#soft! Ari Levinson

[bigtreefest]

Whatever You Need

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: You want nothing more than couch cuddles with Ari after a long day

Word count: 1,628

Content/warnings: non-sexual nudity, sad vibes but it gets better, comfort, fluff, Ari being so sweet and understanding, soft glances, minimal dialogue

A/N: Literally after two days at my big girl job, I feel dead. This is what I wish I had. Dedicated to all my besties out there who relate.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You walked through the door Friday evening after what felt like the longest day ever. It wasn’t even a particularly hard day, but you just felt like it was dragging on and on and on, unending, which led to suffering.

You threw your keys unceremoniously on top of your bag, which you had let slip off your shoulder and drop onto the floor, too tired to move with grace. Your shoes had been toed off and kicked any which way, askew in the hall and nowhere near their usual spot.

Without even looking at Ari, you went straight for the bathroom to freshen up and wash your face, clearing the film of the long day away. The small reprieve was hardly a match for the way your feet were swollen from the long time on them, or how your hamstrings ached from the periods of sitting on a chair that seemed to be designed by satan himself in between.

Nothing all day had been comfortable, and at this point, that was all you wanted: comfort. Moving from the bathroom into the bedroom, you stripped each piece of clothing off, leaving them strewn in a path to the dresser where you tried to find something to wear that wouldn’t make you want to try to wiggle and writhe your way out of existence. Something actually comfortable, and soft, and not scratchy, and not tight. As you searched through the drawers, it felt like every single article of clothing you owned was ready to start a fight right now.

At this point, the potential of feeling fresh and clean began to seem elusive, so you dragged your feet over to the hamper, plucking out the oversized sleep shirt from the night before that was still laying on top. You were pleasantly surprised when you gave it a sniff to find it still decent, smelling like your sheets, with a small remnant of Ari from the way you clung to him in bed.

You slipped it over your head, a small glimmer of contentment seeping into you body, along with a fresh pair of undies and socks.

Ari hardly heard you shuffle into the house over the sizzling of the skillet in front of him. Usually, he’d be inclined to treat you to going out on a Friday night, but from your uncharacteristically short texts when leaving work, he knew leaving the house once you got home wasn’t in the cards. He didn’t mind making dinner at all, then, so it would be just about ready as you got home. All he wanted to do was care for you, cater to you on days like this.

As you walked through the door, he turned away from the stove, watching you walk in and drop your things, not even sparing him a glance as you made your way down the hall. He only turned back around to quickly switch off the burner as he waited for you, hips perched against the island and arms crossed, hoping you’d emerge soon. He knew sometimes you just needed time and space, so he would give you for now.

When he heard the soft padding of your socked feet move from bedroom and into the living room, his eyes continued to follow you. He watched you flop down onto the couch, still completely disregarding him. Seeing your legs fly up as your face smashed against the cushions was what he took as his signal to finally approach, very carefully.

Ari walked around the side of the couch, crouching down next to your sprawled form, your one arm and leg hanging off the side, while your face was nuzzled in the crack between cushions. He figured you could hear his steps towards you, but just in case, he took a deep breath and gently placed a large hand on your back as to make you aware of his presence in a non-startling manner. He began rubbing slow, warm circles against your back, over your shirt until you finally tore your head from its hideout and faced him, immediately dropping it back down.

You could see the soft smile on his face that you assumed was an attempt to conceal the worry underneath. His eyes lit up just slightly when they met your one that wasn’t smushed against the plush material.

“Hey, sugar. You okay?”

You lips had been shut from your silence since you’d left work, making you reluctant to unsettle the concealment, so you simply nodded, even though it was far from accurately conveying your true feelings. You watched as Ari’s brow furrowed, belief in your reaction almost nonexistent, but he didn’t verbally say anything, although his face said it all. The corner of his mouth turned up in a tight-lipped quirk, halfway to a grimace of concern. You watched as his deep blue eyes searched your face in contemplation of what to do next. He hated seeing you like this, and the solution to it depended on the day.

“You want dinner? Would that make you feel better? You need to eat?”

This time you actually shook your head, before lifting it once more and turning back to smush your nose flat against your face into the couch. You words came out from the corners of your mouth, slightly muffled but not enough that he couldn’t decipher them.

“No offense, because I’m sure it’s delicious, but I absolutely cannot stand the smell of the kitchen right now. Food is the last thing I want.”

He nodded, his thumb still slightly rubbing your shoulder, hoping the physical touch was doing something to soothe you. What was the next move of things you’d want when you got like this?

“Okay. I can pack it up. We don’t have to eat that. And especially not right now. You want a bath? I can get it started.”

Another shake of the head.

“No. Don’t wanna be wet. Don’t wanna move.”

Ari hummed in thought. You still hadn’t complained about his hand that was now rubbing up and down the expanse of your back.

“Okay, give me a second.”

You simply grunted in recognition, unmoving from your spot as he went to clean up the kitchen and return. You hadn’t even shifted, as he heard no movements besides his own in the quiet house. Ari returned to your side, but didn’t crouch this time.

“Alright, sugar. Turn over.”

He could see you slightly tilt your head towards him, your only visible eye squinting skeptically with a tilted brow, but you complied. Ari moved smoothly, but slowly along with you, lifting your arms up and over his shoulders, and tucking his own hands under the small of your back, trapping his arms against the couch. He moved his hips in between your legs and snuggled in on top of you, placing his ear against your sternum. His head bounced slightly with your scoff of amusement. Good, that meant this was working.

Your arms moved from his shoulders, one going up and the other sliding down until you were petting over his silky hair and scratching his back. It was more of a self-soothing practice than for his enjoyment, although he’d never complain about the feeling of your fingertips roaming over him.

You could feel the rumble of Ari’s chest against your lower stomach as he spoke up again.

“Is this better?”

You just nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see the reaction, but hopefully he could feel the slight movement that came with it.

Your roaming hands began pulling up his shirt, dipping underneath and caressing the the broad, muscular expanse, needing to feel his skin against yours more than you realized. He didn’t judge you though, instantly raising himself so you could pull the fabric the rest of the way off over his head. Sitting on his knees between your thighs, he looked at you again, eyes filled with softness.

“You want me to make you feel good?”

Your response was almost totally wordless again as you shook your head, before you sat up just enough so he could have room to help you remove your shirt, too, your body heavy with reluctance to peel away from the cushions. After he shimmied the soft material over your head, you put your arms under his, pulling him up your body and closer to you. You broke your silence once again, your voice hardly projecting from your throat in a rasp.

“No. Not like how you’re thinking.”

You pulled him down more to settle against you again. This time, his head was tucked into your neck, beard scratching slightly in contrast to the way the soft, bare skin of your torsos was pressed together.

Your hands slid down his back, until they met two plump butt cheeks you were delighted to squeeze. You held them for a second before contentedly drumming in a rhythm only you knew. Ari huffed a laugh, the breeze moving against your hair.

“I don’t think anything could make me feel better than this, right here.”

Your hands traced upward again, one between his shoulder blades, the other scratching his scalp, rewarding you with deep rumbles and soft groans in your ear. It’s not like Ari had anything else planned for tonight, but even if he did, he’d be more than happy to cuddle on top of you with his head tucked in your neck if that’s what you needed.

As he continued to make the delicious moans of satisfaction, a smile finally started creeping onto your face. Feeling him relax in your hold caused you to do the same.

As your eyes finally started fluttering shut from the comfort, no longer blankly staring at the ceiling, you sighed in relief, almost. “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Bonus A/N: Am I ready to start my first full week of my job? No. Will posting this make me feel better? If you comment, then yeah, probs.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[navybrat817]

Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you. 

For a moment, you were at peace. 

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass. 

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you. 

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again. 

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement. 

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you. 

He was a kind soulmate in that regard. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

[onsunnyside]

toxic!bf ari will push you to the edge and more and discourage you to safe word👀👀

damn I guess he really is a bad guy 😳:

Your endless bubblers of “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” go ignored, silenced by the lewd noises bouncing off the bedroom walls. The bed squeaks, your fancy silk robe lying forgotten on the hotel room floor.

He hoists you against his chest with an arm around your neck, his bulging bicep digging into your airway.

He told you he was busy and wouldn’t make it to your best friend’s wedding, so you came by yourself and arrived a day before the rehearsal dinner. You don’t know how he found out about your drunken night with the best man months ago.

“You can either fucking take it, or you aren’t going tomorrow.”

Your thighs tremble, nearly giving out, “B-But I’m the maid of honour—”

“Then you can take me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the safe word on the tip of your tongue and he knows that. He hooks another arm around your waist, tucking your ass snug against his hips. His cock slams into your spot, fuelling that aching, throbbing flame.

“Shh, you don’t wanna say it, baby. I know you don’t.”

Shame fills your chest because he’s right, you’d take anything he gave you, even if it hurt. Still, you shake your head and weep, “please, Ari, no more—”

“But look at you,” he turns your head to the mirror across the room, “look how good you’re taking me, baby. You don’t wanna stop.”

White speckles flicker in your blurry vision and your walls clench. You don’t catch the used condom on the wrinkled bedspread, pumped full and broken.

Poor baby. You were so fucked out, you didn’t even see him take it off.

“You know how pretty you’d look walking down the aisle? Fuck—I’m gonna come just thinking of it.” He presses balls deep and grinds filthily, desperate to knock you up and show everyone who you belong to, “you walking to me, not that fucking asshole. Were you gonna cheat on me? Fuck him in this bed?”

“N-No! I’d never!” You didn’t even know Ari then, how could he accuse you of such a thing?!

“Then prove it,” he rasps, licking the tears streaming down your cheek, “and let daddy come inside you.”

[veltana]

I'm in the mood for some hate-fucking. How you and your favorite babe started to hate each other, is up to you! (Please tell me!)

Nsfw under cut

The breath comes out of your chest with a huff as he pushes you up against the wall. He grips your face hard enough to bruise as he growl, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Make me, you fucking pig," you hiss back and are about to slap his stupid face for daring to touch you when he surges in and presses his mouth hard to yours.

It's not a nice soft kiss. It's teeth as much as it's lips and at first you're caught off guard but you quickly recover and try to bite him. When he pulls back you take the opportunity to slap him this time.

His head snaps to the side but when he slowly turns it back towards you, his eyes are filled with a different fire than usual. It burns right through your body, making your insides light up.

Then he's kissing you again and you start clawing at each other's clothes. Fabric rips as skin is revealed.

He hoists you up, your back scraping against hard wall, before he spits in his hand, using it to slick himself up.

The spit is unnecessary since you're already soaked, but you'll never admit that.

A moan is forced out of you when he slams inside. Not letting you get used to him he just starts fucking you at a ruthless pace.

You bite your lip hard to hide all the noises that threatens to come out from how good it feels. The two of you just stare at each other, never breaking eye contact.

"I like you better like this, quiet and full of my cock," he grunts as he pounds into you.

"This doesn't mean anything," you point out through cleanched teeth.

"Of course it doesn't, but if this is what it takes to shut you up, I might start liking having you around."

[imaginedreamwrite]

Since you seem really intrigued by the ceo/mob soft!dark!Ari sending his planned wife a wedding invitation to announce their relationship…

“The man is off the market,” a chipper entertainment news anchor had relayed the news with a falsified voice and a plastered smile, “the bachelor famous for running three successful corporations in Boston and New York City is engaged.”

“Exciting news for the infamous Ari Levinson-”

“That guy is gorgeous. Lucky bitch.” Jessa had scoffed with a roll of her eyes, spite and envy dripping from every word while she hastily wiped at the countertops.

Though the cheap vinyl surface wasn’t dirtied since the last time she had wiped them down, Jessa was trying to waste time until it was quitting time. It was a tactic, nothing more than a chance to stall after she’d finished all her side jobs and tasks.

“That guy is dangerous. He’s a monster,” you drew your eyebrows together and pursed your lips as the anchors continued to speak, “he’s the devil incarnate.”

���Still,” Jessa sighed airily and wantonly, “imagine a man like that, being so fucked out that your back is blown-”

“When speaking about the future Mrs. Levinson, Ari had nothing but praise and affection for his future wife, declaring her quiet, demure and beautiful.”

“Try not to miss me too much!” Jessa threw the cloth down in victory, her shift officially over and you left to finish off the night.

The urge to roll your eyes and curse after her was only prevented by the bell above the door chiming as a man wearing a four piece suit stepped inside. He seemed entirely too out of place in this dump, this hellhole suitable for a class he seemed to be out of.

“Y/N L/N?” The man approached you with a cautious glance at the cleaned counter, and then slowly sank onto the torn leather stool.

“Can I help you?” You questioned him, speculative and unsure of his intentions.

“Yes, Miss L/N.” he withdrew an envelope from his suit and slid it against the surface until the edges grazed your fingertips. “Congratulations on the wedding.”

Confusion abound, you ripped open the envelope to read what was given to you.

On the thick card stock etched in black cursive letters was the invitation to celebrate the nuptials of yourself, your full legal name ensconced, and the devil you’d just been speaking of.

“This is a mistake, some sick joke-” the door chimed again, another three men stepping into the cafe.

“-Mr. Levinson is waiting for you. The bridal suite is nearly finished being decorated.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Underneath the City Lights Masterlist

When your father dies, and the Dirty Martini is ran by your brother, all hell breaks lose.  And the one person who knows the secret to the newest mafia family in town is you.  Forced to perform, and bought by August Walker.  Who knew it was going to take an old family friend to save you?  Hiding you away from the families is where the two of you start to fall....

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this fic will have dark themes. There will be moments of taking away the reader’s agency, assault, misogyny, corruption and much more. Minors DNI.

[bigtreefest]

who do you picture welcoming you home with a big comforting casserole? 🥺 not lloyd probably but maybe he was a good ol midwestern boy before he went full psycho

Brandy bean! Thank you for this ask! I love fantasizing about a domestic life that I won’t see for a long time😅

I also love the thought of Lloyd being a midwestern boy who absolutely had to get outta there, bc same, bestie. I wanna go back near a cost with my northeastern-accented kinfolk, ya feel me? Yeah, Lloyd would.

Anyway, back to casseroles. I think a few different babes would cook casseroles for different reasons.

Ransom: When you first got together, you insisted there were several life skills he needed to develop for himself: washing laundry, changing a tire, and most importantly, cooking. It didn’t have to be anything fancy, just survivable and edible. When he found out that you could make a decent meal just by dumping a bunch of things in a dish and setting them in the oven for nearly an hour to forget while they cooked, this was essentially the only option for him. Why put in all the extra effort to make separate entrees and side dishes when this minimal effort creates something almost as good?🤷🏻‍♂️<- peep blue sweater Ran

Steve: he not only views food as sustenance, but as a vessel for memories and moods. He knows how cozy a warm meal can be, especially on a rainy or rough day. It might not be the healthiest, but it requires such little brain power to both make and consume, that it’s perfect. The two of you can sit on a couch with your bowls, sitting close wearing sweats, and just put most of your focus on each other. 🥰

Jake: His mom sent him a recipe on Facebook, thinking it was weird and ridiculous, but Jake actually thought it looked really good. He loves trying new things in the kitchen when he has the time. And for some reason, that flavor combination really caught his interest, so that’ll be your surprise dinner tonight.

Andy: He literally doesn’t know how to do much else cooking-wise besides grilling a steak, so this is the comfort zone where he thrives. One. Singular. Casserole. “Because it’s good. What else could you want?” Like, yes, nice gesture, but like, you definitely get a little sick of it, leading the two of you getting cooking classes (95% for his sake)

Ari: I…don’t think he’ll want to make a casserole. You need comfort food? He’s got either a nice meal done, or he’s ordering in. Whatever you want, not casserole dish slop (he insists that statement isn’t meant to be rude). Perhaps if you really want it, he’ll heat up the casserole in the freezer that your mom left behind the last time you visited.

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 9

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of a dead body

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed against his chest, clinging to the bloodied up uniform, “Ari, I’m so sor-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ari sighed, kissing Viv’s temple as he smoothed her hair down in an attempt to comfort her, “it’s okay baby.  None of this was our fault.  You hear me?  None of this is your fault.  You didn’t know this was going to go down.”

“I’m the monster,” she sobbed as she shook her head, “I-I was sleeping with Lee because he was treating the inmates better…wh-when I did, he would be more lax with everyone.  I-I didn’t walk away when I started seeing Jake and Ransom…and then when he-“

“You’re not the monster, baby,” Ari sighed again, holding onto Viv, “you were doing what you did because he was an asshole to us.  He’s the real monster.  He had you by the leash and was dragging you around with him.  None of this is your fault, baby!”

“But I-“

“You’re an amazing, loving woman, Viv…and you found people you care about who just happen to be in a prison,” Ari reminded her gently as he held her face in his hands, “there’s nothing wrong with that.  There’s nothing wrong with that, or you.  We’re just in a fucked up situation, baby.”

“I’m your CO, Ari…there is-“

“So, is it wrong to love someone like Ransom?” he asked, pushing her limits, “you always tell me and him that you believed in his innocence from the first day you saw him.  He was traveling down a dark road and you kept him away from becoming a monster in here.  You saw past the cocky asshole that he pretends to be, Viv.  You saw the real him.  The loving, passionate brat that he is.  Monsters don’t do that!  They don’t see the good in others.  They only bring others down, baby.  That’s not you.  You make us better!”

“SIT DOWN, INMATE!”

Ransom’s head snapped in the direction of another one of the CO’s, “eat shit, Magda!”

“What did you say to me, inmate Drysdale?”

“You heard me!” he growled, storming off towards his cell.  He knew that the guard must have been following him, but he didn’t dare turn around.  Part of himself had expected to be struck from behind by the guard, but the blow never came.  When he reached his cell, he was surprised to see Jake on his tablet, “why the hell aren’t you out in the dayroom, Jensen?”

“I-I-“

“Fuck off!” he growled, rolling into his bunk and glaring at the bunk above it. 

A sharp tap on the wall brought both men’s attention towards the door.  Ransom smirked, seeing that it was the female CO, “Hey sweet cheeks…looking to get a taste of some of the finer cock in this joint?  We could kick Jensen here out, and I could show you what a real man is…hell, we could let Jensen stay and film it on his tablet.  Give him something for his spank bank.”

“RANSOM!” Jake gasped, eyes wide at his cell mate.

“Inmate Jensen…take a walk so I can talk to your bunkmate, before Magda comes in and crushes his windpipe with his baton.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

And like that, Jake was off his bunk and out of the cell.  Ransom’s jaw ticked as he shot her a look.  He didn’t appreciate the fact that she didn’t have a response towards him.  He wanted to be the focus of the room and here she was just brushing his comments off.

“Magda deserves that…he treats everyone in here like trash.”

“Because most of the guys out there are!” she said pointedly.  Ransom’s jaw twitched yet again, and he shot her a look, “you’re mad your mom didn’t show up for visitation today, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on whoever you feel like, inmate.”

Ransom scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Linda can eat shit!  I don’t care about the fact that she didn’t come around.  She’s doing what’s best for her and our ‘family name,’ leaving me to rot in a cell because she’s a heartless bitch.”

“You know, working as a CO you get a real taste of what some of these guys are like-“

“Good for you!” Ransom growled, “you saying you wanna taste me?”

“You’re not a killer, Drysdale…I can spot it a mile away…and you’re not it,” she said quickly in response, brushing off yet another forward comment, “you’re scared, Drysdale.  You’re not a killer, so stop hiding behind the crude remarks.

He gave her an angry look, “if you can spot it a mile away and seem so sure, why the hell am I charged with it then?”

“Because people are stupid…especially underpaid and overworked detectives who just want their closed cases numbers to stay high,” He was unable to stop the chuckle that left his lips.  Viv smiled in response, “I’m Viv…”

“Eat shit, Viv…”

“I’ll let that one slide, Drysdale,” she said with a smirk.  She took a few steps back until she was back at the door to his cell, “but I saw you peeping through there…from behind your little walls…I can see what’s behind all those guards you put up, Ransom.”

“Baby…” Ari tried, attempting to break her from her thoughts, “baby…can you hear me?  You’re not a monster.”

“She doesn’t fucking believe me…” Ransom sighed in disbelief as he watched his mother leave the visitor’s room, “I can’t believe it…she-she thinks I really did it.”

“Hugh…”

“Leave me alone, Viv…” he grumbled, not daring to look back to the corner of the room where she’d been standing the entire visit, “I-I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Maybe we should,” she offered gently.  Ransom jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder, “that was kind of tough…what just happened.  It wasn’t something that-”

“You don’t know what just happened, Viv!” he hissed, shaking her arm off of his shoulder, “she was right.  I’m garbage…I-I killed Harlan.”

“You loved your grandfather, Hugh…you and I both know that,” she tried, sitting down in front of him, “I can’t even begin to count the number of times you’ve told me stories about you and your grandfather.  I know that you didn’t kill him.”

“Jesus Viv…you don’t fucking know everything.”

“No…but I know that you’re not a killer, Hugh…you never will be…because despite you acting like a prick, you’re one of the most thoughtful men I know!” she said firmly, pulling his face towards her own. 

“Viv…”

“Hey…you’re not a killer,” she sighed gently, her lips ghosting over his, “don’t let her make you think that you are.”

“I just-I don’t know what to think anymore,” he admitted, “everything feels so…”

“Beyond your control?”

He nodded, his lips grazing hers once again, “I-I want to kiss you right now…can-can I kiss you Viv?”

“Is that what you need?” she asked.

He nodded, and she pressed their lips together.  Ransom gasped, and melted against her kiss, allowing himself to feel vulnerable with her.  He knew that he had been trying to push her away, but it was obvious that she saw right through it and pulled him even closer. 

“Wh-why are you so good to me?” he asked gently as she pulled away from him.  She rested her head against his and sighed.

“You’re a good man, Hugh…I won’t let you regress into something you’re not…”

“I-I love you!” he whispered.

“I love you too, Hugh.”

“That’s just the type of woman you are, Viv!” he pointed out, breaking her from her thoughts, “you’re always there.  Always showing us that it’s okay to be vulnerable.  You’re always seeing past what the others have said that we were.  Everyone thought that I was a monster because I’m quiet.  Everyone treated me like I was because of it.  But you saw me for the man that I am.  You did that, Viv.  Monsters don’t do that.”

“Ari…” she sniffled, the tears streaking down her cheeks as she looked at one of the men that she loved, “i-“

“Don’t discredit it…please…” he begged her, “don’t say that you’re not this amazing soul…because you are!”

“Ari…we-we need to find Hugh…” she said desperately, “I-I need to know that both of you are safe.”

Ari nodded, helping her up, “he’s fine baby…he-he’s hunkered down in the shower room.  Just like the plan said…we’re going to wait out the riot there…”

She nodded and got up, but as they reached the door, she turned to look at the warden’s form, “Ari…wh-what about Lee?”

“We don’t have to worry about him baby…we won’t ever have to worry about him coming after the three of us again.”

Chapter 10

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10

[navybrat817]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.

When the Clock Strikes

Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.

And naked.

What the hell?

You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

I didn’t have that much to drink.

Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.

Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.

They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.

Oh, my god.

You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.

Why can’t I move?

Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.

He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-

“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”

You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?

“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”

He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.

“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”

You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”

You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.

I belong to you, Ari.

Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream.

“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.

11:59pm

“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.

Midnight.

The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.

Just a dream.

That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.

Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

[oh-my-damn]

Hey, I wonder if I could request a little drabble for Diplomatic Negotiations? Only if you're up for it, of course❣️

Let's say the reader is in the middle of or has just finished her exams. She's stressed and/ or worried that she failed. How does Ari help her to get rid of her worries😏😇

Hi honey!!

I'm so so sorry this is so late!!!!

I hope you didn't give up on me 🥺

Here's a lil drabble inspired by my own life and how frustrating test exams are LMAO

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble under the cut

Warning: Soft and sweet, reader is frustrated and anxious, Ari is the perfect soothing bear!!!

"Ugh, I'll never get this! I don't understand how to solve this, I feel like such a fucking idiot!"

You cover your face in frustration, groaning at the practice test in front of you. It's late on a Sunday, and your exam is tomorrow morning. You've been trying to work on this all day, it was supposed to help you prepare for tomorrow, but all it's done is terrify you even more because you just don't get it.

You can feel the tears gathering in your waterline as you huff in frustration, almost whimpering your words out, "I'm going to fail this test. I can't do it."

Ari's heard enough.

He's been in the living room, working on grading some papers while he let you use his home office to study. He's listened to your frustrated grunts for the past hour, but when he hears you whimpering like a wounded animal, bringing yourself down, even, he's heard enough.

He gets up from the couch to go see you in the office, his heart breaking when he spots you quietly sniffling at the desk, your face covered by your hands.

"Sweetheart.. You doing alright?"

"No," you sob, shaking your head while you feel the tears hitting the palms of your hands, "I can't do it, I'm not smart enough."

"Hey, that's not true," Ari immediately replies, rushing over to kneel next to where you're sitting. He places his large hands on your knees, looking up at your covered face as he softly says, "You're the smartest person I know."

"That's not true!" You exclaim loudly, dropping your hands from your face to reveal your tear-streaked cheeks. You look down at him as the tears keep coming, "I can't do it, Ari, I don't understand!"

Ari shushes you gently, reaching up to catch your tears with his thumb, "Shh, relax honey, please take a breath for me. It's going to be okay, just breathe."

You take a deep breath, shakily at first until you find your footing to take a few more.

"That's better, there you go." Ari soothes, wiping the tears from your face with his warm hand, "I know it's stressful right now, baby, but it's going to be okay. You can do this, I know it. You're amazing."

You scoff, shaking your head as you roughly wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, "I am not, I can't even-"

"Hey," he interrupts, brows furrowing as he looks up at you from where he's kneeling on the floor, "Don't talk about my girl that way. I don't like it. You've been beating yourself up all day, how about we take a break, let you wind down a little, hm? It won't get any better when you're all pent up like this."

Your features soften a little at his proposition, but then you tense up when you glance over at the test once again, "But Ari, what if I can't-"

"Enough of that," he says, your brows raising in surprise at his curt tone, watching him when he stands up in front of you, "You're coming with me."

You yelp when he suddenly lifts you up, his strong arms wrapping around your middle, but you lean into him immediately, your face tucking into his neck while your legs wrap around his waist.

His large palm strokes up and down your back while the other is under your ass, holding you up as he walks the two of you to the living room.

"We need a distraction, I think. How about a movie? I'll even let you pick which one."

You nuzzle your face on his skin, your anxiety already washing away at the presence of his warmth and calming scent.

"Okay, in that case, let's watch a movie.."

Ari smiles at your mumbled words, carrying you over to the couch, "That's my girl."

[onsunnyside]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was shorter than I expected.”

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

He’s quiet for a moment, “I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Here is my collection of my Dark Fics of One-Shots & Drabbles of Ari Levinson

Warning: If you are under the age of 18 DO NOT READ. If you have triggers with non/dub con DO NOT READ. All fics will have their own individual warnings. Proceed with caution.

🖤-Dub/Noncon, 🔥- Smut, 💜- Fluff, 😈 - Dark Themes, 💔 - Heartbreak

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A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD. 

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[lilacevans]

alpha ari spanking reader for being bratty? i think after he’s done he makes her stay there w her panties pulled down below her ass and say ‘sorry daddy’ 😇😇🥰

omg he absolutely would. he can be a mean daddy

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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Fuck he’s so pretty 😍

CHRIS EVANS as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort.