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And I love you, darling

Pairing: Soft!dark Ari Levinson x Reader

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

Warnings: Soft!Dark Ari, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, Breeding kink, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: We reached the end. Official word count for this series: 57kish. Thank you so much for joining me in this crazy ride <33 until next time, my loves..

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This love is bad: End

You looked at yourself at the mirror. Your curls artfully falling on one side of your shoulder, your neck adorned with beautiful diamonds your grandmother passed down to you. You had just finished putting on your makeup. You ran your hand on the expanse of your gown. Your waist was highlighted on this dress, the skirt flowing freely. And the color…by heavens did you love the color. The blue hues were something you had never seen. When Ari invited you to a charity event for your third date, he claimed he was going to take care of your dress. And now looking at yourself in the mirror, you knew you weren’t wrong to trust him.

You must admit that you felt like a princess with this breathtaking dress. And with a smile, you twirled in front of the mirror. You thought you were alone, you really did. But when you opened your eyes, your soul nearly left your body when you found Bucky leaning against the wall, his muscular arms crossed in front of his strong chest. He wasn’t wearing his usual smirk- instead, he was genuinely smiling at you. You squinted your eyes playfully at him before offering him your own smile.

“A gentleman would compliment a lady, Bucky,” you informed him dryly.

You saw Bucky’s lips tipped up, shaking his head once before closing the distance between the two of you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

You chuckled as he bowed a little, offering you his manly hand as if asking you for a dance. He angled his head to the side when you comically took your time, before glaring at you. Finally, you put your dainty hand safely on his. You felt his strong hand wrapped around your waist as he led you to a slow dance. And when you complained that there was no music, he started humming Bad Romance of all the songs he could have chosen. You laughed heartily as he twirled your around dramatically. You turned to look at your handsome friend, someone you considered your own brother. From his dark hair, to his blue eyes, to the strong hands that could hurt anyone but chose to protect those he loved instead. You were so lucky to find someone like him in this life, to live in the same time as him, to grow up alongside him. You were feeling immense gratitude to the man who never not took your side since you were young, who courageously informed you when you were in the wrong, who took offense first when someone hurt you before you could even process the hurt, who supported and protected you when you decided to finally live for you.

And you knew, a friend such as him- nay, a brother like him was hard to find.

You looked up at his blue eyes, your hand in his, the other safely resting on his broad back. You offered him your sincerest smile, your emotions bleeding in your eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured, the words weighing all the things he did for you whether you asked for them or not. “I am so grateful that you exist.”

He was silent for a moment, before he nodded his head in acknowledgement. “You know I’d do anything for you, princess.”

“I know,” you started, smiling cheekily at him, “You’re the person I trust most in this world.”

You took a deep breath before you took a step inside the vast and elegant mansion of the billionaire hosting the event. It had been too long since you left this life, and yet, here you were. Funnily though, you didn’t feel like you no longer belonged. It was like yesterday when you last mingled with these people, last wore fancy clothes, and last put on too much makeup that you no longer recognized the person in the mirror. You wondered why you no longer felt like that despite wearing this expensive dress that you were sure cost more than what you earned in the bakery.

You had only taken two steps when you started feeling eyes on you. You should have expected this. After all, you were missing from the scene for years. Being one of the heiresses of a multimillion-dollar business, fiancé to the business mogul, Ari Levinson, and an altruistic person, and all of a sudden, you were back. But the eyes of the people, the stopping of their talks, their full attention on you suddenly started weighing more than you could handled that you started stepping back when you felt a strong hand on your exposed back. You glanced back, and there he was.

There was your Ari.

There was someone who was smiling at you, looking at you as if you were the anchor the kept him from going on the deep ends, as if you were love itself. And then all at once, nothing mattered. Not the hypercritical society, not the choices you made, not the fancy place- all that mattered now was the way he looked at you.

“Hi,” he breathed as he looked intently in your eyes. You looked up at him, truly looked at him. His black tuxedo fitted him well, his hair neatly combed back, his beard trimmed expertly. He looked so handsome, he looked so tall. But above all, he looked like yours.

“Hi,” you murmured, unconsciously leaning closer to him for strength. Ari lifted his hand to you, and with bated breath, he waited for you to hold his hand. And you did, this time without thinking of any reasons as to why you shouldn’t. His lips tilted up ever so slightly, his eyes shone when you reached his hand.

“Are you ready to face the music, darling?”

With him, you found that you were more than ready.

And like a cliché fairytale, he led you in the middle of the room. You and Ari danced to the slow music of the live band. You were never far from him because he always made sure that he was touching a part of you. Maybe this was what people were describing in the novels and in songs, in movies and in series, maybe this was what they were trying so hard to depict in the paintings- the moment when others faded to the background because here was the person that only mattered. You felt the warmth as he twirled you, as he rested his large hand on the small of your back, as he kissed your palm. You felt this unrestrained unhappiness as he took you in his muscular arms, as he rested his cheek on the side of your head, as he swayed you to the music.

You felt the love you were trying so hard to not feel.

You remembered the time you realized you had already fell so hard, so fast, that you only had limited time to brace for the impact as you fell. It was a combination of all the little things that made you fell. Years later, you realized true love did not happen in a blink of an eye. It wasn’t an instant kind of love. Well, at least for you it wasn’t. Your version of love happened because it wasn’t supposed to happen. And you were just too helpless to stop it from happening. Your love happened because of effort, of his kindness, of destiny.

But still, you couldn’t shake off the weight of their eyes on you. Ari looked over your head for a while, noting that indeed people were looking. “Don’t mind them, darling. You’re the only one that matter here to me.”

It did not take long for people to start wanting Ari’s attention. After the dance, businessmen started approaching him. He was only all too happy to introduce you as his woman, and you were only too elated to pinch him in his hard stomach to which he just pulled you to him closer. And finally, someone he introduced to you as his good friend, an elder gentleman, smiled fondly at you before asking Ari to speak in private.

“It’ll just be a moment, sweetheart,” he assured you as he planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand, smiling gently at you before turning his back on you. You watched his broad back as he walked with his friend, genuinely laughing at whatever the man said. His demeanor was so unlike from those other interactions he had with the other businessmen. It somehow amazed you how he could changed the way he interacted with others, and now more than ever that he wasn’t hiding who he was in front of you. Perhaps, what you found to be a horrifying yet a significant thought was that you could now read Ari.

He looked behind to see where you were, and he thought he now accepted that he would always have it in him to check where you were, to make sure you didn’t leave him.

You waved at him a little before deciding on freshening up.

You entered the elegant comfort room, only to find your old, socialite friends chatting among themselves. They were pleasant, really and you enjoyed hanging out with them before. But after being away from this life for years, you felt like you could no longer relate to them anymore. Finally, they turned to look at you with welcoming smile on their faces, their chatters ceased before approaching you.

“Y/N! Oh my god, sweetie! It has been so long!” One of your friends offered her cheek to you, and then the other. You chuckled as the girls surrounded you, asking you where you had been, what were you up to, how was your businesses, and ultimately who was Ari to you. It amused you that it took them that long to get around asking what they had been really itching to ask since the moment you entered the room.

Who was he to you?

“He’s my…” you trailed off, thinking of a way to describe the hurricane that he was. Ultimately, you decided to answer truthfully. “He’s my person.”

The girls shared a confused look before turning to you.

“Oh, i-it’s just we’ve been hearing chatters that you’re to be engaged to a French tycoon,” your other friend quipped up, confusion apparent in her face.

“I heard that too from my mother.”

“I think this was only very recent.”

You tilted your head as you listened to your friends. You mind running a mile a minute from the information they were divulging you.

“That’s only gossip,” you chuckled to ease the tension you were feeling. You weren’t naive to know that when there was smoke, there was fire somewhere. And you had a suspicion who lit the fire.

After assuring them that that was merely hearsay, and after promising them that you would see them soon, your friends left the room. Once they left, you took care of your business. You were washing your hands when you heard the door opening. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you looked up in the mirror. You were flabbergasted to see an older version of you.

Your mother reapplied her expensive lipstick on her lips. The shape of her lips were eerily similar to you. From head to toe, no one could deny that you were your mother’s daughter. How could they deny when after all, she taught you how to be her. After what felt like forever, she finally shifted her elegant eyes from the reflection of herself to you.

“Don’t you feel the guilt, my dear?” She pronounced the words with class, her voice even as if she wasn’t talking to her only daughter that she hadn’t seen in years. “Or at the very least, feel the shame?”

“Mother-“

She tilted her head, a nefarious smile painted in her face. “After running from this for years, look where it got you,” she whispered, now turning to fully face you. “Back where you were in the first place.”

You licked your lip, a habit your mother hated. Your lips quivered as you faced her, as you faced the one that should have loved you the most in this life. “I ran because I don’t want to live a life that’s not mine.”

She nodded understandingly, “I know, dear. But you should have also considered your place and responsibility in this family.”

“What family?” You asked with perplexity. “You’re only married to dad in paper. He has another family of his own, my half-sister whose mother in paper is you! I had to raise her because you neglected her and me. I had to raise myself, learn to love myself, because you only looked at me as if I’m a pawn to your game. And my father who only loves my sister isn’t any better! As if it was my mistake that he married for business and not for love. Now tell me, what family? What responsibility when I did everything for this family?” You seethed with tears in your eyes. Finally, you had unloaded the burden you had been feeling since you were born. Finally, you said your piece.

Your mother looked at you in disbelief, “Are you done with the word vomit, my dear?”

With tears falling from your eyes, you watched as she walked near you. Your mother, with emotionless face, wiped the tears from your eyes softly. “Don’t you think I too wanted to be loved?” She murmured, her eyes focused on her task. “Didn’t you think that I too tried to escape this fate?” Your mother smiled as if she was reminiscing her past. “Love is a fleeting feeling, my dear. At the end of the day, what matters most is stability. Wealth. Respect from the society.” She smiled at you before fixing your hair.

“No matter how much you try to resist, you’ll end up like me. With a man like him, you’re going to end up being the most powerful woman in this society. You have to choose where you derive your happiness… after all, a man like him doesn’t know how to love only one woman. Look at where you are now, back where you started. You’re never going to escape this fate.”

And it hit you right where it hurt the most. You were trying too hard not to think of how all your hard work, your perseverance, your effort were eventually all for naught. She was right. At the end of the day, you couldn’t escape this fate because you chose not to. At the end of the day, you were merely their puppet.

Perhaps, it pained you because it was true. And you wanted it not to be. You could feel the walls closing in on you, could feel the heavy beating of your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt stupid. You felt foolish.

What must other people thought of you? That you couldn’t handle the real world that was why you came back? That you were too sheltered, too weak to live on your own? That life was too difficult that you ran back to your rich parents?

You needed to leave.

With a hurried steps, you opened the door with trepidation, only to find him standing on the other side of the door.

“Sweetheart, there you are. I worried you-“ Ari trailed off once he got a good look at your melancholic face, your eyes brimming with unrestrained tears. “What happened?” He asked in a hard voice.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past him when he took hold of your wrist, preventing you from leaving him. “Darling, what happened? Where are you going?”

You didn’t think. You just wanted to leave. And perhaps, you should have thought of what you said numerous times before you said it to him. “This is over. Our three dates are up.”

Ari looked astonished, yet his hold on you didn’t loosen. Instead, he pulled you closer and looked down on you with confusion and hurt in his eyes. “I don’t understand. I thought we were making progress…I-I thought you love me-“

Your mother decided it was the right time to reveal herself. Ari looked up, recognition in his eyes before slowly turning to you. “What did she say?”

“The truth. I’m sorry. I can’t do this-“

“So that’s it,” he whispered to himself, before nodding. He laughed humorlessly, “One word from someone else and you go running away from me.”

“Ari-“

“Does what I have to say mean so little to you? Do I mean nothing to you that you can just leave me?”

You gulped as you looked at him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Looking back, what perhaps surprised you the most was that he let go of your hand.

“Y/n…I’m only human. I get tired, too,” he uttered, his eyes staring intently at you. And when you said nothing, because really, there was nothing more to say. Finally, when all he heard from you was nothing, he walked away.

It was a month later when your mother gave you a call, ordering you to show up or else it was going to be your little sister who would marry the French tycoon she wanted you to marry. You almost laughed from her predictability. You knew it was her who started the fire. You had tried hard to get your sister out of her grasps, but she refused.

Even though you shared a childhood with her, you two were raised by different yet same parents. Her father loved her, he cherished her. Your father tolerated you.

To your sister, your parents, especially your father were just doing what they thought was best for you.

But you knew they only used you to strengthen their place in the society…regardless if you were happy or not.

Despite the fact that your heart broke and was still breaking to million pieces, you were left with no choice. You met the handsome gentleman one day. His name was Timothy. You found him to be kind, humorous even. He made you laughed. At the back of your mind, you remembered how much Ari made you laughed as well… how much he made you happy. Then you met Timothy again for a much less formal setting. He was charming, and he wasn’t out of touched from reality of the world. He was a family man, telling you tales of his childhood with his loving parents. When you asked him why he was in this arranged marriage, he explained that he believed love could be learned because that was what happened in his parents.

You didn’t say anything after that because you were certain there was no love after Ari.

It shouldn’t surprised you to find several photos of you and Timothy on the news after meeting him. In all the photographs, you were laughing and he looked at you with warmth in his face.

You were back in your own penthouse, no longer living with Bucky. But as a condition to the arrange marriage, you demanded that Bucky be back in your service. You noticed Bucky was becoming more and more withdrawn from you these past days. When you asked him if he was having any difficulty, he assured you that he was okay.

Yet, you noticed he was acting strange.

On the day you were set to meet Timothy’s parents, Bucky smiled at you faintly. Always on the dot, your trusty bodyguard led you downstairs to the waiting car. You looked at him as he closed the door of the car before starting to merge to the traffic.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, princess?” He asked in his monotonous voice. You met his eyes over the rearview mirror.

“You’ll tell me if something’s wrong, right?” You asked him once again, showing concern over the fact that you felt like he wasn’t himself for days.

It took him a moment to answer you that you thought he would ignore you. Eventually, he flashed you his reassuring smile over the mirror, “Don’t worry, princess. Everything will be okay.”

You only nodded, yet somehow unconvinced before focusing on your phone. You were back to your rightful place, arranging charities and running some of the businesses your father entrusted you to. It was awhile before you looked up, only to be confused when you saw that you were no longer in the city…. No. This was a familiar place. This was the way to that town.

“Bucky?” You called him, your head turning to the other side to make sure that you were going to the direction you never thought you’d return to. Trees were blurring as the car sped up, the absence of the buildings and the vast empty farm land were making you tense. “Bucky, are we lost?”

His jaw clenched, his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he listened to your voice that was turning from confusion to agitation. He hated breaking your trust. But he couldn’t lose her.

“Bucky, please,” you tried again when he made a turn to the town’s church. “What are you doing, Bucky?!”

“I’m sorry, princess,” he atoned. This wasn’t easy for him. But Ari left him with nothing to do but to betray you. “Ari said if he didn’t have you, he’d marry your sister.”

“What?! Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“He said your family owed him a bride, that he’d do everything to destroy your family’s legacy and marry your sister if you married someone else. I’m sorry,” he confessed as he stopped in front of the small church. Your eyes quivered when you looked at the church. It was decorated with your favorite flowers, with your preferred colors. This was like a dream…and your personal nightmare. Bucky opened your door, regret and certainty battling in his eyes. You knew that even if you begged, even if you cried, Bucky wouldn’t take you back.

He loved your sister.

And you knew, when it came to the person who had his heart, Bucky would betray anyone…including you.

You didn’t take his hand, and instead, stepped out of the car with dignity. He looked at you with apologies in his eyes, and you looked at him with dagger in yours. He couldn’t hide the way he winced even if he tried. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that Bucky would be the one to double-cross you, yet here you were. You started walking to the church with Bucky trailing behind you.

And there was your sister, the only person who loved you in your family. There she was, with tears streaming down her face, and beside her was the devious man who loved you just a tad bit too much.

Your sister ran to you, and you hugged her with all your might. Combing her hair as she sobbed on your shoulder, apologizing to you over and over again.

But didn’t she know?

It was okay.

You’d do anything for her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“

“You have nothing to apologize for, silly!” You admonished her with a smile on your face. You cupped both her cheeks to get her to listen to you. “Nothing is your fault, okay? It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“But if it wasn’t for me, you won’t have to do this.”

You looked up over her head to see Ari staring intensely at you, his face void of any emotion. But his eyes held unrestrained heat and something akin to a promise. And looking at him, you knew this would happen eventually. There was no getting out of this, no escaping a man such as him. If he was ruthless in his business, he was even more brutal in love. Your eye contact was hindered by Bucky’s marching form.

Bucky went toe to toe with Ari, his eyes murderous as he looked at Ari’s unemotional one. And without any preamble, he lifted his gun to Ari, the cold barrel of the gun touching Ari’s forehead.

Yet, never once did he flinch.

“Hurt her and the next time you look at the end of the barrel will be your last sight of this world,” Bucky threatened coldly, his voice steady and his eyes cold.

Ari lifted his chin even more, uncaring that his life was being threatened. What for when he was living like a deadman when he let you walked away? He thought he could let you live your life away from him. He thought he could let you marry someone else. He thought he could survive without you. Alas, he was wrong.

You should have known better than to feed a starving wolf and expect it to not to come back again and again and again.

“If I hurt her, you have my permission to end my miserable life.”

And Bucky knew Ari wasn’t bluffing. If he had any ounce of uncertainty in Ari’s love for you, he would never have done this. But his instinct never strayed him in the wrong direction. He was more than sure that this man, this obsessive man, loved you more than anything and anyone in this world.

But who was he to talk when he was planning the same thing with your sister?

Who was he to talk when the mere thought of losing your sister sent him to the very edge of his sanity?

Who was he to talk when he betrayed you just so he wouldn’t lose her?

Bucky certainly did not have the high ground at the moment.

With one last dark look, he marched back to where you and his love was standing. You looked at him with coldness in your eyes, and your sister looked at him with betrayal in hers.

“Take her away from here,” you whispered, not wanting your sister to be present and blame herself for whatever was to happen.

Your sister blinked at you owlishly, her eyes wide as what you said dawned on her. She gripped your forearms, willing you to look at her. “W-what? No! I’m staying with you! I’m not going to leave you with him-“

You looked at Bucky and gestured for him to take your sister away. And he did. With gentle strength, he wrapped his arms around your sister who fought with all her might, calmly taking your distressed sister away from you.

“It’s okay,” you assured her again, squeezing her hand once before letting it go completely. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

You noted, minutes later as you looked at the readied white dress in the room of the church, that this was not a spur of a moment. No, this was planned by Ari. The dress was exactly your size. This was a magnificent dress, you thought, too bad you were being forced to it.

The door opened and when you looked behind you, there was Molly.

You rushed to her, holding her dainty hands in yours, “Molly, you have to help me,” you implored her as she looked at you somberly.

She tapped your hand twice before leading you back inside. She proceeded on fixing your veil, smoothing her hands over the crease on your dress. “Molly, Ari is unhinged. He’s insane-“

“How many people need to suffer before you come back to him?” She asked quietly, handing you the bouquet of flowers you failed to notice in her hand. With great reluctance and confusion, you took hold of the flowers. They were beautiful, yet this situation made you unable to appreciate any of the beauty around you.

“Molly-“

“You’re suffering, too. Stop punishing Ari for something he had no control of. Stop punishing yourself for loving the man. Life is too short, dear. This love is something people look for. You have it. Now, is your pain and what other people have to say greater than your love?”

You paused, you could see now more than ever that she wouldn’t understand. To her, Ari was the hero. You knew she had some valid points, but this whole fiasco was Ari’s idea. She could not and should not separate the fact that Ari was also the villain, that he too was capable of being manipulative.

Molly smiled sadly at you as she covered your despondent face with the veil. “You are the only one that can humanize him, dear. I’m sorry.”

You were too.

Ari was waiting for you at the end of the aisle, beside him was the town’s priest. The church was almost empty, saved for Molly and Pablo, and the little band. The decorations were grand, evident by the fact that Ari spared no expense.

You took one step and the band started playing a harmonious song, the violin and the piano blending well together as they played. You held your head high as you marched slowly, the bouquet of flowers you were holding helped you to hide the fact that you didn’t feel as brave as you were pretending to be. All the while you were walking, Ari never once took his eyes off of you.

And you didn’t, too.

It was bittersweet how you dreamed of marrying him once upon a time. And now it was happening when it shouldn’t happen. The moment you were within reach, Ari offered you his muscular arm. You took it without looking at him.

The whole ceremony was blurred to you. You were only snapped out of it when you heard the priest asked you if you agreed to be Ari’s wife. You heard yourself say ‘I do’ with no emotions at all. Ari held your hand and placed two rings on you, the first one was what was supposed to be an engagement ring. The diamond looked elegant, something that was not too loud. It was beautiful. The second one was a simple white gold band that symbolized your agreement that from now on, you were his wife.

You felt your heart break. This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You were marrying the man you loved. But it shouldn’t be like this. None of it should be like this.

Ari’s voice was strong as he recited his very own vow, your hand in his as he looked at you. “From now on, everything that I do is solely to make you happy. I promise to be better each day as long as you’re beside me. I promise that you’ll forever have my heart. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to always give you a part of my food. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live.”

Your tears finally fell. You could no longer stopped them as he handed you a simple band, and offered you his ring finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest announced. Ari’s tensed shoulder visibly relaxed, his hold on you softened a little. “You may now kiss the bride.”

With tears in your eyes, Ari lifted you veil. His hand gently cradled your cheek as his lips slowly descended on yours. His kisses were gentle, as if he was asking for forgiveness when you had none to give. Finally, his lips parted from you yet he stayed near you. His forehead touched yours, “Finally, you’re mine Mrs. Levinson.”

Ari was silent as he watched you stew. He knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it in. But still, he found no remorse in what he did. He knew in his very being that you should be with him. Behind all the complications, he knew you and him were meant to be together in this life. Finally, he took a turn to his house in the town. He supposed it was now his and yours. He did like that thought, something that was owned by you and him. You hadn’t looked at him since he tied you to him, never once did you speak to him despite him asking you questions, despite Molly and Pablo congratulating you. You were keeping yourself from him, and he would have none of that.

You watched as he turned to a familiar road. It was where you were the happiest, back when Ari wasn’t like this. You finally turned to look at the man beside you, his strong hands steady on the steering wheel. The band on his ring finger gleaming from the sunlight, something that symbolized the union between the two of you. He turned to look at you, his eyes intense and unapologetic. Ari stopped the car and rounded to open your door, but you beat him to it. You opened the door so hard you wished it slammed in his pretty face, but alas it didn’t. And so you resorted to slamming the door so hard on his expensive car, praying that you at least damaged something in there.

You were huffing as you marched to the front door, whilst Ari took his time on unlocking the door. And once the two of you were inside, it was like your carefully kept facade of calmness shattered.

“Are you hungr-“

“How could you do this?!” You belted, whirling around to face your husband.

“Do you not want to stay here? I figured we’d be happy here. After all, we were happy here…before you started listening to other people,” Ari drawled, his eyes wondering around the house before finally resting on yours. His hand was in his pocket, his stance calm so opposite to what you were feeling.

“You know that’s not what I meant Ari,” you exclaimed, trying to wretch the veil away from you. The only thing it accomplished was to tug on your hair that it hurt. “How could you manipulate the people I love!” You shouted at him, sadness clouding your face. You willed him to understand how fucked-up this all was, how you thought he was beyond redemption. How it saddened you to see him became someone you no longer knew. “How could you do that to Bucky? How could you do that to me?” You whispered the last part, your voice breaking. You could no longer pretend that you had the strength for this. You were drained. You were empty.

Ari sighed before walking closer to you. He calmly and carefully removed the pins securing your veil, taking great caution and patience to avoid hurting you. You looked up to him as he did his task.

“See, everyone else would choose someone else over you. But not me. I’ll always choose you,” Ari stated, his voice calm as if he was discussing the weather and not the devious crime he committed to you.

“This is not how it should be,” you whispered sadly. Today had been too much for you. Nothing could have prepared you to what this day had revealed to you. “And the worst part is that you aren’t even sorry for what you put other people through, for what you put me through.”

Ari walked closer to you. He would admit it if you asked, and it was the truth that he couldn’t stand being apart from you. He wasn’t alive when he left you. He craved you.

He wiped your tears from your eyes lovingly, gently, so gently that it was as though he wasn’t capable of hurting anyone. His voice was low as he confessed, “It was inevitable. We are inevitable. And categorically, I cannot find it in me to regret it.”

You nodded once, before looking up at his soulful eyes. “You will,” you began, tears shimmered your eyes. “You will, one day, when you wake up and realize that I may be here, but you lost me already.”

Ari thought firmly that you would forgive him. He rationalized that you just needed time, that you’d be happy with him again. He excused your despondent actions as something that would fleet one of these days.

But they didn’t.

You were not kidding when you told him honestly that day that he lost you.

Ari tried to do everything. Now that you were beside him, now that he finally tied you to him, he should feel an ounce of peace, right? Except that he didn’t because he knew you were pulling away from him. Or rather, you had already pulled away from him.

He felt like he was living with a ghost of you.

Every night he watched you fall asleep. Every night he traced the frown on your brows, smoothing them as if it could erase your troubles. And only when you were deep in your sleep was he able to gather you in his arms, holding you so tight as if he was terrified he’d wake up one day and see that you were gone.

And come the morning, he’d whispered to you how much he loved you…how much he needed you.

He reckoned that he had to court you again, show you the better parts of him. Because he had finer traits..right? He was more than just the despicable man he was before. So he cooked for you without fail every single day. He found that taking care of you was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. And everyday, the two of you sat down and ate, with him making small talks, and you disregarding him.

And the childish side of him thought that walking around the house half-naked would elicit an emotion in you- any emotion at all because he was losing his mind. He would even take your anger, just not this facade you were presenting. One morning, he returned from his run. He entered the house with sweat dripping from him, sans the shirt and he caught your eyes roaming his body slowly.

Suddenly, Ari felt hopeful. Until you reached his eyes, squinted, rolled your eyes at him, and turned your back on him. That was the most reaction he got from you in weeks. He did that almost everyday that he was sure he caught bronchitis from walking around shirtless even when it was cold. So he stopped.

Ari thought what you would loved coming with him to the charities, after all you had a philanthropic heart. And you did enjoy. All while talking and playing to the children, you were all smiles. He heard you laughed for the first time in a month, and somehow it both softened and broke his heart.

Were you that unhappy with him?

On some days the two of you went to the market. You and him did all domestic things together, yet somehow there was an immeasurable distance between you and him. Jess came in the house to invite you out when news finally reached her that you were back. Yet what she didn’t know was that it was against your will. He watched as you smiled at Jess, as you fondly hugged her. He wished that you would touched him again.

What he did was to nod dotingly when Jess informed you that she would be taking you for a girl time.

You hardly even looked at Ari as you went away.

It was almost midnight. Ari kept looking at the door, then to his laptop, then to the clock hanging on the wall, then to the door again. He was agitated on the surface, but beneath it all was much worse. If it wasn’t for the text that Isaac sent him that the girls were having fun in Jess and Isaac’s house, then he would be frenzied thinking that you left.

But what was puzzling was the fact that never once did you try to leave.

When the clock hit one in the morning, Ari made up his mind. He would go to you. With a renewed strength, he grabbed his keys and drove to where you were. When Isaac opened the door, he sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. He guided Ari to their backyard facing the ocean where the women were, and only one of them were clearly inebriated. Jess only had a couple of glasses, but she enjoyed talking to her best friend.

Ari sighed before walking to where you were sitting, with your head resting on the wooden table. Your eyes were closed when he neared you. He kneeled down and softly touched your arm, letting you know of his presence.

“Darling?” He called for you softly, always so softly. Something he was learned he was capable of when he started loving you. “Let’s go home.”

It only took a couple of seconds before you opened your eyes. He smiled at you tenderly as he brushed your hair away from your face. “There she is,” he whispered.

Yet, you continued staring at him.

“Ari,” you called for him for the first time in a month that it made his heart beat louder. If you knew how much you affected him, would you still hate him?

“Yes, my wife?”

You looked at him with a sadness in your eyes that it broke whatever was left of his heart. “I love you so much,” you confessed slowly. You blinked and a tear fell from your eye, dampening the wood. “I love you so much that it hurts.”

And at that time he thought, ‘how do you grieve something that is still alive? Why does it hurt being loved by you?’

The drive home was quiet. Between the drive and your arrival to home, you had it in you to sober up. You walked without needing his help, you walked with your head held high. You opened the door of the dark house, quietly waiting for Ari to enter and secure the doors. And once he did, you grabbed his neck and kissed him. You kissed him for all the times you couldn’t. You kissed him for all the love you had the had nowhere else to go. You kissed him for all the pain this love had brought you.

And then he kissed you back.

Ari’s hand encircled your waist, his other hand guiding your jaw closer to him. He kissed you so slow, savoring your touch, your warmth… you. And then kisses turned fervently. His hands roamed your back, your hips, your face as if making up for the lost time. Your wandering hands weren’t any better.

Before you knew it, Ari had led you to the bedroom, gently pushing you on the bed with him following closely, never allowing any space between the two of you. Ari hurriedly took off his shirt before taking off yours. He worshipped you that night like a devotee worshipped his god. He kissed all of you in apologies, in love, in pain. And when you finally whispered that you needed him, he drove straight into you.

“I love you too much,” he confessed as he looked into your eyes.

You paused from brushing his hair tenderly, noting that he knew his love was excessive. “I love you too, Ari. But right now, it kills me to look at you.” Because you couldn’t accept the fact that he had it in him to threaten the ones you loved. Because you couldn’t believe that the gentle person you loved could turn out to be so devious. So manipulative. So unapologetic.

And that night as he watched you sleep, as the sun was starting to rise, he knew what he needed to do. He knew he had to acknowledge the glaring truth in front of him.

Love shouldn’t turn someone into this.

Love should be good.

Hours later, you woke up and you knew Ari had gone. You found a letter on the table.

I saw how unhappy I made you. I tried to fool myself and thought that I could turn this around. But perhaps, what you really needed was time and space. A love that is good. Until I can love you the way you deserved to be love, I will give you space. It’s killing me to see what I turned you into. It kills me to know that I extinguished your fire. But darling, please know that all I did was because I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. You came crashing to my life, literally. And that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hope one day you can forgive me. I love you. Always.

You found out through your lawyer that Ari Levinson gave you 99.99% control of his shares. You found out that he bestowed to you the numerous charities he was helping. His message was clear, marrying you wasn’t because of business. No.

You looked for him everywhere at first, but you found that for the first time, you could breathe. He was right. You and him needed space. And time. And understanding. You needed to know that you too made mistakes that hurt him. You didn’t know why you stayed in his house when he literally let you go. But a part of you was waiting for him.

And you waited.

You waited until you no longer feel the burning anger.

You waited until you no longer feel the crushing sadness.

You waited until you no longer feel the painstaking betrayal.

And then you waited some more because almost a year had passed and still, Ari was not back.

One day, the news warned you of the strong thunderstorm that would passed by your town this afternoon. The people came by to warn you and to make sure you had everything you needed, from Isaac coming by to tie down anything that could potentially fly during the thunderstorm, to Molly whom you had forgiven, coming by to bring you food to survive the night. You remembered why you had fallen for this town- it was the people.

Evening was nearing and thankfully, the storm wasn’t as powerful as reported to be but still, the thunderstorm terrified you. You were in the living room watching as the rain fell down angrily, the wind making the trees danced. The power had gone out more than an hour ago. You were staring outside when suddenly, you noticed a car driving near the house.

And then without thinking, you ran outside.

The wind was steadily blowing your hair, the storm still at large. The thunder could be the loudest in the world right now, but you heard nothing but the deafening beat of your heart as you looked at him.

As you looked at the love of your life.

Ari was drenched, and it felt like time hadn’t passed. He still looked the same, but you could see the demons in his eyes were now gone. He looked like he was now at peace. But his face was filled with worry as he looked at you.

Your tears blended with the ceaseless drops of rain on your face. You didn’t know why you stepped closer to him, you didn’t know why you ran to him. For the first time since you discovered who he was, you came to him.

And this time, Ari waited for you to come to him.

Your arms surrounded his thick neck, your face buried on his chest as you cried.

“Why did you drive? It’s dangerous and-and. Oh my God, Ari you drove!” You blabbered as you looked up at him. He hugged you tighter, his face on your neck.

“I did, sweetheart,” he answered warmly.

“But you’re terrified of the rain!”

He smiled as he took you in, as he cherished the feeling of holding you unperturbedly. “My fear changed when I started loving you,” he confessed slowly. When he heard the news, it was already late and the storm was already passing by the town. He was panicked when he couldn’t reach you, when the phone just rang and rang. The thought of you being alone, and terrified, made him brave. It made him grabbed his keys and drove.

He found out that nothing was more terrifying than losing you.

You looked up at him only to find him smiling at you, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Ari, I’m sorry-“

He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. It was my fault. I see it now,” he lowered his forehead on yours. “I miss you. I’m sorry. I love you.”

You sobbed as you listened to him. “I miss you too so much. I love you too so much.”

“Then will you marry me again? This time with our families and friends as witnesses?”

You tipped your toes, grabbed his face and kissed him. “Of course, I will.”

And this time, his and your love was strengthened by all the things you had been through. This time, this love was good.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Hunt, Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, gore, mentions of bows and arrows, knife violence, slight angst, sacrficies, dubcon relationship.

Your head snapped up at the noise that came from the riverbank’s opposite edge. The anxiety bubbled in your chest as you wondered if it would be man or beast, and if you’d have to take another life today, so you ducked behind the rock you were hunting from. That was, until you spotted a large grizzly padding his way towards the stream.

You held your position, refusing to make a move; because if you did, it was highly likely that you could come across as prey to the bear, and if it was hungry, that could very well be your last mistake. Your heart raced as you watched the majestic beast, feeling a sort of calm washing over your senses. But through it all, the worry was in your veins, waiting on the call to flee or fight.

But the bear almost seemed to be paying you no mind, instead making his way to the water. You found a small smile making its way to the corners of your lips, pulling on them as it flopped onto its side, allowing the water to soak its dense fur. The bear had no concern to see you as a threat.

You giggled, unable to stop the nervous habit as you watched the bear roll in the water.

The bear’s movements ceased, and his head shot up into the cool Autumn air. Your breath caught in your throat. The giant, majestic creature was watching you intently with oceanic eyes that seemed to stare through your very soul.

“I won’t hurt you,” you offered softly, stepping out of the way of the rock, so that if you had to run you could. But instead, you picked up one of the salmon you’d caught just a few moments before. You tossed it to the bear, and it landed with a dull thud against the stream’s embankment. The bear looked at you cautiously, as though it were gauging you, before rising out of the water and heading towards the fish. You held your hands out defensively as you took a step back, “I won’t hurt you Mr. Bear.”

The bear chuffed, and had you known any better you would have thought it sounded like the bear was laughing at you. You, a simple woman from the village, a threat to the behemoth…anyone would find that laughable.

“I’m sharing my dinner,” you commented dryly, unamused by the bear’s attitude towards you, “you better not attack me for it later…”

The bear snorted heavily over the salmon, before digging into it. You watched, momentarily, as the bear’s claws shredded the fish as though it were something insignificant, and a worry brewed in the back of your mind, reminding you that the bear was no simple house pet that you could tame.

With a sigh, you dropped your hands, and slowly made your way back towards your supplies. Looking around, you realized that it was still far too light to make a fire, as other hunters would be able to spot you, so you dug your knife into the fish and tore it open, eating what you could.

Slowly, you noticed the bear began paying more and more attention to you while you attempted to eat your food. You spared him a sad look, “don’t make me give up the last of it too…I was only able to catch two today…and I haven’t had anything to eat yesterday.”

The bear stopped picking at his salmon, instead choosing to pick it up and angle his head in a way that looked like he was about to shake it. You watched curiously as he ‘threw’ the mangled fish back to you.

Your heart raced momentarily, and you prayed that the bear that had found you wasn’t a shifter. It was the annual hunt, and you’d been in the woods for two nights now without seeing any of them and had killed two men who had found you and attempted to take your maidenhood.

“You can’t…understand me…can you?”

To your question the bear began licking his paws. You narrowed your eyes, watching for any signs that he could possibly be a shifter or that he understood what you were saying, but the longer you watched him, the sillier you felt.

“Of course you can’t understand me,” you muttered softly as you looked away from him, “these woods are driving me crazy…they’ve got me thinking you’re a shifter.”

The bear had gone back to ignoring her and had dipped himself partially back into the water. You giggled watching as he rubbed his back on one of the larger rocks either to scratch an itch or clean himself, you weren’t all too sure. But you were quick to frown when you saw the dried blood on your hands.

The blood of the two men you had killed.

The blood and guts of the salmon?

You weren’t too sure anymore.

“If I bathe in the stream, will you promise not to eat me, Mr. Bear?”

The bear chose to ignore you, yet again, satisfying his own bathing needs.

With a quick glance over your shoulder your breathing got heavier. It was now or never, and you had to decide if you wanted to remain dirty and bloodied, or if you wanted to clean yourself off. If you waited any longer, then it might be too late to adequately dry off, and the cool autumn night would leave you with a chill and get you sick.

You through your clothes off, quickly stripping yourself away from them and you ran into the water. It wasn’t shallow, that much you knew from when you were fishing earlier. It was deep enough to where you could go out to your waist. But suddenly you felt self-conscious. Your eyes whipped around until you caught sight of the bear, watching you yet again.

Your hands raced up your chest, cradling your breasts, covering yourself from the beast.

“Look away, you naughty bear.”

But the bear continued to watch you, curiosity overtaking him.

The anxiety came bubbling back up, so you dunked yourself quickly, to make sure that you could get the grime out of your hair and off of your face. But when you came back up, the bear was no longer in the water.

He’d made his way up the embankment and was watching you from a much closer distance. He was sniffing your clothing.

“Go away!” you begged, covering your modesty, while trying to encourage the wild beast to leave you alone, “go away, please!”

But he didn’t. He only seemed to sniff your clothes more vigorously, pawing at the material.

Until a twig snapped.

You didn’t hear it, but he did. His head snapped in the direction of the action, and your eyes followed his. It took you but a moment to race out of the water, forgetting your modesty as you rushed to your clothes.

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged as you startled the bear, “whatever you heard made you nervous…and I can’t let anyone find me…not like this.”

You rushed back into your shoddy and torn dress, and he seemed to place himself between you and whatever was out there. Without thinking about it, your hand gripped his fur, as though he were some living teddy bear, your animal protector.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a gust of wind shot up your dress, making you feel chilled to the bone.

“Whatever you are hearing, I think we should leave.”

This, the bear seemed to understand, as he gently nudged you. You didn’t even question how the bear managed to make you feel safe.

You were being hunted by man and beast alike, and yet, this large grizzly seemed to make you feel like you were protected.

You followed his gentle nudges, never once letting go of the soft chestnut fur, until you reached a cave, a few miles away. The bear was the one that had stopped the two of you in your journey, looking carefully at you.

“Is it-is it safe in there?”

He sniffed the air, before walking in, leaving you outside of the cave. You looked around the woods, unable to see if there was a threat. But you felt a longing to be near the bear again. The two of you had an unspoken understanding and a mutual respect; and if nothing else, he was offering you a safe space for the night.

His cave was dark, but roomy. Walking into it, you had expected a dirty cavern that would be tight and congested, littered with fish bones or whatever carcasses the bear could have managed to bring back, but yet this den was anything but.

You felt worry in the pit of your stomach as you looked around. There wasn’t any sign that a human had been there recently, but that still didn’t mean that you were off the hook yet. It didn’t mean that a shifter couldn’t be lurking around.

A large grizzly like the one that had taken you in and offered you security for your simple act of kindness could easily be loyal to a shifter; and werebears and mountain lions were popular in the area.

You looked around the den, seeing that the bear had taken up residence in one of the darker, more tighter corners, and you nodded to yourself. If he was a shifter, he would have changed by now. Off in a separate corner, you saw a little cavern, one that looked small enough to build a fire. It had a peaked roof, and walking into it, you noticed that it had a tunnel that went deeper off into the cave.

With another nod, you made your way back to the entrance. But you stopped when the bear grumbled. Turning on your heel, you sighed. He was still watching you.

“I’m going to get some firewood,” you told him, as though your comments would mean much to him, “I’m human, which means I could die of hypothermia if I don’t stay warm through the night…I need a fire.”

The bear laid back down, and for another moment, you wondered if he was at least loyal to the shifters, or at least understood the words you were speaking. But when his eyes closed and he started resting once again, you continued your journey outside.

It wasn’t hard to find kindling, and other wood pieces that you could use to build and maintain a fire through at least the coldest hours of the night. And before the sunset started peaking over the foothills, you were finding your way back to the entrance yet again and quickly making your way to the cavern where you could light your little fire.

The evening came quickly, and you were warmed by your fire; your guard bear snoring lightly off in his little corner. It wasn’t until you heard some noise outside that you put your fire out, deciding that you were going to investigate.

Your stomach plummeted when a group of three men were stumbling through the clearing and towards your sanctuary.

“Hold your position,” you proclaimed loudly, making your presence known to the men who were whispering and arguing about where to hide for the night, “what business have you here?”

“Please Miss,” one called, holding out his pitch torch so that he and his companions were lit well enough for you to see that they were injured. You gasped, seeing the claw marks on their arms and chests, “we were attacked-our village. By a werebear. We saw puffs of smoke through the woods, coming from the top of this hill.”

“Y-you cannot come here!” you said quickly, “I-I cannot help you.”

“We only need a place to rest,” the second began, pulling away from his friends, “we will protect you if another shows.”

“NO!” you called firmly, taking a few steps back, “you must leave! Now! Keep your evils away from me.”

“What are you hiding, Miss?”

“I know her,” the third spoke calmly, raising his head and looking at you. You felt your chest tighten, “you were the sacrifice…y-you’re the reason they’re going feral…”

“I-“

“You are conspiring with them!” the first accused, suddenly becoming angry, “why else would you be hiding away while the villages are getting destroyed!”

“No, I-“

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” the first proclaimed, suddenly angry. He dropped his torch and reached behind himself, grabbing his bow and an arrow off his back, “WITCH!”

“No, wait,” you began, racing to tell him that you weren’t a witch or conspiring with anyone, “I-“

“BEAR!”

Suddenly, you were being pushed out of the way by a mass of chestnut fur. Your protector had awoken, and not taken kindly to other humans being around the two of you.

The injured men quickly took up fighting stances, dropping their torches in favor of weapons, while your bear charged towards them. The arrow whizzed past its position, and thudded softly against the bear’s arm, drawing a loud, angry roar from him.

Your hands went up to your mouth, and you gasped. The creature that had been watching out for you was struck by men, and it was all your fault.

But he continued his assault, quickly taking down the man with the bow, while the second man left his injured friend behind and came at you with a knife. Behind him, his friends screamed as they were being mauled by the bear, limbs being shredded, muscle eviscerated, and blood splattering against the trees and soft forest floor.

“Witch!” he proclaimed, rushing you with his knife. You dodged the first gouge he attempted, and he managed to catch the edge of your dress with his next downwards slice.

“I’m not!” you began, rushing towards you own supplies inside the cave. He caught you on the next slash, the soft flesh of your thigh splitting open with his shallow cut. You fell to the ground as the pain rushed your leg and blood tinted your skin, “Please! STOP!”

The man’s mouth fell open. He looked like he was gasping for breath, as his actions faltered. The knife fell out of his hand and hit the cave floor, clattering about. Your short, ragged breathing slowed when you saw the large bear behind him, and in a moment, the man fell to his knees, blood pouring around the back of his neck, and staining his tunic red.

And then his head fell to the floor in front of you.

You stifled a shriek behind your hand, your mind racing all too fast over what had just happened. You looked to your bear, forgetting your own injury as you noticed an arrow sticking out from one of his forearms, and a gash just between his front haunches.

“Y-you’re injured.”

The bear looked at you and you could see that his own injuries didn’t matter to him. You turned towards your supplied and reached for something to help him.

“Le-let me…Please. Pl-please let me take care of you, Mr. Bear.”

The bear gave a grumble, but fell down beside her, far too exhausted from his own battle to argue. You were quick to pull out your bottle of alcohol, needle, and some dried strips of animal muscle. You winced putting pressure on your leg, and decided that after you took care of your protector you would stitch yourself up. Until then, you ripped a strip of your dress off and tied it around your thigh so that the bleeding would at least have pressure on it.

Turning your attention back to the bear, you noticed his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Please don’t die on me,” you begged softly, stroking his muzzle. He gave you an apologetic look and you returned it, holding up the bottle of alcohol, “I know you can’t understand me…but what I’m about to do is going to hurt…I’m sorry Mr. Bear…”

He groaned when you opened the bottle and poured some of your booze on his wounds. You frowned, wishing that you didn’t have to hurt him so. Putting your hand on the arrow, you broke off the end that was sticking out of him and pulled it through the other side.

He gave an angry roar, but restrained himself, not snapping at you like you had expected.

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated whilst you stitched up the wounds. Every once in a while, your bear would softly groan at you, but he didn’t make any attempt to hurt you. When you were finally done, he rolled onto his back. You softly touched his fur, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bear…I really am.”

But your protector was already off in his own dream world, his oceanic eyes covered up by his furry lids. So, you turned your attention towards yourself. With a shiver, you realized that you’d put out your fire when the group of men had come towards the cave, so your first order of business was to make sure that you could get it started back up again.

When you felt yourself becoming warmed up by the fire, and the cave started feeling like an acceptable temperature you turned your attention to your own wounds. With a heavy sigh, you peeled the dried strip of dress from the gash on your leg.

The burn made you cringe, and you whimpered, knowing that in just a few minutes it was going to get worse. Taking your needle, you sterilized it with your alcohol. Then, taking a heavy swig, you poured a healthy amount over your own wound.

“FUCK!”

You hadn’t realized that the bear was awake and watching you again. Or that his heart ached as he saw you tending to your own wounds, wishing that he could show himself to you.

But he still didn’t have the strength. He was still far too weak to go back to his human form to let you know that he would protect you in any way possible.

So, he watched you with a heavy heart as you sewed your own wounds shut. And when you lazily crawled towards him, he closed his lids, pretending not to notice your small form against his beastly one.

“You better not eat me in my sleep,” you whimpered softly, petting his chestnut fur. He felt a contented rumble growing deep within himself as it emanated from his body, “you’re a sweet bear…I only hope you stay that way in the morning.”

But when the first morning lights streaked through the entrance of the cave, it was not a bear that you were wrapped up in. It was not the two large furry paws, or chestnut fur that had kept you warm long after the fire died out.

In its place was a man, naked as the day he was born. He had long chestnut hair, and his chest was speckled similarly with patches over his pecs and running down the center of his chest.

You jumped away from him, shocked at what was going on, lost in the translation of it all. His eyes opened tiredly, but just enough so that he could peak at you before closing them once again, “I’m tired little mate…come back to me and let us rest until the afternoon…”

“Y-you’re human!” she said quickly, “wh-where is my bear? Who are you? What did you do to him?”

His eyes opened and you gasped, “What on earth are you talking about, little mate? It’s still me. I’m still Ari, your bear.”

“Y-you were a shifter.”

“I am a shifter,” he said softly, rolling onto his back. You gasped, seeing the wounds on his forearm and chest, “I couldn’t change back after those men…”

“And before that?”

“Little mate, we have all the time in the world to discuss that, now that I’ve found you before the third day ends,” he reminded you. You looked to the entrance of the cave, tempted to run, “I will say that you can run, but I’ve already got your scent in my mind…I was tracking you for nearly two days, little one…I doubt you’ll be able to escape me now.”

“But I-“

“And anyways…I’m a bear…I like the chase. It really revs me up,” he growled playfully, sparing you a glance. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes subconsciously worked down his chest to his growing erection, “what, little mate? Do I pique your interest in this form?”

“D-don’t call me that…”

“Call you what?” he asked, the playfulness falling away from himself, “Mate? That’s what you are. You’re my mate.”

“I am a sacrifice,” you reminded him, your eyes turning stony, “I was thrown in the forest and told to run. If I was caught by a bear or a human-“

“Do you wish to fight me?”

Your eyes slipped back to your supplies, before shifting to his again. It was like he was calling your bluff, but neither one of you moved.

“Come back to bed then, little mate,” he said softly, opening his arms out to you, “I could still keep you warm…just in a variety of different, more creative ways…”

“I-I don’t know you. I don’t w-“

“As I’ve told you before, my name is Ari,” he began, leaning on one of his elbows. Your eyes shot to his fully hardened appendage and you blushed, looking away again, “you know, it’s very rude to be eyeing a bear up the way you are…coming into my den with me…laying with me but not-“

“I have not laid with you, bear.”

“Ari…”

“Ari,” you repeated, giving him the small victory of saying his name. A rumble erupted from his throat, and it sent butterflies fluttering about in your stomach, “please stop looking at me like that.”

“Then come back to bed, little mate,” Ari repeated, holding his arms outstretched to you, “do not leave king of the bears waiting too long for his queen and mate. I would hate for you to send me into a rut our first night together…we bears are known for losing our senses…and while I would enjoy taking your maidenhood, cubs are a thing that I don’t wish to scare you with.”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Happy birthday!!!

For the birthday celebration I'd like to ask for OVA with the mafia men - Nesting Steve, Touch The Darkness Steve, Sweet Thrill Ari 😎

Thanks for the wishes and for playing 🥰

whore-kay! We're going under the cut for obvious reasons 😂 unholy filth below, be warned!

Nesting Steve gets the V, because at the end of the day its your sweet pussy that he longs to be inside of the most. You take him so well and you're just so breedable 😏 He loves spending hours fucking your tight cunt, feeling it flutter around him and get so embarrassingly wet from the smallest friction. Sure, he enjoys playing with your other holes, but he loves nothing more than to stretch you on his dick and fill it with his cum. Besides, your mouth or ass tire too easily and he would never hurt you, but your pussy can stand the pounding and then take him the day after, even though it's sore.

Sweet Thrill Ari is a wonderful caretaker of his cute, obedient pet and his care includes a lot of Oral. He gets so turned on when he gets to lick you while he has you plugged, with that bigger plug that has a soft kitty tail. Ari spreads you out, tugs on the tail so you feel the plug moving against your rim, and makes you tremble and cry from how good his mouth feels as he feasts on your drippy pussy. And because good kitties need their milk regularly, Ari makes sure that you get it straight from the source - choking on his dick at least once a day. If you spill a single drop of his cum, you'll licking it off of any surface it landed on.

Of course this bastard got Anal 😂 Touch The Darkness Steve is all about corrupting you and ruining you in most disgusting ways (because that's how you come the hardest, even though you don't want to accept that simple fact yourself). He's got you squirming from his fingers breaching that tightest hole. Got you coming from mere threat of thrusting his big cock in there, not to mention how hard you came when he actually fucked your ass with it. And he completely broke your brain when he lubed the muzzle of the gun and then pushed it in your tight rim...

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨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. ❤️

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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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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Is there a lifetime waiting for us?

Pairing: Soft!dark Ari Levinson x Reader

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

A/N: it’s been a month! This is an almost 6k update and I had to physically stop myself because I have too much to write (and also my writer’s block kind of disappeared for a while ehehe a blessing!) next will be the end! Thank you so much my loves!

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This love is bad: Part Five

“Thank you,” Jess whispered as the two of you looked at the sleeping Ishmael. He was slumbering peacefully, his chubby cheeks red squeezed on the pillow. His operation was a success. Although it was not guaranteed, the expensive hospital and the experienced doctors definitely increased the chance of success. Money really did know no bounds.

You patted Jess’ hands softly. You knew the past couple of days weren’t kind to her if her disheveled state was any indication. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from sadness, not only for Jess, for the baby, but also for what he had became.

You sometimes wondered if it was you that pushed him into the very edge.

Had you listened to his side, would he be like this?

“Anything for you. You know that,” you assured her, offering her a warm, encouraging smile. It was already late at night when you and Ari went to the hospital, with Ari handling everything for them like the dependable man that you initially knew him to be. You willingly went with the stranger that he was just like the hopeless case that you were. You only finally breathed when the doctors said the operation was a success, that the little boy only had to recover and then he could finally go home.

Through all that, you never once looked at Ari. Regardless of your coldness to him, you constantly felt his eyes on you. Regardless of the space you kept putting in between the two of you, you still felt his hands constantly touching you.

What perhaps was your tipping point was seeing him genuinely cared for the well-being of his god son. You knew Ari. You could see in his eyes the fondness he had for baby Ishmael, and the way his eyes lit with compassion as he assured his friends that everything was going to turn out just fine. However, if he was remorseful, he didn’t show it.

The sound of the suite door opening snapped your from your reverie, prompting you to look at Isaac first, and then to him.

Isaac was Jess’ pillar as their world almost fell apart, holding her hand through all the debacles life threw their way. Despite it all, Isaac swore he would rather suffer with Jess than to be happy with someone else. And you could see that. The moment Isaac’s eyes found Jess’, it was apparent that the heavy burden he was holding on his shoulder became lighter. The way Jess looked at Isaac as if their souls were speaking, like they were the only ones in a crowded room, that everything was going to be okay as long as they had each other. It was the love that was warm, and safe, and calm.

And that was the kind of love you hoped for.

That was the kind of love you almost had with him.

And then your eyes shifted to the one still in your heart, only to find him looking intently at you. He didn’t know how to tell you, but now that you were near, he felt calmer. When he let you leave, it was as though his entire world had shifted, disturbing the very ground he stood on, awakening each crevices of the already existing cracks in his very soul. You walked away and his world turned dark.

If you had any idea how much you were loved by him, if you had any idea how you were the only one who could keep the light in his life, that if you leave again he would forever be the darkness itself…would you accept him? If you had an ounce of idea, would you run to the hills?

“Come,” Ari called you, his voice deep as he reached to hold your hand, “let’s give them space.”

“You like pasta, right?” Ari asked absentmindedly, his eyes not straying off the menu he was handed by the attendant as soon as he stepped in the exclusive restaurant. The attendant took one looked at him and immediately assisted them. You knew this place as you had been here before. You knew one needed a reservation for this place, and yet Ari strolled in like he owned the place.

He looked like he owned the place.

It didn’t take long before all the food he ordered came. You were relieved food came so swift because the way Ari was looking at you was starting to feel excruciating.

“You plan on eating all of these?” You asked bewilderedly as the waiter continuously placed artful and mouthwatering plates on the table.

“Ari, I know you have big appetite but there is no way you can eat all of these,” you scolded before finally noticing how he did that thing as he always did. He was giving you portion of his food, as if it was innate in him to do so. And you got hurt all over again.

“What are you doing?” You asked coldly, straightening your back and looking directly at his clueless face, as if he did nothing wrong. He ceased cutting his steak slowly, glancing at you before letting go of his utensils.

“I-I just thought you’d like to taste what I ordered-“

“Did I ask you to do that?”

“Well, no-“

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” you snapped reproachfully, a tone he never heard you used before. You hated this. How could he be so thoughtful one moment and be the villainous man the next?

He nodded, biting his lower lip unsurely before offering you a small smile apologetically. “Force of habit.”

You observed him, truly observed him. You didn’t know why, you had no explanation as to why you didn’t notice that he lost weight. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping properly evidenced by the dark bags under his eyes. His hair was definitely longer now, just an inch past his broad shoulders. Perhaps, the suit he wore hid the changes in his body. Or maybe, your remorse and sorrow made you blind.

He was eating slower, and his posture made it seemed like he was making himself smaller. And your heart ached, but this time it was for him.

Perhaps, the thing that you were still failing to see was that underneath it all, he was just the young child wanting to be loved, lashing out because he couldn’t get the love he craved for.

“We need to talk,” you announced in defeat after a moment of silence, after suffering through a quiet dinner.

Ari sipped from his glass of wine, regarding you over the glass before gesturing for you to speak.

“What did you mean by giving you a chance?”

“Going on dates, knowing where you are, you not running from me.”

“Until when?”

He couldn’t answer that, because there was no limit to this love. There were no specific number or days, weeks, months, years that you could give him and they still wouldn’t be enough… there was just no end to his love.

“I can’t do this, Ari. You know I can’t,” you enunciated to him, because you knew, you just knew you couldn’t survive another heartache from him. If you let him, you knew you would find yourself in his orbit again, uncaring of the hurricane that he unleashed, of the darkness inside of him. If you let yourself forget, you knew all those years running would be for nothing.

“I’ll take what you can give. I just can’t live without you.” He said it as if it was a fact, as if he was talking about the weather, as if he was not pouring his heart out to you.

“You told me that you’re going to be honest with me from now on. Were you telling the truth?”

“I am.”

“Then can I trust you to not have me followed around?” You asked him and you saw him visibly froze. Ari was having a hard time with what you were asking of him, the controlling side of him fighting to know you were okay, to know you were safe. But he also recognized that he had to step back, that if he didn’t honor your wishes, he wouldn’t have all of you. That if he got you to stay, it was because he left you no choice.

He didn’t want that.

He wanted you to choose him because you loved him..like you made him feel before.

But how could he silence the demons in his mind?

“Can I trust you not to control my life like my father did?” You added when you noticed his calculating look, and you knew you had to say this.

With his jaw clenched tight, he perused. “You have my word.”

“Can I trust you not to go back on your word?”

Ari chuckled under his breath, his arm resting comfortably on the table. He leaned in, touching the back of his hand on your cheek. He was watching his hand on your skin fascinatingly, before saying in a conversationalist tone, “Sweetheart, if I wanted to, I could just take you. You are so little I can just snatch you over my shoulders, and no one here would stop me. Not even your bodyguard. Not even your father. Not even your family. I would take you somewhere remote, somewhere with just the two of us. We do need an alone time, darling. We’ll stay there until you learn to love me again, or maybe until we start a family of our own. A little you running around…And this time, you wouldn’t be able to escape.”

Your breath hitched when he reached your lips, caressing them once. You gulped as you listened to him, your heart beat louder as he painted a picture of the ways he could keep you, of his prowess that he was merely suppressing.

Ari’s blue eyes found yours again before offering you a smile, “But I won’t do that. Because you’re giving me another chance…right darling?”

It was a miracle that Ari let you leave by your own. He only watched you with his dark eyes as you walked out of the restaurant. You kept looking behind your back to see if anyone was following you, but you didn’t find anyone. It was a strange thing to trust Ari’s words, but you did somehow. You didn’t know if it was stupidity, or the way he was tonight. But you knew he wasn’t going back on his words.

With you hands on your coat, you walked serenely, digesting everything that happened today. And it was a lot. You wondered how you were going to tell everything to Bucky, but at the very least you had the right mind to message him what you had to do. He only asked if you were okay and to call him if you needed saving. He implied several times throughout the message that he was going to ruin Ari’s pretty hair if he hurt you in any way.

Your thoughts started running a mile, the future seemed daunting. You didn’t know what to do. You were so lost in your thoughts it took you a moment to feel the steady drops of the rain, slowly and then all at once. Unconsciously, you turned around and ran. It was hours later though when you realized what you had done.

Yet again, you came for him without any questions.

Your breath was ragged when you reached the restaurant, your hair dripping from the rain. You were mindless of your state, you were only thinking of Ari.

Like a despondent masterpiece, one that people would looked at, only to wonder what made such a beauty so sad- there he was, standing outside the restaurant, with his hand deep in his pocket. His posture would almost appeared to be nonchalant, but the way his hand trembled in his pocket gave him away. The way his arm was rigid did not fool you. The rain still petrified him. And you realized that seeing him terrified upset your very being.

You walked to him as you fished the umbrella you had in your purse, opened it, and held it up to him as you faced the road. Ari suddenly didn’t feel the drops of the rain, waking him from his stupor. Suddenly, the rain couldn’t touched him. And when he looked down, he noted that it was all because of you.

The love of his life returned.

“You came back,” he said in unrestrained wonder.

You scoffed, “This does not mean anything.”

It did.

You stepped out of the bus, the cold wind and the resumption of the drizzling rain made you hugged your coat a little tighter. You should not have been taken a back to see your confidant and friend, Bucky, leaning against the post with a nonchalant look on his face, in his hand was a black umbrella. Wordlessly, he walked near you, opening the umbrella and holding it above the two of you.

You looked up at his tall frame and his at eased body. His hand was comfortably resting in his pocket as the other one held the umbrella up. He side-eyed you before rolling his eyes at you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for leaving the house,” you started, the feeling that you did something wrong was resurfacing now that you were beside Bucky. For heaven’s sake, he risked his life and lost his job because of his loyalty and friendship to you. And what did you do?

You made deal with the devil himself.

“I’m sorry for not asking you first-“

“Princess, stop it,” he admonished you, narrowing his eyes at you for good measure. “You did nothing wrong. You’re a grown ass, smart woman capable of making her own decisions. Anyone who thinks that they can control you are idiots. Also, ew, I’m not your captor.”

You chuckled at his lengthy anecdote of your own capabilities and that you were an independent woman who could make your own way in the world.

“-foolish, dim-witted men thinking they can control you.”

You couldn’t help but let out the burst of laughter you had been holding since he started his verbal onslaught.

“Are you calling my father dim-witted, foolish, stupid, and idiot?”

He didn’t even pause to think and just nodded his head. “I’ve always wondered how a man such as him could produce smart and well-emotionally adjusted daughters.”

You wrinkled your nose, “It’s a wonder, right? I guess we’ll never know.”

You were almost near the house when Bucky discreetly looked behind you. “You know what tonight’s wonder is? He didn’t have you followed.”

“I asked him to let me go.”

“And he said yes?”

“He did.”

“Hmm.”

“So…what do you think I should do?”

He scoffed and looked at you as he opened the front door. He didn’t even look thoughtful as he led you in the house. “I don’t know, maybe start being honest to yourself.”

“As if you’re honest to yourself!” You shot back, clutching your hand to your chest as though you were angered by his statement.

“I am-“

“So you admit you’re head over heels over my sister?”

He chuckled before shaking his head, his eyes dark and serious when he answered, “I’m not delusional, princess. I know what I feel for her. And what I feel for her is more than that.”

The night was equally never-ending and brief, and yet, you stayed up staring at the ceiling with your phone clutched carefully in your hand. You had been contemplating what your next step would be, and Bucky’s words echoed in your head. You found it difficult to make a decision, too scared to make a wrong one and yet, too tired to stay at the same place you were stuck on.

You heard heavy footsteps and the front door closing, and you knew Bucky was out for the day. The sun was steadily rising, the light seeping through the thin curtains. Without another thought, you dialed Ari’s number.

Perhaps, you didn’t expect him to answer his phone seeing as it was still early. Perhaps, you were even wishing he wouldn’t answer, but he did. The phone only rang twice before you heard his baritone, groggy voice on the other line. You didn’t even let him finish when you abruptly sputtered on your condition.

“Three dates.”

Ari paused for a moment, his languid mind yet to make sense of what you said. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today, darling.”

You jumped when you saw him requesting a video call. And yet, you accepted.

“There’s my pretty woman,” he mumbled, a small smile spreading on his face as he looked at you. Ari looked handsome when he was up and awake, but if anyone saw him just as he was waking with his messy hair, his beard, and if anyone heard how he sound in the morning, they would say he was more than beautiful. He was magnificent. “How did I get so lucky to have someone as spectacular as you?”

You wrinkled your nose at him, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Ari.”

He lifted his eyebrow and chuckled, his laughter deep. “It’s not flattery when I’m telling nothing but the truth, sweetheart.”

“Three dates.”

You saw his eyebrows lifted, confused as to what you were saying.

“I’ve thought about it. I computed and the result revealed that three dates are the most optimal number of dates for the chance-“

“Wait, hold on. You computed?”

“Yes.”

“What formula did you use?”

You paused before frowning at him, “Keep asking and we’ll be down to two dates.”

Ari pursed his lips, his smile wide as he closed his eyes. From this angle you could see that he was once again sleeping bare-chested. You swore that this man was allergic to clothes when he was sleeping. His chest hair was peeking, he looked comfortable. And now you hated how you missed sleeping in his arms.

“You know normally, deals have further conversations to hear both sides,” he started, his voice conversationalist as if he was talking about the weather. “We have counteroffers to ensure that we get the best out of the deal.”

You wanted to point out that there was a reason why you didn’t go in a business school, but you instead asked him what he wanted.

“I want access to you, darling. Like we used to have. If I only have three dates with you, I want it all.”

“But what-“ you started protesting when he cut you off, his blue eyes piercing as he stared heavily at you.

“And in turn, I’ll tell you all that you want to know.”

You saw Ari waiting for you inside the coffee shop. He looked grumpy, yet what you noticed was instead of his fancy, probably too-expensive clothes that he had been wearing, he was sporting a much simpler look. He was wearing what he used to wear back in the town. Similar to a moth drawn to a flame, his eyes found yours. You smiled exaggeratedly, waving annoyingly at him from the window before entering the coffee shop, the chosen meeting place. You looked around as you entered, noting several women looking at his form. You couldn’t even blame them because he really looked like he stepped out of the imagination of one when you hear the world ‘Masculine’.

And yet, darling his eyes were only for you.

“You’re late, darling,” he greeted you, in front of him was a hot cup of coffee that had long cooled off, and a pastry.

“Time is just an illusion, according to Einstein. Who am I to refute the claim of the smartest man to ever walk the earth?”

He scoffed before gesturing for the waiter. Within a minute, an iced coffee was set in front of you, as well as your favorite pastry. And all of what he ordered in advanced were your favorites.

“Einstein wasn’t the most intelligent man to ever walk the earth, sweetheart. In fact, he wasn’t even on the top ten highest IQ-“

“How do you even know that?” You inquired him, both finding it weird and amazing how his brain worked.

He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, “I read it somewhere.”

“Ari!” You almost jumped from the surprise of children running to him. You weren’t familiar with the place. He drove for an hour out of the city before arriving at this homey, yet spacious place. You turned to look at Ari and you found him kneeling down to hug the children. Their toothless grin, their wander-filled eyes, and their excited voices warmed your heart.

“You’re back, Mr. Levinson,” a middle-aged woman greeted him with a pleasant smile on her face. Ari stood up as he messed with the little boy’s hair. “And you brought a guest!”

“Cleo, this is my fiancé, Y/N,” he introduced you in a way that had you glaring at him before smiling sweetly at the good-natured woman. “Darling, this is Cleo. She’s one of the main caretaker of the place and the children.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Cleo offered you her hand, shaking it gently. “The kids have been constantly asking Ari when he’d have wife of his own. I thought he’d never find someone for him since he’s so workaholic. But I’m glad to finally meet you!”

You blushed as you looked at Ari, finding it harder to refute his claim with these many children looking up at you with excitement in her eyes. And Cleo looked at you like you were already his wife.

And Ari, oh Ari was just smug enough to wrap his beefy arm around your shoulder. He even had the audacity to kiss the top of your head lovingly knowing that you couldn’t do anything in front of the children. Ari looked like he was enjoying this, and you were already plotting how you would take your revenge.

“Come inside, let me show you around, Mrs. Levinson,” Cleo smiled as she walked inside the place.

“Oh, I’m not-“

“She said let’s go Mrs. Ari Levinson,” Ari whispered before once again, placing a kiss on your cheek. He hummed as he pulled your hand and guided you inside.

The place looked well-kept, nothing like the other charity places you had been to whenever your father wanted to flex his money and pretend like he cared about the people. This place looked like it was filled with hope, like the people working here actually cared instead of just working for this for money. The place even had access to good education, health, as well as psychologist that the children could see. It saddened you though to hear how some of these children were abandoned from the very young age, some were abused, and some were orphaned.

Ari brought food for everyone, even spending time to play with them. And by the time the children had to rest, he found you sitting on the swing on the playground. He sat down quietly, offering you a smile.

“When did you start this?”

He looked up, the afternoon sun shining on his face. It took him a moment to say something. “When I turned eighteen, as soon as I had access to a portion of my trust fund. My father brought me to one of his charities. But then he wanted to close this one, claiming that he better used his money to something that can generate more money, that greedy bastard. I couldn’t let the children be homeless,” he shrugged as though it wasn’t much of a big deal, as if this didn’t prove that he was indeed a good person, a hero. You were feeling conflicted because he started out as your hero, too…and now he was your personal villain.

“You really care about them, don’t you?” You whispered, looking intently at his serene face.

“I do. I don’t want any children to grow up without anything, to grow up with people who didn’t know how to love them. I guess..I don’t want anyone to experience what I experienced…the feeling of hopelessness was something I swore to never feel again.”

“You’re a good man, Ari,” you whispered softly, offering him a smile for the first time since that happened.

He observed you for a moment, an intense emotion passing his face before he stood up and kneeled in front of you, holding chains on each side of you to steady you before running his huge hand on your hair. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on yours.

“You know I’ll never be cruel to any of our children, right?” He asked you as you looked into his eyes. “I’ll love them all equally. I’ll love them the way my mother loved me, the way that is right. I’ll take care of them…of you. My family will always come first to me.”

You nodded because you knew deep inside you that Ari just wanted a family of his own, that he’d take care of them because that was who he was. You knew he’d love his family so deeply, you knew he’d protect them. And if you were being honest, you sometimes lie awake at night and thought of what would have been your life with Ari. Your foolish heart yearned for that future where you and him lived happily.

“And my heart would be only for their mother. I’d only have eyes for her…for you. I’ll only ever love you.”

The second date happened days after his heartfelt expression of his love for you. You weren’t pretentious to claim that what he said didn’t move you. Because you were there, you saw it, you felt it, and you knew him.

But still, a heart that had been burned once was terrified of trusting, of taking the leap of faith.

Your annoying phone woke you up from an exceptional dream, one that included an extremely handsome man. With a grunt, you answered your phone. “It’s five in the morning, I was dreaming of Glen Powell, why on earth are you calling me?”

“Who the fuck is that man?”

“My crush. Now what do you want?”

“Silence, sweetheart. I’m googling who that is,” Ari answered with a dark voice, his face full of concentration.

“What do you want?” You repeated with an annoyed huff, your eyes closing on its own.

“I’m waiting for you near the bus station. We’re going on our second date, darling.”

You closed your eyes and contemplated on the deal you made. You meant, was that a really good deal? Maybe you could risk breaking the deal off for a few minutes of sleep? You thought that was worth it. Maybe you could move again to another town, one that was far from Ari just for an additional minutes of sleep.

With an irritated groan, you sat up. You hated making people wait ever since you were young. You felt like it was disrespect to them, and now you loathed your principles.

With an irritated glare, you climbed in the car and closed the door with more force than necessary. You were about to launch your tirade when Ari lifted an iced coffee and food to you, smiling innocently at you before blinking owlishly.

You mumbled your thanks as he started driving leisurely, his muscular arm resting on the side of his door, the other one effortlessly holding the steering-wheel.

“You know, Glen Powell is only six feet tall.”

You looked at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“I’m just saying…I’m 6’4,” he added cooly, side-eyeing you long enough to see you raised your brows.

“A-are you competing with an actor that has rock-hard abs?” You asked in disbelief with a chuckle in your voice. You were enjoying seeing this huge man sulking and jealous of someone who would never knew who you were in this lifetime.

“I have abs,” he mumbled incoherently, muttering how he should be the only man you had a crush on.

The sun had already shone above you when you woke up from your sleep. You turned to see Ari humming quietly along the song. He was now sporting dark sunglasses. He turned to smile at you when he saw you waking up. You noticed that the seat was now leaning back, allowing you to sleep more comfortably, draped on you was a jacket that smelled just like him. You couldn’t help but answer him back with a smile of your own.

“We’re almost there, sweetheart.”

‘There’ turned out to be a stunning beach with its white sand, blue water, and an almost empty shore. Ari led you to a white, beach house. In his hand was your and his carryon, in his other was your hand clutched securely in his. The house had a homey feeling in it. You watched him as he placed the bags in a room.

“You own this?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answered from across the room. “I inherited this from my mom.”

The place turned out to be the most treasured place of his mother. She had been meaning to bring Ari here when she unfortunately met her demise. He wouldn’t even know this place existed had he not discovered it through a lawyer, one that his father omitted on telling. You looked around the place, admiring the neat look, the wooden flooring, and the bright aura it had. You also noticed upon your snooping around that the place only had one bedroom. You found Ari preparing food in the kitchen. He was now sporting a shorts you were used on seeing on him whenever he ran. His taut bottom was making you melt that you physically had to tear your eyes away from him.

“The place only has one bedroom,” you mused your thoughts as you neared him, grabbing an apple and biting on it as you waited for him to say something. He looked at you, his eyes amused as he raised his brows.

“Oh?”

“Yes, oh.”

Ari stopped preparing the food and within a minute, he prowled to you, his form like a predator. He didn’t stop, not when he was a foot away from you, not when he was practically on you. Ari trapped you with his muscular arms on either side of you, he was so close that you could feel the heat emitting from his body. He was so near that you could feel his hardness.

Your breath hitched as he looked at you with unrestrained heat in his eyes.

“You shared my bed every night back then,” he whispered in your ear, his beard tickling your neck that you had to put your hands on his chest, the apple long forgotten. You couldn’t move him even if you put all your weight. “You slept in my arms so peacefully each night.” Ari ran his hand to your smooth neck, down to the middle of your chest, and slowly to your stomach. His breath deep as he growled lowly, “I felt you come apart on my cock each night. I know what you feel like from the inside.”

“That was before-“

“What’s the difference, my sweet darling? Didn’t you say time is just an illusion? Hmm?” He teased as he inhaled the alluring scent of your neck, making you breathe harder.

You could feel your core tingling from his well-crafted words, could feel your knees weaken that your last ditch effort was to push him once again. And to your surprised, he let you moved him with a promise or a threat in his eyes.

You panted as you held his darkened eyes. With a forced smile, you said, “Let’s go for a swim!” You were hoping that he’d dropped the act.

Yet, you were wrong.

You were about to run to the water with an excited smile on your face, your barefoot touching the sand when you felt a strong arm wrapped around your midsection and before you knew it, Ari was lifting you effortlessly to the chaise lounge. He set you down gently, sitting you in front of him as he grabbed the sunblock. He could feel your dissent before you even voiced it.

“Don’t fight me on this, darling. I don’t want you getting sunburnt.”

But what should be an innocent act turned out to be a sensuous one. He made sure that you were covered, even under your bathing suit. His hand gently spreading the lotion on your back, and even dipping mischievously near your heaving chests.

You grabbed his thick wrist, your fingers couldn’t even touch due to his width.

“I know what you’re doing, Ari,” you tutted at him, fixing him with your glare. “You’re seducing me.”

He smirked at you as he tilted his head, “That depends, darling. Are you seduced?”

Extremely.

Yet, what you did was push him away before walking to the water. You needed to cool yourself off. The water was to your chest when you turned around to further glare at Ari when you couldn’t see any trace of him. You roamed your eyes to the shore, looking for him. You would admit you were somehow displaced when you couldn’t see him. Your thoughts were running a mile a second because you weren’t a very good swimmer! What if he drowned? What if you could find him but couldn’t pull him up because of how heavy he was? You would forced him to lose his muscles once you saved him you swore to God. What if he-

You shrieked when you felt a hand gripped your ankle and before you knew it, Ari resurfaced with his laughters.

The two of you spent the afternoon like the old times, full of happiness and childlike teasings. You laughed more than you did for the past month. And he in turn looked like the Ari you knew, one that was full of good things in him.

It was hours later when you watched Ari humming as he set the table. You were almost certain that his love language was acts of service seeing as he always made sure you were taken care of by him. He smiled at you as your neared the table he set outside the house, one that was overlooking the ocean. The table was filled with candles, illuminating the delicious dishes he prepared for the dinner. You could hear the peaceful sounds of the ocean kissing the shore.

Ari was now wearing an unbuttoned white shirt, the hair on his chest peeking. He pulled the chair for you before telling you that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. You felt your cheeks heating up. In return, you shrugged and told him that he was second to Glen Powell and Jungkook of BTS.

You hummed in appreciation once you took a bite of his food. He beamed in pride before digging on his own food. “You know, you could really open up your own restaurant.”

He chuckled, “I could, but it’s not my dream.”

“What, is your dream to wear suits all day and talk about portfolios and mergers and strategic alliances?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment, his eyes content as he looked at you. “This may seem like a cliche…but my dream is to be happy.”

“And are you?”

“I am now.”

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Obsidian Stain and Sin

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Ari Levinson x Female!Reader, soft!dark Curtis Everett x Female!Reader, Ari x Reader x Curtis Word Count: 8.1k Summary: You've thought of getting your first tattoo for quite a while. When you walk into Obsidian Stain Studio, you experience services beyond anything you bargained for.

Content/Warnings: tattooing/needles, DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit smut, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, kissing, anal play/rimming (female receiving), eating it from behind, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, size kink, manhandling, fade to black/abrupt ending

Author Notes: I've had this idea all summer. I've been eager to write it, but literally the muse only kept teasing me with it until literally about six hours ago when she said, WE'RE DOING THIS, AND WE'RE DOING THIS NOW, so it's almost late/maybe it's still you're birthday week for a hot minute in some time zone, but I'm slipping this to you @stargazingfangirl18 for your Birthday Bonenanza! Literally, when I tell you that when you originally tagged me in the announcement, and I read over the myriad of prompts, I thought, "Oh, wow, this is so tattoo Curtis and Ari coded, it HAS TO happen for Siri's birthday..." that's really how my brain thought it was finally going to get the jump on working on this. But then no. Then that other Steve story happened, and I was stoked about that. Then the new chapter for Nomad Steve, and I thought, ah well, still fun stuff, maybe someday this, and then AT THE LAST MOMENT, Muse pulled a plot twist. So here's some ruinous hoe shit. Multiple dialogue prompts from the challenge are used here, and you'll find them in bold.

A/N 2: Shout out to @vonalyn for a few convos hashing out some of this concept!

You are surprised by the tinkling of a classic bell hanging over the door that rings pleasantly as you enter the tattoo parlor.

A man behind the reception desk immediately looks up to greet you. He doesn’t shoot you a phony, business-y smile, but his demeanor is still warm and approachable. “Welcome,” he greets you. “Walk-in or appointment?” he asks.

“Um, walk-in,” you manage. In a black t-shirt with shoulders that are nearly bursting through the fabric, lush hair and beard, and striking blue eyes, he’s more than an impressive specimen. “If you’ve got an opening?” you quickly add.

“Sure, we can take you,” he says. His gaze flicks to a scheduling book in front of him on the counter. “A couple of the boys are on break or about to finish up with other clients. Your first time here, yes?”

You nod. “First tattoo ever.”

“Oh,” he says, and his eyes brighten. “Even better. Let’s get you booked in.”

He takes your name, email, and phone number to set up a profile for you in their system. There are some electronic consent forms that he takes you through and has you agree to and sign on an iPad, and then he takes asks a few questions about what you’re interested in.

“Based off what you have in mind, Curtis might be the best artist, but he won’t be finished for maybe an hour.”

“Ah,” you look at your watch. It was a bit of an impromptu idea for you to drop in to get the tattoo this afternoon, and you had time, but you had probably been foolish thinking a walk-in was any sort of good idea.

“But,” he interjects, “I’ve got two other guys who are excellent, and either one of them should be ready to take you pretty soon. Take a seat just over there, and I’ll go check in with them and get a call on time for you. I’ll also grab you a drink. Pick your poison - we’ve got water or Coke products.”

You give him your preference, and he nods and smiles.

“Right then, sit tight, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He disappears around the corner, and you do as you’ve been told and take a seat on one of the black leather couches in the lobby.

Now you have time to really take in your surroundings. The walls are black with white moldings at the floor and ceiling, and the hardwood floors are a warm walnut. Everything is dark but clean. Classic but clearly in line with current trends. On the wall behind the desk, there’s a gorgeous, white-lettered feature with shop name - Obsidian Stain Studio - that’s sleek and impressive. On the wall next to you, there are ten framed pieces of art on the wall in a mix of sizes, some of them hand-drawn artwork, and the rest photos of finished tattoos on skin.

You’re nervous but determined not to be, so you cross your legs and try to keep your anxious energy limited to just running your fingers back and forth over the edge of your phone. Looking at the different designs on the wall does serve to capture your attention, though, and quell your nerves slightly.

The man working reception returns and hands you the drink. “We should have you back there in a chair in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Great,” you respond, and the nerves kick up a notch, but it’s with a surge of excitement.

This is happening.

You take a sip of your drink, grateful for something to occupy your hands. The cool liquid helps soothe your nerves a bit. As you wait, you observe a few other clients entering and leaving the shop checking in or paying as they leave. Some sport fresh bandages, while others are clearly here for consultations, clutching sketches or reference photos.

The buzzing of tattoo machines creates a constant backdrop of sound, occasionally punctuated by muffled laughter or conversation from the back rooms. The atmosphere is more relaxed than you expected, nineties music underscoring it all.

As you wait, a couple emerges from behind the partition separating the lobby from the work area. They're both grinning, the woman cradling her forearm gently. Her companion is animatedly discussing something with her, gesturing excitedly. You catch a glimpse of fresh ink on her skin as they pass – a vibrant butterfly with intricate, colorful wings.

The sight makes your heart race a little faster. Soon, that'll be you walking out with fresh art on your body. The thought is both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

But you won’t be walking out with a friend or partner.

Your gaze wanders back to the artwork on the walls. One piece in particular catches your eye – an intricate mandala design with flowing lines and delicate detail. You find yourself drawn to its symmetry and complexity.

"Which one’s got your attention?" a voice asks, startling you from your reverie. You look up to see someone you can only describe as a lion of a man standing before you. All of his attention is focused on you like you’re his next prey. He towers over you with a mane of golden brown hair that’s grown out to tuck nicely behind his ears and curls out at his neck. He’s got a broad chest and shoulders covered in a denim shirt with a few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. You can see peeks of ink mingled with some chest hair as well as intricate designs over his forearms. His dark blue eyes are zeroed in on you in a way that both unsettles and steadies you at the same time.

You point at the mandala, and the man smiles. “That’s one of Steve’s. He says you’re here for your first tattoo.”

“He… wait, is that Steve?” You nod and glance over at the man at the front desk who’s now consulting with an older man and showing him a few designs.

“Yep, he owns the place and loves to work the front almost as much as the back with the rest of us. I’m Ari, by the way.” He puts his hand out, inviting you to shake hands.

You push up from the couch, stand, and offer your hand for the shake. It’s engulfed easily by his big, warm, calloused hand.

“I’m the one who’s going to make your first time special.”

Your heart stutters and your face flushes. He didn’t just… your mind races. Did he?

He chuckles and drops your hand quickly. “Follow me,” he says and turns and begins striding into the back.

You fall into step behind Ari, your eyes inevitably drawn to his broad shoulders and the confident swagger in his step. The back area is an open space divided into several stations with partial walls, each with its own tattoo chair and equipment, creating semi-private booths. Ari leads you to one in the back corner.

"Have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair.

You perch on the edge, your nerves returning full force. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and ink.

He pulls up a rolling stool and sits, leaning in close. "So, tell me about this tattoo you want."

You explain your idea - a simple constellation of stars for your zodiac sign - watching as his blue eyes light up with interest. He nods along, occasionally asking questions or offering suggestions. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself relaxing despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Alright, I think I know what you're after," Ari says, reaching for a sketchpad. "Let me rough out a design for you."

You watch, mesmerized, as Ari's hand moves swiftly across the paper. His brow furrows in concentration, and you find yourself studying the angles of his face, the way his beard accentuates his strong jaw. Within minutes, he presents you with a design that takes your breath away.

"What do you think?" he asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

The constellation is there, just as you imagined, but Ari has added subtle details that elevate it beyond your expectations. Delicate lines connect the stars, and a hint of shadowing gives the piece depth and movement.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the sketch.

Ari grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Great. Now, let's talk placement."

You indicate the spot you've chosen - your inner wrist. Ari nods approvingly. "Good choice. Nice and visible, but easy to cover if needed. Mind if I take a look?"

You extend your arm, and Ari gently takes your wrist in his large hands. His touch is surprisingly soft as he examines the area, his fingers tracing the spot where your tattoo will soon be. You can't help but notice the contrast between his rough, inked skin and your own unmarked flesh.

"Nice canvas," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Skin's good here. This'll work well." He looks up, catching your eye. "Ready to get started?"

You nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest.

“You’re a sweet, innocent thing, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth but shut it again, unsure how to respond, and he brushes his thumb over the pulse on your inner wrist, and you think you see his eyes darken.

He releases your wrist and turns to prepare his equipment. You’re frozen in place, but luckily that’s fine as it’s not necessary for you to move. You watch as he efficiently sets up his station, laying out ink caps, adjusting his machine, and pulling on a fresh pair of black latex gloves. The buzz of the tattoo machine as he tests it sends a jolt of excitement and nervousness through you.

"Alright, I'm going to clean the area now," he says, swabbing your wrist.

His touch is clinical now, professional, as he prepares your skin. The cool antiseptic makes you shiver slightly.

"Cold?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"A little," you admit.

"Don't worry, I’ll have you warm soon enough," he says with a wink that makes your cheeks flush.

Ari places the stencil on your wrist, pressing it gently to transfer the design. When he peels it away, you see the outline of your constellation on your skin for the first time. It sends a thrill through you - this is really happening.

"Make sure you’re happy with the placement before we start," he instructs. "This is your last chance to change your mind."

You focus to examine the design on your skin more closely, heart racing. It looks even better than you imagined.

"It's perfect," you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Ari grins. "Alright then, let's make it permanent. You ready?"

You nod, settling back into the chair and extending your arm.

Ari takes your arm gently, positioning it just so on the armrest. "Now, I need you to stay as still as possible," he says, his voice low and soothing. "It's going to hurt a bit, especially at first. But I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can."

The buzz of the machine fills your ears as Ari brings the needle to your skin. You hold your breath, bracing for the pain.

The first touch of the needle is a sharp, burning sensation that makes you wince. Ari pauses, his eyes flicking to your face. "You okay?"

You nod, determined. "I'm fine. Keep going."

“Move an inch, and you’ll be sorry.”

You open your mouth wordlessly again, and he laughs.

“Only joking. I know you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You bite your lip and nod, something fluttering in your stomach, mixing wickedly with your nerves and the uncertainty around this man who skirts between being casual, soothing your nerves, concentration on his craft, and making these comments that insinuate and evoke wholly inappropriate thoughts.

He smiles, then concentrates back on your wrist and resumes his work. Gradually, the initial shock of pain fades into a more manageable discomfort. You find yourself relaxing, mesmerized by the steady movement of Ari's hand and the way the muscles in his biceps move and flex.

As Ari continues, your eyes shift to his face. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his blue eyes focused intently on your skin. There's something mesmerizing about watching him work, seeing the care and precision he puts into every line. The buzz of the machine becomes almost soothing, a constant backdrop to the occasional murmur of voices from other stations.

"So," Ari says after a while, breaking the silence without looking up from his work, "what made you decide to get your first tattoo today?"

You hesitate, unsure how much to share. "It's… kind of a long story."

Ari glances up, a small smile playing on his lips. "We've got time. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

You take a deep breath, wincing slightly as the needle hits a sensitive spot. "I've been thinking about it for a while. But today… today felt like it was finally the day to take the leap."

"Spontaneous decision, huh? Those can be the best kind."

You nod, feeling the heat creep up your neck. "I guess I just wanted to do something for myself. Something permanent.”

Ari nods thoughtfully, his eyes still focused on your wrist. "Sometimes we need a physical reminder of the changes we're making inside," he says softly. "Something to look at and think, 'Yeah, I did that. I made that choice.'"

His words resonate with you, and you find yourself relaxing further. The pain has faded to a dull, almost pleasant sensation.

"So, what's your story?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "How did you get into tattooing?"

Ari chuckles, pausing to wipe away excess ink. "Now that's definitely a long story. But the short version? I was a troubled kid, got into some bad stuff. Tattooing saved me, gave me a purpose."

He glances up, meeting your eyes. "There's something powerful about creating permanent art on someone's body.”

The words send another thrill through your body and you nod, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens at his intense gaze. "I can see that," you manage to say.

Ari returns his attention to your wrist, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's intimate, you know? Creating something that becomes a part of someone forever."

The word 'intimate' hangs in the air between you, charged with unspoken tension. You're acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on your skin, the gentle pressure as he works.

“You’re the one Steve says I nearly got to mark for the first time,” a new voice startles you, and you jump slightly in your chair.

Ari tsks, but his left hand had been holding your arm down firmly.

The other man chuckles. “Sorry, sugar.”

He steps closer, coming into Ari’s booth. He looks to be slightly taller than Ari, and a shade leaner, but he’s still built with more muscles than the common man. His hair is dark, shorn close to his head, and a dark beard covers his angular jaw. Ice blue eyes pierce into you, and you fight hard to suppress an actual shiver running down your spine.

"Curtis," Ari says without looking up, his tone a mix of amusement and mild irritation. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Curtis leans against the partition, crossing his arms over his chest. The movement draws your attention to the intricate tattoos covering his forearms. He’s got more ink than Ari.

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Steve said we had a noteworthy first-timer."

You feel your face flush, unsure whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Curtis's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he looks you over.

"Well, now you've seen," Ari says, his voice tight. "Don't you have your own client to attend to?"

Curtis huffs. "Just finished up. Thought I'd come say hello." He turns his attention back to you. "How're you holding up, sweetheart? Ari treating you right?"

You nod, finding your voice. "He's been great," you manage to say, your voice a bit shaky. "It doesn't hurt as much as I expected."

Curtis grins, a glint in his eye. "Oh, Ari knows how to make it feel good, doesn't he?"

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks at the innuendo. Ari's hand tightens slightly on your wrist, and you see his jaw clench.

"Curtis," Ari says, his tone a clear warning.

Curtis holds up his hands. "Alright, alright. I can take a hint." He fixes his gaze once again on your face. "Maybe next time you'll let me be the one to mark you up. Lot more skin still to explore."

With that, he stalks away, leaving a charged atmosphere in his wake. You can feel the tension radiating off Ari as he resumes his work on your tattoo, his jaw clenched.

“Sorry about that,” Ari says after a moment, his voice low. "Curtis can be… intense."

You nod, still feeling flustered from the encounter. "It's okay," you manage to say, trying to calm your racing heart.

Ari looks up at you, his blue eyes searching your face. "You alright? Need a break?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm fine. Let's keep going."

He nods, returning his attention to your wrist. The buzz of the machine fills the silence between you once more. You try to focus on the sensation, the slight sting as the needle moves across your skin, rather than the lingering tension in the air.

After a few minutes, Ari speaks again. "You know, you don't have to let anyone pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with. Not here, not anywhere."

His words surprise you, and you meet his gaze. There's a protective glint in his eye, but he quickly returns his attention to your wrist. Ari's movements become more deliberate, almost possessive, as he continues working on your tattoo. The tension in the air is palpable, and you find yourself hyper-aware of every point of contact between your skin and his.

"Almost done," he murmurs after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all. "Just a few more touches."

You watch as he adds the final details, marveling at how the constellation seems to come to life on your skin. When he finally sits back, setting down the machine, you can't help but gasp.

"It's beautiful," you breathe.

Ari's eyes meet yours, a mixture of pride and something deeper in his gaze. “It suits you perfectly."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. Ari gently wipes away the last traces of excess ink, revealing the full beauty of your new tattoo. The stars seem to shimmer on your skin, the delicate lines connecting them creating a sense of movement and depth.

"Now, let's get this wrapped up and I'll go over the aftercare instructions with you," Ari says, reaching for a roll of clear film.

As he carefully covers your new tattoo, his fingers brush against your skin, sending little sparks of electricity through you. You can't help but notice how his large hands handle your wrist with such care and precision.

"There," he says, smoothing down the edges of the wrap. "All protected."

Ari walks you to the front, and your heart races when you see Steve and Curtis speaking quietly with their heads together. Ari clears his throat, and at the sight of you, Curtis nods, rakes his gaze over you once more. “Come back soon, sugar.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at Curtis's words, but Ari's steady presence beside you helps ground you. Steve steps forward, a warm smile on his face.

"How did it go?" he asks, his eyes flickering to your wrapped wrist.

"It was amazing," you reply, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. "Ari did an incredible job." You extend your wrist, showing off your new tattoo.

Steve nods approvingly. "Beautiful work. Ari’s one of our best. Let's get you checked out."

As Steve begins to ring up your work, Ari leans against the counter beside you. His arm brushes against yours, and you're acutely aware of his proximity.

"Remember," he says softly, his voice low enough that only you can hear, "take care of it. It's a part of you now."

You nod, shyly meeting his intense gaze, looking up at him through your lashes. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ari's eyes soften, and he reaches out, his fingers ghosting over the edge of the wrap on your wrist. "Good girl," he murmurs, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Steve clears his throat, breaking the moment. "All set," he says, handing you a receipt. "We hope to see you again soon."

You nod, suddenly feeling flustered. "Thank you," you manage to say, gathering your things.

As you turn to leave, Ari's hand catches your elbow gently. "Wait," he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small business card and presses it into your hand. "In case you have any questions about the aftercare. Or anything else."

Your fingers brush as you take the card, and you feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. You look down at the card, noting the personal cell phone number scrawled on it. "Thank you."

Ari's blue eyes lock with yours, intense and filled with unspoken promise.

You barely seem to turn away, but somehow manage to break off from the eye contact, and quickly rush out of Obsidian Stain Studio.

You keep Ari’s business card, but as the weeks go by, you don’t use it.

After a couple of months, you move the card from the spot next to where you keep your keys where you see it every day, into the top drawer of your desk. Out of frequent sight, but not out of mind completely.

It’s a solid six months before you return to Obsidian Stain again, but ultimately you do. The bell jingles above your head as you step inside.

The tattoo on your wrist had healed beautifully, and you loved seeing it on your skin. You had decided fairly soon afterwards that you wanted another tattoo, but even after saving up for your next one, it had taken you longer to decide whether to return Obsidian or not, the experience with Ari and encounters with Curtis leaving you torn between terrified and desperately curious to go back.

Ultimately the allure was too strong to deny.

But, more logically, although finally going in to get your first tattoo had been on a whim, you had been very thorough in narrowing down and exploring your options for months before. You knew they were one of the best in your area, especially for the style you wanted, and the price point you knew you could afford while still ensuring quality.

Unwilling to make an appointment, though, you were going to gamble on a walk-in again.

No one was immediately at the front desk, but at the sound of the bell, Steve quickly appears. “Welcome back,” he said, a broad grin on his face.

“Walk-in?” you ask, and remind him of your name.

“Oh, I remember you.” Steve beckons you forward. “Let me see that wrist,” he says.

You offer your arm with pride, and he smiles warmly.

“Looks good. You hit us on a slow day, perfect for a walk in. I’ll get you booked in, and then I’ll take you right back.”

You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as Steve leads you to the back. The familiar scent of antiseptic and ink fills your nostrils, bringing back memories of your last visit. Your eyes scan the room, half hoping and half dreading to see a certain tattooist.

"Curtis is free right now," Steve says, guiding you to a station. "He'll take good care of you."

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Curtis's name. You remember his intense gaze, his bold words from your last visit. Part of you is disappointed it's not Ari, but another part is intrigued.

Curtis looks up as you approach, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look who's back," he says, his ice blue eyes locking onto yours.

You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very exposed under his gaze. "Hi," you manage evenly.

Curtis's eyes rake over you. "I was hoping you'd come back to us," he says, his voice low and smooth. "What can I do for you today, sugar?"

You begin to explain the design you have in mind - a delicate, line art floral piece. As you talk, Curtis listens intently, occasionally nodding or asking questions. His focus is entirely on you, making you feel both nervous and oddly thrilled.

“And where do you want it?” he finally asks.

You trace an area of your other arm - opposite of the one with your inked-up wrist — moving your above, over, and below the crook of your elbow.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You sure?”

Your eyes shoot to his. “Yes?” an edge of hesitation now in your voice at his query.

He narrows his eyes slightly, then shakes his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No. A piece like this could work well there, but that’s not where you want me to put this.”

“It… isn’t?”

“No, it should go here,” he says, and he reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly over your ribs instead, causing you to shiver.

He gestures for you to take a seat in the chair. As you settle in, Curtis rolls his stool closer, leaning in. "Now, this is going to be a bit more intense than your wrist. You sure you're ready for it?"

You nod, trying to project confidence despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "I'm ready."

Curtis grins, a predatory glint in his eye. "That's what I want to hear from that pretty mouth. Now just sit tight and wait for me while I draw something up.”

Your heart races as you lean back in the chair, Curtis's words echoing in your mind, causing heat to pool in your core. You watch, mesmerized by the intensity of his focus. After a few minutes, he turns back to you, holding up the sketch.

"What do you think?" he asks.

Your breath catches in your throat. The design is beautiful - delicate flowers and vines intertwining in a way that would perfectly follow the curve of your ribs.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the design.

Curtis smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Alright then, let's get started. I'm going to need you to lift your shirt for me."

Your cheeks flush as you slowly raise the hem of your shirt, exposing your ribs. Curtis's eyes darken as they roam over your skin.

"Beautiful canvas," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You feel exposed, knowing your own soft belly and imperfections, but he looks at you in a way that has your head spinning, it’s a hunger that’s almost reverent.

“Better if you take your shirt off for me, sugar,” he says, his tone firm.

Head swirling, you don’t think to refuse, just do as you’re told. With trembling hands, you pull your shirt over your head, feeling incredibly vulnerable as you sit there in just your bra. Curtis's eyes roam over your exposed skin, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"That's better," he says, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's get you positioned just right."

His hands, surprisingly gentle, guide you to lie back and slightly to the side. You shiver as his fingers trail along your ribs, mapping out where the tattoo will go.

"Nervous?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

He already knows the answer, but you nod, not trusting your voice.

Curtis leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll take good care of you."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

Curtis begins to clean and prepare your skin, his touch clinical yet somehow still intimate. You try to steady your breathing, hyperaware of every point of contact between his hands and your body.

"Now, this is going to hurt more than your wrist did," Curtis warns, his voice low. "But I know you can take it. You're tougher than you look, aren't you, sugar?"

You nod, steeling yourself for the pain. The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the air, and then you feel the first bite of the needle against your skin. You gasp, your body tensing.

"Breathe," Curtis instructs, his free hand coming to rest on your hip, grounding you. "That's it, nice and steady."

As he works, Curtis surprisingly stokes and then keeps up a steady stream of conversation. Mostly it’s inquiry after inquiry, forcing you to focus on finding words, but his deep voice also helps to distract you from the pain. He asks about your life, your interests. You find yourself opening up, sharing more than you intended about your life, your dreams, your fears. His voice continues to provide the counterpoint to the buzz of the tattoo machine.

"You're doing so well," Curtis murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work. "Such a good girl for me."

The praise sends a shiver through you, and you bite your lip to stifle a small moan. Curtis notices, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he says, his voice low. "I like that."

Your cheeks flush, but you can't deny the thrill his words send through you. The pain of the tattoo blends into the sensations he’s evoking as his hands move with practiced precision across your skin.

"So, sugar, what made you come back for more ink?" he asks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work.

You take a shaky breath before answering. "I loved how the first one turned out. And… I guess I wanted to experience it again."

Curtis chuckles, darkly. "Addictive, isn't it? The pain, the permanence... the intimacy of it all."

His words make your heart race, and you're acutely aware of how close he is, how vulnerable you are beneath his hands.

"Speaking of your first time," Curtis continues, the steadying hand that had been at your waist ghosting just a little lower, "Ari seemed quite taken with you. Did you ever give him a call?"

The question catches you off guard, and you feel a flush creep up your neck. "No, I… I didn't," you admit softly.

Curtis's hand stills for a moment, and he looks up at you, his ice blue eyes intense. "No? Now that's interesting. Why not, sugar?"

You swallow hard, unsure how to answer, yet unable to stop the words from flowing. "I... I guess I was nervous," you finally say.

A slow smile spreads across Curtis's face. "Nervous? Of Ari? Or of what you felt?”

Your cheeks flush at his perceptiveness. "Both, maybe," you whisper.

“Or maybe you were waiting for something else?" His hand resumes its work, but the touch his anchor hand seems more deliberate now, each movement charged with unspoken intent.

"I don't know what you mean.”

Curtis chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "I think you do, sugar. I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you came back here today."

His words hang in the air between you, charged with tension. You can't bring yourself to deny it, can't even find your voice to respond. Curtis seems to take your silence as confirmation.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the silence as Curtis returns his focus to your ribs. You try to steady your breathing, acutely aware of every point of contact between his skin and yours. The pain of the tattoo blends with the heat pooling in your core, creating a heady mix of sensations.

"Tattoo nearly done," Curtis says after what feels like hours.

You let out a shaky breath, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over you. The intense experience is coming to an end, but part you that scares you doesn't want it to.

"Just a few more touches," Curtis murmurs, his eyes focused intently on your skin, and the buzz of the machine continues for a few more minutes.

"There we go," Curtis murmurs. He wipes away the excess ink, then sits back to admire his work. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, a mixture of professional pride and something darker in his gaze. "Want to take a look?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Curtis helps you sit up, steadying you with a hand on your lower back as you move to face the mirror. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the intricate design now adorning your ribs. The delicate flowers and vines seem to bloom across your skin, following the curves of your body perfectly.

"It's perfect," you whisper, unable to take your eyes off the mirror.

Curtis's smile widens, and his eyes darken. "Of course it is. I knew exactly what you needed."

His words send another shiver through you, but then suddenly you feel the heat of him too close, and he’s pressed right up against your back, planting his large hands on your hips and caging you in.

"You're trembling," Curtis murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you steady against him. "Are you scared, sugar?"

You can't find your voice to answer, your heart pounding in your chest. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies - his broad chest against your back, his strong hands on your hips, the heat of him seeping through your skin.

"Or maybe," he continues, his voice low and dark, "you're excited."

One of his hands slides up your side, carefully avoiding the fresh tattoo, until it comes to rest just below your breast. Your breath hitches, and you see your pupils dilate in the mirror's reflection.

"That's what I thought," Curtis says, satisfaction clear in his tone. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Since the moment you walked in.”

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of ink and something uniquely him. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

"Tell me, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Did you come back here hoping to see Ari? Or were you hoping it would be me?"

You swallow hard, your mind spinning. "I… I don't know," you manage to whisper.

Curtis chuckles, the sound low and dark. "I think you do know. I think you've been thinking about this for months." His hands slide up and down your sides, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo. "Thinking about what it would be like if you came back. If you let yourself give in."

Your breath hitches. “No.”

“No?” he challenges. His right hand, still gloved, audaciously slips past your waistband and down the front of your panties to cup your pussy. He laughs softly, discovering a growing wetness there. “Yes.”

You gasp as Curtis's hand begins to stroke your most intimate area, your body betraying you with its response. Your mind races, torn between the thrill of his touch and the shock at how quickly things have escalated.

"Wait," you manage to breathe out, your voice shaky. "We shouldn't…"

Curtis pauses, his hand stilling but not withdrawing. "Why not?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Your body is telling me a different story, sugar."

You're acutely aware of how exposed you are, standing there in just your bra with Curtis pressed against your back, his hand between your legs. The mirror reflects your flushed face and wide eyes, Curtis's intense gaze locked on you.

"Someone could walk in," you whisper, a weak protest even to your own ears.

Curtis chuckles darkly. "They could.”

Your mind is spinning, caught between the intense sensations and the voice in your head screaming that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this here, now, with him. But your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch.

"Curtis," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky, and tears springing up in your eyes. "We can’t—"

"Shh," he soothes, his free hand coming up to gently grip your throat. Not choking, just holding. "Don't overthink it, sugar. Just feel."

His fingers continue their exploration, finding your clit and circling it slowly. You bite back a moan, plant your hands on the mirror, and your hips rock back against him.

“Fuck, knew you wanted this,” he speaks directly into your ear.

You whimper and shake your head, but then his hand moves up to cover your mouth. “Gotta keep more quiet than that unless you want someone else to join us, sugar.”

Your eyes desperately seek his in the mirror, fear flashing in them, and the tears begin to spill over. There’s a predatory glint in his icy blue gaze.

His fingers continue their skilled ministrations, drawing forth sensations you've never experienced before. Your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch despite your mind's protests. You're caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, excitement, shame, and an overwhelming, undeniable pleasure.

"Look at yourself," Curtis commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "See how beautiful you are like this."

You force yourself to look, to really see yourself - flushed cheeks, wide eyes, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Curtis behind you, his large frame dwarfing yours, his hand between your legs, the other still gently but firmly covering your mouth.

Curtis's eyes meet yours in the mirror, his gaze intense and predatory. The fear in your eyes seems to excite him further, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"Don't worry, sugar," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I knew all those pretty tears were just for show, you want this just as badly as I do, andI've got you."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you. You're acutely aware of how vulnerable you are, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to. And yet, there's a part of you that thrills at the danger, at the forbidden nature of what's happening.

Curtis's fingers continue their skilled exploration, drawing involuntary gasps and moans from you that are muffled by his hand. Each deliberate movement sends waves of sensation coursing through your body, igniting a fire that you never expected to feel. Your body continues to betray you, responding to his touch despite your mind's protests, creating a tumultuous conflict within you. The thrill of the moment is undeniable, yet a flicker of apprehension lingers in the background, whispering the dangers of being caught in such an intimate entanglement, making it impossible to pull away.

"Damn, that’s a pretty sight,” a familiar voice jolts you nearly out of your skin, and you whip your head around to see Ari looming in the entry.

Curtis stops only for a moment and looks over his shoulder at the other man. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Ari shrugs, all nonchalance, and palms the large bulge pressing at the front of his jeans.

Your heart races, caught between exhilaration and apprehension. The sight of Ari standing there, a blend of curiosity, mischief, and lust in his eyes, adds an element of unpredictability that excites and terrifies you.

Curtis grunts, then says, “I’m not stopping, but I’ll share.”

Your jaw would have dropped to the floor in that moment had Curtis’s hand not been holding it in place, securing your response and anchoring you to the present. The idea of a threesome, tantalizing yet fraught with risk, swirls in your mind. How did this escalate so quickly? The thought of being discovered sends a shiver down your spine, but the allure of the forbidden is intoxicating, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You sob, overwhelmed and afraid, but it’s muffled as Curtis turns your body around with him, his grip firm yet reassuring His fingers are still moving, relentless and sure, and you can hardly focus on anything else. Your mind races through the possibilities, the dangerous thrill of being discovered adding an exhilarating layer to the encounter. Would Ari join in, or would he simply stand by and watch, adding to the intensity of the moment? The idea of indulging in such a forbidden experience fills you with a mix of dread and excitement, as if you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to leap into the unknown.

Ari pulls a privacy curtain you had failed to notice across the opening to the booth before taking the few short steps to close the distance between you. This sudden shield from prying eyes heightens the anticipation, transforming the atmosphere into one charged with desire and unspoken possibilities. Ari traces the back of his forefinger down the column of your throat, down your sternum, between your breasts, and then circles around the expanse of your new tattoo, eyes roaming over the beautiful design.

Not to be forgotten, Curtis tweaks your clit, cracking the pleasure that had been mounting like a whip, demanding an orgasm from your body, and you tremble in his arms as you cling to him. Each flick of his fingers sends shivers through you, igniting a fiery response that leaves you gasping for more.

“Knew you were such a good girl,” Ari praises, and your chest surges from his praise, his low, sultry voice invading your mind. Then, he unzips his jeans, the sound echoing in the booth like a promise yet to be fulfilled. He goes to sit on the black leather chair, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down around his ankles, revealing the enticing sight of his big, throbbing cock.

Curtis lifts you with ease and places you in Ari's lap. The transition is seamless, and you find yourself enveloped in the warmth of Ari's embrace. His hands instinctively find their way to your hips, grounding you as you settle in. With Curtis standing close, the dynamic continues to shift and evolve. You can feel the heat radiating from both men, each one eager to exact pleasure, and you hope the fire doesn’t consume you completely.

“Take off your bra,” Ari directs you.

Your eyes widen over his immediate demands, but, nervous as you still are, you don’t hesitate to do as he says. His hands on your hips hold you steady while you reach around to unclasp, and then you let it drop and fall away, biting your lip. Ari groans appreciatively, and grinds your core against his cock. You let out a shuddering breath at the friction, but it’s a singular sensation for only a moment, because then Ari dips his head and takes one of your breasts into his hot, wet mouth, and you gasp. Your fingers tangle immediately into his hair, looking for some kind of anchor.

Vaguely you hear the rustle of fabric from Curtis close behind you, and then you feel the heat of his now naked chest press against your back. He nips lightly at your neck, but then pulls back slightly. He rucks your loose skirt up over your hips, but then he rips the fabric of your panties right off, and you yelp in surprise.

Ari’s quick to muffle your sound by shifting his lips from your breast to your mouth, but his lips and tongue are no less eager, and the kiss is delicious and demanding, and you’re easily almost completely lost in him again. But Curtis has also discarded his gloves, and now his warm, calloused hands move slowly up your thighs before squeezing your hips, then start to knead the flesh of your round ass.

Curtis places a hand between your shoulders and pushes you forward, coaxing you against Ari’s chest. Ari takes the hint and leans back in the reclined chair, pulling you with him. This exposes your most intimate parts to Curtis, and he spreads you open, then presses his tongue flat against your cunt, eliciting a moan that, luckily, is swallowed up by Ari, who’s still eagerly kissing you, and now kneading your breasts in his large hands. Curtis continues to lick and lap at your cunt, but then his tongue begins to move up, and then suddenly he’s tonguing the tight rosebud of your ass, and you whimper and freeze.

Ari stops when you stop, pulling away to look at your face and assess the situation.

Curtis teases you with his tongue for another moment before pausing to pull away as well.

“Not a virgin,” he guesses, “but never had anyone play with your ass, have you, sugar?”

You close your eyes and try to take a steadying breath, your, “no,” soft and barely audible.

“Do you want him to stop?” Ari asks, and you can feel him studying your face.

Your mind is racing, but you remain frozen, unsure of what to say.

Ari brings one hand up to stroke your cheek. You lean into his touch and open your eyes again, but still don’t speak.

“Keep going,” he says to Curtis, and Curtis does.

While Curtis works your tightest hole with his tongue, still splaying your cheeks open, Ari reaches down to slip two fingers into your dripping cunt, and you eagerly rock your hips for more. Ari smiles, then brings you down with his other hand to kiss you again.

When you’re positively humping his hand, Ari pulls back from kissing you again with a darker laugh than you expected, but you’re so far gone between them, you think of stopping or slowing at all now.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

But it doesn’t register.

He withdraws your fingers and slaps your pussy, making you gasp and groan, and your eyes whip open.

His dark blue irises are barely visible, pupils blown wide with lust, and it just cause another surge of electricity to run through you to your core.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

And then it’s his cock nudging at your entrance.

“Ari,” you groan.

“Since that first fucking minute I saw you in the lobby,” he says. He taps his cock aggressively against your swollen clit, and you keen for him. “Knew you were an innocent little thing, and I wanted to absolutely ruin you.”

You bite your lip, unable to look away from him, and think of that day, too.

“We both wanted to ruin you,” Curtis adds. And his finger takes over where his tongue had been, working gently but insistently into your ass.

You moan softly, but the two men hear it and exchange a glance over your shoulder. Ari looks pleased.

“I didn’t touch you that day, only teased you, enticed you. I knew you’d be back,” he growls. “Shame I didn’t have you on my chair again, but that wasn’t going to stop me.”

He pushes your lips back to his for another devouring kiss, but it’s brief.

“You’re desperate to be filled up, aren’t you?” he asks.

Closing your eyes again, you whimper and drop your forehead to his, but your answer is undeniable. “Yes.”

“You didn’t have to wait this long, but we won’t punish you for that. We’re patient men.”

“It only gave us more time to think of all the ways we’ll take you apart, sugar,” Curtis murmurs against your shoulder, then presses open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin there.

And then Ari is slipping his cock inside of your cunt, slow, insistent, and doesn’t stop until he’s into the hilt, pushing all the air out of your lungs. He’s so big it feels like he’s everywhere, and it takes you concentrating on making your lungs work again to suck in deep breaths, impossibly full of him.

But as full as you feel, it wasn’t everything. Because while Ari was slipping his cock inside you, Curtis had removed his fingers, and now his thick cock was splitting you open and finding room in a hole that had never been filled before, and it was unfamiliar pain, but already pressing into impossible pleasure, and really, you had to press your palms to the leather on either side of Ari’s head and focus on breathing and only breathing if you were going to survive this.

And then they both began to move.

In and out and in and out and inandout.

And you were sure you were going to black out or bliss out from how full you were and all the sensations surging through your body and –

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 5

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: some angst, mentions of nymph violence, fire.

Nick felt like his anxiety had been hitting its peak all day, driving his fire and water to butt heads within himself. It was leaving him utterly exhausted, but he couldn’t begin to show it. His generals had been all but nipping at his heels, insisting that a daughter of Rogers wasn’t enough, and that he was now ignoring their plights now that his ‘issues’ had been taken care of.

One nymph in particular was a driving force behind it, that much he’d known.

Kemp slammed his fist down on Nick’s war room table, his anger causing him to nearly steam, “it’s not enough, my king. It’s simply not enough. The daughter of Rogers is not proper enough of a compensation.”

“My plights with the outside world are few,” he reminded his general firmly, “and most of what is there is not worth a war. Endless lives that would be lost on both sides, the blood of our kind spilled…and for what? You’re calling for a slaughter that doesn’t need to happen, Kemp. You’re getting too far ahead of yourself at the request of your mate, and I won’t require that our people pay for that mistake.”

“I’m calling for the return of my mate’s son!” he growled, not willing to let go of his request, “you were all but willing to start a war, cause the loss of life when it came to claiming a queen for this kingdom. You care only for yourself and not for your people, King.”

Nick’s eyes shifted to that of Embers. She was quick to look away, but Nick didn’t need to look at her to know that she was the evil in his highest general’s ear. He knew that Kemp didn’t care about a wood nymph, not when he had two strong fire nymph hatchlings of his own. But it was for his own mate’s need to control that he continued his charade.

He was doing it because of her.

And Nick, while he had an extreme dislike for Ember, couldn’t entirely be mad at his general. If Jennifer were in the same position, he’d be demanding a call to action as well. But he wouldn’t be so blatantly disrespectful, calling out the king in a proper forum.

He looked around the room to the rest of his generals, “and the rest of you…do you feel that we should spill blood over this? Do you not trust my decisions? I want to hear it straight from your lips instead of behind half-closed doors.”

A few of them looked away, guilt filling them to the brim. Nick couldn’t help the sneer that fell on his lips.

“I trust your judgement, my king…”

Nick found a soft smile aiming itself at his best friend. The hatchling that had remained at his side as long as he could remember. He’d helped train the fire nymph when they were hatchlings together, and had pulled him up to his highest cabinet when he became king.

He would have offered his best friend the role of his highest general, but Charles only wanted to be included as a true north of sorts for Nick; he’d had no interest in being part of his army.

“Thank you, Charles,” Nick offered to his friend, “you are a respected and beloved spot of clarity in a dark cavern for me.”

“THIS IS EGREGIOUS!” Kemp roared, anger continuing to tear through him, “I DEMAND JUSTICE! HAVE YOU CALLED US ALL IN HERE TO STROKE YOUR OWN EGO, OR ACT ON INJUSTICES WITHIN OUR KINGDOM?”

“You can see yourself out of this room, General Kemp,” Nick said in a deadly low tone, “your need for violence and turmoil are not needed at this time.”

His general gave him an angry look before stomping out of the war room with his mate. Nick looked around, “does anyone else have any other business that needs my attention, or may I retire to my mate for the da-“

“SIRE!” a young maiden called, bursting through the doors. Everyone’s attention turned to the nymph. She looked a mess, “my king-your mate and sister. They have left the mountain. I lost their trail in the woods.”

Nick’s eyes widened. His heart raced. His friend put a hand on his shoulder, “go find your mate. I will have the guards put the mountain on lockdown on your return home.”

His breath caught in his throat as he neared a clearing.

He’d managed to follow the scent of his mate all the way through the woods; the fact that it was still relatively fresh was his only solace.

Until new scents hit him.

He could smell multiple shifters, and even some wood nymphs.

Nick became confused and slightly more worried. While he was sure he could take on a few shifters and nymphs, he was more concerned about his mate and his sister.

Jennifer had proven that she was a force to be wary of on her own; an alpha female wolf with a backbone, but he’d been familiar with the thought of loss when a strong female was by his side.

His heart ached at the thought of his younger sister, Nala, and her own all too recent passing.

Nick pushed forward, stopping only when he saw his mate standing by the nymphs and shifters, his youngest of siblings walking towards the man in the group. All of his instincts told him that the man and unknown woman was a threat to his family.

“NADIA! JENNIFER!”

Nadia’s eyes went wide at the sound of her brother’s voice. She allowed his mirage to hide her true form once again, and the appearance of a fire nymph took over.

“Nick!”

“Get away from my mate and sister,” he growled, getting angry all too quickly while he subconsciously forged a fireball in his hands, “back off, shifter!”

“Nick, it’s fi-“

“GET AWAY FROM MY MATE AND SISTER!” he practically yelled, cutting his sister off. He threw the fireball, launching it towards the man, not bothering to wait for a response.

“NICK! NO!”

Only, it never landed.

Nadia jumped in front of Ari and raised her hands in defense. The water flew from its source and made a shield, thrusting itself forward towards Nick. The fireball evaporated in a puddle of steam, while the rest of the water soaked Nick to his core, a new rush of steam flowing around him as it instantly cooled him down.

Nadia fell to the forest floor, her body entirely exhausted from bending water for the first time. Nick’s eyes widened in shock as he rushed towards her; realizing that he was the unfortunate cause of it all.

But Ari had already scooped her up, his own protective instincts as her mate kicking in.

“Mate,” Ari whispered softly as he cradled the nymph, “Mate, please wake up.”

“Nick!”

Nick looked up to his own mate who was holding him back from Ari and Nadia. Nick didn’t process the words that the selkie had spoken. Ari looked up at him, “What did you do to her? WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“I-I didn’t-“

“IF YOU HURT HER, I SWEAR-“

“I WOULD NEVER HURT MY SISTER!”

“Nick, please!” “Jennifer begged, pulling on her mate’s arm, “do not try to hurt them. Ari is-“

“Let me see her,” Nick pled. Jennifer gave him a sad look, “I won’t attack the shifter, I just-Nadia…I have to make sure she’s okay.”

Jennifer let Nick go, knowing the need that he’d had to protect his only remaining family. Her own heart ached for her mate, watching as he rushed to his youngest sibling, instantly tapping her cheek. Ari growled, but Nick paid him no mind.

“Don’t hit her!”

“I’m trying to wake her,” Nick said nervously as he continued tapping lightly on her cheeks, “she’s never wielded water before.”

Ari’s eyes widened as he looked at the fire nymph, “a water nymph that’s never wielded before?”

“I hid her from my subjects to keep her safe after one of my own killed my other sister, another water nymph,” Nick said quickly, before turning his attention back to Nadia, “Nadia…please wake up.”

The little nymph shifted in her brother’s arms. Confusion laced her features as she wiped exhaustion from her eyes, “wh-where am I? Ni-Nick? What are you doing here?”

“You’re safe mate,” Ari said quickly in a relieved tone, nudging Nick enough so that he could grasp his mate’s hands in his own, “you’re safe with me.”

Nadia felt her heart swelling as she looked at the selkie, already feeling the pull towards him, “y-you…”

“I’m here, mate…”

“Alpha…” she whispered softly. Ari nodded and the smallest of smiles plastered itself on his face as her hand gently reached up and stroked his bearded cheek, “you’re real…th-this is all real. You’re my mate, aren’t you?”

“I’m here, sweet nymph.” Ari acknowledged as she leaned into him.

Nick pushed Ari aside and pulled his sister to his chest, “you’re safe, Nadia…”

“Nick, let me go!” she begged, pushing her brother away from herself. He gave her a confused look as she crawled towards Ari, both shifter and nymph on their knees, wrapping their arms around one another. Nick went to grab his little sister, but Jennifer held his arm.

“What are you doing, mate?” he asked, “let me go. I-“

“Nick…Nadia just found her mate in Ari,” Jennifer pointed out, gesturing to the pair who were holding one another in a loving embrace, “let them be.”

Chapter 6

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babyjakes · 9 months

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you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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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 🫡

#toxic bf Ari #sonny drabbles #Ari Levinson #ari levinson drabble #toxic Ari Levinson #soft dark #mean Ari Levinson #tw toxic relationship #soft dark!ari levinson #soft dark ari levinson #tw soft dark #Ari Levinson x reader #ari levinson x female!reader #ari levinson x fem!reader

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witchywithwhiskey · 3 months

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a gift for the bar owner

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

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

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

word count: 7.9k

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

trucker king masterlist ● trucker au masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t deny it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“POUR YOUR BEER ON HER!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ya ready, bambi?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mouth fell open wider and your spine arched up off the pool table as you screamed, your release crashing over you, wave after wave of pleasure hurtling you closer and closer to a darkness that wanted to claim you. But you clung to consciousness, your scream turning into a high, keening whine that could’ve been a sign of pain or pleasure.

Your release seemed to spur on Curtis and he rutted into you, fucking your clenching pussy as he watched pleasure contort your face and body. Then, with a final grunt, Curtis pulled himself free from your body. He jerked his cock in a big fist until he spilled all over your belly, making sure none of his come fell anywhere near your pussy or the tattoo there.

Curtis’s chest heaved, his eyes distant and dazed with pleasure as he wrung every last drop of come from his cock, and you watched him with the satisfied smile of a job well done.

When the last rope of his come had splattered, warm and sticky, against your belly, Curtis finally sucked in a deep breath and grabbed the beer handed to him from the crowd. He took a deep swig while he tucked his cock away with the other hand.

“Thanks, Levinson,” Curtis rasped, tipping his bottle to your trucker, who just nodded. Ari’s hands were idly massaging your wrists and you melted onto the rough felt of the pool table, knowing your trucker would take care of you. Curtis turned his blue eyes on you, and he tipped his bottle to you as well. “Always a pleasure, bambi,” he said, a genuine look of appreciation on his face.

You were about to respond, but then Curtis turned his beer over and he used the alcohol to wash his come from your skin. You squealed loudly when the cold liquid rushed over your heated skin, instinctively bringing up your legs to curl into yourself, making the crowd laugh and jeer.

When the beer was empty and his spend was cleaned from your skin, Curtis stumbled away into the crowd, the big man being swallowed up by the well-wishers and revelers congratulating him on fucking you good. Since you knew Curtis was done with you, you looked up at Ari, twisting your hands to wrap your fingers around his arms.

“Can we go now, daddy?” you asked softly.

Ari nodded and gathered you up from the pool table, setting you down on the edge while he pulled off the flannel shirt he’d worn over a white t-shirt. He tugged it over your head and helped you get your trembling arms in the sleeves, then ducked down to brush a kiss to your lips. The events of the night were catching up to you, and you were drunk and exhausted, but you sighed into your trucker’s mouth.

“You did good tonight, baby,” Ari murmured against your lips, and your heart felt like it was suffused in the warmest sunlight. Ari’s praise made you feel lighter than air, even as he pulled away.

You smiled up at your trucker as he straightened, staring at Ari like he was your whole world, which he was. His eyes were the softest you’d ever seen them as he stared right back at you, the tiniest smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Just then, Lloyd materialized out of the crowd and Ari finally looked away from you to exchange a loaded glance with his other oldest friend. Lloyd seemed to be much more sober than Curtis, and he helped your trucker lead you to the bathroom, where Ari cleaned you up a little and let you relieve yourself after all that you’d had to drink that night.

Then, Lloyd cleared a path through the drunken crowd while you and Ari followed. Between the two men, no one dared to try to touch you, and you sank into Ari’s side, feeling safe with your trucker as you looped your arms loosely around his waist. He smelled familiar and wonderful and you didn’t even try to hold yourself back from burying your face in his chest even as you kept on walking.

Lloyd pushed open the door of Everett’s Roadhouse and you sighed happily when the cool night air brushed against your heated, still slightly sticky cheeks. Gravel crunched beneath the soles of your sandals, and you blinked your eyes in the darkness until they focused enough to see Ari’s big, black truck looming in packed parking lot surrounded by other long-haul rigs.

“Drysdale’s gonna have a lot of business tonight after that show your girl put on,” Lloyd commented, casting his gaze across the expanse between Everett’s Roadhouse and Diesel Dolls, the strip club on the other side of the parking lot. Lloyd snorted and adjusted the front of his pants, and it was only then that you noticed the sizable bulge there. “Including me,” he muttered.

Your hazy thoughts strayed to the strip club, and you couldn’t help but imagine Lloyd getting a lap dance from a beautiful stripper. The tattoo artist sitting back on a plush couch while a gorgeous woman gyrated on his lap, his fingers twitching to grab her and touch her and defile her the way you knew Lloyd liked.

You didn’t even think to picture yourself as the stripper. Instead, in this little fantasy, you were sitting on Ari’s lap, your trucker’s cock buried in your cunt. Maybe he’d even let you get your own lap dance from Lloyd’s stripper, your body pressed between Ari’s and the other woman…

Your body lurched forward and if it wasn’t for Ari’s firm grip on your waist, you would’ve gone sprawling across the parking lot. For the rest of the walk to Ari’s rig, you tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not let your mind wander so you wouldn’t end up feeling more sore than you already were.

When the three of you came to a stop beside the driver’s side door of Ari’s truck, Lloyd let his eyes slide to you before moving quickly to your trucker.

“I hope you had a similar gift in mind for my birthday, Levinson,” Lloyd said with his usual oily charm, his mouth curling into a smirk beneath his well-groomed mustache.

“We’ll see,” Ari rumbled, but his tone was good-natured. You couldn’t help the way your body clenched at the salacious, and somewhat victorious smile Lloyd shot your way.

But the events of the night were weighing heavily on your shoulders, exhaustion creeping into your bones, and you didn’t have the brainpower to wonder what Lloyd might do with you if you were gifted to him on his birthday. Even if you knew you’d have just as much fun with Ari’s other friend as you’d had with Curtis.

“Daddy,” you whined softly, burying your face against Ari’s beefy chest. His hand squeezed your hip possessively and he said his goodbyes to Lloyd, then helped you into the truck, making sure he was the only one who could see the way your pussy flashed as you climbed into the cab.

Ari followed you up and locked the door behind him while you crawled into the cot in the back, laying down on top of his soft blankets despite the sticky residue still clinging to most of your body. Ari pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his pants, then joined you in the narrow bed.

Your body melted at the familiar comfort of his weight behind you, and you began to relax as sleep tugged at the edges of your awareness. But when Ari’s cock pressed hot and hard against your bare ass, you remembered his promise from inside the bar, how he said he was going to fuck you whether you were awake or not. You moaned softly while he bunched up the flannel shirt you still wore around your waist.

Your face was already pressing into the soft pillow on Ari’s bed, your eyes closed, but you arched your back and pushed your ass against Ari’s hard length, inviting him to slide inside your slick cunt. You were sore from Curtis’s fucking, but wet again for your trucker. You were always wet for him, your body craving the feeling of his cock filling you up in the perfect way that only he could.

“Ya gonna stay awake for me while I use your messy cunt, cock whore?” Ari rumbled into the back of your neck. The flat of his tongue swiped up the column of your throat, wringing a soft whine from you as he licked the beer from your skin. It felt so good, sending shivers down your spine and raising goosebumps all over your body. “Or did my friend wear you out?”

All you could manage was an unintelligible mumble, the sound muffled by the pillow crushed beneath your face, as sleep pushed more insistently into the border of your wakefulness. Ari’s deep chuckle rumbled against your spine, making you even wetter for your filthy, perfect trucker.

“Go to sleep, kiddo,” Ari murmured in your ear, his hand sliding over your hip to press against your lower belly, his fingertips grazing the tattoo that was branded into the skin of your mound, just above your pussy. His touch moved your body slightly, arching you enough for the head of his cock to find the slit of your cunt. “Let daddy use your tight little hole while you get some rest.”

Ari slid inside your pussy slowly, pressing the air from your lungs as he took his time impaling you on his cock. Your aching inner walls clenched around him desperately, pain and pleasure flaring to life and zinging through your exhausted limbs. A rough, greedy grunt rumbled in Ari’s chest, the sound softening into a warm, satisfied groan once he was fully seated inside you.

It hurt a little to be stretched out around Ari’s cock so soon after taking Curtis’s pounding, but when your trucker wrapped his arms around you, holding you cocooned in the cage of his broad chest while he rocked his hips almost gently against your ass, you felt yourself melting into him. Ari’s lips and tongue worked against your neck, licking sticky beer from your skin, his beard deliciously familiar while he set an almost soothing pace as he fucked you.

Despite the soreness between your thighs, and the tiny zings of pleasure thrumming through your body from Ari’s cock rocking into you, your exhaustion was too great and it wasn’t long before you were slipping into the warm comfort of sleep. That night in Ari’s truck, you fell asleep with a blissed out, cock drunk smile on your face, happy as could be to be in your trucker’s arms.

You may have spent much of the night as a gift for the bar owner your trucker called a friend, and you were glad you could be part of making Curtis’s birthday special, but you would always belong to Ari. And you would always end your nights in his arms, because that was where you wanted to be and where you belonged—with your trucker, Ari Levinson.

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