries to tug me toward her center, where she wants me most.
I bite the flesh of her thigh before I wrap my lips around her clit. She moans loudly, legs trapping my head. I smile against her pussy as I taste her, my tongue darting out to lap up everything she gives me. I wrap my arms around her legs and hold her tightly, not wanting to let her escape from my grip. She wiggles her hips and grips the sheets tightly with her fingers as I work her up and up.Â
I want her to come more than I want to breathe.
She chants my name like a prayer, each time breathier and higher than the last, as she approaches her climax. She pulls my hair harshly, but the bite of pain just fuels me to bring her over the edge.Â
âAri!â She shouts as she comes, grinding against my tongue. I donât want to stop, but I pull back when she starts to whine with sensitivity.Â
âYouâre so perfect, princess,â I tell her, kissing up her abdomen. I wrap my lips around one of her taut nipples and suck it into my mouth. Her fingers scrape up my back and tug at my hair. âSo fucking perfect.â
I grind against her, my cock slipping through her center and knocking her clit. She shudders beneath me as I give her a taste of whatâs to come.
âAri,â her voice is low and raspy.
âYou want me to fuck you baby?â I ask, teasingly, as I give her other breast some much needed attention. âYou want me to make you feel good?â She nods quickly, whimpering.
âPlease, Ari,â she groans. âPlease.â I line my cock up with her entrance and slide in, inch by inch, making her feel all of it. Her hands grip my shoulders and her eyes screw shut as I stretch her. Sheâs so fucking tight it feels like Iâm suffocating.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so good, princess,â I tell her, dropping my head to the crook of her neck. When Iâm fully inside her, I take a second to let her feel how deep I am inside of her. I slide one of my hands between us and press on her lower belly, adding pressure.
âOh my god,â she whimpers. I grin against her skin as I pull nearly all the way out. I thrust into her, hard and fast, barely giving her time to breathe. I set a brutal pace, one that sends electricity shooting down my spine.Â
She clings to me, taking what I give her. She loses herself to me, lets me use her as I please. Sheâs more perfect than I ever could have imagined.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, baby,â I moan, biting her shoulder, âFucking made for me.âÂ
I fuck her like itâs the last thing Iâll ever do. I fuck her like sheâs killing me.
My beautiful princess writhes beneath me and I pull back, turning her over. She lifts her hips in the air, arching her back to show off her perfect body, and I moan at the sight. She will be the death of me. Such a sweet death, that would be.Â
I run my hands over the globes of her ass and smack the right side. She jolts below me but I see the smile that flits over her lips. I soothe the ache before smacking the other side. She moans, but I want more than that.
I spank her again. âSay my name,â I grunt, thrusting my cock between her cheeks. I ache to be inside of her, but I need her to work for it.Â
She wiggles her ass and I give her two more slaps. âSay my name.â
âAri,â she whispers, gripping the sheets below her. Her brow is furrowed, eyes screwed shut.Â
I slip my cock into her and thrust all the way in, hitting a new spot deep inside of her. She sucks in a tight breath, squeezing me tighter. âAri,â she moans.
The way I fuck her is desperate, it gives away how much I fucking need her, how much I crave her.
âSay my name,â I tell her, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. She moans my name over and over again, and each time she says it I spank her.Â
Weâre both close to finishing, both on the edge of ecstasy.
I grip her hips and drive into her harshly, loving the way my princess goes limp below me. The only thing holding her up is my hold on her hips.
âFuck, baby, I need you to come one more time.â She nods and I watch one of her hands disappear between her legs.Â
âPlease come inside me, Ari,â she whispers, burying her face in the bed. Fuck.
âGonna fucking fill you up, princess,â I grunt, picking up my pace. âGonna fuck a baby into your pretty pussy.â My words push her over the edge, and I feel her clench around me. She bucks against me and I hold her hips tightly to me.
I come hard, filling her just like I promised to. Every muscle in my body tightens, and the only thing that relaxes me is my princessâs soft breaths as she comes down from her high.
Together, we collapse against the bed, and I pull her into my chest. My cock is still semi-hard inside of her, but I have no intention of pulling out. Not right now, not when sheâs so soft against me.
âYou did so perfect for me,â I whisper, nudging my nose against her ear. âSo perfect, princess.â She settles in, melting into my embrace, and I take it all in.
Iâm never letting another man touch her, not now that Iâve felt her, tasted her. Fucked her.
Sheâs all mine.
Forever.
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protection (10) â ari levinson
summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.
pairing: dbf!ari x reader
warnings: swearing, use of guns, violence, verbal argument, smut (rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, degrading language, pussyjob, daddy kink, breeding kink, orgasm denial)
wc: 6k
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     You awaken at the same moment Ari does; both of you drawing in quick, shallow breaths at the sound of the alarm blaring. Itâs loud â much louder than any alarm system youâve ever heard in your life.Â
Youâd been peacefully sleeping in Ariâs arms, tucked against his warm chest, and dreaming of exactly that. Now, you clutch the sheets close to you as Ari scrambles from the bed, pulling sweatpants over his naked body and grabbing his gun from the nightstand at the same time.Â
âStay here,â he demands of you, rushing toward the door.Â
âNo,â you say from the bed.Â
His head snaps back over to you, watching as you move to get up. He clenches his jaw and walks back over, then grabs your arm.Â
âDonât be ridiculous,â he mutters, âStay here, and lock the door behind me.â
âNo,â you repeat.Â
He raises a brow, silently daring you to defy him again.Â
âY/N,â he breathes, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine, âLock the goddamn door behind me.â
You swallow, and he takes your silence for resignation. He releases you and steps to the door again, so you grab his tee shirt and toss it over your head before hurrying after him.Â
âAri, wait,â you hiss, grabbing his forearm, âI donât want you going out there alone.â
His eyes soften, âBaby, Iâll be fine. Stay here. Do not open this door for anyone but me, okay?â
âAriââ
âPlease, donât argue. Iâll be right back, I promise.â
He doesnât give you time to form a rebuttal. He merely kisses you quickly, then slips out the bedroom door. He bangs on it twice from the outside to remind you to lock it, which you do. Then, you hurry over and look out the window, finding nothing but the emergency yard lights flashing.
The alarm stops then, leaving an eerie silence to the house. Unable to handle it, you step over to the door and unlock it, then listen for any type of footsteps. When you hear none, you open it and slide out, then move to the top of the stairs.Â
âNick?â Ari yells across the house.Â
âClear,â Nick replies, âMateo?â
âClear,â Mateo says, âJavier?â
âClear,â Javier yells out, âThereâs nobody here.â
âWhat the fuck set the alarm off, then?â Ari snaps.
It sounds to you like the men have gathered in the kitchen, and you have every intention of listening in on them.Â
âHow the fuck should I know?â Javier replies, âItâs your fucking alarm system.â
âYou know, Iâm hearing a lot of bullshit come out of your mouth under my goddamn roofââ
âEnough,â Nick groans, âObviously something set the alarm off.â
âAgreed. I can review the outside cameras, boss,â Mateo steps in.Â
âDo that,â Ari demands, âNick, get some extra guys here and have them do a sweep of the property. I want all exit points in the house secured and sealed. Javier, you can fuck right off to bed. Youâre not needed.â
âYou sure you donât want me to keep her company while you boss everyone around?â Javier mutters.Â
Silence falls over the house for a second, and you start to wonder if Ari has caught you somehow. You glance back toward his bedroom and consider hurrying in before you hear a crash downstairs, making you jump.Â
âI swear to God, as soon as she decides youâre no longer worth the trouble, Iâm gonna put a fucking bullet in your brain. After I tear off every finger of yours that ever touched her. You wanna be smart with me? You can be smart from six feet under.â
You hear Javier gasping for breath, and while part of you screams to go downstairs and stop it, another part of you squirms at Ariâs words. How you can imagine his angry face, his bulging muscles, and his dire need to protect you in every way.Â
âAlright, Ari, youâve made your point,â Nick sighs, and you listen as he removes Ari from Javier, given Javierâs dramatic gasp in, âWe get it, you love your girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she is. Anyway, we have shit to do. Mateo, Javier, go.â
You listen as the two men excuse themselves from the kitchen, leaving only Nick and Ari in the room. You scoot closer to the steps, sliding across the hardwood on your knees.Â
âGuyâs a fucking prick,â Ari mutters.Â
âI know,â Nick says, âSo, you think it was Christopher?â
Your stomach drops at the mention of your father, and youâve never been more desperate to hear Ariâs response.Â
âOf course it was fucking Christopher. He wants her back.â
Nick sighs, âRelax, man. Obviously weâre not going to let that happen.â
âNo, weâre not. I could just fucking take him out. That would solve ninety percent of my problems.â
âSheâd probably be pissed,â Nick argues.Â
You swallow, unsure of how you would actually feel. On one hand, heâs your father. Yours first protector, and the man you trusted more than anyone before Ari. Now, with everything heâs done, of course you donât want him dead, but youâre not so sure youâd mourn him the same way you would have three months ago.Â
âYeah. Fuck. Iâve gotta go back upstairs. Take care of the exit points and Iâll be back down in ten minutes to look at footage with Mateo.â
You scurry back into the bedroom as Nick agrees, then twist the lock. Your adrenaline pumps at the mere idea of him knowing youâd stepped foot outside the bedroom after he told you not to, so you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Heâll be able to tell in an instant, youâre sure, but you wonder if you can just pass it off as nerves from whatever set the alarm off.Â
Ariâs knock against the door is firm but still gentle somehow, much like him. You exhale in relief knowing heâs right there, just on the other side of the door, ready to comfort you.Â
âBaby? Itâs me. Open up.â
You hurry over to the door and unlock it, then fling yourself against him before he can even step foot inside his own bedroom.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask, knowing full well that he is.Â
âHey, yes, Iâm okay, princess,â he coos, stroking his hand through your hair, âNobodyâs here, I promise. We checked every inch of the house and Iâve got guys working downstairs to figure out what tripped the alarm. Iâm sure it was just an accident.â
Heâs lying to you, but you canât tell him you know that. You look up at him through your lashes as his hands slip under your shirt and press themselves against your back, pulling you closer to him.Â
âAn accident?â you clarify.Â
He nods without missing a beat, âYes. Happens sometimes. Look at you, youâre all shaken up.â
Your heart is still racing from the fear of being caught, and the reaction your body has to Ari lying to you only speeds it up once more. You bite down on your tongue, not wanting to start a fight, but making a mental note of this moment.Â
âI was worried about you,â you mumble.Â
He gives you a soft smile, âCâmere. Iâm not going to let anything happen. To either of us. Okay?â
âOkay,â you nod.Â
âOkay,â he repeats, âYou should get some sleep.â
He pulls you over to his side of the California king and lifts you up, setting you on the edge. Your legs dangle and you feel the soft sheets under you, filling your nose with his scent and weakening your resolve. Itâs almost like he knows already â and heâs playing into your biggest weakness. Himself.Â
âWhat about you?â
âI have to go work on the alarm,â he replies, not meeting your eyes, but instead, tucking hair behind your ear, âIâll come back up to you in a few hours. I promise.â
You just nod as he tucks you under the blankets, then pulls them up to cover you. You feel like a child instead of his â girlfriend? Youâd never questioned your title to Ari until Nick pointed it out downstairs, but now, you want to hear him say it.Â
âAriââ you start, but he cuts you off.Â
âShh,â he whispers, then leans down and kisses your forehead, âIâll be downstairs if you need anything.â
You just nod. He smiles at you, then pats your stomach through the blankets before he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you wide awake and alone.Â
     You wake a few hours later to Ari slipping back into your shared bedroom, giving you a tight and apologetic smile as he sees you stir due to his noise. You watch as he closes the door and then crosses the room to get to you.
âHey,â you murmur.Â
âHi,â he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead, âDid you sleep?â
âYes.â
He nods, then stands up straight again. He gives you an easier smile, not as forced.
âI have to go out for a bit. Mateo and Nick are going with me, but I have five guys I trust downstairs that are staying with you. Iâll introduce you before I go so you feel more comfortable.â
You sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard. Slowly, you nod, although you really want to tell him not to leave you. He slips into his walk in closet, and you watch his back as he picks out a watch.Â
âOkay,â you whisper, âDid you and Mateo find anything on the cameras?â
His back muscles tense then. Heâs frozen, and you sure itâs because he did find something, and thatâs exactly why heâs leaving you.Â
âWhat did you say?â
You furrow your brows, âI asked if you guys found anything on the cameras. That set off the alarm, I mean.â
Slowly, Ari turns around. You catch the tightness in his jaw and the stern look in his eye. His shoulders are high and his chest is tense, and when you look down at his hands, theyâre both balled tightly into fists.Â
âI never told you a word about Mateo. Or the cameras.â
Oh, fuck, you think. He watches as you silently scramble to make something up, and even though heâs going to see right through you, you do exactly that.Â
âIâm pretty sure you did,â you mumble, gripping the comforter in your fist.Â
âNo, I didnât. I specifically did not tell you that.â
He takes a few steps out of the closet, but he remains a few feet from you. He watches you squirm on the bed, taking shallow breaths and swallowing roughly.
âAri, Iââ
âYou left this room,â he states, clenching his jaw, âYou left the room after I told you not to, right?â
Slowly, you nod, âYes. But, Iââ
âGoddamn it, Y/N!â he yells, slamming his hand against the wall and watching as you jump at the sound, âI fuckingâ Anything couldâve happened to you, donât you get that? Do you think this is a fucking game?âÂ
âNo, Ari,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady as you feel yourself growing defensive and emotional at the same time, âI just wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
âIâm fucking fine,â he snaps, then shakes his head, âI donât get it. Iâm willing to give you everything. I brought you here, and you have a nice place to live, a bed, food on the fucking table, unlimited protection and unlimited money. And you still disobey me when I ask one thing of you.â
You let your eyes flutter closed, and when he slaps his hand against the wall again, silently demanding you look at him, you jump. When you open them again, he almost looks angrier than before. Slowly, you slide out from under the blanket and stand up, then take careful steps across the room.Â
âI shouldâve listened to you,â you say quietly, âI was just scared, and I didnât want you to get hurt. Iâm sorry.â
His jaw ticks, âYou will be. I canât keep having this same fucking conversation with you, Y/N. You need to learn to listen when I speak to you.â
You never realized how much you love when he uses pet names with you until he stops. Your name on his lips, although sexy as hell, doesnât bring out the same feelings in you as it does when he calls you baby.Â
Even so, his words bring out a defensiveness in you that you didnât know you could have with him. Not after everything. Ariâs eyes widen slightly when you cross your arms over your chest and purse your lips, then hike up a brow in a dare for him to continue.Â
âI didnât escape one prison just to be put in another, Ari,â you say daringly, âDonât treat me like a child.â
His eyes darken, âIs that really how you want to play this?â
You tip your chin up, and only when Ari shifts and you skim his figure, do you notice it. Heâs hard. You bite down on your cheek to hide a smirk, but the fact only eggs you on.Â
âYep,â you reply with a shrug, âI mean, I donât see you doing anything about it, soââ
âGet on the fucking bed,â he demands deeply, crossing the room in two strides and shoving you back to the mattress when you donât immediately comply, âWatch me do something about it, you fucking daredevil.â
You want to laugh, but you canât, because Ariâs tearing his own shirt from your body and spreading your legs forcefully, only to slot himself between them. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down only enough to take himself out. You reach up to touch him, wanting him close, but he pins both of your arms above your head in only one of his hands.Â
âAri,â you moan, shoving your hips up and begging for him.Â
âQuiet,â he orders, âYouâre gonna listen to me, for once. I donât want to hear you unless youâre begging for me, do you understand?â
âYes,â you say immediately.Â
He looks down at your spread legs and spits on your pussy, listening to you cry out for more at the feeling.
âAddress me the right way.â
âYes, daddy, I understand,â you say weakly.Â
âGood, now shut the fuck up,â he mutters.Â
You mewl when he rubs his cock up and down through your folds, soaking his tip in your wetness and his spit. You fight against his grip, wanting to reach down and put him in yourself, but heâs too strong.Â
âDaddy, please,â you beg.Â
He laughs cruelly, âThat smart mouth of yours changes up pretty damn fast every time you see my dick, huh, baby?â
You canât help it. You know heâs right; you canât keep up with him when it comes to the attitude and the sex. Anytime his hands touch your body, you melt. Youâre incapable of doing anything except exactly what he says â especially when heâs so close to fucking you.Â
âPlease, please,â you continue to beg, unable to think of anything other than him finally pushing himself inside.Â
âHmm, I donât know. Feels good like this for me. Might just cum like this and leave you. Sounds like a good punishment to me.â
You shake your head quickly, letting out little moans of protest as you stare up at him. He can see how needy you are, youâre sure, but you donât care. Youâve never been so turned on, so desperate. He could ask you to do anything at this moment and youâd do it if it meant he slips in.Â
âDaddy, Iâm sorry, Iâmâ please.â
He grins and continues his ruthless pursuit of his dick rubbing against your clit, sliding through your folds. You shove your hips up in a lame attempt to get him to catch, but he doesnât. Ariâs always in control, and if you could comprehend anything right now, youâd remember that.Â
âYouâre going to be sorry after Iâm through with you, princess,â he grunts.Â
You groan when he reaches down with his free hand and guides himself into you, listening as you cry out. Your moan is loud and he revels in it, not caring one bit if anyone else in the house can hear â because heâs sure they can.Â
He stops once his tip is buried inside of you, and when he feels you clench around him, he tosses his head back.Â
âMore,â you order, demand, beg, âMore, more, moreââ
âOh, youâre such a slut,â he snickers.Â
You whine at his words and clench harder, eliciting a loud groan from the back of his throat. He leans down and starts to kiss along your jawline, still keeping your hands pinned above your head.Â
âI am, I am,â you agree mindlessly, âPlease, daddy, more.â
Ari, prone to teasing, decides to give you exactly what youâre asking for. You scream loudly when he shoves himself all the way inside, not giving you even a second to accommodate him before heâs fucking in and out.Â
He wallows in your screams, moans, and your inability to even form one simple word. He gives it to you like youâre nothing to him; not the woman he loves, cherishes and protects. And you fucking love it.Â
Ari spills filth into your ear as he fucks you, and little do you exactly what his plan is with you.Â
âMy sweet, disobedient fucking girl,â he growls, âSo fucking sexy. So slutty. Did you disobey your daddy just so heâd fuck you like this? Huh?â
You canât form words. Youâre dizzy, lightheaded, and when Ari sees your eyes roll back, he pushes you even harder. His free hand skims over your hip, closer to where he knows you need it.Â
âDaâdaâoh, fââ
âShh,â Ari coaxes you, finally allowing his thumb to strum over your clit and reveling in the way your body convulses, âShut up, baby. Just take it. Donât you dare cum.â
He watches as his words snap at something inside of you, and your wide eyes find his. Immediately, you start to shake your head, but he stops you by rubbing his thumb over your clit once more.Â
âThatâs it,â he grins, âGood fucking girl. Look whoâs finally listening to me? Holding it in so well, baby. Daddy knows it hurts, but hold it in for me.â
You babble nonsense as you nod, promising to listen, promising not to cum until he tells you that you can. Ari takes one more look at your blissed out face, your rolled eyes, and your lips that continuously part and press together as you let out little whimpers before trying to speak. Heâs so close, he just wants to push you a little bit more.Â
He buries his face into your neck and bites your skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue. You whine and buck your hips up, but he stops you with his free hand.Â
âOh, fuck, Daddyâs gonna cum, baby,â he tells you, âIâm gonna cum so deep in you. Youâre going to let me cum first since youâve been bad, understand?â
You nod. And nod. And nod. He smirks victoriously and sits back up, wanting to see every inch of your face.Â
âCum,â you whimper, begging him, âPâplâDaddy.â
âUh-huh,â Ari smiles at you mockingly, then licks his lips. This is it. Time to push.
He looks down at his free hand, still keeping his ravenous thrusts into your pussy, before he licks the tips of his fingers, looking directly at you, and slapping your clit. You scream as your body convulses, and he physically has to hold you in place to keep himself inside.Â
âDaddy!â you wail, feeling tears sting your eyes at the amazing levels of pleasure and pain heâs delivering.Â
âThe next fucking time, princess,â he growls, âThe next time I have to put you in your goddamn place, you wonât cum for a month. You listen to me when I tell you something, do you understand me?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble, and despite your answer, Ari slaps your clit once more, eliciting an even louder scream, âOh, fuck!â
âThatâs right,â Ari grunts when you clench, and his hips falter as he canât hold himself back anymore, finishing inside you, âThatâs fucking right. Cumming so fucking deep in you, those pills wonât even work. You want me to get you pregnant, baby?â
He snickers when you donât respond, you canât, because youâre so sensitive, so desperate to cum. You writhe in the pain and the pleasure, staring at Ari with the most desperate expression as you silently plead for him to let you cum.Â
Instead, however, Ari gives you a soft kiss on the lips, then extracts his hands and his cock from you. He watches as your haze begins to clear and you realize what heâs doing.Â
âNo,â you cry weakly, still spread nicely for him, âNo, daddy, I didnât get to cum, please, waitââ
âHush,â Ari demands, âYou donât listen, you donât get to cum. I wonât be back for a while, but if I get a good report from the men downstairs, Iâll finish you off tonight. If I find out that you touched yourself, well, I think you know exactly what will happen to you.â
Your mind is still too foggy, and you need to cum so badly, that when Ari disappears into the closet, you start to cry. Heâs left you, and you fear heâs never coming back. You need him more than you need anything, anyone, and heâs gone.Â
He emerges a few minutes later in a suit with half the top buttons undone, exposing his sexy, hairy chest that you love so much.Â
âDaddy,â you babble, âIâll be good, I promise.â
He walks over to the bed and adjusts the sleeves of his jacket, then gives you a small smile. Wordlessly, Ari helps you back under the comforter, wrapping it around your naked body.Â
âI know you will, baby,â he whispers.Â
When he leans down to kiss your forehead, youâre already plotting ways to get him to touch you. To make you cum.Â
âPlease,â you whisper desperately.Â
Ari just laughs, then shoves his hand under the blanket. You feel his skin on yours as he travels down your body, and with a simple touch, he rubs his index finger over your soaking wet pussy. You shudder and try to keep him there, but he pulls away too fast.Â
His hand emerges from the bed and he brings his finger up to his mouth, where he sucks your juices off of his skin with a teasing smirk.Â
âSo fucking sweet,â he mumbles, âGet some rest. Donât forget, no touching.â
He gives you a sickening wave, then grabs his phone off the nightstand and walks out of the bedroom. Your brain is mush, your legs squeeze together, and youâre already wondering if Ari would notice if you got yourself off â so much so that you donât even hear the click of the lock on the door at all.Â
     Youâre not sure if you fall into a daze or into sleep, but when your head finally clears and you stir, you realize that youâre naked on Ariâs side of the bed. Slowly, the entire day comes back to you. You groan at the intense ache between your legs, just begging to be taken care of.Â
But Ari told you not to. And you canât disobey him again.Â
With a deep breath and all the self control you can muster, you rise from the bed and walk over to the dresser, where you first open your underwear drawer. The thought of putting panties on sounds like torture, so you opt for a pair of Ariâs boxers. Then, you grab one of his plain black tee shirts and tuck it over your head, residing to making some coffee and getting fresh air outside.Â
You toss your hair up as you walk over to the door, and when you twist the knob, nothing happens. The door doesnât open, and your first instinct tells you that itâs stuck. You swear under your breath, then yank on it again. Nothing. It isnât until you crouch down and see the lock sitting neatly between the door and the frame, that you yell.Â
âWhat the fuck!â you shout, banging on the door loudly, âAri! Open the fucking door!âÂ
You hear nothing but silence on the other end, so you continue to slam your fist into the wood. Youâre sure Ari isnât even here, but you know someone is, and you want out. Now.Â
You hurry over to the nightstand and look for your phone, which is gone. You toss your head back as you try to remember where else you may have left it, but you know in your heart that Ari took it with him.
âMaâam.â
You stop when you hear the voice outside the door, then cross your arms over your chest like a teenager â aware that nobody can see you. Quickly, you walk back over to the door and lean against the frame.
âWho is that?â you ask.Â
âMy name is Patrick, I work for yourâ um, Mr. Levinson.â
His unsure nature reminds you of Mateo in a way, and even though you want to be angry, you know it isnât this manâs fault that youâre in here.Â
âWell, Patrick, can you open the fucking door?â you snap.Â
âUm, no, maâam. I apologize, but Iâm under strict instruction to leave it locked until I bring you a meal. Mr. Levinson told me to bring it up at two oâclock. Are you hungry now?âÂ
âYes,â you blurt, even though youâre not, âLook, if you just open it for one secondââ
âI really canât,â he stops you, sounding regretful, âMr. Levinson told me that penne alla vodka is your favorite. Iâm Italian, and I can whip up a mean pasta dish. Would you like garlic bread, too?â
You can hear it in his voice, the way he desperately wants to please you in hopes of pleasing Ari. So, you take a deep breath and change your tune. You work your magic the way you worked your magic on Vick, Mateo, Javier, and Ari himself.Â
âItalian?â you purr, âWow. Iâm sure youâre so handsome. Honestly, Iâd love for you to cook for me. Itâs been such a long time since a man has cooked me dinner.â
A lie, but you donât care. If flirting with Ariâs men will get you out of this goddamn room, youâll do it.Â
âIt would be an honor.â
Bingo. The way his voice quivers tells you everything you need to know.Â
âListen, Patrick, I wonât tell Ari. I just want to watch you work your magic in the kitchen. Iâll be good, I promise.â
Your mind wanders to Javier at this moment, wondering where he is. If heâs in the house; if heâs also locked in. Youâre sure that if Ari locked you in, he definitely locked Javi in, too.Â
âMaâam, I would love to, but there are cameras. Mr. Levinson can see everything from his phone.â
Fuck.Â
You know you canât get Patrick to cave now. You sigh and toss your head back against the wall, then exhale.Â
âFine,â you mutter, âCan I at least have my phone to call Ari?â
âHe told me he wasnât taking calls,â Patrick informs you, sounding regretful, âEven from you. He told me to tell you to, um⌠remember the lesson he taught you before he left.â
Itâs Ariâs way of telling you to listen. You roll your eyes and shake your head, then smack the door before walking away from it. You assume Patrick leaves, because he doesnât say another word, and neither do you.Â
You make yourself comfortable on Ariâs bed and stare at the black screen on the TV, refusing to turn it on. You donât want to relax. You want to be seething when Ari comes back for what heâs done. How he left you needy and desperate, then locked you in your bedroom like a child.Â
     Patrick brings up your pasta and garlic bread about an hour and a half later. You hear the lock twist and you perk up, but when you see the man you donât recognize, you just sigh.Â
âPardon me, maâam, I just brought up your meal,â he says quietly, not looking at you for more than a second at a time, âWhere would you like it?â
âDownstairs,â you reply, âWhereâs Javier?â
Patrick looks to the floor, âHeâs in the guest room.â
âLocked in, too?â
âYes, maâam.â
You laugh sarcastically. Patrick places the tray at the end of the bed and, when he catches you staring at the open door, he nods once, then ducks his head and leaves again. The lock clicks immediately behind him, and youâre trapped once more.Â
     The sun sets, and the bedroom grows dark. You turn on Ariâs bedside lamp and pick at the pasta Patrick brought up. Admittedly, it was delicious. The man certainly knows how to cook. And the fact that Ari knew your favorite type of pasta and even went so far as to inform him of such a detail would normally make you swoon. However, given your circumstances, you donât feel too keen on giving Ari brownie points.Â
Soon after you shove the tray back to the end of the bed, the lock clicks again. You donât get your hopes up this time, which is why a thrill shoots through you at the sight of Ari. His tie is loosely hanging around his neck and his top three buttons are undone, but you push past how that makes you feel.
When he sees you, he remains expressionless. You stare at him, pressed against the headboard with your arms crossed, not willing to speak first.Â
Silently, Ari reaches into his pocket and tosses you your phone. It lands on the mattress, but you donât reach for it. You just stare â openly, intensely.Â
He sighs, âI had to.â
âNo you didnât!â you exclaim, âAri, I actually cannot believe youâd do something like this to me.â
âYou donât listen,â he explains as he removes his tie, âLook, Y/N, Iâm not trying to be some fucking tyrant asshole. I have rules for you because they will keep you safe. If you break the rules just to mess with me and something happens to you, Iâd never forgive myself. You need to learn that itâs not always fun and games with us. The attitudeâs cute, but in my line of work, it could get you killed.â
You scoff, âWell, you donât have to treat me like a fucking child, Ari. You couldâve told me that.â
âI did!â he shouts, âSo many goddamn times.â
You know heâs probably right, but you donât want to cave. You want him to grovel and slide a hand between your legs andâ
Youâre frustrated, you realize. You want him so bad, despite the entire day of torture. He watches as you squirm on the mattress and begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but doesnât speak again.Â
âFine. Iâll listen better,â you shrug, âBut do not lock me in here again. How did you even come up with that?â
He swallows, âNick says Iâm too soft on you.â
âOh, nice, Ari. You left me without an orgasm and then locked me in our bedroom alone all day because of something one of your boys said to you?â
He smirks as he toes off his shoes, then removes his dress shirt. The jacket and shirt get tossed lazily onto the dresser, and when he looks back at you, shirtless, muscular, and just the tiniest bit angry, you feel the slick run down your thighs again.
âYou a little frustrated, baby?â he teases you, stepping closer, âYou want me to make it better?â
âFuck off,â you mumble, although, inside, youâre preening for him.Â
âOh, now, thatâs not very nice,â he grins and steps over to the bed, pulling the comforter back and exposing your bare legs. He swallows when he sees you dressed in his boxers and tee shirt, âYouâre certainly a sight.â
âI am,â you say confidently.Â
Ari laughs and leans down to kiss you, but youâre not done being petty. You turn your head away from him, listening to the low growl that escapes him. You try, and fail, not to let that impact you in any way.Â
âIâm gonna go take a shower,â he tells you, âWhile Iâm gone, you might wanna find my good girl and let her know that daddyâs ready to play.â
You canât help but look up at him as he says these words to you. He smirks when he sees how wide your eyes are, how much you secretly want him. He kisses the tip of your nose, then releases you and steps into the bathroom. He doesnât bother closing the door, and you listen as he turns the water on in the shower.Â
He wants you to follow him. He wants you to come to him, on your own, and beg. You know this. Youâve given yourself the pep talk all day. Donât give in. But, when you see him drop his boxers into the floor of the bathroom, you canât help yourself. He shifts just enough that you can see his hard cock before he steps into the shower, and thatâs all it takes.Â
You pull his shirt over your head and drop it on top of his clothes, then remove the boxers of his youâre wearing and add them to the pile.Â
Ari doesnât even seem surprised when you slip into the shower. He doesnât react when he feels your hands on his back. He has one hand on the tiles of the shower and the other is lazily stroking his cock, which makes your mouth water.Â
He turns slowly, his hair wet and his eyes hazy. He examines your body from head to toe, stopping for an extra beat and observing how swollen and desperate your clit appears.Â
âIâm sorry, daddy,â you whisper, âIâll be good. Iâll listen, I promise. I just donât want you to treat me like he did, you know?â
Ariâs shoulders drop. He stares at you for what feels like forever before he steps closer, then cups your cheek in his free hand.Â
âBaby, thatâs not at all what I was trying to do.â
âI know,â you nod, âYou just want to keep me safe. I get it.â
âYouâre my only family,â he practically whispers, allowing a new vulnerability to be seen in his eyes, âThe reason I have for coming home at night. If I didnât have you anymoreâŚâ
He trails off, and his hand falls from around himself. You reach down and take over, listening to the way his breath hitches at the sensation.Â
âI love you, Ari,â you say, âI will always be here, waiting on you to come home. Even when you act like a fucking asshole.â
He grins, âThatâs my girl.â
He leans down and kisses you, not at all surprised when you let him take control immediately. He backs you up against the tiles and deepens the kiss while the steam fills up the shower, only adding to the heat you feel at this moment.Â
You claw at his back, desperate for him to do something, anything, to dull the ache between your legs that heâs responsible for.Â
âI know, I know,â he murmurs against your lips, as if he can read your mind, âHold still, princess. Daddyâs gotta eat before he takes you back to bed. Iâm gonna make it up to you over and over and over again.â
You whimper as his hand comes down and cups your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist.Â
âOh,â you slip out before you can stop it, melting in his arms.Â
âMhm. You can be as loud as you want. Just let me enjoy my meal, okay?â
You nod helplessly as Ari pins you against the wall, holding you up as he kneels, tossing your legs over his shoulders like itâs nothing.Â
âOkay, daddy,â you whimper, knowing youâre absolutely in for it for the rest of the night.Â
You canât walk the next day, but itâs completely and totally worth it.
a/n: thank you for indulging my slutty side. this idea just came to me and i had to write it. we'll be back on plot with the next part (maybe) lol. i hope you liked it! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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Chris Evans Masterlist
Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.
Series
Donât Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)
Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.
Challenges
Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.
Requests
Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.
A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.
Headcanons
Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep
What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?
Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)
Events
Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + âCan you feel how much I want you?â + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)
One-Shots
Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Yearâs Eve party, Ransom Drysdaleâs life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.
One-Shots
Donât Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - Itâs Valentineâs Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Requests
No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.
Events
Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + âI told you, you would eventually start begging.â + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)
One-Shots
Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But youâre drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?
Headcanons
âDonât run from meâ Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)
Brunch with the family (slice of life)
Late night on the beach with Wifey
Ass worship
Nicknames and height
Panty sniffing?
Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store
Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day
how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant
Dennis' zodiac sign
Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?
Is Dennis a horndog?
What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?
Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?
Drabbles
Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met
Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)
Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Steve Rogers (Avengers films)
Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Nick Gant (PUSH)
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
Frank Adler (Gifted)
Dennis Baker (DENNIS)
I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS
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Flufftober Day 23 | A beautiful collection
Pairing | Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Female!Reader
Word count | ~ 840 words
Summary | Every time you and Ari visit a new place together during a vacation, you two search for the silliest magnet to add to your growing collection. Usually, you're the one who bring them home, but this time, Ari has found a rather special one that you want to keep forever.
Warning(s) | None.
Prompt(s) | 23. Trinket | @flufftober
A/n | This one shot is written for day 23 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge. I'm a huge fan of collecting silly magnets, so this is a nice and self-indulgent fic for once! I hope you will enjoy it just as much as I did when writing it đ¤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated đ§Ą
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You have loved collecting magnets ever since you could walk, and you always find the silliest, most special ones in every city and country you visit.
Your fridge is nearly filled with magnets from all over the world, either collected by yourself or with your boyfriend, Ari. Since you two started dating a little over four years ago, your collection has grown exponentially, and today, you will add one more: a special one, this time.
''Peach? Can you c'mere for a second?'' Ari says as he emerges from the kitchen and wanders into the living room. He sits in the big armchair he usually occupies, and you come to straddle his thick, broad thighs that you love so much.
''What's up, Buttercup?'' you say in a cheery voice, and Ari can't fight back the grin on his face as he shakes his head.
'''S a good thing I love you,'' he murmurs before mentioning what he wanted to tell you.
''I have something for you, Peach. And I want you to bring it with you on our upcoming vacation,'' he says as he grabs a small, square box from the table beside the chair, giving it to you.
''Can I open it now, or do I have to wait until we're there?'' you ask him, your curiosity already taking over. He nods, and you open the box, pulling out a magnet of the opera house in Syndey, Australia.
''Did you plan this trip without me, Ari?'' you say with a slight pout, which he swiftly kisses away. He wants this vacation to be memorable, and he has his reasons for doing it this way.
''I did, but I have my reasons for it. I won't tell them to you now, because you will find out when we're there. Before we do, you can get your nails and hair done and buy a brand-new outfit for dinner. You can do all that with my card because I want to treat my girl this time,'' he says, and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.
''A-Are you sure? That will be expensive on top of the vacation...'' you say as your voice lowers slightly in volume. Growing up, you've never had much money, so you're still not quite used to letting Ari spoil you like this occasionally.
''I'm sure, Peach. You deserve to be treated like the Queen you are,'' he says, and you put the magnet to the side before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.
The week before your vacation, you get your hair done and your nails painted in a purple design. That same day, you also pick out a black and white maxi dress and white gladiator sandals to finish the look.
A week later, you find yourself in a beautiful restaurant looking out over the Opera House, the magnet sitting securely in the bag you brought.
You are in your white outfit, and Ari is also decked out in a light outfit. This vacation was nothing short of perfect the last few days, but this night will change everything.
You didn't pick out a white dress for nothing; you had a hunch of what would happen tonight. You wanted to give him a taste of what it would look like. You dressed in white, and when you showed Ari the dress earlier this evening, you didn't miss the little sparkle in his eyes.
It was almost time to order dessert, but before you could pick up the menu that displayed all the delicious, decadent desserts, Ari cleared his throat slightly, his hand stretched out so you could lay yours in his.
''Peach, I knew you were special from the moment I met you. You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner and more. I love spending time with you and can't imagine my life without you. I promise to make you laugh, always be there for you when you need me, and never take you for granted. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives.''
As he's telling you all this, you know your hunch was correct, and when Ari stands up while motioning you to get up as well, you can't help but let a little sniffle escape.
''You are the most special person in my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" he asks, popping open a small black velvet box with a silver engagement ring.
''Oh my god, Ari! Yeah, yes, I'll marry you!'' you exclaim, and Ari stands to his full height before putting the ring on your finger and kissing you passionately.
People around you applaud, and as soon as you two finally let go of one another, you hear congratulations from all over the restaurant.
Suddenly, the magnet Ari bought you made sense. It was a clue; from now on, it would be the perfect addition to your beautiful collection of fridge magnets.
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2023 Kinktober Masterlist
I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway 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!
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Key: Fluff; đ // Angst; đż // Smut; đĽ // Dark; đ¸ď¸
Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) đĽ Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)đĽđđż Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) đđĽ Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) đđĽ Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) đĽđ¸ď¸ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) đĽđ Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)
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Relaxing Spa Self-Care
Word Count: 530
Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes, So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).
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You werenât expecting company. When you told Ari you would be having a spa day in the bathroom, you didnât think heâd want to step foot near it. But here you are, sitting on the counter, grinning with you eyes closed as he uses a soft, clean makeup brush to paint the mud mask over your face. Your nose scrunches and you hold back your giggle as the bristles tickle your cheek.
âAll done,â he says with a boop to your nose with the brush.
Your eyes flutter open and you smile at the man in front of you. His face painted with the slowly drying green of the mud mask, luscious locks pulled back and slathered with his homemade moisturizing maskâone which he offered to share with you. You didnât use it, not this time, but maybe next time after you research the ingredients a little. Though, boy, did you enjoy helping him cover his head. Detangling his hair and carding your fingers through to cover each strand.
âNow we gotta let it sit and then wash it off,â he recites from the label, holding the container to the light and squinting to see the fine print. There are already dry patches of the mask on his face, his applied before your own. He reaches to the counter and sets his timer with a flutter of his fingers. âWhat should we do to pass the time?â His eyebrow quirks in a suggestive tilt.
You laugh, batting him away when he leans forward to wrap his arms about you. But his hold finds you anyway, tickling your sides and dragging you from the counter. You have no choice but to follow.
He brings you to the shower, opening the glass door and putting you on the floor before the shower bench. Your brow pinches in confusionâuntil he settles behind you and his hands find your shoulder.
The groan you release as he begins to massage is almost pornographic. You donât know how he knows, but the way he squishes your muscles and kneads out the knots melts you into putty.
âSeems like you need someone taking care of you,â he comments, trailing his fingers along your spine. You sigh and rock your head backward, finding his knee on which to rest. âIâd be happy to oblige, any way you need.â The words he whispers in your ear spark a tingle which travels down you spine and settles in your core.
He wraps a hand around your throat with the other cradling you in your position against him. You hum, letting your eyes close. A blissful eternity passes before the timer rings and youâre brought floating back to reality.
âLetâs get cleaned up, starshine,â he says, coaxing you up and helping peel your clothes from your frame. They get tossed over the top of the shower, plopping onto the floor outside. He does the same for his before turning the knob and letting the water flow and warm.
Steam clouds your vision, already hazy from Ariâs attentions. In the heated stream, you clean each other with soft loofahs and sweet smelling soap until everything feels sparkling and new and light.
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The Meeting- Sneak Peek
After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.
You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-
"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. âStop being so nervous, theyâre going to love you.â
âWill they?â You raise your eyebrows at him. âItâs your ex-wife, who could think Iâm going to try and replace her⌠Not to mention MayaâŚâ
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How I'm Looking at You, Part 3
Summary: it's becoming too much, and you're learning so much.
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, first orgasm, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, mild imagines of breeding kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7.8K
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Taking a deep breath, you lift another spoonful of the coffee soup to your lips before letting the spoon fall back in the glass with a clash. Eyes going wide as you read through the words quickly, and turn the page. The English are a different breed of people, but you have found yourself more and more immersed in their literature. Getting to a better stopping point, you dip a piece of the bread in the soup, and look towards Ari.
Heâs staring directly at you. Those crystal blue eyes of his rakes over your face curiously as if heâs studying you. As if you are the most interesting thing in the world. An abandoned newspaper beside his breakfast, but how could you be more interesting than whatever was in that?
Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze back to the book, and read nothing. You can still feel his warm and curious eyes as you try to breathe. Just breathe. Going to the swimming hole has lit something in you. Something deep within your body, and it is purely physical. You want him. You want him like the characters in your books, and that just brings on even more questions.
Questions that have you fearing their answers. Was Ari even aware of the books he had given you to read? Was that his plan all along? Because there is something stirring, and you donât know how to deal with it. Between him and what youâre reading itâs becoming too much. It fizzles lower than your belly, and you have a feeling that Ari is the only one that can fix it.
Ari shifts in his chair, and you look over towards him. If he wants your attention, he can have a bit of it. Youâre almost too embarrassed and scared to give him your full attention. âI want to apologize for the other day?â
��Apologize?â You ask a bit confused. What exactly is he apologizing for? And why was the fact that he was apologizing and admitting he did something wrong â desirable? Men around here were right, and you were just to accept it.
âFor the swimming hole,â you nod once, your vision turning to an odd scratch in his table. Your father would have already had that buffed out. âI think things got a bit heated, and if I crossed the line, Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât. Not really,â you gulp as you try and find the words. These books have been giving you so many new words that you arenât sure if you can or should put them into a sentence. But there is one thing that seems to be common amongst the women, âItâs just so fast. And itâs overwhelming and I donât know how to deal with what Iâm feeling,â that didnât sound too bad.
âWhat exactly are you feeling?â He adjusts his seat. Putting his forearms onto the table, while he leans forward. Giving you more attention than anyone else ever has, âIf youâre comfortable,â you shake your head quickly, and he smiles. He has a pretty smile. A smile that you can feel radiate all the way to your toes, and that makes no sense at all.
âWe should go swimming again,â you look at him, a smile creeping up on your face. âIf-if you want to, that is. I can get you a bathing suit, and you can feel free to ask me anything. I could be like an open book, if you will.â
âAnything?â He whispers out, yes, and you let those words sink a moment before nodding, and picking your book back up. You read a paragraph about fifteen times without even absorbing what the words mean. But you have to quit looking at him. You have to keep him off your mind, while you try not to explode.
Anything. Anything that you can come up with, heâs willing to answer. You need to gather your thoughts, and think about what you would like to ask him. What if you irritated him to the point that he didnât want to answer questions anymore? You had to make these questions count for something.
Ari is a strange character. Heâs intense in ways that your community isnât. Here the men just had a stern hand. They walked around being able to do what they wanted to because they were men. They just had to stick to the Amish ways, or at least not get caught. Judging by the church service over the weekend, people are having the same thoughts about you.
You could hear the whispers, and the backwards glances. Gossiping is a sin. Ari is your friend though. He doesnât talk about you, he talks with you. A worldly man, and he gave you his undivided attention, and even his touches.
And why shouldnât you be friends with Ari? Itâs not like youâre doing something you shouldnât be. Youâre enjoying time with him, and learning from him. Thatâs more like a teacher. Except â Ari doesnât look anything like the teachers you grew up with. Heâs tall, large, and thick, and he makes your body ache in weird ways. Youâre sure heâs not feeling the same way as you, so itâs best to keep these feelings suppressed.
But these stupid books are not helping. Thereâs something within them that just makes sense. Theyâre answering and describing a lot of things youâve been feeling, but how does one know if your teacher is feeling the same way? How do you know if Ari is just as much of a knotted up mess as you are?
âSo,â Ari starts, whatever his train of thought was, depleting. Heâs not usually one to be shy, thatâs typically you.
âWhat?â Laying your book down, you smile up at him. âAri, what is it?â
âIf I ask, you have to promise to not get mad,â now what is he up to that would make you get mad?
âI thought we were friends?â
âYes!â His shout makes you flinch, and you giggle at your silly reaction. âIâm sorry, but yes, weâre friends. And Iâm only trying to help you out. I took a guess atâŚyour size of bra.â
âOh,â your eyes fall back to the table. You had read about bras. Thereâs no way that the scratch on the table are as exciting as youâre making it. But looking at Ari is almost painful, âYou know everything I wear, Iâve made myself, right?â
Ari inhales deeply, his own eyes looking at the odd mark on the table now. He actually didnât know that, and now he fears heâs overstepped his boundaries. You like to think the scratch resembles an upside down J, but more rounded instead of a straight like. âDo you know what a bra is?â
âEssentially, yes. But,â your cheeks flare up with embarrassment, but you refuse to let this be another moment of trying to run away from him. Itâs all you feel youâre doing, running away. You stand your ground of being present with him. âI donât wear one.â
âDo you want to? Or have I gone too far??â
The women in the books all wear bras, and youâd be lying to yourself if you said you didnât want to experience some of the moments in the books. Unable to answer, you just nod your head. âDo you know how to put one on?â
âI think I can figure it out. Were you about to offer to help me?â This is very much the flirting that the books talk about. His crooked little grin goes wider across his face, and his cheeks flame up. Turning rosy while you canât stop smiling. It feels good not to be the only one that has this rumbling in your stomach.
âI may have,â his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. âI got you some panties, and they had a matching set with the bras, andâŚI donât know, I figured you might like them? Theyâd be pretty on you,â Heâs thoughtful, if not a shameless flirt. But still it feels nice to be seen, and thought of. âIâve heard that it can make a woman feel sexy even if nobody sees it.â
Ugh, that gross feeling settles in your craw. Anger is not becoming of an Amish woman, but this doesn't feel like anger. It feels disgusting, and it hurts. You can nearly feel it blooming outwardly in your body, and you only want him to see you in your underwear. Nobody else. You want him to stop talking about other women, even if heâs had them. You want to be the only woman on his mind.
âMaybe they can show you what it looks like then?â His brow cocks up, and you push your chair back with a loud squeak. âI think itâs time for you to get to work.â
âAre you â jealous?â His words halt you in your tracks as you purse your lips. âDarling, there is no other woman in my life but you.â
âBut there was, and I donât much like hearing about them,â of course he couldnât understand the feeling. You are pure, while he has had others.
âThey were in the past, andâŚâ
âAnd did they show you their panties as well?â He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Contemplating the best way to proceed. âI see. Iâm assuming they also have mated with you.â
âYou are jealous,â his words are flat, and if they were mocking you, you might not feel as angry as you do right now. âThereâs nothing to be jealous about.â
âHow can I be something I donât even understand what it means? Ari, you should really go outside, and start your chores for today, while I start mine,â what you really want is for him to leave you alone while youâre left with the debilitating thoughts that wonât stop pounding through your mind.
He sighs, pushing his chair back as he goes to stand. Staring at you while you look at anything that isnât him. The burning sting that you feel oozes into you, and makes you feel weak and filthy. You hate it, and you hate when he does that to you.
âYouâre right, Darling. Iâm sorry,â what heâs apologizing for, you arenât sure, but it doesnât fully quell the sludge bubbling in your stomach. âI figured the bedroom upstairs could be yours,â that came from nowhere. You study him as he fights for the words to say next.
âMaybe you should look in the drawers. Youâre doing a great job here, and I canât thank you enough. Take some time off today,â you start to object. Blubbering through words, but his calloused finger presses up against your pouty lips, and youâre stunned into submission.
You look up at him through your lashes, feeling smaller than you actually are. Heâs massive. His size always seems to make you feel like a child. âThereâs less to do here because itâs just me. As your employer, I am telling you to take it easy today. Do I make myself clear?â Your throat is dry, almost on the verge of hurting as you nod your head. He wasnât going to take no for an answer, so what are you supposed to do? Continue to argue and lose? No. Youâll just accept his warning.
âEverything in that room is yours,â he says with finality as he stalks to the door, and out for the day.
Youâre left reeling. Playing over every word said this morning while you try and figure out all that is happening. Big strong Ari makes you very weak in the knees, and wet. Thatâs what the books say, and that is what you feel. The books have a perfect way of explaining the things that are going on in your hidden areas.
These feelings you canât explain, but the books do. But what they suggest to take care of those feelings seems forbidden. Gathering up your current book, you lift your skirts a bit as you walk up the stairs. Counting each one on the way up. Fifteen. Fifteen steps until you reach the top landing.
Journeying down the hallway, you stop and take a peek in the first room. Ariâs. He actually made the bed today, but didnât close his drawers all the way. He told you not to work today, but you canât let those drawers stay open, so you take a few steps to it, and close them. Looking out the window you see him squinting up at the house before he smiles, and looks back at Jacob and the other two boys.
He saw you in his room. You had no business being in here, and you wonder if heâs going to punish you for not listening to him. It didnât matter. Whatâs done is done, and youâll accept whatever punishment he deems fit. Youâll just go to your room, as Ari called it.
Itâs prettier than his. Showing oddly feminine furniture that are a bit too decorative to be Amish, but you like them. Love them actually. Love the way the intricate golden vines sprawl out over the sturdy wood, but itâs inside that has got you curious. You walk over to the window, and see Ari smiling at you again. Tipping his hat before you close the curtains.
Is he watching you? Waiting to see what you think of this bedroom? Or even whatâs in the closet and drawers? Which makes you wonder, what exactly is in there. Opening the door to the closet, you take a step back as your eyes flick over the frocks. So many colors. And fabrics. Tags on them let you know that they werenât made by someone, but you adore them all the same.
Pulling out on dress, you flatten it over your body, and turn to look at a floor length mirror, that definitely isnât Amish. Vanity is a sin. But peering into the looking glass you get the appeal. You run your fingers over the lavender material as you swish around. Trying to get a feel of what it would look like on your body before you lay it on the bed.
You should try it on. But first where are the bras, those sets, that Ari spoke about. You go to the dresser, and open up a drawer. Smiling when you see the multitude of colors and materials in there. They were beautiful. Itâs one thing that truly bothered you about your community, they want to praise God because of the beauty he created, while you are left to mope around in drab tones.
Donât bring attention to oneself. But this would be under your clothes and only you and Ari would know. These are things you would be proud to show him, and even tell him how pretty they make you feel. You choose a pretty pale pink set. The bottoms have a bit less material than what you have been wearing. But the top looks so fresh and light that you need it on your skin. And then you can try on the dress.
Maybe even show Ari, and ask what he thinks. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you put the pieces on. Spinning and turning to admire the way they fit on your body. How they hug your curves, and lift your breasts. Your fingers tickle over the cups, and your body jerks back at the sensation. ThatâŚthat was a lot for very little effort. Itâs only partially of how Ari makes you feel. He has you wound so tight that itâs sometimes difficult to breathe.
He makes you feel like your skin is on fire. That your blood is so hot and boiling that it physically turns your body into a furnace. Every time. The serious tone, and the way he looks at you with those pouting eyes. The intensity you feel between the two of you swells, and you need something. The books make that something seem easy, but the way you feel, and what you have been taught is anything but simple. Itâs a sin. A loathsome and filthy sin. But why does his smile and touch make you feel good?
Itâs something that could get you shunned out of your community. Something that nobody even talked about. Itâs to be had, but kept secret. Youâve read enough in the books to know itâs not just breeding, although that seems to be a colorful time. But a pleasure that takes you out of your body and puts you into an out of body experience. You just had to ask Ari a few things about parts, and what they actually mean, and do. Maybe youâd ask him to go back to the swimming hole. You could have a picnic dinner planned, and you are not going to run away. Youâre going to force yourself to stay, and learn.
âFuck,â you hear an angry growl coming from the front door, and make your way down the stairs. His arms flail around on the porch as he removes his shirt. Legs dancing around and stomping on the shirt before he comes inside.
Welts form on his body as he starts swatting his thick chest, and you rush to him, âFuckfuckfuckfuck,â his words stop immediately when he sees you. Sorrowful for saying that word in front of you, but the pain overtakes him as he groans, swatting at his chest again.
âYour hurt,â that much is obvious as you look over his skin. âLet me wash my hands. Yellow jackets?â
âYeah,â his voice is strained as he follows you into the kitchen. âWhat do I need to do?â You give him a point to the chair, and he follows your lead. Mixing up a little concoction, you grab a towel, and kneel between his legs.
Your soft and delicate hands move over his ample chest. Stopping on each welt to make sure you remove every stinger. You canât look up at him, but feel his eyes never leave yours, âWhat happened?â
âI was actually plowing, and ran right into a nest. Thereâs none on my back. They got in the front of my shirt, Darling,â he wants to plead to you not to get off your knees. To stay there while he has the most intrusive impure thoughts about you. You gulp, reaching up to the table, and grab your little bowl.
âIt may sting a bit,â whispering as you press a hand on his broad chest. His heart is beating just as fast as yours, an he leans back, so you can lift up off your haunches. Forgetting what it is youâre supposed to be doing as you watch the rise and fall of his body. Heâs beautiful, and itâs suffocating to think about how close you are. How you can still feel the heat of the sun on his skin.
âWhat is that?â He asks with a smile, and you remember what it is youâre supposed to be doing. Gathering up a little bit of the paste, you smooth it over the first sting, and he hisses. Everything in your body buzzes as you rub it into another sting. âDarling? You okay?â
No, youâre not, but you nod because itâs the safest thing as you spread out the salve right beside his nipple. Your eyes roll up to meet him, and you freeze. The way he is staring at you seems just right. Your body is on fire, but it doesnât feel sinful. âI-i-i-itâs meat tenderizer,â you sound like the girls who have a boy courting them, and you canât make the silliness stop.
âWhat?â The rumble of his chuckle vibrates straight to your core, and you clench your thighs together trying to make it stop. How does a laugh send sensations there? Everything Ari does makes the central area of your body fill with need. Feel the need for him to do something. Anything.
âIt works, doesnât it?â Thereâs heat coursing through you to Ari. Spreading between the two of you, and you canât make things move. Your hands fall to his thighs, and you whimper at the feeling of the cords of muscle that make up the majority of him. Heâs big everywhere. You just know it. The books said as much, but you donât dare ask a question about those areas.
His mouth turns up into a soft grin as he leans forward. Inching closer and closer to you, and youâre immobilized, but not by fear. Whatever is happening you pray that it happens faster. The way that your body bends into his, curving at your back, and you look up at him.
Ari licks his lips, and lifts a hand under your chin. Holding you in place, and placing you how he wants you. His lashes splay over his cheeks as he takes a quick glance to your lips before closing his eyes, and you copy his movements. Primed and ready for his lips to brush softly against yours, and he intakes a long breath before you pucker out your own, and he gently and tenderly presses against your plump lips.
His tongue tickles on the pillows of your mouth, and they part on their own accord. Your taste buds are assaulted with the tangy taste of tea. Trying to taste more, your tongue darts out, tasting his tongue, and those thick arms wrap around your body, lifting you higher up. Swallowing every shallow breath, and every whimper that escapes you.
The two of you melt into one another. Nothing has ever felt like this, and that fuzzy feeling spreads in your belly. No lower. âAri,â you say his name breathlessly as he gulp for air. Your lungs pain with the wide spread of oxygen, and you still hunger for Ari. He pulls you up into his lap. Refusing to remove his mouth from you, and his hands explore the curves that your dress always hides.
Kissing from your lips, down to your jaw as your body starts to rock into him. Movements youâve never made before, and you want more. He takes his mouth to your neck, giving the sensitive column a little nibble, and you yip. Mewling out his name, and he smiles on your skin, âYou like that?â
You donât have time to ask him to make the buildup inside of you stop because the front door slings open, and booming steps walk towards the kitchen, âAri, youâŚâ you stand up quickly from his lap, and smooth down your skirts, shamefully looking away from Jacob. Your whole body spinning around while Ari sits in the chair nonchalantly with his legs spread wide. Both arms rest on his legs, while his hands hang over his crotch. Hiding the effect you had on him.
âAre you okay?â Jacob looks between the two of you, and you walk over to the empty sink. Staring into the porcelain like your vision can manifest dirty dishes. Donât look at him. Donât speak to him. He is Amish, and youâre now alone with two men. âI came to check on you. Jedidiah said you came in here cursing up a storm. We donât like to hear such things, but for the women, especially.â
âJacob, Iâm fine. UmâŚmeat tenderizer, does the trick every time,â Jacob looks between the two of you as Ari stands from the chair. Towering over Jacob, âDonât barge into my house. Okay?â
âWas sheâŚ?â
âShe was tending to my stings, and now I feel brand new. Iâll meet you back outside,â Jacobâs dark green eyes look over to your back, and you keep staring at the overly clean sink. Why did you have to be so sufficient? âIâll be out shortly, Jacob.â
The boy gives a nod to Ari, and reluctantly walks away. Trying to think of any kind of scenario that could explain the quick movement that he witnessed. But Ari can only think of you. Slowly he walks over to your side, and his hand rests under chin, and he turns you to look at him, while his thumb grazes over your kiss-swollen lips.
His thoughts are only on your embarrassment and questions you have to be having right now. âDarling, what happened isnât wrong.â
âI know, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels forbidden, and private,â he wishes there was a way to make you not feel so much guilt, but you are hardwired that way. He doesnât want to overwhelm you, but he doesnât know the words to say to reassure you of that. He wants you to know that what he feels for you is beyond just the physical part. That he has a need to take care of you.
The only reason heâs even entertaining this place still is because of you. He canât say all that. Canât say that he wants to pick you up, and set you on the counter while he lifts up your skirts, and worships you between your thighs. Fuck everyoneâs small minded thoughts in this community because you deserved to be respected, loved, and cherished. And above all feel pleasure without shame.
âAri, I canât stop feeling funny around you.â
âWhat does that even mean?â
âI donât know?â How does one explain that you what you want with him is what is going on in the books? You didnât even know what was going on in the books. You know there are wifely duties to her husband, but you didnât know if thatâs how a wife surrendered to her husband. The women in the books receive pleasure and compliments beyond your wildest imaginations. The women here bore children. There seems to be a difference there.
âTry to explain it?â
âIt feels fuzzy, and I want something that I donât even know what it is. And I want,â you bite your lip, and Ari wants to drop to his knees. He knows that would be too much right now. But you need the edge to be taken off of you.
âDid â did you enjoy the kiss?â
âMaybe too much.â
âWhy do you say that?â
You stare up at him, eyes darting all around his ridiculously handsome face, and try to think of the words that wonât embarrass you. No one has ever talked to you about kissing, or even how it would make you feel. All you know is from the books. The men in those books seem to understand, and like it.
âItâs just that arousal has pooled in my core,â his eyes go wide, and he looks towards your belly. Heâs speechless. His hand grips onto the counter, knuckles whitening, and his hip juts out. You hear him audibly counting, although itâs barely spoken. âYou should go back outside.â
âI should take you swimming, and have some privacy with you,â he wants to take his time with you. Lavish you with so much attention that you canât even think straight. The way he wants to spoil you with pleasures beyond your wildest imagination.
âItâs not an actual pool,â he blows out a slow bit of air, while you try to understand what heâs thinking. It isnât about where he takes you, itâs just about being alone and uninterrupted.
âI know exactly what is happening to your body,â of course he does because heâs made other women feel like this. You want to scream, and tell him to leave you alone.
âBecause there are other women who understood these feelings, and they were more appealing to you. You donât have to tell me about them every chance you get. Please, Ari, go finish your chores, and I will see you at dinner,â you need to end the conversation, and you begin to spin around, but he grabs ahold of your wrist, âAri?â
âIâm not walking out that door with you feeling jealous,â you arenât jealous. You are angry. âThere might have been other women, because I wasnât shunned into thinking that it was a sin, but no woman has ever appealed to me the way you have. No other woman has made me feel as hard as you do,â that phrase. It meant something important. Thatâs what the books stated. âWeâre continuing this conversation at the swimming hole tonight. Donât worry about dinner. Youâre eating English pizza.â
He drops your wrist, and marches out the front door. Picking up his shirt, he shakes it out, making sure the hideous creatures that marred his skin were no longer there. He should have got another one. What did he even mean? Harder â that could only describe one thing. But youâd have to ask Ari exactly what it all meant.
You wring your hands together as you pace around his living room. You had already watched the hired hands leave, and Ari picked up his phone, and dialed a number and was gone. He told you the conversation would continue, and you want it to, but youâre nervous. Nervous about him, or what he thinks. Nervous about you and whatever your body is doing. But you like it. Really like it.
And that kiss, you are swooning so hard. He put his tongue in your mouth just like the books said. And of all the books you read, you couldnât have been prepared for the actual alarms that went off in your body. How perfect it felt, and just how sparks flew through every limb and ligament, and you felt as if you could fly.
The books didnât fully prepare or warn you of that. How it felt like thereâs fish in your stomach swimming around. Or how you ached, and throbbed in ways you couldnât explain, so he had to do it. He had to come clean and tell you everything, but how do you start that conversation? You know what you have to do, but you arenât sure if you have the guts to actually do it.
Could you go through with it? Ari isnât the average man, and you know heâs not going to fall for your â is this what games are? One book mentioned the games women played. Are you playing games with him? No. Youâve made it clear, you told him what you were feeling, and he wants to continue the conversation. And there are â things that happen in the books. Where the men put their hands, and other things, and they have opened up so many possibilities, and you want to explore them all. You think. So many questions that you need answered.
You jump back a step, and put your hands behind your back as Ari walks in through the door with a box of pizza, his bright eyes looking you up and down before motioning to the kitchen, âDo you want to eat here, or do you want to have a picnic?â
âPicnic. I think you need to cool down, and get the dirt off you,â he nods, and grabs a few sodas from the fridge, and a blanket. He starts to walk out the back door, and you skip off after him. There is a tension in the air that can physically seep through your bones, and you want it smoothed away. You know that heâs not angry with you, heâs just lacking the words to say to you.
Stopping at the swimming hole, you grab the blanket from him, and lay it out on the ground, and he places the drinks and pizza down. He tugs at his shirt, until itâs thrown onto the blanket, and you watch his muscles ripple, and heâs kicking off his boots, and yanking his pants down. Standing in front of you like the giant he is. âAre you going to join me?â
âNobody comes out here?â He shakes his head no, starting to walk backwards to the river, and you gulp. Reaching towards your buttons, before dropping your hands. Your eyes scan over the location before you tell yourself this is what they do in the books, and you like Ari, and want to feel the way those women did.
Your fingers tremble as they undo each button one at a time, and you let your dress fall to the ground. Ariâs boxer briefs tighten instantly as he stares at your backside. The cute bikini cut of your panties having a bit of your asscheeks hanging out. The soft pink color sitting on your skin like it was painted on there.
And then you turn around with your arms covering your top. You are wearing one of the matching sets he got you. âI canât see anything you donât want me to see,â timidly you peel your arms away, and walk towards the river. He stands up, walking closer, and you yip. Heâs bigger, like he was before. He holds up his hand and you take it, so he can assist you in the water, and get a bit more coverage than before.
âYou look beautiful,â he canât help the way his eyes move all over every bit of exposed skin.
âVanity is a sin,â keeping you covered was the sin.
âAnd Iâm no angel,â you knew that to be true. He was both holy and unholy. A twinge of guilt pangs in your chest, as you glance between the two of you.
âHow do they fit?â
âHmm?â He shakes his head, meeting your eyes again. He has to focus if he wants this conversation to go anywhere. But the way your nipples are pressing against that thin material has him ready to blow a loud immediately. The fabric already see through with the moisture, and itâs pointless now. You should just remove it.
âMy panties. Did they fit well?â
âYeah,â he answers dopely, and you glance away with your cheeks setting on fire. The heat spreads throughout your body, as you stare at him through the crystal clear water. Heâs even bigger. And your body longs to feel him against you again.
âRemember when you told me if ever I have any questions, youâd answer?â He gives you a nod. Letting his mouth sink below water, he swims and floats all around you like a shark with his meal for the night. Circling you like his prey, while you try to find a less blatant way to ask a question.
Him surrounding you just lights everything on fire. Like your blood is lava, and even the cold river isnât stopping it. Things are happening to you that you didnât understand, and even if youâre overwhelmed, you donât hate it. You want to understand it, and want to know how to quell it.
âI guess first things first,â you inhale deeply, looking at him, and unable to take your eyes away. Itâs like he needs you as much as you need him, and that doesnât even make sense. âWhatâs a cock?â
So much happens in such a short time. Ari inhales before his mouth can get out of the water. Choking and sputtering on the water that he sucked into his lungs, and youâre able to maneuver yourself in front of him, and you grab his face, trying to get him to calm before you sink under water. Forgetting that you canât swim because Ari is in trouble.
He lifts you up, bringing you straight onto his body, and his eyes capture yours. You feel both of your heartbeats in the most bizarre places as he clings to you. Those thick hands splay a bit too low on your back, to the point it isnât really just your back. Heâs so big. âWhat did you say?â
âA cock. What is it? Itâs not like a rooster, obviously.â
âI think itâs better for me to show you,â you asked the question, and he couldnât help his slimy little comment to come out. Heâd show you his cock whenever you want him to. He wants to make an offer if you see it, you have to taste it.
âWhat does that mean?â Holding you with one arm, he pulls your hand, placing it on his swollen underwear. You whimper as you look into his eyes, and his hand flattens on yours, guiding you to massage his bulge. âAnd thatâs â what goes in me?â How is that ever going to fit anywhere on you?
âWhat?â
âAnd thatâs where the cum is from. Mmm,â your eyes look through the water, watching your hands as it palms his cock. âCan I see it? Is this how fucking works? Your cock goes into my cunt, and you shoot your cum into my belly. Would you want to see the cum leak out of me? I have so many questions, and youâre not answering, youâre just moaning. What do you taste like?â
âYouâre killing me,â no you werenât. In the books, this is what the men wanted the women to do. They wanted to fuck them deep and hard, and fuck their mouth. This is what men want. âWhere are you getting all these words from?â
âThe books. So, if youâre not in your underwear, how big is your cock. And whatâs my cuntâŚoh my,â your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hand cups your covered mound, and you bite at your lip. Both of you rubbing each other, and it still doesnât feel like itâs enough. Like something is missing. âWhat is fucking then?â
âYou probably shouldnât say that around your community. Thatâs a very bad word, and youâre such a naughty girl. But if you really want to know what fucking is, we got to start by stretching. Can I touch you under the panties?â Heâs never prayed before this moment, but he prays you say yes. All this conversation has done is create a need to feel you from the inside.
âWhat?â
âItâs easier for me to show the true function of your cunt, if I can go inside of you,â you moan. Your body curves more into him, bringing your core right to his cock. Your body needs to be fucked, but you deserve to have someone make passionate love with you.
âLike finger fucking? Fingering, right? Youâll scissor your fingers inside of me, so you can stretch me out? Yes, can you show me?â His pinky moves aside your panties, and when his bare hands touch you, the moan you let out doesnât even sound human.
âShh, youâve got so much repressed sexual energy, youâre about to blow before I even touch you. This right here, is your pussy, or as you like to call it your cunt,â you didnât quite understand. His fingers roam over your split, but they were nothing compared to what you held in your hand. His fingers feel baby like. His cock that you try to wrap your hands around feel otherworldly.
âBut this,â his fingers push past through your body, and you feel him in your throat. Pressing your forehead against his, and you can no longer hold his cock as you let his fingers roam around inside of you. It didnât make any sense, and even though you know it will be frowned upon, this pleasure is too good to give up. âThis beautiful hole, is your pussy. ButâŚâ
Ariâs mouth falls open as you succumb to the pleasure. Your mouth agape, and brows furrowed as you just feel him. âIf I can make you come, are you going to give your pussy to me?â
âWhatâs coming?â he adds a second finger, and you raise your body off him a bit. The stretch is much more intense, and the fullness is mind-blowing. This is what going dumb means. Thereâs no thoughts, just the way that Ari is making you feel, but also how he feels inside of you. Like he belongs there. A thumb presses down on your entrance, and the sounds that flow out of your mouth make Ari moan.
âI canât explain coming, youâll just know. This is your clit,â his thumb circles around the little bean, and your body jumps around. You didnât believe in magic, but if you did, it belonged in Ariâs fingertips. Your body starts rolling into him, lifting your drenched tits out of the water.
The fabric of your bra is too thin, and your nipples protrude out. If you think youâre overwhelmed, heâs a dead man. His eyes don't know what to look at. He wishes he could see his fingers dragging in and out of your heavenly pussy. Desires nothing more than to see your tits free and bouncing around as he fucks his fingers into you. But it isnât until he feels your walls flutter, around that he just stops and enjoys what he sees.
Eyes closing tightly as he drives in harder. Faster. Curling his fingers, he hits a tender spot that takes all thoughts away. Tight circles on your clit. Everything working in harmony. Until the dam breaks, and you are gasping and panting for air. Unable to open your eyes, he lets your cunt relax around him before he pulls out his fingers, placing them directly into his mouth where he can suck off your diluted juices.
âThatâs coming,â heâs so proud at how well you took him. How beautiful and perfect you looked as you came undone, and he wants to see it again. And again.
âSo different from cum. Will you show me your cum?â You are trying to murder him. Thereâs no other way around this. You are saying all the innocent and filthy things that come to your mind, and he wants you to partake in everything. Whatever books youâre reading, heâll buy you five thousand more, just so you continue to stay curious for him.
âIâll paint you with my cum if thatâs what you need. But, you just had your first orgasm. I think itâs time for us to eat. Maybe you can show me your pussy outside of the water,â you take some staggered breaths before you open your eyes, looking at him confused.
âBut itâs your pussy now,â fuck, he says in his head, and your staring at him seriously. âBut how does a cock feel going inside?â
âNot a cock,â you donât understand. Thatâs what the books say. âMy cock. But not today. I bet that was your first kiss today wasnât it?â You nod your head. Itâs not something thatâs done. Things like that are for marriage. And youâd assume whatever his fingers were doing earlier is as well.
âAnd thereâs other lips I can kiss thatâll make you feel even better,â Ari gives your sweet little cunt a few taps with his palm, and the way you look at him so sweetly and whisper please has things on overdrive. He maneuvers you to his front. Coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist as he grinds you on him. âJust like this. You feel how hard you made me?â
âYeah,â you struggle to get out. âYouâre so â big.â
âAnd youâll learn to take every inch of me. Iâll have you stretched out so wide around my cock, and youâre going to beg for me to go harder. Youâre such a sweet girl, but you want to be my filthy little slut, huh?â In the past youâve heard those words in such negative terms. But when Ari calls you his, it has you melting into him. Arching your back, you see his eyes go to your breasts.
âYouâll suck on my pebbled peaks, too?â
âDarling, Iâll suck on every part of your body,â whimpering out his name he moves you over him harder. Grunting, growling, and deep breathing. He watches you. Youâre about to get off again, and itâs a shame he canât see your body glistening with his cum thatâs about to blow all over your virgin pussy.
âDarling, Iâm a sucker for you. You ready?â You nod your head excitedly as he crashes his lips into yours. He devours your moans, gifting you with his own. Creating waves in an otherwise steady river with your movements, until you feel the most beautiful warmth spurt against your skin. âThatâs what you fucking do to me. Iâve never came like that before.â
He pants as he looks over your face. Your eyes are wide as they watch him. âIt may be a sin, Darling, but youâre worth it,â and you think heâs worth it, too. Thereâs no way these Amish men could ever be so vulgar with you. Itâs depraved, and you sink even further into his hell with him. Your purity be damned because you know it belongs to him.
âI think the books my sister suggested for me to get are complete and utter trash. But you keep reading, and figure out what you like. Write it down. Maybe one day Iâll not only fuck you, but fuck my cum inside of your cunt so deep, thatâŚâ he stops, what the fuck was he saying? Heâs never desired for children. But the thought of you filled to the brim with his cum, and watching it drip out of you has him reeling. The thought of fucking you everyday before you go home thrills him. Have you walking around with a used pussy, and nobody knows that he took your virtue. They didnât deserve you.
He has visions of you taking him every way possible. Sobbing out his name while he has his seed dripping out of you. But it isnât enough. That is just for him. The lips of your pussy swollen from how hard he fucks you will be just for him. But your belly swollen and full of him, nobody could deny. He would have you and nobody else could. Heâd have to save you and take you away from this disgusting place. And this is just crazy.
âBut, refrain from talking about fucking, and my cock and that beautiful little pussy. Letâs keep it to just us. If you do, Iâll make sure you get to come on my cock.â
âDo I get to taste it?â
âFuck,â he sighs. You want to try it all, and are eager, and scared, and timid, and it makes it that much more satisfying. Your little bit of jealousy ignited something inside of him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and the thought of him fucking some other woman made you angry. No, it pissed you off. Made you all bratty and snippy. He wanted to push you to your knees, and shove his cock past those pouty lips to remind you the only person that is making his dick wet is you.
âDarling, the first time I come inside of you, Iâll gather the leaking cum with my cock, and let you suck it off. Two holes will be filled with me,â it sounds so â you canât even think of words. You just know that the books and Ari are your undoing. But once that door is opened, can it fully be closed?
You had Ari inside of you, and you craved more. Addiction is a sin, but Ari was worth sinning for.
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DBF!Ari Levinson + beach day
alice you're gonna kill me lmao
pairing: DBF!Ari x f!reader (any race)
wc: 1.5k
beta'd by @late-to-the-party-81 <3 <3 <3
sneak peek: âYou see something you like, princess?â You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. âThen take it.â
warnings: age gap, fluffly flirting, dbf, edging/orgasm delay/denial, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [daddy, princess, baby]
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The sand is warm beneath your toes as you settle onto your towel, letting the sun soak into your skin. Itâs early enough in the season that the beach isnât incredibly busy, so you just had to take advantage.Â
As you close your eyes and let the summer heat warm you, you feel fingers brushing against your arm. Calloused but gentle, the fingers draw up your arm, tickling your neck, and find their way to cup your jaw.
âPrincess,â Ari practically groans, shifting to block the sun from your face. âYouâre killing me.â You grin, keeping your eyes closed.Â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â You taunt, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in the way you know drives Ari crazy. â Daddy .â You draw the word out and peek an eye open just in time to see Ariâs pupils blow wide.Â
Ari shifts closer, sidling himself right next to you. Your mouth waters as his broad chest brushes against your shoulder, as his hand slides from your face and down your neck. His fingers trace over the edge of your swimsuit. Youâd chosen it specifically to tease him, knowing itâs too small to fully cover your breasts.
You hum lightly in pleasure as Ari runs his strong hands over your body, and for a moment, you worry about the possibility of someone seeing you. The beach isnât too busy today, but the possibility of someone walking past and seeing the way Ari is touching you, the way youâre reacting to his touch, makes you shiver. Â
âYou think you can tease me and not have any consequences for that?â Ari asks, dipping his head to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck.Â
You shrug, keeping up your air of indifference. âYouâre gonna pay for that, princess. But not right now. Right now, I want to enjoy the weather with my gorgeous girlâ Suddenly, Ariâs arms sweep under you, and he swiftly picks you up. You giggle into Ariâs chest, holding onto him as he carries you toward the water.Â
Ari walks into the surf until the crystal blue waters come up to his waist. He settles into it, letting you adjust to the temperature and as you do, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with the ends of his hair.
âIâm glad you got the day off,â you tell him as he shifts your position, wrapping your legs around his hips.
âMe too, princess. Your dad might be getting a little suspicious, though.â You sigh at the mention of your father. Ari and your dad have worked together for years now. You hadnât meant to fall for your dadâs friend, but you donât regret it one bit. One day, youâll tell your dad, but you donât want to think about it right now.
âWeâll tell him soon,â you say, pressing a kiss to Ariâs firm chest. âBut letâs just be here. Letâs just enjoy today.â Ari gazes down with you, blue eyes shining like the water, and smiles.
You and Ari swim around, talking and laughing, carefree in a way the two of you often arenât able to experience. Once your fingers get pruney and the sun starts to set, Ari picks you up and carries you back onto the beach.Â
After gathering your things, you and Ari wander back to the hotel. Heâd surprised you by booking it for the weekend and you were so grateful because it means no sneaking around, no hiding; just an entire weekend of you and Ari.
When youâre back in the hotel room, you bask in the chill of the air conditioning before wandering into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You slip out of your bathing suit, leaving it on the counter, and step under the spray.
You start your routine using your favorite shampoo to rinse the salt from your hair. As you engross yourself in the routine, you hear the bathroom door click open. Ari wanders in through the steam, leaning against the counter. You watch as he picks up your bikini bottoms and twirls them around his finger.Â
âThis bikini is gonna be the death of me, princess,â he says, voice low and gravelly. âYou looked so sexy in it.â You smile to yourself as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Ari slides the shower door open and steps under the water with you.
âAri,â you whisper, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous body. Your eyes drift down his muscular chest, his abs, his adonis belt. When your eyes land on his hard cock, you go weak in the knees.
âYou see something you like, princess?â You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. âThen take it.â You sink down to your knees, letting your eyes flick up to Ariâs face. He grins and cups your face with his big hands as you lick a drop of precum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, and you bite back a moan.
Before Ari, youâd never really enjoyed giving head, but Ari changes everything. How reactive he is, how much pleasure he gives you as you pleasure him. Itâs amazing. You take him into your mouth, sucking him as deeply as you can, and Ariâs hands shift to your head. He doesnât push, just guides you as your mouth moves over his dick.
âSo good, baby,â he tells you through gritted teeth. âSo fucking good.â You glow under his praise and squeeze your thighs together. Pleasure shoots through you and builds in your belly. You lose yourself as you take Ari deeper and deeper, loving his taste on your tongue.Â
Ari suddenly pulls away, and you watch him for his next move. He helps you stand and pins you to the cool tiles. He lets his eyes travel over your body, and you feel heat settle in your belly.
âSee something you like?â You ask, tossing his words back at him.
âI do,â he replies, running his hands up your torso to your breasts. He runs his fingers over your nipples, toying with them. âAnd Iâm gonna take it.âÂ
Ari dives in and kisses you, stealing your breath away. Your knees wobble beneath you, and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. Your pussy grinds against his cock, and you moan into his mouth. You wiggle your hips, aching for him to fuck you, to drive himself deep inside of you.
âPlease, Ari, please,â you whisper, building your pleasure higher and higher as you grind against him.Â
âTell me what you want, princess,â he says, sucking a mark into your neck.Â
âAri, I want you to fuck me, please,â you beg, picking up the pace of your hips. Your orgasm builds and builds. âI need it so bad, Ari.â
âYeah?â he asks, gently biting your shoulder. âYou want me to fuck you?â You nod, already a whimpering mess in his arms.
Ari snakes a hand between you and finds your clit with his fingers. He rubs circles in the way he knows you love, and it nearly sends you over the edge. The moment youâre about to come apart, he stops. He holds your hips still, and you groan as the orgasm fades.
âAri,â you whine, trying to writhe against him, but he holds you still.
âHm, princess, you shouldnât have talked back to me earlier,â he says, running his thumb back over your clit. You jolt, sensitivity setting in.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Ari,â you tell him, hoping heâll take mercy on you.
âActions have consequences, baby.â He grinds his hips against yours, resuming his ministrations on your clit.
Ari works you up to orgasm after orgasm before ripping each of them away, not letting you come, over and over again. He shuts off the water and carries you to the bed, not caring that both of you are still dripping wet. You shake in his arms, a puddle in his hands. When heâs finally decided that youâve had enough, you have tears pricking your eyes.
âYou did so good for me, princess,â he whispers, kissing you gently. âSo good.â Ari shifts your hips and lines his cock up.
âPlease, Ari, please, I need you so bad.â Ari kisses you and finally presses inside of your aching pussy, making you see stars. He stretches you so much it almost hurts, but he soothes the pain with his lips on your cheek.Â
His pace is gentle but deep, hitting the spot inside you that makes your body shake. He worships your body, wringing pleasure from you. He whispers words of praise to you, making your body sing.
âYouâre so fucking perfect, baby,â he tells you as an orgasm builds deep inside you. âMy perfect princess.âÂ
When you come, your whole body tightens, and your vision blacks out. Ari fucks you through it, kissing you senseless. With a few more flexes of his hips, he follows you over the edge and sinks to the bed beside you. As you come down from the high, Ari pulls you into his side, holding you close and pressing kisses to your temple.
In moments like this, your love of Ari seems to flow from you. In every touch, in every whispered word.
âI love you, princess,â he whispers into your hair.
âI love you too, Ari.â
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protection (6) ari levinson
summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.
pairing: dbf! ari x reader
warnings: swearing, verbal arguments, daddy kink, kissing, degrading language, angst
wc: 5.4k
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     You wake the next morning and immediately begin replaying the events from the night before in your head. Dinner with your father had been awkward â heâd spent the entire meal asking you about your goals, where you see yourself in ten years, and if you ever dreamed of getting married.Â
What type of man do you hope to marry?
Do you want to have children?Â
Do you want your husband to be the primary provider of the household?
The questions spin around in your mind, and the answers youâd given had sounded robotic at best. Now, you lay staring up at the ceiling, wondering where those questions came from.Â
     Eventually, you rise from bed and tuck on a zip-up jacket over your tank top, then make your way downstairs. The kitchen is empty and the house is eerily quiet, but you donât pay too much attention to that.Â
You pour a cup of coffee and decide to head back upstairs to get ready for the day, silently planning on what you need to do. You freeze, however, when you hear Ariâs raised voice come from the direction of your fatherâs office. Out of curiosity, you inch closer and closer, praying you wonât get caught by one of your fatherâs men.Â
âNo, Christopher. Out of the fucking question. I canât believe youâre even considering this!â Ari shouts.Â
âIt would be good for the deal,â your father says, sounding completely rational and emotionless, âSheâs my daughter. Sheâll do what I ask.â
âShe shouldnât fucking have to,â Ari fires back, âAnything could happen to her. The inability to close this goddamn deal shouldnât be putting her in danger.â
��She wonât be in danger, Ari. I would never put her at risk, you know that. Care to explain why youâre so worked up over this?â
The silence is deafening, and your grip tightens around your mug. Your mind races with possibilities as to what the two men could be discussing as you try to picture Ari standing over your fatherâs desk. His hands on his hips, jaw clenched. Heâs probably shaking his head as he tries to form a rebuttal; the image is enough to make you smile even as they argue.Â
âI just donât understand why weâre falling into this high school game with these guys. I can close this deal, Chris. This doesnât need to happen.â
âReally? Because, if you could close it, it would be closed by now,â your father replies.Â
âFuck you, just give me more time.â
Your father sighs, and both men are silent for a moment. You take one step back, then another, almost too scared to hear your fatherâs response.Â
âFine,â he snaps, âBut, one of these days, youâre going to have to look me in the eye and tell me why you care so goddamn much about who my daughter dates.â
The room falls silent, and when you hear Ariâs boots against the floor, you hurry away. You take the stairs two at a time, careful not to spill your coffee while still trying to get out of sight as fast as possible.Â
When you reach your room, you set the coffee mug down on your nightstand, then crawl into bed and pull the blankets up to your chin.Â
Ariâs words replay in your head along with your fatherâs, but you make no greater progress on figuring out what the hell theyâre talking about. You silently beg and plead for Ari to come upstairs and explain it all, even though you know he isnât aware you even made it downstairs at all.Â
     Itâs lunchtime when you manage to go downstairs again, bringing your empty coffee mug with you. This time, the house is full of motion â men coming in and out of the house with purpose. As soon as your feet hit the marble of the first floor, Javier steps out from behind the wall and gives you a tight smile.Â
âGood morning,â he says quickly, dropping his eyes after a minute, âMore coffee?â
âWhat?â you question.Â
He eyes the empty coffee mug in your hand, then looks back up at you.Â
âWould you like some more coffee?â
âOh,â you shake your head, âNo, thank you. Um, how are you?â
âIâm fine,â he replies, then looks over to another few men entering the house and approaching your fatherâs office, âCome on. Letâs go somewhere else.â
You follow him as instructed, thrown off by the hustle and bustle of the house in the middle of the week. He guides you into the kitchen, which is far enough from your dadâs office that you know youâll be safer â especially with Javi.Â
Heâs silent as he begins to wash your coffee mug. Awkwardly, you take a seat at the bar and watch him, taking note of the fact that he never once looks up at you. You wonder if Javier knows anything about the conversation between Ari and your father, and if heâs willing to talk about you given the fragile state of your relationship.Â
âJavi,â you say quietly, âCan we talk?â
He doesnât look up, âAbout what?â
âWell,â you clear your throat, âVick told me that you refused to pick me up yesterday, andââ
âDarling!â
You look up as your father enters the kitchen, and flashes back to his earlier conversation with Ari run through your mind.Â
âHi, Dad,â you say, your voice a little less enthusiastic than it usually is given his statements made this morning, âA lot of meetings today?â
He smiles and embraces you even though you make no motion for it, then kisses your temple. You try not to think about how his best friendâs mouth was in that same spot a mere twelve hours ago.Â
âOh, you know how the business works,â he replies, not giving you a straight answer â as if he ever would.Â
âRight,â you mutter, âWhereâs Aâ Mr. Levinson?â
Javier looks up at you as you stumble over what to call Ari, but your father doesnât bother looking at you. The men exchange a meaningful glance before he smiles, brushing off whatever he and Javier were silently discussing.Â
âHeâs not here, honey,â he replies absentmindedly, âAny plans for your day?â
You shrug, âI need to get my nails done for the charity event.â
And a wax. And, maybe, some lingerie.Â
Javier pours a cup of coffee and slides it to your father, who is in the middle of checking his phone. His response is delayed, distracted, and you look down to your lap.
âJavier will take you,â he says without looking up, âI have to make a call. Excuse me, darling. See you for dinner, okay?â
You just nod, letting him kiss your forehead before rushing off â not before he presses his phone to his ear. When you look back at Javier, he doesnât allow himself to meet your gaze. Sighing, you stand, your voice coming out quieter than it was before.Â
âVick can take me out,â you tell him softly, âIâll see you later.â
Youâre sure heâs going to let you walk away; clearly conflicted with some emotion that he isnât willing to share. You care because you miss the way he dotes on you, the way he listens to you when nobody else does. Now, it feels as if thatâs gone between you.Â
âBonita,â he stops you, sounding as if heâs cursing himself for speaking up.Â
You turn, meeting his eyes and giving him a soft smile at the nickname. He visibly relaxes at the sight, and you feel victorious.Â
âYes?â
âIâll take you,â he says, âWhenever youâre ready.â
âThank you, Javi,â you smile.Â
He nods, and just as you turn, he speaks again, âAbout yesterday. Iâm sorry I didnât come get you. Vick told me this morning that you were concerned that I hate you.â
You swallow, squirming under the pressure of his gaze. If Vick told Javier that, who knows what else they discuss. Until now, youâve never thought about it. Until now, youâve never had anything to hide from them.Â
âIâm just used to you coming for me,â you mumble.Â
This brings a smile to his lips.Â
âI wonât let you down again,â he promises, then nods toward the hall, âWhenever youâre ready, we can go.â
You give him a grateful smile, then turn and exit the kitchen. Just like that, Javier has healed that broken bit inside you. The thought of losing his gaze, his appreciation, his heart, makes you sad, but no part of you wants to explore why.Â
     Things snap right back into place with Javier as he takes you out â Mateo joining the both of you but not saying much the entire trip. You check your phone consistently, just in case Ari reaches out, but you hear nothing. Part of you wonders if he will care that youâre out, but you shake that thought from your head.Â
You feel like a new and improved woman with a fresh and complete manicure, and when Javier stepped up to pay, using your fatherâs credit card, Ariâs credit card felt a million times heavier in your wallet.Â
When you get home, you thank Javier and Mateo, then head upstairs to change and squeeze in a workout before dinner. Youâre unsure if Ari is in the house or not, but youâve resigned to leaving him to take care of whatever business he was so worked up about this morning. Your head spins around the conversation, and youâd physically bitten down on your tongue several times so as not to ask Javier about it.Â
Waiting for you in your bedroom, however, is a surprise. You donât notice it at first, but when you do, your breath hitches. A fresh bouquet of red roses sits on your nightstand beside a Tiffanyâs box, and you stare at it for far too long, afraid it might disappear if you get any closer.Â
You pluck the card from the bouquet carefully, then turn it over. Ariâs attempted neat handwriting has your heart racing as your finger traces over each letter.Â
Away for work. Iâll be back in time to see you in your gorgeous dress. Be good for me.Â
You smile at the card, even though your heart sinks at the thought of not seeing him for a few days. Then, you pick up the Tiffanyâs box and pull it open, allowing the jewelry to take your breath away.Â
A pearl pendant stares up at you from its place in the box, and immediately, youâre desperate to put it on. Before you can, however, your phone starts to ring. Ariâs name lights up your screen, and you pounce on the call.Â
âHi,â you say into the phone, breathless from his gift.Â
âHi,â he replies, âDid you get my present?â
You grin, âYes. How did you even know I was home?â
You know he must have left this for you while you were out, which means he knew. He chuckles into the phone, and your heart skips.Â
âSaw you on the cameras,â he says, as if itâs obvious, âI linked them to my phone, or whatever the fuck.â
âWow,â you laugh, âVery technologically advanced for someone your age.â
He scoffs, âIâm not that old, baby.â
Your smile widens and you let another laugh escape your lips. For a moment, youâre still unsure of what to say; how to express your gratitude for such a beautiful gift.
âAri,â you whisper, âThis is beautiful. I love it so much.â
âIâm glad,â he replies, sounding slightly smug, âGot your nails done, huh?â
âYes.â
âHmm,â he hums, âFunny. I didnât get an alert that my card was used.â
You snort, âYou just bought me a three thousand dollar necklace.â
You can practically see him rolling his eyes through the phone. The image makes you smile regardless.Â
âI told you, from now on, use my card,â he lectures.Â
âWhy is that so important?â
âBecause, Iââ he stops himself, and your heart lurches as you beg him silently to finish his thought, âI want to take care of you. Can you quit being so damn bratty and let me pay for your shit, please?â
You giggle before you can help it, and the breathy laugh that Ari returns brings butterflies to your stomach.Â
âAlright, I promise,â you answer.Â
âThank you,â he huffs, âListen, baby, if your dad says anything to you about the charity event, I need you to tell me. Can you do that?â
âYes,â you say immediately, then add, âWhy?â
Ari sighs, and you can tell heâs debating how best to say it. You donât bail him out; you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts.Â
âHe wants to get you a date. And, you and I both know, that is not happening.â
You gasp, blurting out your first thought, âHe wants me to open my legs for a business deal?â
âWhat?â Ari snaps, âThat is not what I said.â
âBut thatâs what heâs doing, is it not?â
âListen to me. The only person opening up those sexy legs is going to be me, so you have nothing to worry about. Iâm taking care of it. Just be aware and do not agree to anything.â
âOkay,â you mumble, turned on by his words and adding a gentle, âMiss you, daddy.â
The groan that escapes Ariâs lips is unholy, and it makes you bite down hard on your bottom lip.Â
âDonât you fucking dare get me hard right now, Y/N,â he growls into the phone.Â
âSorry,â you reply innocently, listening to him sigh.
âI have to go, baby. My cellâs gonna be out of service for a bit, so take this number down in case you have an emergency.â
You do as he says and type out the phone number in a note, then return to the call. Not a single part of you is ready to hang up the phone.Â
âBe careful, Ari. Promise youâll be home for the charity thing?â
He scoffs, âI wouldnât miss it. Not with you in that dress.â
âCanât wait,â you smile, âSee you soon.â
âBe good.â
âNo.â
You disconnect the call then with a giggle and sparks flying in your stomach, knowing Ari is shaking his head at you. Your phone dings with a text, and you grin.Â
Not funny, princess.Â
Your response comes in half a second.Â
Sorry, daddy.Â
     The next few days, you do your best to keep your mind as occupied as possible. The only time you hear from Ari is late the night after you spoke to him on the phone. He asked you for pictures, which you sent without a second thought â taken special for him â and he returned a picture of his seed covering his hand and the base of his cock.Â
Things between you and Javier return to normal, which youâre thankful for. Your father remains distant the way he was in the kitchen on the morning you heard him and Ari fighting, but you donât let it impact you. After what Ari told you about your dadâs little deal, youâre not in the mood to put up with him.Â
Javier takes you to dance and picks you up, seemingly thrilled to do so. He proudly holds a matcha for you when you come out, and when his hand sets itself on your lower back as you leave the studio, you donât push him away.Â
When you get home, you sit at the bar in the kitchen while Javier stands at the stove with grilled cheese ingredients in hand. All you can think about is Ari â if he truly will keep his promise and come home tomorrow for the event, so you donât have to go with some random, power hungry man who is only interested in you for one reason.Â
âHey, Javi?âÂ
He notices the shyness, the insecurity in your voice immediately, then looks up from the stove to you.Â
âYes?â
âUm,â you start, looking down at your lap, âDo Iâ Is my dad really going to make me take a date tomorrow night just so he can close a deal?â
Javier presses his lips into a line, then turns back to the stove. He shuts it off and removes the sandwich from the pan, placing it on a plate.Â
âYou know I canât discuss business with you, bonita.â
You frown, âItâs not business, Javier, itâs my father offering me up like a whoreââ
âNo,â he snaps immediately, walking over to you and setting the sandwich down on the counter before stepping in front of you, âAri told you that?â
âNo. I overheard them talking about it.â
Javier sighs and steps even closer, cupping your cheek in his palm. Itâs his way of comforting you, youâre sure, and you lean into him when the pad of his thumb brushes across your cheek.
âThe business is complicated. Your father has to bluff sometimes. But, I promise you, Iâm not going to let anything happen to you tomorrow. Okay?â
Slowly, you nod, âOkay. Do you know when Ariâs coming back?â
Javierâs chest deflates, but the question doesnât deter him. He keeps those big, brown eyes focused on you, and his thumb continues its quest across your cheek.Â
âNo,â he says sternly, âYou know, heâs not the only one around here that can keep you safe.â
âI know,â you answer, an alarm bell sounding in your head.Â
âYou donât need him.â
When he takes another step closer, setting his free hand on the back of your chair, you start to squirm.Â
âJavierââ
âI mean it, bonita, you donât need a man like him in your life.â
You snort, âOh, but I suppose youâre so much better than him?â
Javier pulls back only slightly, but itâs enough for you to escape from around him. He shakes his head and holds his hands up in defense, then steps back.Â
âMaybe I am. Whatâs so hard to believe about that?â he asks, his tone bitter.Â
âYou donât know anything about him,â you remark.Â
âOh? And you do? He opens up to you while youâre on your knees for him?â
You physically draw back at his words, and Javierâs face melts. He starts to shake his head, as if trying to take the words back, but itâs too late and he knows it.Â
âNice,â you mutter, âThanks, Javier.â
âNoââ he says, his voice cracking as you start to exit the kitchen, âNo, bonita, waitââ
âDonât fucking call me that,â you snap.Â
Javier freezes at the harsh words directed at him, and you take the opportunity to bolt out of the kitchen. He doesnât follow you, and when you get up to your room, you close and lock the door, then hurry to your bed. You call Ariâs cell first, but it goes straight to voicemail. Then, you scroll until you find the emergency number, and just as your thumb hovers over it, you pull back.Â
Telling Ari about what Javier did and that he knows about the two of you could mean subjecting Javier to violence on Ariâs part. Even though he hurt your feelings, part of you is conflicted on what the right move is.Â
If Ari calls, you think. If he calls, Iâll tell him everything.Â
You fall onto your bed with confidence that youâre making the right choice, even though you know deep down that Ari Levinson will not be calling your phone tonight.Â
     You stand in front of your bathroom mirror, staring at yourself in your dress, and silently place the necklace Ari got you around your neck. Your makeup and hair are done, shoes are on, but the jewelry was your last piece. You smile when you see it, hoping Ari loves it, too.
Except, heâs not back. You havenât heard a word from him, and every ounce of you is trying not to pounce on your phone and dial that number he gave you for emergencies only.Â
âMy love? Ready to go?â
Your father yells at you from downstairs, and with one last squirt of perfume and a long sigh, you decide to give up. Give up on Ari, give up on kissing him, touching him, having him. He makes promises he canât keep, and the impact that behavior has on your mood is too intense.Â
Whipping open the door, you start down the stairs. Your father stands at the bottom in his best suit, and he gives you a wide smile, then extends his hand for you to take.Â
âYou look beautiful, darling,â he says proudly.Â
âThank you,â you reply, giving a tight smile.Â
âAre you ready for a great night?â
You try not to roll your eyes as you say, âYep.â
âThat makes two of us,â he answers.Â
âThree, actually.â
Your eyes widen at his voice, and you canât help but spin around to see if itâs true.Â
It is.Â
Heâs there, looking handsome as ever in a black suit and the red tie you got for him. He grins at you and lets his eyes float over your body, wrapped up in the dress he requested. Your father emits a low growl that you barely hear because youâre still so immersed in Ari.Â
âYou made it,â your father says in greeting, but his tone is clipped.Â
âOf course I did,â Ari answers him, then looks back at you, âI promised.â
You smile widely and bite your lip, squirming without realizing it as you try to fight off the urge to jump on him. Your father grabs your hand and squeezes it tight, keeping you in place beside him.Â
âAnd the deal?â
Ari smirks, âMarcus will call within the hour.â
Your fatherâs grip tightens on your hand, and his jaw clenches as Ari reveals that he closed the deal. You beam and you donât even care who recognizes it; you just want Ari to know how happy you are that heâs here.Â
âWonderful,â your father mutters.Â
âShould we go?â Ari asks, then shifts his gaze to you again, âIâd be happy to take her in my car. Iâm sure she wonât want to crawl up into the Tahoe in that dress.â
Your fatherâs jaw ticks, âSheâs fine.â
âIâll go with Mr. Levinson, Dad,â you speak up, removing your hand from his.Â
âLike hell you will,â he replies.Â
âSir,â Javier appears in the living room, wearing a blue suit and pressing his phone to his ear. When he sees you, his eyes rake over every inch of you, and when he sees Ari, his jaw clenches.Â
âWhat is it, Javier?â
âMarcus is on the line for you,â Javier replies, âI pulled the car around.â
âTake the call, Chris,â Ari urges, âIâve got her.â
âVick will stay behind and ride with you,â he announces before stepping toward Ari, knowing he needs to take the call, âRight behind us, Levinson.â
âAlright, Chris,â Ari replies smugly.Â
Your father and Javier exit the living room; Javierâs eyes lingering on you and Ari for a beat too long. You narrow your eyes at him and he drops his gaze to the floor, then follows your father out of the house.Â
âAriââ
He stops you by placing his hands on your hips and guiding you backward, tucking you against the wall. He pins you against it and presses his body up against yours, then nudges your nose with his to get you to angle your face just right.Â
âIâm ready to get on my goddamn knees for you in this dress, baby,â he says, his voice deep.
You grin, âSo, you like it?â
âI love it,â he admits, leaning dangerously close to your lips, âI missed you.â
Your heart drops to your feet, and you swear, if you could pick it up and hand it to him, you would.Â
âYou did?â
âI did,â he confirms, then raises a brow, âDidnât you miss me?â
You smile and grab ahold of his suit jacket, then tug on it in an attempt to bring him even closer.Â
âOf course, daddy,â you whisper, âUm, will youâ Can youââ
âCan I?â he questions, trailing off as he waits for you to finish your request. You can tell by his expression that he already knows what you want, but heâs going to make you ask for it.Â
âKiss me,â you squeak, âPlease.â
His smile widens, âThat stipulation of yours is gonna get me into a lot of trouble, isnât it?â
âMhm,â you nod, beaming as you pull him in.Â
He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you up, nudging your nose with his again before he finally, finally slots his mouth over yours.Â
He groans and so do you the second you taste each other. Your grip tightens on his suit jacket and his on your cheeks, and when his tongue skims your bottom lip, your knees buckle.Â
âBaby,â Ari chuckles as he wraps his arm around your waist to support you, âNeed me to hold you up?â
You laugh, already tugging him back in, âYes, please. Come back.â
He snickers and falls right back into you, and this time, you invite his tongue to meet yours. You canât believe heâs finally kissing you, finally giving you what youâve been begging for. You can feel his beard, and you let out a moan when his lips travel to your jawline, then down your neck.Â
âExcuse me, Mr. Levinson. Maâam.â
You gasp and shove Ariâs shoulders. He sighs and takes his time pulling off of you, clearly not thrilled to be interrupted. Vick stands in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor so as to pretend like he canât see a thing.Â
âWhat is it, Vick?â Ari grunts, keeping his arms around you.Â
âIâm sorry, itâs just that we really have to be going.â
Ignoring that, Ari turns back to you and presses one last kiss to your lips, then pats your ass twice.Â
âGo fix your lipstick, baby. Weâll go when youâre ready.â
You nod, reaching up to wipe a bit of smeared lipstick from the corner of his mouth.Â
âBe right back,â you say.Â
He grabs your wrist before you can make it far from him, earning your eyes back on him.Â
âBring the tube. I want your lipstick print on my collar when we go in.â
You bite down on your bottom lip and nod again, then head back up the stairs. Your heels tap against the floor and you hurry while grabbing the lipstick tube from your bathroom. When you return, Ariâs waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. You smile and take his hand, then hold up the tube in your free one.Â
âIâll reapply when we get there. I have a feeling itâs pointless for the car ride,â you say quietly, âWhat about Vick?â
Youâre worried; Javier knows, now Vick. Ari merely shakes his head, easing your worries as he presses his lips to your forehead.Â
âWhat about him?â he shrugs. His arm wraps around your waist and he nods his head, leading you toward the door. Vick stands in waiting, and opens the front door once you two are close. Silently, Ari pulls a crisp, folded one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket and holds it up for Vick to take. âYou drive, Vick, and you donât say one fucking word when we get there.â
Vick swallows and takes the money, âYes. sir.â
     The drive to the event immediately becomes your favorite part of the night when Ari places you in the backseat, then climbs in himself. You feel bad subjecting Vick to it at first, but as soon as Ari pulls you into his lap and starts to kiss you, you forget everything.Â
Before you get out of the car, Ari holds up his phone as a mirror for you to reapply your lipstick, then has you place a perfect print on his collar for everyone to see. Itâs red, and itâs obvious that itâs yours, but no part of you cares when you see the smile on his face because of it.
Vick follows you and Ari out of the car and into the event. Ari offers you his arm and you take it proudly as the both of you walk in. When you see your father approaching the two of you, however, you drop your hand from around his bicep.Â
âPushing it a little, huh?â your father mutters, but reaches over and kisses your cheek for show.Â
âYou afraid of a little talk, Christopher?â Ari replies, but smiles at your father to keep up appearances, âIf thereâs something you want to say, say it.â
Expecting your father to be angry at that comment, your brows furrow when Javier steps over and whispers something in your fatherâs ear. Nodding, your father smirks victoriously. You catch Javierâs eye and he looks away, his expression regretful. You furrow your brows at him, then remember that you never told Ari that Javier knows what the two of you did in your bedroom.Â
âI have nothing to say,â your father shrugs, then nods over Ariâs shoulder, âJust thought I could give someone else the opportunity.â
You stand innocently beside Ari â foolishly, you later admit â as three beautiful, adult women step over to the four of you. Suddenly, something in you feels like an imposter; like youâre just the kid playing dress up around the adults.Â
âWhat the fuck is this about?â Ari hisses, glancing at the women only once before he moves to your father.Â
âNice to see you again, Ari,â one of the women says smugly.Â
âYeah, last time I saw you, wellââ another one says.Â
âEnough,â Ari grunts, silencing her.Â
âOh, I just talked to him,â the third girl says to the other two, giggling, âHe called me a few nights ago. I swear, phone sex has never been that good.â
Your hand immediately falls from his arm, and suddenly, all you can hear is the buzzing in your ears. The motion attracts the girlsâ attention, and they all look over at you. Javier shuts his eyes in defeat and lets his head fall, not wanting to see how it ends.Â
âAw, Ari, I didnât know you had aâŚniece?â the blonde says, giving you a sassy smile, âCute.â
âShut the fuck up, Amber,â Ari snaps.Â
Your father smiles proudly, smugly, like this is the only plan he has for the entire night.Â
âI just thought it might be nice for everyone to have a clear idea of the type of man Ari Levinson really is. STDâs and all, right, Ari?â
Your breath escapes you, and when you gasp, Ari looks over at you. Tears well in your eyes at the idea that you havenât heard from Ari in days, yet heâd talked to another woman while he was away. The thought never even crossed your mind, and you feel incredibly stupid when you realize that the two of you had never had that discussion.Â
Ari claimed you, but he never offered up his own assurances. His own faithfulness. You shake your head, unwilling to meet his eyes out of fear that he will see your tears.Â
âI need to get some air,â you say weakly, âUmââ
âIâll take you outside,â Ari says, grabbing your arm.
You yank yourself out of his grasp, âNo. I canâtââ
âY/N, stop,â Ari groans.Â
âFuck you,â you mutter, wiping a stray tear from your cheek before turning.Â
âBaby, seriouslyââ
âTouch my fucking daughter again, Levinson, I swearââ
âWhat the fuck will you do?â
You hurry away from the men, leaving them to argue without a care how it ends. You sniffle and wipe away a few more tears before cursing yourself for how stupid you feel, look, and are. The second you reach the glass door, you glance over your shoulder. Javier is standing a few feet away with regret written all over his face, and you stare at him for a long moment before he approaches you.Â
Silently, you push open the glass door and step outside, and Javier follows. You know youâll never be able to go outside without one of them, and a part of you is thankful itâs him. Even with your argument.Â
Javier doesnât say a word. You donât want him to, and he knows that. He shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders, then removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He takes a puff, then passes it to you. You take it from him and let the smoke fill your lungs, making your fingers and toes tingle and your heart ache a little less.
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Saved by an Alpha
â¨Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!OC (Secret Agent A/B/O AU)
â¨Summary: If you look up the definition of a workaholic, you will find Ari Levinson's picture right next to it. Ari is on a mission to save all the omegas and alphas kidnapped by the Red Room. An organization that takes young alphas to train them into the perfect soldiers and young omegas to be drilled into the epitome of what their biology has deemed them to be. Ari has saved thousands over the years, but he still doesn't consider that enough. Some say he's running from a dark past; others say he has a savior complex.
Eloise can't remember a life outside the complex known to its residents as the 'care center.' She's always been in these concrete walls, servicing alphas when called upon, taking heavy heat suppressants, and acting as a caretaker for the new little girls. Her life may not be entirely happy, but it's all she's ever known. Plus, she cares deeply for each of the girls who come into her care, no matter the length of time. They give her glimpses of sunshine in her dark world. Soon her world will be turned upside down when a stranger that smells like tobacco and the ocean comes to 'save' them.
â¨Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, feral behavior, violence, injury, crying, self-harm in the form of battling a door, self-loathing, mentions of child trafficking, death of a side character, and drugs
â¨W/C: 6.9kÂ
â¨A/N: Hey, guys! So yeahâŚitâs been a minute, life has been crazy, and this chapter has literally been rewritten four times. But I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if I missed any warning tags or if you want more!Â
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Chapter Two: Self-Control
When Sammy injects Eloise with the tranquilizers, Ari goes feral. He snaps and growls at the poor beta man, scaring all the children. The young girls all cry and shriek in fear, trying to further hide behind the cot barrier Eloise helped them make. The eldest three hold their place in the front, May puts Julia behind her, who screams for Eloise.Â
Ari ignores the crying girls. He lifts Eloise and holds her close to his chest, using his big arms to shield her from anyone who dares to get near them. Ari pushes the hair back from her face and gently prods near her eyes, trying to get her to open them again. As he focuses on the omega in his arms, he completely forgets about the open wound on his leg, which is currently bleeding through his tactical gear.Â
Sammy darts his eyes between the screaming children and the suddenly feral alpha in front of him. Heâs never seen Ari like this before. Ariâs eyes are dilated to the point that his iris nearly swallows the whites. His gaze is stormy and focused on the woman heâs holding. Confused whines and grunts leave Ariâs lips as he tries to get Eloise to wake back up. Like that of a confused wild animal. Sammy has never seen an alpha snap into a feral state so quickly; if an alpha goes feral, itâs usually from a slow descent to madness or a severely traumatizing experience. Nothing like whatâs happening right now. He tries to wrack his brain for a possible explanation but soon realizes the lack of time to do so. Ari turns to leave with the girl in his arms, and Sammy jumps in front of the door to stop him.Â
Ari snarls, and the girls scream again. Sammy quickly lifts his hands, palms up and out, to try and show heâs not a threat to him. He speaks softly and slowly, knowing that Ari is closer to a beast than a man. Sammy just hopes the conscious part of him is still lingering in the background.Â
âAri, listen to me. Youâre not yourself right now. You canât go running off with her; the building is in code red and unsafe. Youâre bleeding and need medical attention, and all these girls need to get to the jets, her included.â Sammy nods to the unconscious omega in his arms, which Ari holds slightly tighter in response.Â
âMove. I will protect her.â Ari steps closer, but Sammy stays firm in his stance. He knows letting them go will risk the omega heâs holding. If Ari gets alone with her and bonds with her, Sammy knows Ari will hate himself for the rest of his life.Â
âNo. Ari, youâre hurt, and we have a mission to complete. Iâm not moving till you come back to your senses.âÂ
As Sammy stands there resolutely, he spots the growing aggression in the face of the alpha. A vein popped on his neck, and his eyes narrowed at him. Sammy cringes, knowing whatever is about to happen next wonât be pretty. He keeps his hands up but remembers the taser resting on a holster on his thigh.Â
Ari glares darkly at the beta as he weighs his options. At first, the beta seemed like no threat, given his size and stature. Now, he stands in his way from taking his precious new omega to safety, something he canât allow. She needs to be safe so she can become properly his. She is his precious girl that he found. Not the betas. He has half a mind to mark her now just to show the other man just that. But he knows time is short and dangerâs approaching the building.Â
âWell? Are we going to finish our mission?â Sammy asks calmly, his eyes wary as he glances at the children who watch them both carefully.Â
In that brief moment, Ari makes his move. âFuck the mission!â He barks, with one arm, he keeps Eloise close, and with the other, he elbows Sammy hard into the doorway. The beta man grunts as his head connects with the metal frame. He slumps to the floor as Ari runs off with Eloise.Â
Sammy takes a couple steadying breaths as his vision swims for a moment. He checks the side of his head where it is connected with the metal and finds his fingers covered in crimson. Sammy curses and wipes his hand clean. He braces himself and carefully stands, only to hear a crunch. Looking under his boot, he spots the remnants of his comm, the only way he could have given his teammates a warning that Ari had turned feral and his heading right for them.Â
Sammy sighs deeply; he hopes they can recognize the crazed look in Ariâs eye when he reaches them, and theyâll be able to detain him. Maybe, if he works fast enough with the girls, heâll be able to get there in time to help.Â
âAlright, kids, we have to go. I promise none of you are going to get hurt. My friend there was just, uhâŚgrumpyâŚyeah, grumpy. Your caretaker will be fine. You can trust me.â Sammy offers them a tentative smile, hoping theyâll listen to his directions.Â
The eldest girls look between themselves warily while the others watch them, waiting to follow in their lead.Â
âWhat do we do, Nora?â Kairi whispers.Â
âWe listen to him. Eloise said we have to remember?â Nora looks back at the other girls, âwe gotta remember what Eloise told us. Weâll be okay.â She gives them her best smile while May picks up Julia again. They follow Sammy out of the building and into the quinjet waiting for them.Â
âIs that all of them?â An agent asks Sammy as he gets the 13 girls settled into seats and strapped down with help from Max.Â
âI think so. Have you seen Ari?â Sammy looks around, not seeing him or the omega anywhere. All he spots are children, their omegas, and other agents checking on them. He had a feeling Ari wouldnât choose this location anyhow. Itâs too crowded.Â
âNo, wasnât he with you? Where is the childrenâs omega? Also, what happened to your head?â Max frowns as he finishes strapping in the little three-year-old.Â
âHe was with me, but he went feral. We have to find him, Max, before he hurts someone. He took the girl's omega somewhere.â Sammy quietly mutters to him. Not wanting to send the entire jet into a panic if they hear an unmated alpha has gone feral while so many unmated omegas are near.Â
âWhat? Why didnât you com that in?â Max demands as they both begin quickly walking to the hatch of the jet.Â
âI couldnât! He knocked it out of my ear when he slammed my head into a door to get me out of the way, then I stepped on it like an idiot. I had to focus on getting the girls out. Max, heâs completely dangerous right now. He wonât let anything or anyone get between him and the girl.âÂ
âYou donât think heâs going to try and bond her do you?â Max murmurs with wide eyes.Â
âI donât know.â Sammy solemnly shakes his head, âwhich is why we have to hurry; com this to the rest of the team.â As they pick up the pace, they hear the jets beginning to hum. âShit!âÂ
The jet starts to lift off, and the back hatch closes. âPut the jet back down! Open the hatch!â Max commands a nearby agent. The agent radios the request to the pilot and shakes his head. âSorry, sir, the avengers are here. Itâll be too dangerous for us to land.âÂ
âFuck!â Sammy huffs, running his hands through his hair, âradio the others, now. We have to know what plane heâs on!âÂ
âRight.â Max presses his com, âJake, Rachel, have either of you seen Ari?âÂ
âNo, Iâm on the other jet with the girls. Wasnât he with Sammy?â Jake comms back.Â
âI just saw him a few minutes ago. Heâs on our teamâs plane. He had an unconscious omega in his arms, which was weird, but I figured the other jets were full.â Rachel hums as she answers Jake. She sets their team's jet to autopilot back to a shield safehouse, where they take the women and children.Â
âWe found him.â Max looks to Sammy, who grabs the comm out of Maxâs ear.Â
He puts it in his ear and distances himself from the other agent. âRachel, it's Sammy. Listen, Ariâs gone feral-â he says as quietly as he can.Â
âWhat?!â Rachel and Jake demand. Sam hisses for them both to be quiet. âWhen did that happen?â Rachel questions, already heading back to the bunkers where Ari took the girl.Â
âTwenty minutes ago, I couldnât say anything because my com broke. Listen, you must separate him from that omega before he does something both of them will regret.â Sammy urges, beginning to pace, thinking of everything that could have happened.Â
âAlready on it.â Rachel assures, âIâll update you when the situation is taken care of.âÂ
âBe careful, Rach. Feral alphas are dangerous. He may not recognize you. Hell, even if he does, he still might hurt you.â Sammy warns.Â
âI know. Donât worry, I got this.â Her line goes silent, and Sammy lets out a breath.Â
âDo you think sheâll be able to do it, Sam?â Jake asks.Â
âI have no idea.â Sammyâs mouth sets in a grim line, hoping itâs not too late.
In the sleeping quarters, Ari has her lying on the bed he tried claiming for himself the night before. Her little stature fits perfectly into the small bunk; he crouches next to her watching her rest. His eyes drink her in now that he has her alone. They follow the curve of her face seeing a little button nose and full lips. His brows furrow as he reaches out and uses a finger to trace along one of her cheeks, finding them far too thin for his liking. He pictures them fuller and filled with color, her fuller, full of him. His eyes land on her flat stomach, and a growl slowly builds from his chest.Â
He goes to reach out for her again, this time aiming for her shirt, when heâs interrupted by frantic knocking. A snarl rips through his throat, and he jumps up, shielding his omegaâs body with his own.Â
The knocking pauses, then a female voice calls out, âAri, itâs Rachel. Open the door and let the girl go. Youâre in a feral state, but I know you can pull yourself out of this!âÂ
Ari marches up to the door but doesnât open it, his mind barely registering that itâs his teammate outside, but what he does know is that sheâs armed. He can smell the gunpowder from the weapon sheâs holding.
âLeave us!âÂ
The alpha command bellows strongly from him, so powerful that it causes the omega to whimper and whine out in her sleep. Ari holds back from rushing back to her side to soothe her, knowing that taking care of the immediate threat is more important.Â
Rachel stiffens but doesnât move. Alpha commands have no effect on betas. Sheâs surprised that Ari even tried doing so. She narrows her eyes and sighs. She didnât want to have to say this. The topic is so forbidden in the team, but she canât think of any other way to bring him out of this state. Â
âAri, do you think Sarah would want you to move on this way?â Rachel demands, keeping her voice harsh and tone firm to show he had no effect on her with his command. âSarah always wished for your happiness, but not like this. Not by stealing some poor girl who has no idea who you even are!âÂ
The mention of Sarah causes a pause in Ari, SarahâŚthe name brings back the image of his dead omega. Her dark-haired curls, bright brown eyes, and beautiful smile. Flashes and images of the life he once lived with her force their way through the feral haze clouding his judgment. Meeting her for the first time after she was rescued from their first-ever red room operation, getting to know her after her recovery, gaining the courage to ask her out, bonding, marrying, her deathâŚÂ
Ari nearly stumbles to the floor as his consciousness comes rushing back. His inner alpha snaps and growls at him as he puts the fucker back in its chains, using his Sarah as the anchor. He looks back at Eloise with wide eyes, disgust and shame flooding him.Â
Heâs never lost control like that, not even when he and Sarah bonded. He brings his fingers up, brushing against the faded scar on his neck. What was he about to do to that woman? He knows the danger of letting his alpha genes take over his mind. He saw it happen all too often with his father and the various omegas the man took throughout Ariâs life.Â
People get hurt when an alpha allows his genes or instinct to take over. Anyone who is in the way of what a feral alpha desires often end up hospitalized or, worse, dead. Tranquilizers can even be considered useless to an alpha his size when feral. Heâs shocked Sammy even tried standing in his way. He could have killed him.Â
Ari goes to take a deep breath to calm himself but quickly realizes his mistake as her honeyed scent overpowers him again.Â
âFuck.â Ari hisses. He scrambles to the hand scanner and quickly unlocks the door.Â
As soon as it flies open, Rachel has her gun pointed straight at his head. âDonât come closer. I will not hesitate to put you on the ground. Let me pass, Ari.â Â
Ari puts his shaking hands in the air, his breaths leaving him in heavy bursts. His alpha snarls and claws at his mind. Defend Omega! Threat! Eliminate the threat!Â
âItâs me, Rach. You brought me back for now.â Ari winces, and his teeth gnash at her.
Rachelâs eyes widen, and she keeps her gun up. She can see his struggle, but she canât chance to give him sympathy when he could kill her at this moment. âGet away from the omega Ari, before someone gets hurt.âÂ
âI plan on it. Rachel, I need you to lock me in our cell bay. I canât trust myself not to go feral again while weâre stuck on the plane with her.â Ari demands those cells can keep alphas twice his size locked away without a problem, but they canât be locked from the inside.Â
âDone.â Keeping the gun pointed at him, they walk to the holding cells in the back of the jet. Once Ari is inside the small space, Rachel locks the door and opens the small window that allows them to talk. Only then does she relax her stance and holster her gun.Â
âAri, what happened in there?â Rachel asks, seeing him slump onto the chair. Ari holds his head in his hands and rubs the mark on his neck.Â
âIâm not sure.â He admits. âAll I remember is getting to our last room of kids, and when I opened the door, that omega stabbed me-âÂ
âStabbed you?!â Rachelâs eyes widen, and she peers inside more, finally seeing the blood running down his injured leg. âShit, Ari! Iâll get you medical supplies.âÂ
âThanks,â Ari mutters, not thinking he really deserves them, but also knows heâs no use to the team if he loses a leg from infection. âAnyway, I could already feel my control slipping when she got too close, then when Sammy tranqued her, I just lost it.â Ari shakes his head, all of it sounding nonsensical.Â
âWas anyone hurt?â Rachel passes him a small trauma kit through the hole, which he grabs.Â
âSammy might be. I tossed him out of my way when he tried to stop me. Did you hear from him? Is he okay?â Ariâs brows furrow in concern when he realizes he has no idea if Sam even made it out before the Avengers showed up.Â
âI heard from him. He sounded fine, just concerned about you. Are you okay?â Rachel sighs, watching Ari start to tend to his wound.Â
âIâll be fine, Rach. Just need some time to myself til we get back. Could you check on her for me? I didnâtâŚWeâre notâŚâ The word gets caught in Ariâs throat and stings far worse than the anti-bacterial spray.Â
âIâll check on her. You know Fury is going to have your ass for this, right? You might be suspended from the team or kicked out of the agency.â Rachel frowns. She doesnât think Ari deserves either of those for whatâs happened; it was clearly out of his control.Â
âIâll deal with Fury. And RachâŚthanks for snapping me out of it.âÂ
âOf course.â Rachel gives him a small smile before walking off to do as asked.Â
Ari sighs deeply as he finishes bandaging himself up. Despite the wound being closed, he canât remember the last time he felt so raw and wide open. He has no idea why the girl caused him to react like he did, but he knows heâs staying the hell away from her. He can breathe easier now that heâs in the cell, her scent long gone. With his head clear, he tries to think through everything that happened repeatedly, but it never makes sense. Ari hopes that once they get back to the safe house, heâll hear Furyâs judgment, and deal with the punishment, then everything can move on. He doesnât want anything to change. Ari doesnât need a new omega. He doesnât need anyone or anything but his team and his job.Â
If he has those, heâll be alright.Â
He doesnât need her.Â
Eloise slowly returns to consciousness, her mind hazy. She carefully opens her eyes, trying to adjust to the roomâs brightness. She squints and licks her dry lips, her throat lightly aching. Eloise shifts and pauses. Sheâs not on her cot in her room. What sheâs lying on is far too comfortable. Her breathing quickens, and all the events from before she blacked out come rushing back.Â
Eloise sits up in a rush and immediately regrets it as her head swims. She pauses to place her head in her hands and takes slow, steadying breaths. The feelings are familiar. Whoever was with that alpha must have drugged her, something the Red Room has done to her many times over the years whenever she had to move buildings. Once she catches her bearings, she looks around her unfamiliar surroundings. The walls surrounding her are a beige color. Thereâs also a hardwood floor like an actual bedroom, not a concrete room. A real bed, something she hadnât slept on since before she was 5, a time she barely remembers. Under better circumstances, she would have savored lying on the cotton and springs. Still, sheâs in unfamiliar territory, the enemy's territory.Â
Taking her time, Eloise carefully stands. Her legs feel weak, and she wonders how much time has passed since her kidnapping. She spots a pitcher of water with a glass resting nearby but decides not to drink, no matter how thirsty she is. Who knows what drugs or other things could be lacing the water? Sheâd rather not risk it. Not when she has to figure out where she is, where her children are, and how she will save them.Â
Worry immediately begins bubbling in her chest when she thinks of her poor girls. Eloise hopes theyâre safe and that whatever plans these people have for them are not malicious. Once she finds them, she will run far away from the Red Room and these people. Eloise has no idea how sheâll get the funds and space to care for 13 children, but sheâll figure it out.Â
Eloise glances around again when she spots two doors and a window. She goes to walk over to the window when she suddenly stops and hisses in pain, feeling a tug at her calf. Looking down, she spots gauze wrapped around her leg.Â
âWhat the hell?â She quietly murmurs to herself in fear of someone listening. She has no doubt they are monitoring her despite spotting no cameras around. Eloise reaches down and carefully runs her hand up the gauze. She hisses, feeling four stitches underneath the bandage. She doesnât remember getting hurt during the kidnapping unless it happened while unconscious.Â
She huffs a tad in annoyance, that will slow her down, and she doesnât have time to wait for it to heal. Shaking her head, Eloise sits up and limps to the window. Sheâll have to be careful with her leg until itâs time for the big escape. Any damage she does to it during or after, sheâll have to deal with later.Â
Looking outside, she gasps, seeing sheâs at least six stories up in the air. Below her are trees around whatever building sheâs in, and in the distance is a lake. Just like in the care center, sheâs utterly secluded from civilization, meaning escape just got ten times harder. âDamn it.â She mutters and glances at the window pane, which is also pretty thick. She tries lifting the window to no avail either, so escape out of the window is no option at all.Â
Eloise hates how leaving is looking bleaker at the moment. Now her only option is to find some vehicle and hope she can learn to use it in whatever time she has before these people find her.Â
Eloise hobbles over to the other door in the room and finds a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink. A pair of clean clothes, a towel, and some toiletries rest next to the shower. She scoffs at them; yeah, right, like sheâll risk being vulnerable and bathing at a time like this. These people are crazy for thinking she would be. She decides to rinse some water over her face and drink from the tap, the cool water soothing her aching throat. Drugging tap water is more challenging unless they want to drug their entire building.Â
Being in the Red Room didnât teach her much about the âoutsideâ world. Eloise couldnât tell you anything about how taxes, politics, or even major cultural norms. Other than the ones that taught her about an omega's place in society, of course, under an alpha. However, by listening to the alphas that guard her and the men she would service, Eloise, learned valuable skills in observing, learning, adapting, and surviving.
After another couple of mouthfuls of water, Eloise sits on the toilet and contemplates her next moves. She glances at the door leading out of her room and sees that itâs made of metal, assuming itâs locked. Maybe if she can catch a guard's attention, she can at least get some information. Ask about her children, where she is, and what they plan to do with her. If they donât answer, then she can always wait for when they transport her, IF they do. For all Eloise knows, this place is no different from the Red Room, except now she doesnât get her little lights.Â
The thought makes Eloise cringe, and she shakes them off. She has to hope thatâs not the case. The door doesnât have a slot, so the guard has to open it to deliver her food unless they plan for her to starve. FoodâŚher stomach growls, reminding her that she still hasnât eaten. Maybe she shouldâŚno better not. They could slip something in the food too. Better to wait to see what these people want with her first.Â
With her next course of action decided, Eloise gets up and hobbles over to the metal door. She knocks on it a few times, ensuring itâs hard enough for anyone nearby to hear her.Â
âHello?! I have some questions! Can I please speak to somebody?! Hello?!â
âYes, Ms. Briggs?â A man a few inches taller than herself answers the door. He smiles down at her, which reaches his brown eyes. He runs a hand through his thinning brown hair and tugs at the jacket of the black suit heâs wearing. She spots an embroidery with an eagle emblem over the letters S.H.I.E.L.D.Â
âWho?â Eloise looks at him in confusion. Sheâs never heard that last name in her entire life.Â
âAh, right. Sorry, you still havenât had your debriefing. What can I help you with, Eloise?âÂ
That only confuses Eloise even more; debriefing? Like, someone is going to take off her clothes? Her eyes widen, and she steps back, ready to defend herself. The man looks at her in surprise and takes a step back, giving her a tentative smile.Â
âWhere am I? Whatâs going on? Who are you, and where are my kids?â Eloise demands, her fists tightening at her sides.Â
âMy name is Agent Coulson. Youâre in an S.H.I.EL.D safe house to recuperate and learn your next steps to becoming a functioning member of society. There are just a few more people ahead of you before Agent Sitwell discusses your case with you.âÂ
âYou didnât answer my question about my kids.â Eloiseâs eyes narrow at him. Sheâs never heard of Shield and has no idea what he means about rejoining society. However, her focus isnât on those things; itâs her children and ensuring theyâre safe.Â
âThe children you were overseeing are no longer your responsibility. Theyâre being taken care of.â Agent Coulson grabs the door as if to close it.Â
Eloise quickly holds the door before he can, âwhat do you mean being taken care of?! Let me see them. I need to make sure theyâre okay.âÂ
âIâm sorry, maâam, but I cannot do that. You no longer have to worry about them. Thatâs all I can tell you.â Coulson tries to reason with her, but Eloise gets more agitated the more sheâs denied.Â
She tries to pull the door open more, but the Agent is stronger than he looks and keeps the door barely open.Â
âLet me out! Let me see my children right now! Damn it!â Eloise growls and pulls with all her might, her leg throbbing from her muscles tightening up.Â
âSomeone will be in to see you shortly. Please try and calm yourself before then. I understand you may have gained an emotional attachment, but it is for the better that you donât see the children again.â Agent Coulson shuts the door, and Eloise hears the click of the lock.Â
âNO! No damn it!â Bringing her fists back, Eloise pounds on the door with all her might. Tears prick her eyes, and her breathing becomes shallow as his words sink in. They wonât let her see them ever again! âNo! No! I donât accept this! Let me out! Let me see my children!â She sobs as she pounds on the metal, bruising her hands.Â
She backs up, aiming her shoulder at the door she charges, putting all her strength into it. Eloise cries out in pain as her shoulder and injured leg hit the metal. She falls to the floor cradling her injuries for a moment.Â
Agent Coulson sighs, hearing the distressed omega on the other side of the door. He will admit theyâve never had one have such a bad reaction to learning that the children in their care are no longer their worry. Most of them celebrate their freedom. The omega bangs on the door again, pleading to be let out and to see the children she watched over. He knows giving her another dose of the tranquilizer wouldnât be a good idea, but he also doesnât want her to beat herself to hell while they wait for Agent Sitwell.Â
An idea comes to mind on how to calm her, and he figures he may as well give it a shot. Fury isnât going to be happy with his decision, though. He taps his comm, âcan someone please send Agent Levinson to room 626, please?âÂ
Ariâs breaths come in short pants. His muscles flex underneath the tight gray shirt heâs wearing as he does push-ups on the floor of the room designated to him in the Sheild safe house.Â
With each breath he takes and every force of his muscles, he tries to push further back the one omega that entrapped him with her scent. The overly sweet mixture of peony flowers and honey. The mix made him feral and dangerous. She keeps resurfacing despite trying to shove her in the back of his mind. Like a song that keeps replaying in your head no matter how much other music you listen to. Ari pushes himself harder, trying to think of other people, places, and anything else.Â
The beach. My beach house. Sammy. The mission. Finding her. Peonies and honey. Wait-Â
âFuck,â Ari growls as his cock swells in his shorts. Itâs like heâs a horny teenager thinking about a crush. Itâs annoying as hell. He sits back on his haunches, wiping the sweat from his brow. The omega hasnât left his mind since he saved her, and itâs scaring the shit out of him.Â
Ari shouldnât be reacting to her like he is. He stands and grabs his water bottle, downing the contents. Ari remembers the last time an entrapped omega him as she did, which didnât end well. Heâs not planning for a repeat of last time. He has to stay away from her and hope the effects of her scent wear off on him.Â
Ari sits on his bed and runs his fingers through his neck-length hair. So far, heâs been able to work his body through most of the cravings. Once they landed at the safe house, S.H.I.E.L.Dâs medical staff grabbed her to remove her tracker and do a general health check-up. Ari was led off the jet in cuffs and a muzzle. All of his team yelled at Sitwell about how unnecessary it was, but Ari knew they were treating him like any rouge alpha.Â
Only after a full psychological exam that took two hours was Ari deemed back in control, even though he already knew he was. Then they questioned him about what happened, what caused the snap, if it would happen again, and everything else Ari didnât know the answer to. After hearing the story, Fury decided that Ari would be suspended for two months. Once this set of girls is off to the rehabilitation facility, Ari has to go to his house and stay there for leave.Â
Ari agrees with the punishment. Itâs fair enough. Gives him some time to think over everything, and hopefully, by the end of the two weeks, she wonât be playing in his head like a broken record. A record that repeats the memory of her saccharine sent, the feel of her soft skin under his rough fingertips. He groans, rubbing his head, a slight headache building. Heâs unsure if itâs from his many workouts to control himself from running to find her or fighting his inner alpha about her.Â
His alpha howls at him to search, to make sure sheâs okay, and to soothe her when she wakes up somewhere unfamiliar. Itâs making his body yearn for her. He canât remember the last time heâs popped so many erections in three hours since heâs been back to his room. He wonât give in to the cravings, though. She should go through processing, leave the building, and never be around him again. His alpha may demand her as his new omega, but he refuses to do that to her.Â
Sheâs finally free, and heâs too fucked in the head to take a new omega.Â
Ariâs brooding is interrupted by a knock at the door. He doesnât move from his spot on the floor and instead shouts out.Â
âYeah?!âÂ
âAri, itâs Sam. Let me in.â Sammy calls back and rattles his locked doorknob.Â
Ari curses and stands, unlocking the door before heading to his bathroom. He can sense the confusion and concern coming in waves off Sammy. He already knows the questions coming his way and the apologies he has to make. Sammy follows Ari as he goes into the bathroom to run water over his face and neck.Â
âWhat the hell is going on with you, man? You really scared me back at that facility. I thought you were going to hurt someone. Are you okay?â Ari spots Sammy watching his reflection in the mirror with a frown on his face. He spots the bandage on Sammyâs head. He does his best to keep his demeanor calm and his mouth in a grim line.Â
âThe real question is if youâre okay.â Ari turns to him and looks him in the eyes, âIâm really sorry about what happened back there, Sam. I couldnât control myself. Did I do that?â He points to the bandage.Â
Sammy lightly runs his fingers over the gauze, âyeah, you did. But Iâm fine, and so is the girl, if youâre wondering. I can see you regret what happened. We all can. Going feral was out of your control, though, Ari.âÂ
âI know that. It doesnât make me feel any better. I donât know what it was about that omegaâs scent thatâs causingâcaused me to go feral. Not even Sarah did that to me.â Ari shakes his head and leans back against the porcelain sink.Â
âI think I know.â Sammy says carefully, gauging Ariâs reaction, âsheâs your singer.âÂ
âWhat? You mean, like my soulmate?â An incredulous laugh leaves Ariâs lips at the thought. Thereâs no way in hell sheâs his soulmate.Â
âYeah, I mean, it all adds up.â Sammy begins pacing a bit like he always does when thinking hard about something. âWhen an alpha meets their singer omega, it causes an intense flood of pheromones and hormones to flood both parties. Which, in turn, causes a feral-like reaction from the alpha to claim their mate, and if the omega wasnât unconscious, she might have had a breakthrough heat. However, the tranquilizers allowed her to bypass that part of the process. It explains your behavior and intense reaction, but your self-control must be extraordinary to not have claimed her.âÂ
âWait, slow down.â Ari places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving, âSammy, this sounds ridiculous. Sheâs not my singer, Iâve heard of those, and theyâre extremely rare.âÂ
âItâs the only explanation, Ari. Sheâs your chance to move on-âÂ
âNo!â The word immediately leaves Ariâs lips in a snarl, and he lets go of Sammy. He felt this was coming. Sammy was always trying to get him to leave Sarah behind. Using their teamâs connections to try and set him up on dates. It always pissed him off. The thought of Sammy using this girl, the one who caused him to lose control completely, nearly makes him see red.Â
âSheâs not my singer or omega, and I am not her alpha! I had my omega, and you know I refuse to take another!â Ari barks.Â
Sammy meets Ari head-on despite the anger and anguish rippling off the alpha. His gray-blue meeting Ariâs baby blue in a challenging stare. More often than not, Sammy isnât afraid to challenge Ari and stand up to him, knocking him down a peg when his Alpha genes take over. Itâs something Ari has always admired about him, but right now, itâs setting him on edge.Â
âAri, Sarah is dead-âÂ
âSam!â
âSheâs not coming back, and youâve been punishing yourself too long.â Samâs jaw sets, and the tension in the room skyrockets even further. Ari clenches his fists to keep from hauling off and punching the man in front of him. He doesnât care how right he is; all he knows is that Sammy needs to shut the fuck up.Â
âIâm not done with the mission,â Ari says, trying his best to keep the growl out of his voice. His inner alpha howls at him to put Sammy in his place and remind him of their designations, but he wonât do that to a concerned friend.Â
âThatâs the same excuse youâve told me for six years. Ari, if she is your singer-âÂ
âDamn it, Sammy! Sheâs not!â Ari snaps again, his chest puffing out as he tries to make himself bigger. He steps closer in an attempt to intimidate him again. Sammy has none of it, keeping his stare and his fists tightening.Â
âIF she is. Donât push her away. Give this a chance is all Iâm saying. Youâve beaten yourself for six years, trying to blame yourself for Sarahâs death. It wasnât your fault, and if this girl could help you move on. Then itâs worth a shot, isnât it?âÂ
âNo,â Ari says, his voice unwavering as he shoulders Sammy out of his way and returns to his room. He throws open his window in an attempt to get some fresh air. Hoping that itâll cool his head and the heat of anger swirling in him.Â
âWhy the hell not?!â Sammy scoffs, still following after him.Â
âMaybe because she just got her fucking life back!â Ari snaps at him, âshe just got saved from being controlled all her life by alphas. Iâm sure sheâll love hearing that another is ready to step up and suffocate her again!âÂ
âThatâs when you take it slow. Help her get through the program, let her have and understand her freedom. Get to know her and tell her about the tension between you two because Iâm positive she will have no idea. Then let her decide. Itâs not that hard, Ari. Iâm not telling you to claim her. Iâm telling you to keep her close and get to know her.âÂ
Ari goes silent at that. He knows what Sammy tells him isnât a horrible idea. But he canât trust himself. Ari canât hurt her like he hurt Sarah. He shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh.Â
âSammy, I canât go near her again. What if I go feral again, huh? I could bond with her and I doubt either of us want that. Or I could end up hurting someone like I hurt you.âÂ
âYou wonât. The initial finding process has passed. You should be able to control yourself with no problem. Her scent may just be stronger, and make you a bitâŚahâŚsexually frustrated since you havenât claimed her.âÂ
âIâm not seeing her again. And thatâs final.â Ari states.Â
âWell, thatâs too damn bad because theyâre requesting your presence in her room.âÂ
âWhat? Why?â Ariâs head snaps up at that. Why the hell would they need him? He thought for sure Fury would want to keep his ass far away from her after what happened.
âI donât know the specifics, just that sheâs completely freaking out and banging against her door. Theyâre worried sheâll hurt herself. They canât give her more tranquilizers because she still has the anesthesia from her tracking implant removal in her system.âÂ
âIf they need an alpha to calm her, why not send one of the other agents?â Ari demands despite the immediate disapproval of another alpha laying a hand on her, ringing through his head.Â
âEveryone knows what happened during the mission, and more than a few people have come to the same conclusion I did. Everyone knows sheâs your singer.â Sammy sighs.Â
âWell, itâs none of their fucking business,â Ari grumbles. For a secret agent facility, no one keeps any personal secrets around here. âWait, does that mean Steve-?âÂ
âYeah, your brother knows too. He wanted to come here before I did, but Fury pulled him away for debriefing.âÂ
âShit,â Ari huffs. Steve is the last person he wants to talk with about all this. The last thing he needs is his brother lecturing him about becoming their father. In fact, if Steve even mentions their father, heâll sock the fucker in the jaw. âWhat does her possibly being my singer have to do with me going up there?âÂ
âYouâll have the most immediate calming effect on her since she is your singer. Ari, if you are convinced sheâs not, then prove it to yourself. If your presence doesnât calm her, then sheâll have the same distress levels.âÂ
âIf thatâs true, how come she panicked when we saved her?â Ari questions him with narrowed eyes; heâs confident that proves sheâs not it.Â
âShe hurt you. An omega hurting an alpha already triggers a fear response in them. An omega hurting their singer? It makes the response ten times worse. It also seemed she focused intensely on protecting the little ones in her charge, which would alter her response to you. Upstairs it will be just you and her. Youâll get your best answer there.â Sammy smirks, knowing he has Ari beat. The man has two doctorates, one in medicine and the other in designation studies; he knows his shit.Â
Ari grunts and takes a moment to think. He knows Sammyâs right. He just hates that he is. She canât be his singer. It would fuck up too much. It just has to be some weird reaction he had to her scent. He can feel his alpha tugging again as if in agreement with Sammy. He knows he can keep that fucker in his chains now. Heâs going to be more prepared this time.Â
âFine.â Ari relents, and Sammy gives him a big victorious grin. âWipe that look off your face before I do it for yaâ Sammy. Iâm just doing it 'cause I hate the thought of the poor girl hurting herself in a panic.âÂ
âWhatever helps you sleep at night. Now get moving.â Sammy claps Ari on the back, pushing him towards the door.Â
Ari huffs and goes straight to the stairs. Despite his reluctance, his feet begin moving quickly up the six flights. Hoping he gets there before she hurts herself too severely.
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How I'm Looking At You, Part 1
Summary: You were long considered a spinster. Your family was desperate for money, and you were their only option. Sending you to work for a newcomer who was not part of the Amish community was risky, and it brought forth the gossip. Ari didn't seem to care what others thought about him, but he did care what they thought about you. Making your innocent crush and close proximity a bit more...harder. But can you convince him and yourself that the feelings are worth it? But what if it is just a crush? Do you even care anymore? Or are you ready to risk it all and leave the community?
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: Â gossip, questioning religious teachings, language, sexual tension, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.1K
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Ari takes a deep breath as he looks around. A whole lot of nothing. Land as far as the eye can see, neighbors werenât close. He is in over his head. It was a great deal, and it made sense at the time, but now that he has sweat dripping down his face, blisters on his fingers, and more sun on his neck that his mom would deem necessary he realizes this was just a dumb idea.
The outside of the homestead is one thing, but the inside is unkempt and a complete disaster. He didnât even know where to begin. Overwhelming didnât even seem a strong enough word to describe the mess he is in. It is getting lonely out here, and the farmhands he hired arenât helping much on the home or the kind of loneliness he feels. Life out here is different.
âI donât think youâre gonna make it,â Jacob, one of the more vocal boys that Ari hired. Ari didnât need anything that this life could bring him. In fact everyone here would probably shit themselves if they knew how much he is worth. Sometimes you just need an escape from the city life. âYou look like youâre gonna melt away.â
âIâm thinking,â Ari gruffs out. The outside is fine. It is looking great, and the only reason he is even out here helping is his doctor told him stress was going to kill him. How is this not stressful?
âWhatâre you thinking about?â
âWhat do you know about keeping a house?â The young man stares at Ari awkwardly before looking at the other two men confused. They shuffle around nervously, looking down at the tilled land, âDid I say something?â
âI donât think you understand the roles here,â Ari shrugs his shoulders, and the two boys that he couldnât be bothered to learn their name since they didnât talk to him before return back to their work.
âCare to enlighten me?â
âI donât think what Iâm suggesting will happen,â Ari squirts as he looks at the vastness of the land. Heâd take any suggestion at this point, or whatever he had to offer.
âI donât need suggestions, I asked to be enlightened.â
Jacob points to himself, but starts scratching his head after, âWe donât do housework. Thatâs for the women.â
âSo I should find a woman to hire for the house,â the other boys start to chuckle, but remain working. âI think I missed something.â
âIt wonât help,â Jacob shrugs his shoulders, as he grabs up his tool.
âWhy?â
âIf you think youâre going to get a married woman in a single English manâs home, youâre crazy. If you think youâre going to get an unmarried woman in a single English manâs home, youâre insane. Nobody would ever let their wife or their daughter in your home.â
Ari closes his eyes slowly. This way of life is confusing for him. He doesnât want to tie a woman up in his bed and have his way with her, well â no, he wants help for his home. âWhy wouldnât they?â
âHave you looked at yourself? Youâre like a man from the forbidden books. You bring out lustful thoughts in a woman. How are they to remain pure when thereâs an English man that embodies everything theyâre not supposed to have?â
âI donât know how to use my stove though,â Jacob shrugs his shoulders. He didnât see how any man would let a woman in his life ever be in Ariâs home. Especially not alone. âIf I were to try, where would one go look for a woman that is unwed and needs a job?â The other boys laugh again, but Jacob points out into the distance.
âThereâs only one person I can think of. A family that only had one daughter, no sons. TheyâreâŚwell, they could use some charity. Their farm is quite small,â Ari hears one of the boys whistle, and chooses to ignore them. âShe works at the general store.â
It isnât the most ideal place to look, but it is the only one for now. What is the worst they could say? No. âYou boys got this here?â All three give him a nod, there is so much nodding with everyone here, and he starts walking to his truck. He wasnât going to go the horse drawn carriage route with transportation. And this isnât a flashy truck. Old and rusty, and now he had a bit more hope of finding help for the inside of his farm. Maybe.
You can hear the giggles from the front of the general store. It was always about you, and they never tried to hide the way that they giggled and carried on about you. You werenât supposed to gossip, and yet they always did about you. You were told you were too old to wed, and you werenât a man and couldnât help your father on the farm. And you werenât the most demure because you spoke to everyone, and no matter what you did it was never right. And everyone wanted to point it out.
All you can bear to do is hold your head up high and try not to let the giggles and the random sound of your name off their sinning mouths to not affect you. Unfortunately it did every time, deep into your heart. You didnât have friends, except the people that come into your store, and it made you long for something besides loneliness.
You wished you would have taken off long ago, but your parents didnât deserve that. You had dreams of getting married young and having lots of little boys to help your father out. Had told your parents you could do the labor, but they felt you were better suited here. So hear you stay constantly hearing the drone of pious women being anything but that.
It is all politics and a game, and you quite frankly were sick of it. Sick of the constant need to be perfect as a human when it was literally impossible. So instead you pretend as if this is the life that you wanted. Living in a modern world, but acting as if youâre in the past. If anyone knew about your thoughts on wanting to break free, youâd be shunned, and you just couldnât afford that.
It isnât too often that you hear a rumble of an old Ford truck nearby, or the slamming of a door, or the fact that the giggling stops, and you see a gaggle of young women start to waddle away from the general store. And you canât help but think, good riddance. The fact that they wanted to linger here while they whispered and giggled about your life that didnât interfere with theirs is cruel. You always had to be the peak of perfection, while they were marking off the commandments like it was their job.
Booming footsteps isnât unusual. What is unusual is the man that walks through the general store door, and you have a combination of looking too long and needing to look away immediately. Your eyes dart to his face, and then the countertop. Studying him and the wood grain in equal amounts.
Noticing the sticky sheen on his skin, and the random droplets of sweat dragging down his neck. Noticing his hair damp with said sweat, and still looking so fluffy. He walks over to a cooler, and pulls out a bottle of soda. Doesnât bother to pay for it first, just pops the top, and leans his head back. His Adamâs apple moves with every gulp, and you know you look too long because his dark blue eyes shift towards you, and he winks.
Looking down at the counter, heat courses up your neck. Swirling around your ears, and your throat tightens. You need water. Even alcohol at this point. You had stolen a few sips before, and always heard it helps in situations such as these. Something is happening to your body that you just canât explain, and you canât even glance at him anymore.
âMaâam?â
âMhmm,â your response comes out whispered and pitiful, and youâre still unable to meet his gaze. A sudden urge to sit down, and let your body curl into itself pops up, and you need an exit. Air. Air would be really nice right now.
âI want to pay for the soda, but also a few more. My hired hands would like a treat,â why did the word hands sound so â delicious? Does that even make sense?
âSure,â your body goes on autopilot as you start to ring him up. Still not daring to look at him. Youâd crack, you just know it. You would be a puddle on the floor if you even tried. âAre you new?â How that sentence was even able to come out of your mouth is a mystery. Your throat is so dry and in need of rehydration immediately.
âYeah. I bought the old Yoder farm, right at the edge of the town,â of course he did. The most coveted of farms, and even that is a sin. Too big of a farm for a single man. Did he mean to convert? Or was it too good of a purchase to not make the investment?
âThatâs actually why Iâm here. Darling, you think you can look at me?â Oh. Hearing a name usually saved for your parents to use for you, sounds very different from his silky voice. Your eyes shift up to look at him, and heâs even more handsome close up. You shouldnât be worried about someoneâs appearance, but he also should have his buttons done up a bit more. Too much of his gloriously tanned rippling chest is showing. He is all man. And the butterflies that erupt in your stomach makes you recall the gossipersâ talk of you being alone forever.
Those girls would not fare well if the elders knew what they were doing. But seeing this man, and his beard wet with soda, and the heavy feeling in your unseen areas, makes you quickly ask the heavenâs for forgiveness. You didnât ask for that feeling though, it just happened. Your body is reacting to the way he looks and that close proximity to him.
âWhy are you here?â
âI have hired hands for the outside, but the home itself â well it has much left to be desired. I donât know what Iâm doing in an Amish home,â you nod your head, a giddy smirk tickling the edge of your mouth, and he returns the smile. Itâs a struggle to continue to look at him with how attractive you find him when he smiles. Heâs handsome. Very handsome, âYeah, I donât know how to keep an Amish home. So this is very different.â
âIâm not sure I understand,â you didnât. You didnât know at all what he was referring to. English people can be so tricky with their words. No need in trying to sway a thought, just be blatantly honest about what you need.
âWell, I hired some boys to take care of the outside. I was needing to hire a woman for the home,â oh. Your sight goes back to the counter, and you shake your head no. âI didnât even proposition you.â
âSir, I donât know if you are aware of our culture, but that would be â no woman should be alone with you,â it is true. It wouldnât matter if she was married or not, it would be highly frowned upon. He didnât know what he was asking. But even you being here in this general store, alone with him would be frowned upon. You wondered. âBut some of our men are a bit more relaxed than others.â
âIs your husband?â
âIâm not married.â
âSo could I hire you? Iâd pay double of whatever youâre making here,â tempting. Sinful. And you want it. You wouldnât have to listen to the gossip of those girls. Gossip would happen, you know it would. But you wouldnât have to hear it. That sounds lovely. And you could become a âfulfilled Amish womanâ because you were keeping up a household. You wouldnât be a complete failure.
âYouâd have to ask my father for permission.â
âAre you not grown?â
Now itâs time for your overly sweet smile. If only he knew how there is a huge part of you that is ready to run away from this life. You are grown, and the fact you are telling another grown human that he had to ask your father for permission is obnoxious. âYou truly donât understand. I will need his permission to be alone in a manâs home. Appeal to his better nature. But yes, I would very much like to be out of here.â
And you want to be around him more. Like a rope that had wrapped around you and was going to jerk you into his thick broad chest. You would very much like that. Maybe a bit too much. You shouldnât desire and lust after this man, but he is not grown like the boys here.
âSo if I talk to your father, and he agreesâŚâ
âWhatâs your name?â
âAri Levinson,â my goodness. You need to repent for your bodyâs misbehavior. But for right now youâre trying not to melt away.
âYes, Mr. Levinson. I would like to keep your house up.â
âSo hereâs the kitchen,â you smile kindly as you take everything in. The house is just a bit more grand than most in the area. The land is plentiful. The Yodersâ were a bit more modern, which is why they didnât do well in this more traditional area.
âAnd, I really donât need to explain this all to you, do I?â
âNot particularly,â you answer. Your eyes take in everything. Almost envisioning what a real English home would look like. Peeking into the sitting room, and going back to his really tall and thick stature. Having to look quickly away from him because he is staring too intently at you.
âWhat time are you wanting me to start working? Are you desiring breakfast?â That was an odd choice of words that youâre using. Desire is something you have been feeling lately, and you donât fully understand the feelings. Or whatever is happening to your body, you just know that you enjoy looking at him. âOr lunch? Or dinner?â
âAll three would be appreciative, but not a requirement,â you give him a head nod, starting to open up cabinets. You cringe. This isnât how you were taught, but you canât help it. He was in dire need of assistance, you see. âI apologize, Darling. Maybe I can give you some money, and you furnish the kitchen properly?â
âI would need to.â
âYou do whatever you need, Darling. You just tell me what you need me to do,â he keeps using that name with you. You never feel this way when your parents call you that. This weird knot in your stomach that twists and twists, and your breathing isnât normal. Youâre just standing here staring at this man, and that is all.
âIs everything okay? Did I say something? Iâm not good at this?â
âNo, the umâŚIâd need to go into town,â shuffling your feet around you try to look at him, and try to ignore the burning in your throat, and between your thighs? What even is this?
âOkay,â thatâs all he has to say. And you canât end it there for several reasons. One of which is because you donât want him to go. âDarling, youâre going to have to talk to me. I can tell thereâs something you need.â
âTown is a few miles away,â he nods. Still not understanding what youâre needing. Did you even understand? âAnd you need a lot,â he blinks owlishly at you, and you try to swallow a completely dry mouth, âI donât have a way to get there and bring everything back.â
âOh, of course. Iâm sorry, Darling,â that name again. You almost want to start counting how many times he uses it a day. His hand touches your shoulder as he steps past you to grab his keys, and you inadvertently bite your lip. âCan you ride in the truck? Is that allowed? Do I have to get a horse and buggy?â
âA truck is fine,â your voice is so breathless as you follow him towards the outside. Ready to head towards town, and hopefully to get everything you would need.
âIâve got to tell the boys Iâll be leaving. You go on, and get in the truck,â walking outside with your eyes focused downward, you walk towards his truck. Trying not to look at the boys from the church, but they are most definitely looking at you.
Staring so intently they donât notice Ari walking right up to them, and Jacob looks too long for Ariâs comfort, âWhatâs she doing here?â
âI took your advice. Sheâll be keeping the house up.â
âLike a wife?â Jacob removes his hat, continuing to stare at you casually getting in his truck. Your eyes are still downcast, and your unmoving face still looking straight ahead and not at the boys. âSo her parents agreed to this, and sheâs just getting in your car.â
âI just met her and youâre talking about wives. No, Iâm taking her to town to get the things sheâll need here. You boys continue to do the work, and Iâll return,â he nods to each of them, and they all gawk as he walks towards the truck, and you give them one solid glance, and they return to their work. Not making it too obvious that they are looking at you.
Opening the truck door, you watch as his thick body hops in. Looking at his legs, and how thick they look sitting down, and you weave your fingers together. Looking down at your own lap when Ari looks towards you, âYou seem uncomfortable.â
âThey are watching us, Mr. Levinson.â
âShould you not be in the truck with me? And please, call me Ari.â
âYouâll find out soon enough that for a community that teaches against gossiping, they will truly gossip. Carry on,â getting out of the sight of the farm, you feel comfortable enough to sit up. The gossip will always happen, you just learned to accept that. Continuing to glance at him, and you canât stop. Itâs unexplainable, but you arenât the only one.
His dark blue orbs find a way to look towards you, and even smirks, âDo you only ever wear the dress and bonnet?â
âJust when Iâm awake. Why?â
âIs it comfortable?â Not really. But it could be worse.
âItâs not uncomfortable,â you canât truly be honest. So you feel.
âI see. But you donât particularly enjoy it,â at least he understood what you meant. âSo the women here, theyâre job is to learn to keep a house, and then you marry off and do just that?â
âYes,â it makes it sound so simple, and you almost want to curse what a quaint life you live. You werenât given the opportunity to have dreams or want more. The dream was to marry, have kids, have your own home. You even wonder if your desires to marry was because you were told thatâs what you did.
âHmm,â he contemplates, paying attention to the road even though heâs more interested in your thoughts on this topic. You didnât seem to have the same goals as the other people here.
âItâs not a horrible life.â
âI guess not.â
âIt has its perks,â you argue. âItâs beautiful out here. We have the ability to ignore the noise that everyone else surrounds themselves in. I might not have the luxury of having my own dreams, but being a wife and mother, and keeping a house up is an honorable life,â it was, if not boring in ways. You never had the chance to explore something more.
âI didnât say it wasnât. But youâre not married. Is there a reason?â You turn to look at him. Actually, look. Had there been a man in the community that looked like him, you might have considered it. This is just silly because now youâre being someone who judges another based on looks. âYou donât have to answer.â
âMy father isnât like most,â you have a good father. Older than most of the ones who had children your age. âI think a part of him didnât want to see me unhappy. I had a few interested for my hand in marriage, but I didnât want them, and he didnât make me Mary them.â
âWhy didnât you want them?â
âItâs easy for men here to get away with their indiscretions. And I donât want to marry out of duty, or have to bear children with a man I canât stand to look at. Thatâs what they all want. Just a wife and her to birth his last name.â
âYou mean sex. Itâs what most men want.â
âSex?â You look at him confused, shaking your head, âNo, I mean children. Extending your legacy,â Ari chuckles, giving you a devious smile, and your chest constricts. âWhat?â
âDo you know what sex is?â
âIâŚI assure you that weâve been talking too much,â you gulp, wishing that you could arrive in town faster. You arenât sure what heâs talking about, but you are sure that you feel like youâre going to combust. There is a thickness in the cab that you canât explain. A fiery pain that settles below your stomach, andâŚother places.
âSo you donât?â
âAri, is this an appropriate conversation?â
âIâm assuming that itâs not, judging by your reaction, but I am now curious. Do you know how bearing children comes to happen?â
âI live on a farm, Iâm well aware of how breeding works,â he snorts, and you turn to face him quickly, âWhat is so funny?â
âThat youâre referring to it as breeding. I suppose thatâs true, but with humans it can be so much more.â
âWhat does that mean?â The truck drifts to the side of the dirt road, and your thumbs twiddle nervously. The air becomes even thicker when he leans in closer to you. âAri?â
âIâll take it easy on you this time,â what does that even mean? Putting the truck into park, he faces you. âHas anyone, man or woman just made everything in your belly float around? Like thereâs this weirdness inside of you, pricking your skin whenever theyâre around, and your throat dries up, and you canât talk, andâŚâ
âYour belly feels empty like you need something to fill something inside of you,â Ari clears his throat, looking down at your lap, watching as your thighs twitch around.
âYes. Exactly like you need to be filled with something.â
âI feel â have felt that way,â you agree, trying not to let him know that it is in fact him making you feel that way. âBut it doesnât always seem pleasant when the animals mate.â
âI assure you if a man knows what heâs doing it can be very pleasurable to you,â a noise you have never heard before squeaks out of your mouth, and you look down at your lap again. Heat didnât even describe what you are feeling. A roaring fire or volcano getting ready to erupt, and the need to go to the bathroom to clean yourself is more accurate. What is going on with your body?
âIf he knows what heâs doing he can take you to another plane of existence,â Ari has been in this odd town for a few weeks, and not so much as glanced at a woman since. Judging by your reaction you are understanding exactly what he is talking about. He adjusts his pants, turning back to look straight ahead. He is also getting uncomfortable, but not because of you. His uncomfort is himself. Hopefully for the same reasons you appear to wiggle around too much.
âThe way he could make you feel without ever â entering your body. It's a pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Learning another personâs body can be fun. It can be paradise.â
âShould we be having this conversation?â
âProbably not. So maybe we keep it to ourselves, and Iâll buy you something besides that dress to wear?â The ideas he has mulling in his mind of what he could put you in, heâs downright ashamed of.
âI could only wear them inside your house.â
âI was only wanting you to wear them for me anyways, Darling,â fuck. Heâs fucking fucked. A quick flash of you submissively getting to your knees as he paints your lips with precum comes to his mind. Your mouth slowly opens as you innocently let his cock breach your lips. Looking so pretty as you stare up at him. Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
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did you hold off wanting to watch dj because of Andy? I feel like we need a comprehensive lore recap on the genesis of the Andy hate đ
Nooo I donât want to watch DJ bc itâs just not my type of show at all and I already have a bad attention span and I know Iâd get bored! I havenât seen most of Chrisâ movies tbh. Like I havenât even seen Red Sea Diving Resort đđ
The lore of my Andy Hate is so old now that I barely remember it. I think at first I thought it would be funny if I hated on Andy but tbh he always seemed off to me and I hated how when I was looking for dark Steve Rogers fanfic, ANDY would always come up đ and I didnât like the name Andy either so yeah! But then after joking about not liking him on my blog, I kinda persuaded myself that I actually donât like him đ and then I kept finding valid reasons to not like him for example he looks like Ben Affleck! Thereâs also this clip of him yelling at Jacob and he sounded cold and mean and so non daddy which I hate! Heâs also like the opposite of Ari who is perfect! So yeah thatâs why I hate him the end!
#and then my anons and other blogs started sending me messages feeding in on the Andy hate#and it was just funny lmao#anon
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