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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months ago

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How I'm Looking At You, Part 5

Summary: It's just you and Ari

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, dry humping, videoing, masturbating (M) in front of another, breeding kink, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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You peek over your shoulder, smiling at the giant man that continues to get closer, and taking only one tiny step at a time, to your backside. You’d nearly finished the dishes from breakfast, and the giant form of Ari is stalking towards you. Always. Like a shadow that you didn’t want to get rid of. A playful hunt for his prey. Your talk with him was much needed, and even though there’s a paranoia of someone finding out and this blowing up in your face, you’re enjoying this time.

It’s lighthearted, just like the books say it should be. Well, depending on which type of book you’re reading, but you’ve almost guessed which ones are a bit more dark. Yes, you do judge a book by its cover, but only because there is usually a difference. Not always, but the darker themed stories always had a particular look about them.

You didn’t hate those stories, but they didn’t fit Ari. You liked stories that you could see Ari in. Sometimes he was a hockey player with his fast talking mouth. Sometimes he was a cowboy; sweating and showing off his work made muscles. Other times he was a teacher, and you really liked him being a teacher. Letting him explore your body, and teach you all the ways to sin. It was close to real life.

You finish the last dish right before Ari crowds your body with his own. His heated breath is on your neck, causing your feet to spread apart. His mouth presses up against your heated column, and he chuckles. Giving a nip at your neck before pressing his pelvis into your ass. It’s cruel the images and thoughts that you have running through your mind. You feel him, but not enough at the same time.

Your imagination is running rampant with all the ways he could have you. “Uh uh,” he tsks, rolling his hips into yours, and you mewl out his name, “Don’t go in your head, stay right here with me at this moment. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

That is what you want to do, but he makes it so damn hard, and he’s so hard, pressing into you. And he’s clouding your vision, and your judgment. He rolls his hips into you again, and your knuckles lighten with how hard you’re clinging to the sink. “A-a-are you going to inspect me again?”

“Is that what you’d like?”

“Uh huh,” you want so much more than that. You want to feel him on the inside. You want him crawling into your being, and truly claim you. Ari kisses his way down your body. Starting to sink down to his knees, and he grabs the hem of your dress. Inching higher up your body. Exposing more of your tender flesh.

“My my, this is a pretty pair of panties you have on,” you were a bit bold when you walked up to your room. The lingerie is sheer, and show everything. “And you’re so wet, Darling,” your slick has stained a darkened spot right at the gusset of your panties, and he spreads to your thighs. “I think you’re very frustrated, can I help you with that?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice higher than that. He slowly pulls the fabric down your thighs, stopping at your feet, and he gives them a little tap, and you step out of the underwear. Peering behind you when Ari stuffs them into his pocket.

“I’ll save this for later,” he smirks up at you before looking at your drenched folds. Ari’s tongue flicks over your velvety lips, moaning at the taste of you before he slaps a hand on each cheek, and pulls you apart at the seam. He gawks at your delectable body. Ready to devour you. “Have you had anything inside of you?”

“No. I’m scared.”

“Can I try?” You nod your head, whispering please, and his index finger immediately starts its exploration. He runs the digit up and down your split, gathering up your arousal. Teasing at your entrance before playing with your clit. His mouth hangs open in awe as he fondles you, and then he rubs over your entrance.

Adding enough pressure that a tiny bit pushes through, and you want more. You back your ass up towards him, pushing more of his meaty finger inside of you, and Ari gives a swift bite on your cheek, “You’re impatient today. I’m not working in the field. And I told the idiots to go buy some much needed seeds. Apparently I’ve run out. And right now, I really want to play.”

“And I — I need friction,” he rolls his eyes, looking up at you expectantly, “That’s what the books say.”

“You read trash, you know that?” You push your butt back towards him again, and feel his finger slightly breach through your walls, and a pornographic moan wails out of your lips, “You are a filthy girl. How does this feel?” He sinks his finger fully in. Circling his finger inside of you, and watching your body accommodate him. Your pussy stretches around him, begging for another finger. Holding himself there, while you try and regulate yourself. “Is it that good that you can’t speak?”

You aren’t sure what it is. You just know that even one measly finger has receptors flaring up throughout your body, and you can’t make sense of time. The only thing you recognize is Ari. He is both the beginning and the end.

He plunges himself in and out of you, smiling as your body starts to rock with his rhythm. Pulling his finger fully out, before sliding another with it. “Oh, you look so pretty taking me like this. Stretched out and full.”

You preen at his words. Cheeks heating up from embarrassment and pleasure. Everything is fire as he works your body. Diving in and out of your wetness, and he sticks his tongue out, cleaning your skin of the excess honey. Moaning just as much as you are. His hips buck, mimicking your own movements.

“It’s like you were made for me,” Ari’s thumb starts to circle your clit, and he removes his tongue from you to watch how much your virgin pussy is stretched over his thick fingers. He feels everything. Can feel your walls caving in as he takes you to the edge of pleasure. Damn, you were a minx begging to get out. You were too perfect for this world. Even for him.

“Darling, you’re almost there. Will you let go for me? You’re doing such a beautiful job,” whimpering his name, he drives harder, “There ya go. You’re doing so well. Let go, baby. Just let go,” his words are shattering everything inside you. The buildup isn’t slow it is a crash into whatever sin wagon he is taking you on. “Fuck yeah. Yeah, you’re coating me with your cream. Oh god, this is beautiful.”

His fingers slow, coaxing you through your high, and you look over your shoulders, “Before you take it out, can you show me?” His eye lifts up, and his finger wiggles inside of you. “I mean with your phone.”

“Do I have to delete the picture after?”

“No. I just want to see it. Can…you can video it,” it’s doubly forbidden because there’s not supposed to be photos or videos of you. But the idea of being able to watch Ari from multiple angles, see yourself take him, makes you weak in the knees.

Ari gulps as he reaches for his phone. His fingers press down on it before you feel him push and pull out of you. Hearing the squelching sounds of your pussy before he removes his fingers. Stretching you wide open for the camera, and then zones in on your exposed hole. He clicks on his phone again before he leans forward, sucking and licking around your pussy. Cleaning you up in his way.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me.”

“Can you show me?” He leans back, gazing up at you with such a fascination that it makes you squirm. The intensity in his gaze makes you feel weak in the knees. “I’ve shown you what you do to me,” garnering as much confidence as you can muster, you let your dress fall back down, and turn around. Leaning back on the counter, you look down at Ari. “Ari, you’re not talking. Can I see you? See how you — no, what you do when you think of me like this?”

“You want to see me fuck myself?” You nod enthusiastically. Imagining all the ways that Ari compared to the men in the books, but also how it worked. You’ve never seen a naked man before. Can only imagine what lurks below his swollen pants. “What do the books tell you about that?”

“That,” you inhale deeply, blowing the cold air out. A slow flush of heat runs up your body, and settles in your cheeks where they light on fire. “That you, um — you fist your throbbing cock. I’ve never seen a cock.”

“If I show you, you have to promise to put these panties back on,” you didn’t quite understand. He took them off of you to keep, and now he’s wanting to put them back on you after he’s finished. You don’t want to think too much because there’s an ache inside of you to see him.

“Get on your knees,” you fall to your knees immediately, while he gracefully gets to his feet. Towering over you, and palming his crotch. “All the doors are locked, and the curtains are closed.”

“I don’t care,” at this moment you didn’t. You just want to see Ari’s vulnerability like he’s yours. Your eyes roll up to gaze at him, and his jaw tenses. His Adam’s apple quivers, and with trembling hands he slowly undoes his button. The two of you keep your eyes locked on one another, and you can’t help but wiggle around with anticipation. You are finally going to see what lies beneath his clothes

His fingers grip the zipper, and pull it down ever so slowly. “Darling, you ready to see what you do to me?”

“Yes, sir,” a shiver runs up Ari’s spine, and he plunges his hand into his underwear, and brings out a behemoth of a cock. His hands fall to his sides, and he lets you look at him in all his glory. A steel rod covered in the most beautiful silky skin. Pearls of precum glitter the crown, and you see his heartbeat pulsing in a vein that you very much want to trace with your tongue.

“Can I touch you?”

“You can if you use your mouth. But this is about showing you how I get off when I think about you,” lifting up to your knees, you stand face to face with his beautiful member. Inhaling his aroma while you inspect him before touching him. “Look up at me when you touch me.”

There’s something primal in his voice. The rawness, and yet the almost childish way that he asks you to look up at him empowers you. Inching closer you look up at him through your lashes. Flicking down to his aching cock. You pucker your lips, and glance back up at him. You’re so close, and going even slower. Slower. Until your lips whisper against his mushroom head, and his essence explodes on your tongue.

Your breathing becomes erratic, but you collect yourself enough to flatten out your tongue, and lick his split clean. Moaning at his musk, while his legs tremble. “Ari, I think you should show me how you fuck your fist.”

His movements are harsh as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out your panties. Leaning forward, he reaches under your dress, and swipes the sheer fabric through your drenched cunt. Soaking the panties in your slick before he wraps it around his cock.

His fist tightens, and he gives his cock a hard pull. Panting as he pumps himself over and over. Keeping his eyes on you. “I’ll never get my fist as tight as you. I can almost feel your walls gripping me so tight. Your juices leaking out around us, while you make the prettiest sounds. No one will ever be closer to you than in those moments. I will be inside of you. Loving every inch and every curve of your body. You’re going to feel me for days. And your cunt will be molded to me. Your body will beg for me, and my body will never get enough of you.”

His hips thrust forward, mimicking the ways he wants to fuck you, “You like that? You like imagining how I’m going to feel stretching out that beautiful pussy? How my tongue is going to paint your body, and I’m going to fill you,” his words clip off immediately. You pout up at him, but he shakes his head. Denying you what you desperately crave.

“I want to know how your cum feels inside me though,” he moans. Eyes rolling in the back of his head before he looks back down at you. “I do. I want to know what it feels like to feel you for the rest of the day.”

“You really are a filthy dirty girl, huh?” He watches. Waits. And you wiggle around. Smiling because he really was talking to you like they do in the books. “You wanna be my little slut?”

“Yes,” his breathing deepens. Every exhale is a growl more than breath, “Yes, please. Sir,” you look down at his length wrapped in your panties. Staring as his balls tighten, and the most beautiful cry of your name echoes into the room. He maneuvers the panties over his tip, and he nearly howls. Heart beating in his chest as he stills his moments.

“Did you come?” You scoot closer to him. Observing his cock, and glancing up at him. Smiling and nodding his head. “Can I see?” His breath huffs out as he opens up your panties, and you peer at the thick creamy essence of Ari. “Can I touch it?”

“You’re going to. Give me a minute.”

“Can I taste it?” He squeaks as he exhales, shaking his head no. “That’s not fair! You get to taste me.”

“Darling, stand up,” keeping your eyes on him, you get to your feet. And he opens up the soiled panties. Holding them out for you. “Step in.”

“They’re dirty.”

“And you’re going to get to feel my cum pressed up against your delicious cunt for the rest of the day,” the hesitation isn’t because you don’t want to feel him. It’s because it is so salacious and wrong, but it’s your little secret. You could go home with your panties soaked with Ari. Nobody would ever know that you have him right at your pussy. That you made him come so hard. You earned his cum.

You stand there staring at the panties, and your mouth turns devilish as you put one foot in. Stepping into the other side. You pull your dress high, letting Ari fully see you pussy as he pulls his mess up your body. His cums touches your heated skin, and you sigh. Whimpering and rolling your hips at the feeling of him. And Ari taps on your pussy twice.

“There’s a good girl. The panties are perfect to see me smeared all over your skin,” he holds up his phone, snapping a photo of your creamy mound, and he holds the contraption up to show you. “You look pretty like this.”

“How would I look if you were leaking out of me?”

“Even better.”

“What about,” you gulp, knowing you could be taking things too far. There’s a power in your words. And yet, it’s something you feel in your core. A desire that’s so deep that you can’t even explain. “How would I look if you really claimed me?”

“How so?” He calmly asks, reaching for you, he pulls you closer to him, and you lift his hand up, placing it on your belly.

“How would I look if I was swollen from your seed?” He growls. A deep rumble moves up his chest, and his fingers pulse on your stomach, “Do you want to fuck a baby in me? Let me walk around always full of you, and everyone would know that you fuck me like your personal breeding slut?”

His pupils blow wide. Black pools replacing the most perfect beautiful cerulean. Ari’s lids close slightly, staying half mast. His fingers tremble on your body, “Have you fuck me so deep that you start growing in me?”

“You can’t say things like that,” he struggles to get out. The timbre of his voice an octave higher. Your hand roams down his front, and you cup his hardening cock. “Darling.”

“Why not?”

Ari spins you around, and pins you to his front. Rocking his hips forward into your ass once, and his mouth attaches to your neck. The heated breath from his mouth sending chills throughout your body, “Because, I want to bend you over that fucking table, and breed you like you’re my personal whore. Fuck you so deep that my seed grows inside of you. Have you walking around all innocent, while you have a secret, and it’s that I’m growing in your belly.”

“I want you to,” your voice chokes out. You tug and pull at his hands and arms. Trying to force his touch where you want it. “Ari, use my body. It’s yours. Fuck your baby in me!”

“My god,” walking you forward, Ari inches you to the counter, slamming you down onto the wood. And his hips buck into your backside. Hunching into your body like a teenage boy with no self control, “You can’t say things like that to me.”

“Why? Ari, I want you to!”

“Because I’ve never made love to you. I’m not going to use you for breeding. I want to. My god, I want to see your belly swelling, and know it was me that did that. I want everyone in this fucking town to see you happy, and glowing. I want to be the one that gives you all your firsts, and take you to heavens you have never been to. But you don’t need that right away. Your books are such glorious beautiful trash, but for the sake of my fucking sanity, quit talking like that.”

“Will you fuck a baby in me one day?” He pistons his hip bones into you harshly. An infuriating way to mimic fucking when you just want him in you.

“Darling,” he’s so rough as he pretends to rut into you. Pinning your hands onto the counter. Controlling you in ways that you don’t fully understand, but you want to go to whatever sweet sin he’s taking you to, “I will fuck as many babies in that pretty pussy as you’ll let me. I will own your body, your pleasure, and every one of your disgusting thoughts.”

One more hard push forward, and warmth invades your backside, and you moan at the feeling of his warm cum sullying your dress. If everyone wanted to call you the town dump and a whore, they could. As long as you are Ari’s whore. “But let me first take you on a date or maybe teach you how to kiss. Sex is clouding your brain because you’re so uptight.”

“Then just fuck me,” your words are teasing, but you’re serious. “If you just fuck me then I can focus on everything else.”

“You’re so needy.”

“Fuck me!”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” his lips leave a gentle kiss behind your ear before he stands up. Popping his neck while he checks out his spunk soaking your cotton dress. “You’re beyond frustrated. Why don’t you grind yourself on the arm of my chair? Let me sit on the couch while you give that pussy some much needed friction that you keep talking about.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Spinning around you glare up at him, and he just smirks. of course he’s making fun of you. He’s experienced, and you’re a sniveling child begging for his cock, and he won’t give it to you.

“You’re a grown adult acting like a child because I won’t sink my cock into,” it isn’t fair! The women in the books got the guy so quick. You just want to feel him. “It’s adorable, and I understand your frustrations. There are times I look at you, and just want to swipe everything off the table into the floor, slam you on that wood, and spread your legs while I rail into you. But you’re not ready.”

“How come you’re the only one that gets to decide?”

“Because all you’re focusing on is sex. I’m trying to be an adult because I know that you’re spiraling. I understand it. And I will let you be that way, but know that I am making a hard — very hard. I just came twice, and that’s not easy to do. And I haven’t even been inside of you. You seriously can’t understand what you do to me,” his resolve is failing. If you continue to talk to him like that, he will have his way with you. He’d lick up every tear that spilled out of your beautiful eyes if he had to.

“In time,” your eyes fall to his chest. Staring at a patch of hair that is peeking out of the top. “Would you be willing to do some of the things to me that’s in the books?”

“Like what?” You piqued his interest. His body is practically vibrating with giddiness.

“You said sit on the couch, while I grind on you,” there’s certain things in particular you like in the books. You can’t explain it. Possibly because of your upbringing and the fear and punishment you feel when you’ve done something wrong. You like the bit of humiliation. With boundaries.

“Can — can I be naked?” Ari bites his tongue, groaning again. “I’ve never had someone suck my — my titties. A-a-a-and I want you clothed. And talking dirty to me.”

Your curiosity and willingness to try the things you’ve read about astounds him. It’s like you were this perfect woman that was plucked out of the sky and placed right on his lap. Amazing. Just amazing how filthy you are, and yet there’s an innocence because you don’t understand. From what Ari has gathered, sex is vanilla here. But you want to be naked, while you make yourself get off. You want him to suck your tits. All while you straddle and ride him. Ruining his pants with your juices.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me because I know when we’re not in this space that you would never do that. James told me what you said to Jacob,” his fucking name was James? Just James? “Thank you. I’ll be your darling out there, as long as in here I’m your whore,” the shame of it turned you on. You aren’t even going to try and make sense out of it. You just want Ari to own your body. You want him to destroy it. Use it. Do whatever he wants to do as long as it’s him.

“And I’d like to make us a picnic, and we have our first date by the river. Okay?” His mouth turns up into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, and he nods his head.

“How does my cum feel on your pussy?”

“I think it’d feel better in my pussy,” without another word, you turn towards the stairs. You would like a nap, and to read a bit more from a particular book. You didn’t care what Ari said, you want him to fuck you, and fill you up. You’d already made up your mind about this life. And it wasn’t worth living if Ari couldn’t be inside you.

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jamneuromain · 8 months ago

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Venomous Vows Masterlist

Mob!Ari Levinson x You

Series Summary:

As the daughter of a mob boss, you were forced to marry Ari Levinson, the person who was going to step up and take over "business".

Two strangers bounded together for the sake of your shared criminal enterprise. It was a loveless marriage from the very beginning.

A/N:

Collaboration of @biteofcherry and @jamneuromain. This is the post where it all started.

A promise that won't be upheld by @biteofcherry

Summary: Your first impression of Ari isn't exactly a bad one, but it solidifies your decision to never have anything to do with him.

Ari's Payback by @jamneuromain

Summary: As your husband, Ari did what he does best: annoy you.

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson fic #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson angst #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson smut #venomous vows

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lanabuckybarnes · 8 months ago

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HI ❤️ I LOVE your latest work on beast Ari can u pretty please make some more that’s was amazing and I only gotta taste and ready for more i’m addicted I love how u write ❤️

| Savouring Your Taste |

18+ MINORS DNI

Ari visits you, like he often does but this time he wishes for something different — a taste.

✧Pairing✧ Beast!Ari Levinson x Princess!Reader

✧Warnings✧ Dom!Ari, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Kinda Desperate Ari (can you blame him), Size Difference, Body Hair Kink (is it a thing? No? It is now), Petnames: [Little Queen, Angel, Pretty Girl, Good Girl],Oral (F), Hair Pulling, Fingering, Maybe a teeny bit Sacrilegious, Cum Eating, Mention of Breeding Kink, Alluding to further activities - Any more please let me know

✧Word Count✧ 1k

✧ Author Note✧ Thank you so much for your support on my Ari work, I love him so much and it fills me with so much happiness to see how much you guys love him too. Thank you for requesting this I had a lot of fun writing it — it even gave me a few ideas :))

He knocks lightly on your door with a pointed claw, the soft tap tap letting you know exactly who’s there. It fills you with excitement at just the thought of what tonight will entail. You move gracefully to the large double doors, swinging open the heavy wood.

Ari stands in all his glory, white shirt unbuttoned most of the way revealing his wide, hairy body, his thighs wrapped in dark pants. He knew what he was doing, the hair that littered his body never ceased to rile you up; during your time with him trapped in his cottage he came to find out just how much you really loved it. Now he does this every time he visits. A dark jacket brings the whole outfit together.

Ari tilts his head at your ogling, a teasing glint in his eyes, “little queen, can I come in?” He rasps, his voice tainted with deep primal need and all he’d seen was you standing there. If people were to see what the beast became infront of such a small little thing, he wouldn’t be the most feared creature of the kingdom, he’d be a laughing stock. He ducks as he steps in, mindful of the short height of your doors. They don’t make them for 7ft beasts in mind.

“You’re early” you announce, turning your attention to the wine jug and chalice.

He doesn’t respond as he shrugs his jacket off and lays it over the high back chair, his deep blue eyes studying your room as though it were his first time being there.

He watches as you turn to him, raising an intricately designed cup in his direction, his hand engulfs it and he takes a sip - the expensive kind, fit for his little Queen.

He lets his eyes fall to your tiny body, in comparison to his at least. Your nightgown rests just below the swell of your ass, the cup that looks more like a shot glass in his hand is almost too big for you. You shuffle over to the other side of the room, swaying your hips a little as you move to your final resting spot, the bottom of your large bed.

Your eyes are locked, lust radiates from your bodies changing the temperature of the room. He moves first, the chalice forgotten on your heavy drawers in favour of resting on his knees in front of you.

Ari takes his time, a large hand wrapping around your calf as his full lips taste your silky skin. It’s unusual, he was never one for taking it slow - the beast part of his brain taking over more often than not resulting in your legs spread wide and his thick length splitting you open mercilessly.

The difference between them setting off fireworks in your brain.

“Ari” you whisper breathlessly, a hand combing through his straw like locks.

“Quiet little queen” sharp canines nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue poking out to lick the wound sympathetically.

“Let me savour you.”

And savour you he did. Your father always told you never to play with your food but Ari clearly had never been taught the same lesson. Both paw-like hands gripped at your hips over your night slip, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed - your leg seeking refuge over his broad shoulder in order to not fall.

Your idea to forgo panties this evening had paid off. Ari’s nose bumped your mound, atoms above your tingling nerves, his hot breath fanned over your folds.

“Smell good, like fruit.” Ari growled before he sent your body into shock with a fat lick over your pussy, his tongue gathering your slick into his mouth. He smacks his lips over dramatically at your taste, savouring its tang on his tastebuds.

“Why didn’t I taste this before little Queen?” He asks rhetorically and dives in again, from your tiny pucker over your hole before flicking your clit to finish. He savours it all, devouring your pussy. You don’t think there were any words to describe the way he treated your cunt other than devour.

You lost your ability to control your volume at his first lick despite trying your hardest, your sharp pornographic moans shaking the walls but you didn’t care, couldn’t care.

Thick fingers teased your entrance, claws retracted for your pleasure, he wasted no time in plunging deep into your hole, scissoring you open.

“Haah Ari” one look at Ari had you almost coming undone, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull to protect your sanity, your fingers tightening in his auburn locks.

“You like this? Like me licking your pussy? Taste so good, knew these little folds were hiding something from me.”

“Fuck…” you screamed his name in prayer, your gods forgotten about in favour of the one servicing you, a god kneeling between your legs and making you experience heaven, it was no wonder why his name was all you could think of.

“Little Queen is squeezing me, you gonna cum on my fingers? This little pearl is begging for my tongue.”

Ari’s lips sealed around your clit, his hot pink tongue flicking relentlessly. Your brain buzzed with release, your hips rolling up into him, riding his beard like it was your last life line.

“Please Ari” you begged, pushing him closer to your heat with the hand in your hair.

“Cum angel, let me drink up those juices, gimme more” he slurred, pulling his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue while his thumb rubbed over your puffy clit.

With a final broken shriek your body went stiff, eyes blotting with black and white dots as wave after wave of raw pleasure raked through you. Ari didn’t stop until you were a writhing mess, your thighs clenching the side of his head shaking harshly.

Basking in the afterglow you failed to notice him move until he hovered above you, beard and lips still glistening with your release as he stared down at you wide eyed - animalistic.

His fingers fiddle with his belt, the clanks reaching your ears making you look up. He undoes the button of his fly and zip before pushing them past his thick thighs. His huge cock slaps against his hairy stomach.

“I want you to cum like that again pretty girl, think you can do that?”

Your body shook with overstimulation but your brain preened at the thought, your back arching into him.

“Yes, please Ari.”

“Good girl, gonna breed you so good.”

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 6 months ago

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Chris Evans Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.

Series

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.

Challenges

Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Requests

Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Headcanons

Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?

Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)

Events

Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

One-Shots

Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Requests

No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Events

Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you’re drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Headcanons

“Don’t run from me” Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)

Brunch with the family (slice of life)

Late night on the beach with Wifey

Ass worship

Nicknames and height

Panty sniffing?

Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store

Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day

how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant

Dennis' zodiac sign

Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?

Is Dennis a horndog?

What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?

Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?

Drabbles

Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met

Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)

Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

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lunarbuck · 2 years ago

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DBF!Ari Levinson + beach day

alice you're gonna kill me lmao

pairing: DBF!Ari x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.5k

beta'd by @late-to-the-party-81 <3 <3 <3

sneak peek: “You see something you like, princess?” You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. “Then take it.”

warnings: age gap, fluffly flirting, dbf, edging/orgasm delay/denial, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [daddy, princess, baby]

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The sand is warm beneath your toes as you settle onto your towel, letting the sun soak into your skin. It’s early enough in the season that the beach isn’t incredibly busy, so you just had to take advantage.

As you close your eyes and let the summer heat warm you, you feel fingers brushing against your arm. Calloused but gentle, the fingers draw up your arm, tickling your neck, and find their way to cup your jaw.

“Princess,” Ari practically groans, shifting to block the sun from your face. “You’re killing me.” You grin, keeping your eyes closed.

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” You taunt, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in the way you know drives Ari crazy. “ Daddy .” You draw the word out and peek an eye open just in time to see Ari’s pupils blow wide.

Ari shifts closer, sidling himself right next to you. Your mouth waters as his broad chest brushes against your shoulder, as his hand slides from your face and down your neck. His fingers trace over the edge of your swimsuit. You’d chosen it specifically to tease him, knowing it’s too small to fully cover your breasts.

You hum lightly in pleasure as Ari runs his strong hands over your body, and for a moment, you worry about the possibility of someone seeing you. The beach isn’t too busy today, but the possibility of someone walking past and seeing the way Ari is touching you, the way you’re reacting to his touch, makes you shiver.

“You think you can tease me and not have any consequences for that?” Ari asks, dipping his head to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck.

You shrug, keeping up your air of indifference. “You’re gonna pay for that, princess. But not right now. Right now, I want to enjoy the weather with my gorgeous girl” Suddenly, Ari’s arms sweep under you, and he swiftly picks you up. You giggle into Ari’s chest, holding onto him as he carries you toward the water.

Ari walks into the surf until the crystal blue waters come up to his waist. He settles into it, letting you adjust to the temperature and as you do, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“I’m glad you got the day off,” you tell him as he shifts your position, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Me too, princess. Your dad might be getting a little suspicious, though.” You sigh at the mention of your father. Ari and your dad have worked together for years now. You hadn’t meant to fall for your dad’s friend, but you don’t regret it one bit. One day, you’ll tell your dad, but you don’t want to think about it right now.

“We’ll tell him soon,” you say, pressing a kiss to Ari’s firm chest. “But let’s just be here. Let’s just enjoy today.” Ari gazes down with you, blue eyes shining like the water, and smiles.

You and Ari swim around, talking and laughing, carefree in a way the two of you often aren’t able to experience. Once your fingers get pruney and the sun starts to set, Ari picks you up and carries you back onto the beach.

After gathering your things, you and Ari wander back to the hotel. He’d surprised you by booking it for the weekend and you were so grateful because it means no sneaking around, no hiding; just an entire weekend of you and Ari.

When you’re back in the hotel room, you bask in the chill of the air conditioning before wandering into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You slip out of your bathing suit, leaving it on the counter, and step under the spray.

You start your routine using your favorite shampoo to rinse the salt from your hair. As you engross yourself in the routine, you hear the bathroom door click open. Ari wanders in through the steam, leaning against the counter. You watch as he picks up your bikini bottoms and twirls them around his finger.

“This bikini is gonna be the death of me, princess,” he says, voice low and gravelly. “You looked so sexy in it.” You smile to yourself as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Ari slides the shower door open and steps under the water with you.

“Ari,” you whisper, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous body. Your eyes drift down his muscular chest, his abs, his adonis belt. When your eyes land on his hard cock, you go weak in the knees.

“You see something you like, princess?” You nod, practically in a trance. Ari steps toward you, tilting his head down to whisper into your ear. “Then take it.” You sink down to your knees, letting your eyes flick up to Ari’s face. He grins and cups your face with his big hands as you lick a drop of precum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, and you bite back a moan.

Before Ari, you’d never really enjoyed giving head, but Ari changes everything. How reactive he is, how much pleasure he gives you as you pleasure him. It’s amazing. You take him into your mouth, sucking him as deeply as you can, and Ari’s hands shift to your head. He doesn’t push, just guides you as your mouth moves over his dick.

“So good, baby,” he tells you through gritted teeth. “So fucking good.” You glow under his praise and squeeze your thighs together. Pleasure shoots through you and builds in your belly. You lose yourself as you take Ari deeper and deeper, loving his taste on your tongue.

Ari suddenly pulls away, and you watch him for his next move. He helps you stand and pins you to the cool tiles. He lets his eyes travel over your body, and you feel heat settle in your belly.

“See something you like?” You ask, tossing his words back at him.

“I do,” he replies, running his hands up your torso to your breasts. He runs his fingers over your nipples, toying with them. “And I’m gonna take it.”

Ari dives in and kisses you, stealing your breath away. Your knees wobble beneath you, and he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. Your pussy grinds against his cock, and you moan into his mouth. You wiggle your hips, aching for him to fuck you, to drive himself deep inside of you.

“Please, Ari, please,” you whisper, building your pleasure higher and higher as you grind against him.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he says, sucking a mark into your neck.

“Ari, I want you to fuck me, please,” you beg, picking up the pace of your hips. Your orgasm builds and builds. “I need it so bad, Ari.”

“Yeah?” he asks, gently biting your shoulder. “You want me to fuck you?” You nod, already a whimpering mess in his arms.

Ari snakes a hand between you and finds your clit with his fingers. He rubs circles in the way he knows you love, and it nearly sends you over the edge. The moment you’re about to come apart, he stops. He holds your hips still, and you groan as the orgasm fades.

“Ari,” you whine, trying to writhe against him, but he holds you still.

“Hm, princess, you shouldn’t have talked back to me earlier,” he says, running his thumb back over your clit. You jolt, sensitivity setting in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Ari,” you tell him, hoping he’ll take mercy on you.

“Actions have consequences, baby.” He grinds his hips against yours, resuming his ministrations on your clit.

Ari works you up to orgasm after orgasm before ripping each of them away, not letting you come, over and over again. He shuts off the water and carries you to the bed, not caring that both of you are still dripping wet. You shake in his arms, a puddle in his hands. When he’s finally decided that you’ve had enough, you have tears pricking your eyes.

“You did so good for me, princess,” he whispers, kissing you gently. “So good.” Ari shifts your hips and lines his cock up.

“Please, Ari, please, I need you so bad.” Ari kisses you and finally presses inside of your aching pussy, making you see stars. He stretches you so much it almost hurts, but he soothes the pain with his lips on your cheek.

His pace is gentle but deep, hitting the spot inside you that makes your body shake. He worships your body, wringing pleasure from you. He whispers words of praise to you, making your body sing.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he tells you as an orgasm builds deep inside you. “My perfect princess.”

When you come, your whole body tightens, and your vision blacks out. Ari fucks you through it, kissing you senseless. With a few more flexes of his hips, he follows you over the edge and sinks to the bed beside you. As you come down from the high, Ari pulls you into his side, holding you close and pressing kisses to your temple.

In moments like this, your love of Ari seems to flow from you. In every touch, in every whispered word.

“I love you, princess,” he whispers into your hair.

“I love you too, Ari.”

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astheskycries · 2 years ago

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The Meeting

After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.

I'm so excited to share the first of many projects with you! As always comments and reblogs are always welcome, and if you want to view my masterpost (or buy me some coffee) check out the links below! All the love <3

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You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-

"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. “Stop being so nervous, they’re going to love you.”

“Will they?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “It’s your ex-wife, who could think I’m going to try and replace her… Not to mention Maya…”

He squeezes your hand. “Trust me, sweetheart. Sarah will love you. Maya will love you.”

“Says you, you’re biased.” You rest your head on his shoulder, getting comfortable and trying to stop your mind from racing.

“And I’m right,” He kisses your hair, parking along the street. "C'mon pretty girl, let's get you inside. Sarah mentioned some kind of dessert we're supposed to try- daughter's orders."

You can't help but laugh, knowing his sweet tooth knows no limits as you keep a tight grip on his large hand, letting the cool breeze soothe some of your nerves. You bite your lip nervously as Ari firmly knocks against the wood, and you release a slow breath before a beautiful woman opens the door.

"There you are, come on in." Sarah ushers us inside, eying Ari disapprovingly but smiling at you softly. "Nice to meet you. Usually he isn't this early."

You laugh a bit, knowing damn well you're both later than planned. "I <i>tried</i> to get him out the door on time."

She shakes her head, grinning as she crosses her arms. "He's a lost cause," She smirks at Ari teasingly, making him roll his eyes. "I'm just glad he's here and trying with her. She doesn't need an absent father."

You nod, careful not to overstep despite wanting to defend how hard he works. Their relationship has always been delicate since Maya was born, and even though it's out of love for the little girl, you know he wishes it had ended better. "Well, all that matters is that she has you both now."

"True," Sarah smiles, calling for her daughter as Ari winks at you. "I hope you're ready, she's been excitable today."

As if on cue an adorable little girl bounds down, looking so much like her father but having the warm eyes of her mother. “Daddy!” She rushes over, knocking into Ari enough for a small oof to escape his lips as she wraps her arms around his middle. “You’re back!”

“I’m back,” He grins, holding her close to his chest. “I issued you, were you good for your mom?”

“Always,” She grins, and from behind you watch Sarah playfully make a face. “Well, mostly.”

“Sounds familiar,” You grin at Ari, not missing the side eye it earns you.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” He rests a large hand on her head, turning her to face you. “This is (Y/N), my… friend.”

“Girlfriend,” Sarah corrects gently, nodding to Ari reassuringly at his nervous expression. “She’s his girlfriend, just like your aunt has her boyfriend.”

She nods, understanding dawning in her eyes. “Nice to meet you,” She smiles gently, taking your hand. “You gotta come play with us, Daddy always has the best games. Do you work with him? Is he as fun out there as he is here?”

“Maya, take a breath.” Her mother chides, smiling at her energy while Ari makes a face at her ribbing. “She just got here, remember?”

“I’d love to play with you,” You smile as she lights up, chatting excitedly as she leads you upstairs to her room. It’s beautiful but simple, full of art and pictures of her and her mom and dad, but nothing negative about their relationship- a testament to their devotion to her. “These are beautiful, you’re an artist?”

She blushes a bit. “Yeah, but not that much. I like to draw Daddy pictures though.”

Ari clears his throat, and you turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “You’ll have to show her more later. What do you want to do first?”

She instantly moves, leading us into several games- some with Ari playing a sea monster and her leading the ship, some of them drawing and creating stories together, and even some where they play board games with her little collection. By the time you have a second to catch your breath it’s been a few hours, Sarah gently calling everyone down to try something Maya made, and you can see with a glance Ari’s worn out from her antics.

“This is great,” You hum, smiling as Maya grins happily. “You’ll have to share more of your desserts with us sometime.”

“Especially with me,” Ari grins, winking at her. “I need more energy to keep up with you.”

Sarah laughs, shaking her head. “We all do if we want to stand a chance,” She rises to start cleaning up, waving her hand dismissively when you and Ari rise to help. “Go relax with her, I know you have to go soon.”

Ari nods, yawning and stretching. “Give me five and I’ll be ready, I need to recharge a bit,” He pads over to the large couch and flops down, almost immediately falling asleep and snoring the way only he can, and Maya giggles as you wink at her.

“I don’t know, I think you should make him spend time with you,” You tease, seeing her grin as she sneaks over to him. Before she can do anything he moves, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her to settle on him without opening his eyes. She laughs and tries to scramble away, making you laugh as he tickles her and kisses over her face. Something in you aches, wanting to give him more chances to be with his daughter, and it takes a moment for you to blink out of it and see Ari’s baby blues watching you intently.

“He’s a good father,” Sarah hums, quietly sitting with you at the table and handing you a mug of tea. “And a good man.”

You blush a bit, taking a sip and letting the warmth soothe you. “He is…”

She gently squeezes your hand. “Things didn’t work out well for us… But I don’t regret the time we spent, or that little girl he loves so much. He’s nothing but an agent, but he’s a damn good father to her.” She smiles at you gently, nothing but warmth and reassurance in her eyes. “He loves you, (Y/N). I can see it in his eyes. You’re a good match.”

You smile shyly, a bit touched she’s being so kind despite her history with your boyfriend. “Thank you, Sarah. “

“What’s going on here?”

You both look up, Sarah smiling as he holds a half-asleep Maya in his arms. “I think it’s about bedtime,” Sarah rises, tea forgotten as she brushes hair from Maya’s face. “Do you want to tuck her in before you go?”

Ari nods, smiling as Maya waves and yawns out a goodnight before he disappears upstairs, giving you time to help gather everything and get ready before Ari rejoins you. After a few goodbyes and promises to visit again soon, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer, kissing your temple. “You ok baby?”

“More than ok,” You lean into his touch, smiling as his arm tightens around you. “I want that. Someday.”

He raises a single eyebrow, glancing down at you. “Want what?”

“That. A warm loving place for you to have a family, a place for you to call home when the thrill of the mission fades. You deserve that happiness.”

“So do you,” He kisses you softly, helping you into his truck but not moving away, keeping his hands on your hips as you spread your legs for him to step closer. “I’d like that. A family with you.” He kisses your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. “But you’re my home, (Y/N). Not a building, or a city, or even a country. You.” You flush, smiling shyly, and he kisses you again before moving to climb back into the driver's seat. “We have a lot of time to practice… and I intend to start immediately.”

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babyjakes · 1 year ago

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | fucking machine

pairing | porn director!ari levinson x pornstar!reader

warnings | reader is an amateur pornstar, ari is her beloved director. emphasis on safe/consensual sex practices (safe word mention.) mild dom!ari vibes. foreplay: nipple and clit play. fucking machine. spitting. orgasm permission + she comes :D

word count | 1,049

thinking about porn director!ari helping you, his favorite little star, take the machine for the first time 🥺 maybe you're fairly new to the line of work and you've only done tamer shoots so far. this is your first taste of intenser porn elements; you're just trying it out with ari before going through a proper shoot with cameras and everything because you're not sure how you'll take it or if you'll like it

ari is super protective of you and wants to make sure you're safe throughout the entire process. he insists it's just you and him because he doesn't want any outside pressure or elements potentially making it hard for you to advocate for yourself or ask to stop if you need to. you trust him so much, he's been so wonderful to you and you feel so much safer knowing it'll be just you and him in the studio 💕

he gets everything ready before you arrive, arranging a comfy leather chaise for you to lay on and setting up the machine/testing out to make sure it works. he gets lube, a few different toys in case you'll want them, and clean up/aftercare stuff all set out as well. he told you to wear whatever you want, whatever's comfy. when you arrive in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he thinks you look so adorable and perfect just the way you are 🥺

he sits with you for a little while beforehand, talking you through everything that'll happen so you understand the machine and there'll be no surprises. he makes you feel so safe and supported, reminding you several times that you can stop at any time, making sure you remember the safe word, etc. he's smiling so big at you when you nod to let him know you're reading, "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart. i promise we'll make it feel good. and if you need anything, you just let me know. that's my job, i'm here to make things easy and comfortable for you"

he has the machine close enough so he can sit on the edge of the chaise there with you and adjust it as necessary. when you're ready, he lets you undress and lay back. he just has such a way of making you feel so secure around him, he's smiling so sweetly at you as he takes some time to rub your thighs, easing your legs open as you relax for him. he takes plenty of time loving on you the ways he knows you love best, gently playing with your nipples before moving down to rub your clit a little bit

"there we go. just relax for me, angel," he's coaxing you as you grow warm and wet beneath his fingers. "gotta get you nice and ready, princess. that feel good, right there? you can tell me what you need, honey. i'll take care of you." once you're adequately warmed up, he pulls away and preps the silicon attachment with lube anyway, just to prevent any friction or discomfort. "you ready, sweetheart? just remember your word, okay? the moment you say, we stop." your enthusiastic nod and gentle smile convince him you're ready

"okay baby, here we go. gonna ease it in," he explains as he gently extends the rod up to press the tip of the dildo against your leaky hole. "bit of a stretch here, deep breaths," he talks you through it as the rubber object is slowly but steadily worked up into you. "good girl, almost there," he hums as he reaches a good stopping point, making sure the thrusts won't push in too far or hit your cervix painfully

rubbing your inner thigh soothingly, asking, "you ready for me to turn it on, princess? we'll start slow, but it'll be intense. you just let me know if you need something on your clit- sometimes that helps with the pressure"

he starts you out on the lowest setting, watching carefully to see how you react. your immediate soft moans and melting into the couch are good signs hehe 🫶 his face is beaming with pride as you lie back and let the machine fuck you, watching as your eyes roll back slightly and your legs tremble as they fall to either side

"g-god," you're groaning as you're pounding steadily, "you should've l-let me do this sooner"

he's chuckling as your words are distorted by the rhythm of the machine. "i needed to make sure you were ready, pretty girl. and look at you, you're taking it so well," he knows it drives you crazy when he talks to you like that, and it's working alright!!

"m-more," you're soon begging, "faster, p-please!"

he can't help but laugh lightheartedly a bit more at your enthusiasm and impatience, nodding as he bumps you up a bit in speed. you let out the sweetest, happiest sighs as the repeated pounding rocks the entire couch. wanting to make the experience as good as possible for you, he goes back to cupping your tit with one hand, patting lovingly over your swollen clit with the other. his added stimulation makes your body jerk and writhe weakly, broadening his proud smile

"go ahead, baby. take what you need. you want it faster?" he asks as he twists and tugs at your hardened nipple. your pleading nod prompts him to boost you up another few notches, the machine growing a bit noisier as you're now fucked a bit more forcefully. wiggling yourself down a bit, you dare to let the tip of the rubber cock hit up perfectly against your weak spot. the build-up to your orgasm seems to happen over the span of mere seconds, but ari sees it happening

"p-please, i'm gonna-" you're panting weakly as you teeter towards the edge. he knows you so well, he can somehow tell exactly what you need to get you there. he brings his hand up, spitting on his fingers before slapping them down over your clit, rubbing in furious circles

"go ahead, baby. you've been so good. you can go ahead and come," his permission is all it takes- you come right then and there on that massive rubber dick as it pounds you into oblivion, ari's skilled fingers carrying through the wonderful high 💕

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bigtreefest · 8 months ago

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Whatever You Need

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

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

Word count: 1,628

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, sugar. You okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another shake of the head.

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

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

“Okay, give me a second.”

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

“Alright, sugar. Turn over.”

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

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

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

“Is this better?”

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

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

“You want me to make you feel good?”

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

“No. Not like how you’re thinking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months ago

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How I'm Looking at You, Part 3

Summary: it's becoming too much, and you're learning so much.

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, first orgasm, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, mild imagines of breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.8K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Taking a deep breath, you lift another spoonful of the coffee soup to your lips before letting the spoon fall back in the glass with a clash. Eyes going wide as you read through the words quickly, and turn the page. The English are a different breed of people, but you have found yourself more and more immersed in their literature. Getting to a better stopping point, you dip a piece of the bread in the soup, and look towards Ari.

He’s staring directly at you. Those crystal blue eyes of his rakes over your face curiously as if he’s studying you. As if you are the most interesting thing in the world. An abandoned newspaper beside his breakfast, but how could you be more interesting than whatever was in that?

Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze back to the book, and read nothing. You can still feel his warm and curious eyes as you try to breathe. Just breathe. Going to the swimming hole has lit something in you. Something deep within your body, and it is purely physical. You want him. You want him like the characters in your books, and that just brings on even more questions.

Questions that have you fearing their answers. Was Ari even aware of the books he had given you to read? Was that his plan all along? Because there is something stirring, and you don’t know how to deal with it. Between him and what you’re reading it’s becoming too much. It fizzles lower than your belly, and you have a feeling that Ari is the only one that can fix it.

Ari shifts in his chair, and you look over towards him. If he wants your attention, he can have a bit of it. You’re almost too embarrassed and scared to give him your full attention. “I want to apologize for the other day?”

“Apologize?” You ask a bit confused. What exactly is he apologizing for? And why was the fact that he was apologizing and admitting he did something wrong — desirable? Men around here were right, and you were just to accept it.

“For the swimming hole,” you nod once, your vision turning to an odd scratch in his table. Your father would have already had that buffed out. “I think things got a bit heated, and if I crossed the line, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t. Not really,” you gulp as you try and find the words. These books have been giving you so many new words that you aren’t sure if you can or should put them into a sentence. But there is one thing that seems to be common amongst the women, “It’s just so fast. And it’s overwhelming and I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling,” that didn’t sound too bad.

“What exactly are you feeling?” He adjusts his seat. Putting his forearms onto the table, while he leans forward. Giving you more attention than anyone else ever has, “If you’re comfortable,” you shake your head quickly, and he smiles. He has a pretty smile. A smile that you can feel radiate all the way to your toes, and that makes no sense at all.

“We should go swimming again,” you look at him, a smile creeping up on your face. “If-if you want to, that is. I can get you a bathing suit, and you can feel free to ask me anything. I could be like an open book, if you will.”

“Anything?” He whispers out, yes, and you let those words sink a moment before nodding, and picking your book back up. You read a paragraph about fifteen times without even absorbing what the words mean. But you have to quit looking at him. You have to keep him off your mind, while you try not to explode.

Anything. Anything that you can come up with, he’s willing to answer. You need to gather your thoughts, and think about what you would like to ask him. What if you irritated him to the point that he didn’t want to answer questions anymore? You had to make these questions count for something.

Ari is a strange character. He’s intense in ways that your community isn’t. Here the men just had a stern hand. They walked around being able to do what they wanted to because they were men. They just had to stick to the Amish ways, or at least not get caught. Judging by the church service over the weekend, people are having the same thoughts about you.

You could hear the whispers, and the backwards glances. Gossiping is a sin. Ari is your friend though. He doesn’t talk about you, he talks with you. A worldly man, and he gave you his undivided attention, and even his touches.

And why shouldn’t you be friends with Ari? It’s not like you’re doing something you shouldn’t be. You’re enjoying time with him, and learning from him. That’s more like a teacher. Except — Ari doesn’t look anything like the teachers you grew up with. He’s tall, large, and thick, and he makes your body ache in weird ways. You’re sure he’s not feeling the same way as you, so it’s best to keep these feelings suppressed.

But these stupid books are not helping. There’s something within them that just makes sense. They’re answering and describing a lot of things you’ve been feeling, but how does one know if your teacher is feeling the same way? How do you know if Ari is just as much of a knotted up mess as you are?

“So,” Ari starts, whatever his train of thought was, depleting. He’s not usually one to be shy, that’s typically you.

“What?” Laying your book down, you smile up at him. “Ari, what is it?”

“If I ask, you have to promise to not get mad,” now what is he up to that would make you get mad?

“I thought we were friends?”

“Yes!” His shout makes you flinch, and you giggle at your silly reaction. “I’m sorry, but yes, we’re friends. And I’m only trying to help you out. I took a guess at…your size of bra.”

“Oh,” your eyes fall back to the table. You had read about bras. There’s no way that the scratch on the table are as exciting as you’re making it. But looking at Ari is almost painful, “You know everything I wear, I’ve made myself, right?”

Ari inhales deeply, his own eyes looking at the odd mark on the table now. He actually didn’t know that, and now he fears he’s overstepped his boundaries. You like to think the scratch resembles an upside down J, but more rounded instead of a straight like. “Do you know what a bra is?”

“Essentially, yes. But,” your cheeks flare up with embarrassment, but you refuse to let this be another moment of trying to run away from him. It’s all you feel you’re doing, running away. You stand your ground of being present with him. “I don’t wear one.”

“Do you want to? Or have I gone too far??”

The women in the books all wear bras, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to experience some of the moments in the books. Unable to answer, you just nod your head. “Do you know how to put one on?”

“I think I can figure it out. Were you about to offer to help me?” This is very much the flirting that the books talk about. His crooked little grin goes wider across his face, and his cheeks flame up. Turning rosy while you can’t stop smiling. It feels good not to be the only one that has this rumbling in your stomach.

“I may have,” his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. “I got you some panties, and they had a matching set with the bras, and…I don’t know, I figured you might like them? They’d be pretty on you,” He’s thoughtful, if not a shameless flirt. But still it feels nice to be seen, and thought of. “I’ve heard that it can make a woman feel sexy even if nobody sees it.”

Ugh, that gross feeling settles in your craw. Anger is not becoming of an Amish woman, but this doesn't feel like anger. It feels disgusting, and it hurts. You can nearly feel it blooming outwardly in your body, and you only want him to see you in your underwear. Nobody else. You want him to stop talking about other women, even if he’s had them. You want to be the only woman on his mind.

“Maybe they can show you what it looks like then?” His brow cocks up, and you push your chair back with a loud squeak. “I think it’s time for you to get to work.”

“Are you — jealous?” His words halt you in your tracks as you purse your lips. “Darling, there is no other woman in my life but you.”

“But there was, and I don’t much like hearing about them,” of course he couldn’t understand the feeling. You are pure, while he has had others.

“They were in the past, and…”

“And did they show you their panties as well?” He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Contemplating the best way to proceed. “I see. I’m assuming they also have mated with you.”

“You are jealous,” his words are flat, and if they were mocking you, you might not feel as angry as you do right now. “There’s nothing to be jealous about.”

“How can I be something I don’t even understand what it means? Ari, you should really go outside, and start your chores for today, while I start mine,” what you really want is for him to leave you alone while you’re left with the debilitating thoughts that won’t stop pounding through your mind.

He sighs, pushing his chair back as he goes to stand. Staring at you while you look at anything that isn’t him. The burning sting that you feel oozes into you, and makes you feel weak and filthy. You hate it, and you hate when he does that to you.

“You’re right, Darling. I’m sorry,” what he’s apologizing for, you aren’t sure, but it doesn’t fully quell the sludge bubbling in your stomach. “I figured the bedroom upstairs could be yours,” that came from nowhere. You study him as he fights for the words to say next.

“Maybe you should look in the drawers. You’re doing a great job here, and I can’t thank you enough. Take some time off today,” you start to object. Blubbering through words, but his calloused finger presses up against your pouty lips, and you’re stunned into submission.

You look up at him through your lashes, feeling smaller than you actually are. He’s massive. His size always seems to make you feel like a child. “There’s less to do here because it’s just me. As your employer, I am telling you to take it easy today. Do I make myself clear?” Your throat is dry, almost on the verge of hurting as you nod your head. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so what are you supposed to do? Continue to argue and lose? No. You’ll just accept his warning.

“Everything in that room is yours,” he says with finality as he stalks to the door, and out for the day.

You’re left reeling. Playing over every word said this morning while you try and figure out all that is happening. Big strong Ari makes you very weak in the knees, and wet. That’s what the books say, and that is what you feel. The books have a perfect way of explaining the things that are going on in your hidden areas.

These feelings you can’t explain, but the books do. But what they suggest to take care of those feelings seems forbidden. Gathering up your current book, you lift your skirts a bit as you walk up the stairs. Counting each one on the way up. Fifteen. Fifteen steps until you reach the top landing.

Journeying down the hallway, you stop and take a peek in the first room. Ari’s. He actually made the bed today, but didn’t close his drawers all the way. He told you not to work today, but you can’t let those drawers stay open, so you take a few steps to it, and close them. Looking out the window you see him squinting up at the house before he smiles, and looks back at Jacob and the other two boys.

He saw you in his room. You had no business being in here, and you wonder if he’s going to punish you for not listening to him. It didn’t matter. What’s done is done, and you’ll accept whatever punishment he deems fit. You’ll just go to your room, as Ari called it.

It’s prettier than his. Showing oddly feminine furniture that are a bit too decorative to be Amish, but you like them. Love them actually. Love the way the intricate golden vines sprawl out over the sturdy wood, but it’s inside that has got you curious. You walk over to the window, and see Ari smiling at you again. Tipping his hat before you close the curtains.

Is he watching you? Waiting to see what you think of this bedroom? Or even what’s in the closet and drawers? Which makes you wonder, what exactly is in there. Opening the door to the closet, you take a step back as your eyes flick over the frocks. So many colors. And fabrics. Tags on them let you know that they weren’t made by someone, but you adore them all the same.

Pulling out on dress, you flatten it over your body, and turn to look at a floor length mirror, that definitely isn’t Amish. Vanity is a sin. But peering into the looking glass you get the appeal. You run your fingers over the lavender material as you swish around. Trying to get a feel of what it would look like on your body before you lay it on the bed.

You should try it on. But first where are the bras, those sets, that Ari spoke about. You go to the dresser, and open up a drawer. Smiling when you see the multitude of colors and materials in there. They were beautiful. It’s one thing that truly bothered you about your community, they want to praise God because of the beauty he created, while you are left to mope around in drab tones.

Don’t bring attention to oneself. But this would be under your clothes and only you and Ari would know. These are things you would be proud to show him, and even tell him how pretty they make you feel. You choose a pretty pale pink set. The bottoms have a bit less material than what you have been wearing. But the top looks so fresh and light that you need it on your skin. And then you can try on the dress.

Maybe even show Ari, and ask what he thinks. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you put the pieces on. Spinning and turning to admire the way they fit on your body. How they hug your curves, and lift your breasts. Your fingers tickle over the cups, and your body jerks back at the sensation. That…that was a lot for very little effort. It’s only partially of how Ari makes you feel. He has you wound so tight that it’s sometimes difficult to breathe.

He makes you feel like your skin is on fire. That your blood is so hot and boiling that it physically turns your body into a furnace. Every time. The serious tone, and the way he looks at you with those pouting eyes. The intensity you feel between the two of you swells, and you need something. The books make that something seem easy, but the way you feel, and what you have been taught is anything but simple. It’s a sin. A loathsome and filthy sin. But why does his smile and touch make you feel good?

It’s something that could get you shunned out of your community. Something that nobody even talked about. It’s to be had, but kept secret. You’ve read enough in the books to know it’s not just breeding, although that seems to be a colorful time. But a pleasure that takes you out of your body and puts you into an out of body experience. You just had to ask Ari a few things about parts, and what they actually mean, and do. Maybe you’d ask him to go back to the swimming hole. You could have a picnic dinner planned, and you are not going to run away. You’re going to force yourself to stay, and learn.

“Fuck,” you hear an angry growl coming from the front door, and make your way down the stairs. His arms flail around on the porch as he removes his shirt. Legs dancing around and stomping on the shirt before he comes inside.

Welts form on his body as he starts swatting his thick chest, and you rush to him, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” his words stop immediately when he sees you. Sorrowful for saying that word in front of you, but the pain overtakes him as he groans, swatting at his chest again.

“Your hurt,” that much is obvious as you look over his skin. “Let me wash my hands. Yellow jackets?”

“Yeah,” his voice is strained as he follows you into the kitchen. “What do I need to do?” You give him a point to the chair, and he follows your lead. Mixing up a little concoction, you grab a towel, and kneel between his legs.

Your soft and delicate hands move over his ample chest. Stopping on each welt to make sure you remove every stinger. You can’t look up at him, but feel his eyes never leave yours, “What happened?”

“I was actually plowing, and ran right into a nest. There’s none on my back. They got in the front of my shirt, Darling,” he wants to plead to you not to get off your knees. To stay there while he has the most intrusive impure thoughts about you. You gulp, reaching up to the table, and grab your little bowl.

“It may sting a bit,” whispering as you press a hand on his broad chest. His heart is beating just as fast as yours, an he leans back, so you can lift up off your haunches. Forgetting what it is you’re supposed to be doing as you watch the rise and fall of his body. He’s beautiful, and it’s suffocating to think about how close you are. How you can still feel the heat of the sun on his skin.

“What is that?” He asks with a smile, and you remember what it is you’re supposed to be doing. Gathering up a little bit of the paste, you smooth it over the first sting, and he hisses. Everything in your body buzzes as you rub it into another sting. “Darling? You okay?”

No, you’re not, but you nod because it’s the safest thing as you spread out the salve right beside his nipple. Your eyes roll up to meet him, and you freeze. The way he is staring at you seems just right. Your body is on fire, but it doesn’t feel sinful. “I-i-i-it’s meat tenderizer,” you sound like the girls who have a boy courting them, and you can’t make the silliness stop.

“What?” The rumble of his chuckle vibrates straight to your core, and you clench your thighs together trying to make it stop. How does a laugh send sensations there? Everything Ari does makes the central area of your body fill with need. Feel the need for him to do something. Anything.

“It works, doesn’t it?” There’s heat coursing through you to Ari. Spreading between the two of you, and you can’t make things move. Your hands fall to his thighs, and you whimper at the feeling of the cords of muscle that make up the majority of him. He’s big everywhere. You just know it. The books said as much, but you don’t dare ask a question about those areas.

His mouth turns up into a soft grin as he leans forward. Inching closer and closer to you, and you’re immobilized, but not by fear. Whatever is happening you pray that it happens faster. The way that your body bends into his, curving at your back, and you look up at him.

Ari licks his lips, and lifts a hand under your chin. Holding you in place, and placing you how he wants you. His lashes splay over his cheeks as he takes a quick glance to your lips before closing his eyes, and you copy his movements. Primed and ready for his lips to brush softly against yours, and he intakes a long breath before you pucker out your own, and he gently and tenderly presses against your plump lips.

His tongue tickles on the pillows of your mouth, and they part on their own accord. Your taste buds are assaulted with the tangy taste of tea. Trying to taste more, your tongue darts out, tasting his tongue, and those thick arms wrap around your body, lifting you higher up. Swallowing every shallow breath, and every whimper that escapes you.

The two of you melt into one another. Nothing has ever felt like this, and that fuzzy feeling spreads in your belly. No lower. “Ari,” you say his name breathlessly as he gulp for air. Your lungs pain with the wide spread of oxygen, and you still hunger for Ari. He pulls you up into his lap. Refusing to remove his mouth from you, and his hands explore the curves that your dress always hides.

Kissing from your lips, down to your jaw as your body starts to rock into him. Movements you’ve never made before, and you want more. He takes his mouth to your neck, giving the sensitive column a little nibble, and you yip. Mewling out his name, and he smiles on your skin, “You like that?”

You don’t have time to ask him to make the buildup inside of you stop because the front door slings open, and booming steps walk towards the kitchen, “Ari, you…” you stand up quickly from his lap, and smooth down your skirts, shamefully looking away from Jacob. Your whole body spinning around while Ari sits in the chair nonchalantly with his legs spread wide. Both arms rest on his legs, while his hands hang over his crotch. Hiding the effect you had on him.

“Are you okay?” Jacob looks between the two of you, and you walk over to the empty sink. Staring into the porcelain like your vision can manifest dirty dishes. Don’t look at him. Don’t speak to him. He is Amish, and you’re now alone with two men. “I came to check on you. Jedidiah said you came in here cursing up a storm. We don’t like to hear such things, but for the women, especially.”

“Jacob, I’m fine. Um…meat tenderizer, does the trick every time,” Jacob looks between the two of you as Ari stands from the chair. Towering over Jacob, “Don’t barge into my house. Okay?”

“Was she…?”

“She was tending to my stings, and now I feel brand new. I’ll meet you back outside,” Jacob’s dark green eyes look over to your back, and you keep staring at the overly clean sink. Why did you have to be so sufficient? “I’ll be out shortly, Jacob.”

The boy gives a nod to Ari, and reluctantly walks away. Trying to think of any kind of scenario that could explain the quick movement that he witnessed. But Ari can only think of you. Slowly he walks over to your side, and his hand rests under chin, and he turns you to look at him, while his thumb grazes over your kiss-swollen lips.

His thoughts are only on your embarrassment and questions you have to be having right now. “Darling, what happened isn’t wrong.”

“I know, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels forbidden, and private,” he wishes there was a way to make you not feel so much guilt, but you are hardwired that way. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but he doesn’t know the words to say to reassure you of that. He wants you to know that what he feels for you is beyond just the physical part. That he has a need to take care of you.

The only reason he’s even entertaining this place still is because of you. He can’t say all that. Can’t say that he wants to pick you up, and set you on the counter while he lifts up your skirts, and worships you between your thighs. Fuck everyone’s small minded thoughts in this community because you deserved to be respected, loved, and cherished. And above all feel pleasure without shame.

“Ari, I can’t stop feeling funny around you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know?” How does one explain that you what you want with him is what is going on in the books? You didn’t even know what was going on in the books. You know there are wifely duties to her husband, but you didn’t know if that’s how a wife surrendered to her husband. The women in the books receive pleasure and compliments beyond your wildest imaginations. The women here bore children. There seems to be a difference there.

“Try to explain it?”

“It feels fuzzy, and I want something that I don’t even know what it is. And I want,” you bite your lip, and Ari wants to drop to his knees. He knows that would be too much right now. But you need the edge to be taken off of you.

“Did — did you enjoy the kiss?”

“Maybe too much.”

“Why do you say that?”

You stare up at him, eyes darting all around his ridiculously handsome face, and try to think of the words that won’t embarrass you. No one has ever talked to you about kissing, or even how it would make you feel. All you know is from the books. The men in those books seem to understand, and like it.

“It’s just that arousal has pooled in my core,” his eyes go wide, and he looks towards your belly. He’s speechless. His hand grips onto the counter, knuckles whitening, and his hip juts out. You hear him audibly counting, although it’s barely spoken. “You should go back outside.”

“I should take you swimming, and have some privacy with you,” he wants to take his time with you. Lavish you with so much attention that you can’t even think straight. The way he wants to spoil you with pleasures beyond your wildest imagination.

“It’s not an actual pool,” he blows out a slow bit of air, while you try to understand what he’s thinking. It isn’t about where he takes you, it’s just about being alone and uninterrupted.

“I know exactly what is happening to your body,” of course he does because he’s made other women feel like this. You want to scream, and tell him to leave you alone.

“Because there are other women who understood these feelings, and they were more appealing to you. You don’t have to tell me about them every chance you get. Please, Ari, go finish your chores, and I will see you at dinner,” you need to end the conversation, and you begin to spin around, but he grabs ahold of your wrist, “Ari?”

“I’m not walking out that door with you feeling jealous,” you aren’t jealous. You are angry. “There might have been other women, because I wasn’t shunned into thinking that it was a sin, but no woman has ever appealed to me the way you have. No other woman has made me feel as hard as you do,” that phrase. It meant something important. That’s what the books stated. “We’re continuing this conversation at the swimming hole tonight. Don’t worry about dinner. You’re eating English pizza.”

He drops your wrist, and marches out the front door. Picking up his shirt, he shakes it out, making sure the hideous creatures that marred his skin were no longer there. He should have got another one. What did he even mean? Harder — that could only describe one thing. But you’d have to ask Ari exactly what it all meant.

You wring your hands together as you pace around his living room. You had already watched the hired hands leave, and Ari picked up his phone, and dialed a number and was gone. He told you the conversation would continue, and you want it to, but you’re nervous. Nervous about him, or what he thinks. Nervous about you and whatever your body is doing. But you like it. Really like it.

And that kiss, you are swooning so hard. He put his tongue in your mouth just like the books said. And of all the books you read, you couldn’t have been prepared for the actual alarms that went off in your body. How perfect it felt, and just how sparks flew through every limb and ligament, and you felt as if you could fly.

The books didn’t fully prepare or warn you of that. How it felt like there’s fish in your stomach swimming around. Or how you ached, and throbbed in ways you couldn’t explain, so he had to do it. He had to come clean and tell you everything, but how do you start that conversation? You know what you have to do, but you aren’t sure if you have the guts to actually do it.

Could you go through with it? Ari isn’t the average man, and you know he’s not going to fall for your — is this what games are? One book mentioned the games women played. Are you playing games with him? No. You’ve made it clear, you told him what you were feeling, and he wants to continue the conversation. And there are — things that happen in the books. Where the men put their hands, and other things, and they have opened up so many possibilities, and you want to explore them all. You think. So many questions that you need answered.

You jump back a step, and put your hands behind your back as Ari walks in through the door with a box of pizza, his bright eyes looking you up and down before motioning to the kitchen, “Do you want to eat here, or do you want to have a picnic?”

“Picnic. I think you need to cool down, and get the dirt off you,” he nods, and grabs a few sodas from the fridge, and a blanket. He starts to walk out the back door, and you skip off after him. There is a tension in the air that can physically seep through your bones, and you want it smoothed away. You know that he’s not angry with you, he’s just lacking the words to say to you.

Stopping at the swimming hole, you grab the blanket from him, and lay it out on the ground, and he places the drinks and pizza down. He tugs at his shirt, until it’s thrown onto the blanket, and you watch his muscles ripple, and he’s kicking off his boots, and yanking his pants down. Standing in front of you like the giant he is. “Are you going to join me?”

“Nobody comes out here?” He shakes his head no, starting to walk backwards to the river, and you gulp. Reaching towards your buttons, before dropping your hands. Your eyes scan over the location before you tell yourself this is what they do in the books, and you like Ari, and want to feel the way those women did.

Your fingers tremble as they undo each button one at a time, and you let your dress fall to the ground. Ari’s boxer briefs tighten instantly as he stares at your backside. The cute bikini cut of your panties having a bit of your asscheeks hanging out. The soft pink color sitting on your skin like it was painted on there.

And then you turn around with your arms covering your top. You are wearing one of the matching sets he got you. “I can’t see anything you don’t want me to see,” timidly you peel your arms away, and walk towards the river. He stands up, walking closer, and you yip. He’s bigger, like he was before. He holds up his hand and you take it, so he can assist you in the water, and get a bit more coverage than before.

“You look beautiful,” he can’t help the way his eyes move all over every bit of exposed skin.

“Vanity is a sin,” keeping you covered was the sin.

“And I’m no angel,” you knew that to be true. He was both holy and unholy. A twinge of guilt pangs in your chest, as you glance between the two of you.

“How do they fit?”

“Hmm?” He shakes his head, meeting your eyes again. He has to focus if he wants this conversation to go anywhere. But the way your nipples are pressing against that thin material has him ready to blow a loud immediately. The fabric already see through with the moisture, and it’s pointless now. You should just remove it.

“My panties. Did they fit well?”

“Yeah,” he answers dopely, and you glance away with your cheeks setting on fire. The heat spreads throughout your body, as you stare at him through the crystal clear water. He’s even bigger. And your body longs to feel him against you again.

“Remember when you told me if ever I have any questions, you’d answer?” He gives you a nod. Letting his mouth sink below water, he swims and floats all around you like a shark with his meal for the night. Circling you like his prey, while you try to find a less blatant way to ask a question.

Him surrounding you just lights everything on fire. Like your blood is lava, and even the cold river isn’t stopping it. Things are happening to you that you didn’t understand, and even if you’re overwhelmed, you don’t hate it. You want to understand it, and want to know how to quell it.

“I guess first things first,” you inhale deeply, looking at him, and unable to take your eyes away. It’s like he needs you as much as you need him, and that doesn’t even make sense. “What’s a cock?”

So much happens in such a short time. Ari inhales before his mouth can get out of the water. Choking and sputtering on the water that he sucked into his lungs, and you’re able to maneuver yourself in front of him, and you grab his face, trying to get him to calm before you sink under water. Forgetting that you can’t swim because Ari is in trouble.

He lifts you up, bringing you straight onto his body, and his eyes capture yours. You feel both of your heartbeats in the most bizarre places as he clings to you. Those thick hands splay a bit too low on your back, to the point it isn’t really just your back. He’s so big. “What did you say?”

“A cock. What is it? It’s not like a rooster, obviously.”

“I think it’s better for me to show you,” you asked the question, and he couldn’t help his slimy little comment to come out. He’d show you his cock whenever you want him to. He wants to make an offer if you see it, you have to taste it.

“What does that mean?” Holding you with one arm, he pulls your hand, placing it on his swollen underwear. You whimper as you look into his eyes, and his hand flattens on yours, guiding you to massage his bulge. “And that’s — what goes in me?” How is that ever going to fit anywhere on you?

“What?”

“And that’s where the cum is from. Mmm,” your eyes look through the water, watching your hands as it palms his cock. “Can I see it? Is this how fucking works? Your cock goes into my cunt, and you shoot your cum into my belly. Would you want to see the cum leak out of me? I have so many questions, and you’re not answering, you’re just moaning. What do you taste like?”

“You’re killing me,” no you weren’t. In the books, this is what the men wanted the women to do. They wanted to fuck them deep and hard, and fuck their mouth. This is what men want. “Where are you getting all these words from?”

“The books. So, if you’re not in your underwear, how big is your cock. And what’s my cunt…oh my,” your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hand cups your covered mound, and you bite at your lip. Both of you rubbing each other, and it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Like something is missing. “What is fucking then?”

“You probably shouldn’t say that around your community. That’s a very bad word, and you’re such a naughty girl. But if you really want to know what fucking is, we got to start by stretching. Can I touch you under the panties?” He’s never prayed before this moment, but he prays you say yes. All this conversation has done is create a need to feel you from the inside.

“What?”

“It’s easier for me to show the true function of your cunt, if I can go inside of you,” you moan. Your body curves more into him, bringing your core right to his cock. Your body needs to be fucked, but you deserve to have someone make passionate love with you.

“Like finger fucking? Fingering, right? You’ll scissor your fingers inside of me, so you can stretch me out? Yes, can you show me?” His pinky moves aside your panties, and when his bare hands touch you, the moan you let out doesn’t even sound human.

“Shh, you’ve got so much repressed sexual energy, you’re about to blow before I even touch you. This right here, is your pussy, or as you like to call it your cunt,” you didn’t quite understand. His fingers roam over your split, but they were nothing compared to what you held in your hand. His fingers feel baby like. His cock that you try to wrap your hands around feel otherworldly.

“But this,” his fingers push past through your body, and you feel him in your throat. Pressing your forehead against his, and you can no longer hold his cock as you let his fingers roam around inside of you. It didn’t make any sense, and even though you know it will be frowned upon, this pleasure is too good to give up. “This beautiful hole, is your pussy. But…”

Ari’s mouth falls open as you succumb to the pleasure. Your mouth agape, and brows furrowed as you just feel him. “If I can make you come, are you going to give your pussy to me?”

“What’s coming?” he adds a second finger, and you raise your body off him a bit. The stretch is much more intense, and the fullness is mind-blowing. This is what going dumb means. There’s no thoughts, just the way that Ari is making you feel, but also how he feels inside of you. Like he belongs there. A thumb presses down on your entrance, and the sounds that flow out of your mouth make Ari moan.

“I can’t explain coming, you’ll just know. This is your clit,” his thumb circles around the little bean, and your body jumps around. You didn’t believe in magic, but if you did, it belonged in Ari’s fingertips. Your body starts rolling into him, lifting your drenched tits out of the water.

The fabric of your bra is too thin, and your nipples protrude out. If you think you’re overwhelmed, he’s a dead man. His eyes don't know what to look at. He wishes he could see his fingers dragging in and out of your heavenly pussy. Desires nothing more than to see your tits free and bouncing around as he fucks his fingers into you. But it isn’t until he feels your walls flutter, around that he just stops and enjoys what he sees.

Eyes closing tightly as he drives in harder. Faster. Curling his fingers, he hits a tender spot that takes all thoughts away. Tight circles on your clit. Everything working in harmony. Until the dam breaks, and you are gasping and panting for air. Unable to open your eyes, he lets your cunt relax around him before he pulls out his fingers, placing them directly into his mouth where he can suck off your diluted juices.

“That’s coming,” he’s so proud at how well you took him. How beautiful and perfect you looked as you came undone, and he wants to see it again. And again.

“So different from cum. Will you show me your cum?” You are trying to murder him. There’s no other way around this. You are saying all the innocent and filthy things that come to your mind, and he wants you to partake in everything. Whatever books you’re reading, he’ll buy you five thousand more, just so you continue to stay curious for him.

“I’ll paint you with my cum if that’s what you need. But, you just had your first orgasm. I think it’s time for us to eat. Maybe you can show me your pussy outside of the water,” you take some staggered breaths before you open your eyes, looking at him confused.

“But it’s your pussy now,” fuck, he says in his head, and your staring at him seriously. “But how does a cock feel going inside?”

“Not a cock,” you don’t understand. That’s what the books say. “My cock. But not today. I bet that was your first kiss today wasn’t it?” You nod your head. It’s not something that’s done. Things like that are for marriage. And you’d assume whatever his fingers were doing earlier is as well.

“And there’s other lips I can kiss that’ll make you feel even better,” Ari gives your sweet little cunt a few taps with his palm, and the way you look at him so sweetly and whisper please has things on overdrive. He maneuvers you to his front. Coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist as he grinds you on him. “Just like this. You feel how hard you made me?”

“Yeah,” you struggle to get out. “You’re so — big.”

“And you’ll learn to take every inch of me. I’ll have you stretched out so wide around my cock, and you’re going to beg for me to go harder. You’re such a sweet girl, but you want to be my filthy little slut, huh?” In the past you’ve heard those words in such negative terms. But when Ari calls you his, it has you melting into him. Arching your back, you see his eyes go to your breasts.

“You’ll suck on my pebbled peaks, too?”

“Darling, I’ll suck on every part of your body,” whimpering out his name he moves you over him harder. Grunting, growling, and deep breathing. He watches you. You’re about to get off again, and it’s a shame he can’t see your body glistening with his cum that’s about to blow all over your virgin pussy.

“Darling, I’m a sucker for you. You ready?” You nod your head excitedly as he crashes his lips into yours. He devours your moans, gifting you with his own. Creating waves in an otherwise steady river with your movements, until you feel the most beautiful warmth spurt against your skin. “That’s what you fucking do to me. I’ve never came like that before.”

He pants as he looks over your face. Your eyes are wide as they watch him. “It may be a sin, Darling, but you’re worth it,” and you think he’s worth it, too. There’s no way these Amish men could ever be so vulgar with you. It’s depraved, and you sink even further into his hell with him. Your purity be damned because you know it belongs to him.

“I think the books my sister suggested for me to get are complete and utter trash. But you keep reading, and figure out what you like. Write it down. Maybe one day I’ll not only fuck you, but fuck my cum inside of your cunt so deep, that…” he stops, what the fuck was he saying? He’s never desired for children. But the thought of you filled to the brim with his cum, and watching it drip out of you has him reeling. The thought of fucking you everyday before you go home thrills him. Have you walking around with a used pussy, and nobody knows that he took your virtue. They didn’t deserve you.

He has visions of you taking him every way possible. Sobbing out his name while he has his seed dripping out of you. But it isn’t enough. That is just for him. The lips of your pussy swollen from how hard he fucks you will be just for him. But your belly swollen and full of him, nobody could deny. He would have you and nobody else could. He’d have to save you and take you away from this disgusting place. And this is just crazy.

“But, refrain from talking about fucking, and my cock and that beautiful little pussy. Let’s keep it to just us. If you do, I’ll make sure you get to come on my cock.”

“Do I get to taste it?”

“Fuck,” he sighs. You want to try it all, and are eager, and scared, and timid, and it makes it that much more satisfying. Your little bit of jealousy ignited something inside of him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and the thought of him fucking some other woman made you angry. No, it pissed you off. Made you all bratty and snippy. He wanted to push you to your knees, and shove his cock past those pouty lips to remind you the only person that is making his dick wet is you.

“Darling, the first time I come inside of you, I’ll gather the leaking cum with my cock, and let you suck it off. Two holes will be filled with me,” it sounds so — you can’t even think of words. You just know that the books and Ari are your undoing. But once that door is opened, can it fully be closed?

You had Ari inside of you, and you craved more. Addiction is a sin, but Ari was worth sinning for.

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ari + chest hair + purring like a cat

Thank you dear Hoe Fairy<3

Damn! Ari with his chest hair... a hell of a combination that I can't resist

I present to you:

Lazy Morning

Warning: Dub-con (since they are married); Actor!Ari Levinson, somno, oral (mentioned just a little), fingering, p in v, fluff and smut.

W/C: ~1.5K

A/N: ...shit I totally forgot about the chest hair part

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"And the Oscar goes to -" The host paused dramatically, before opening the envelop in his hand and pulling out the sheet of paper that contained the name of the winner for tonight.

"-Ari Levinson, from The Feud!"

The first action, out of sheer surprise, was to look into your soft eyes. Ari saw you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, when your eyes dampened in happiness.

He headed to the stage after kissing and hugging you, shaking hands along the way.

"... I want to thank the director Frank Adler, and our team for making The Feud to happen." He choked on his words, on your name, tears rolled heavy beneath his eyelids, "And to my beautiful wife. You mean the world to me. I love you."

...

Your wet mouth engulfed him inch by inch. Words were a slur of moaning coming out of his lips.

"F-Fuck, honey-"

His cock reached the back of your throat. So soft. So warm.

"Feels good, baby?" You whispered in your sultry voice, "Come down my throat. I want to taste you..."

His hand grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down on his cock. Pushing you down until he was fully seated in your mouth. Until he was on the verge of exploding-.

The sun peeked through the window and the slim creek of the curtains, landing on his skin.

Among the soft incessant buzz of his phone, the faintest of stirring of you in his arms, and the sun, he woke up from slumber.

It took him a moment to recall his memories from last night. Last night was a combination of alcohol, chatting up, and tiring ceremonies.

Right. Ceremony. The Oscar.

Ari scratched his bearded chin. He might have a little problem distinguishing reality from his dream.

The ceremony and the speech, that he remembered. But the fact that you were fully clothed in pyjamas reminded him that the blurry vision he just had - the one where you took him in your mouth - was a dream.

He sighed softly into the back of your neck. The afterparty lasted until three in the morning, and both of you had been too tired to do anything besides getting ready for bed in the early hours. Which led to the fact that he was hard as fuck, and there was nothing he could do about it while you were still sleeping.

You were practically glowing in your sleep, which could be the sun kissing your skin, but still, glowing, peaceful, and he could not believe his luck, marrying you and spending the rest of his life with you.

... on second thought, maybe there was something he could do about it while you were sleeping.

Ari shamelessly slipped his hand beneath your sleeping shorts, prying it down in slow motion, until it was pulled to your knees. His fingers danced around your entrance, carefully rubbing your pussy lips and capturing your clit between his fingers.

You let out a small whine in your sleep, your back pressed to his front a little tighter.

Slick began to gather at his fingertips as he continued his motion of rubbing circles at your most sensitive parts. Ari couldn't help himself but murmur by your ears. He knew you couldn't hear in your dreams, but that didn't stop him from whispering, "So wet for me, honey. I bet you want this as much as I do, yeah?"

As if you could hear him, your walls convulsed and your thighs tightened, before your knee moved higher up on the bed, as if you were granting him access in your sleep.

"Honey..." He murmured, his gaze unwavering, landing on your slick-coated pussy, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're awake and wanting. Such a pretty invitation for me, won't you say?"

He pumped his shaft with the slick on his fingers. The tip slowly sunk itself into your velvety walls, as he grunted due to the tightness.

"Fuck, honey, fuck." Ari panted into your neck. His lips pressed into your soft and smooth skin, trailing his kiss to the point where your neck met your shoulder.

You mewled, clawing his arm that circled your waist, moaning in your sleep: "Ari..."

"Yes, honey, I'm right - umph - here." Ari pushed himself all the way in, his legs wedged between your knees, forcing them to open wide as he bottomed out.

"Ari...?" Your eyelashes batted before blinking your eyes open. Half of your consciousness still drowning in the peaceful sleep you had, and the other half bathing in the wet dream - the wet reality where you woke up with the twisted coil of desire burning in your guts.

The thought of your husband taking you in your sleep only added fuel to the fire. You can feel your pussy clenched down hard on his thick cock when his slow but hard thrust hurt your cervix in the most delicious way possible.

A throaty moan was pushed out of your lips when another thrust rearranged your insides. Your hand clung to the iron clad he had to your waist, preventing yourself from slamming into the headboard.

"Love you so much, honey," He groaned loudly as your body responded to him by moving along the rhythm he set. The filthy squelch as your dripping pussy took all of him in hungrily, pounding the life out of you.

You chanted his name like a prayer when he had you come on his cock, when his cum pumped into you, coating your walls with his spend.

Catching your breath and your mind gradually, your fingers intertwined with his, before turning your head and looking his way: "For a second, I thought it was my birthday."

Ari huffed out a laugh. His beard scratched your jaw as he kissed every inch of your skin he could reach. With the morning sex as a wake-up call, he sure could turn this into a habit for your mutual celebrations. A small smile crept up his lips as he spoke, "I think we have some left-over pie in the fridge, 'course we could make it your birthday."

His phone buzzed again, making him curse under his breath.

"Take it." You teased him softly, tapping your knuckle on his chest, "Otherwise the headline tomorrow would be The Disappearance of Oscar-winner Ari Levinson."

Ari reached his long arm to grab his phone. Scamming through the messages and phone calls, he picked a few to answer briefly before tossing his phone aside, burying his face into your neck, and inhaling deeply.

In a few hours, he would have an interview with Variety, and later iMDb. After that, he would be shipped off to Norway via airplane for his new movie which still needed a few weeks in a god-forsaken forest. While you too had your work later tonight, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you stay with me before I go?"

"Sure." You combed through his hair with your fingers. He grew his hair and beard for his new caveman movie in Norway, and now he was fuzzy all over. Sometimes you wonder whether you have a man for your husband, or that he is merely a werebear that loves to pin you under with his weight, "how much time do we have before you go?"

"My flight takes off at 4:45pm." He grumbled into your neck, "Four, five hours...? When are you needed for work?"

You turned to look at him, "Five-ish."

"Good." His hand splayed possessively over your stomach, "That means we can spend some more time on..." He squeezed your tummy suggestively, "celebration."

You could practically imagine him wiggling his eyebrows as he said so. Chuckling, you placed his hands where they needed to be - your spine, "Celebration should wait," you laid comfortably on your stomach, "someone isn't getting any celebration until they fix my waist - bending me around and all that."

Ari sighed in defeat and started working on the stiff muscles on your back - the fact that he did bend your legs in your sleeping form left him speechless and somewhat embarrassed for springing out on you.

With his magical hands doing their best, it was not long until you started humming in content, and his dick twitched in excitement.

His hands began to descend lower and lower, closer to your ass every time he massaged your back.

"You know, I think the massage would perform one hundred percent if you take your sleeping shirt off." His hand glided dangerously close to your core, before shifting his position and muttering by your ear.

"God, you're awful." A breathy groan left your lips as the knots on your back untwined.

"Too bad, you're not going anywhere," Ari lowered himself to kiss your bare back - this smooth bastard had just flipped your sleeping shirt upwards to grant himself better access, "Mrs. Levinson."

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snowdrop-ivy · 4 months ago

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Favor. | Part 7 - Finale

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! This is the final chapter! Yay! Took me long enough but, I hope you like it <3 Thanks for the support!

Meanwhile, as she, Max, and Jake approached the reception area, the sight of Ethan standing casually in the middle of the lobby froze them in place. The tension of the past hours lingered in the air, making his unexpected appearance all the more jarring.

Ethan glanced around the dimly lit space, surveying the remnants of chaos they had just escaped. With a slight smirk, he raised an eyebrow and, with his usual dry humor, remarked, “Nice hotel.”

Max exchanged a look with Jake, both clearly taken aback. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation and relief mix together, wondering what Ethan’s presence would mean now. The calmness in his voice felt almost mocking compared to the whirlwind they had just been through.

She took a breath, stepping forward. “Ethan,” she greeted him, unsure whether to feel annoyed or grateful at his impeccable timing. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see the hotel,” Ethan replied with a casual shrug.

“Yeah, right,” Y/N rolled her eyes, irritation flaring. “After that, all you care about is the hotel? Don’t start shit.”

“Language, young lady,” Ethan retorted, his tone sharp. “Why don’t we wait for your husband outside?”

As they moved outside, Y/N sank onto a bench, lighting a cigarette. Max snatched it from her hands. “Hey!”

“You don’t smoke.”

“You don’t know that,” she shot back, reclaiming the cigarette. “Just one!”

Jake quickly extinguished it, sending her a stern look as they waited for the car. Y/N crossed her arms in frustration, unable to shake the tension in her chest.

When the truck finally appeared, her heart raced at the sight of Ari behind the wheel, a bittersweet relief washing over her. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to lash out at him and Sammy. Ari parked the truck and stepped out, his gaze immediately drawn to Y/N, who was checking on Sammy. She offered him a slight smile, one that felt like a balm to Ari's frayed nerves.

“Ethan?” Sammy called out, breaking the moment.

Ethan turned, a weight in his expression. “The soldier who was shot?” He sighed heavily.

“He lost too much blood.”

Ari's heart sank as he searched Y/N’s face. She avoided his gaze, focusing on the ground beside Rachel. Rachel shot him a look that conveyed reassurance, and Ari nodded in response as they made their way to his room.

He burst through the door, the weight of the world pressing down on him as he stripped off his polo, throwing it onto the floor in frustration. “How did this happen?”

“They mistook us for smugglers,” Ari spat, pacing the room, his back to Ethan.

“This whole thing’s a mistake,” Ethan replied, his voice steady.

Ari spun around, his anger simmering just below the surface. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Ethan said, waiting for Ari to respond.

“You shutting us down?” Hurt laced Ari’s voice.

Ethan nodded solemnly, and Ari’s heart sank. He sat heavily on the bed, the reality crashing down on him. “You can’t, Ethan. This mission’s a success. We’ve got thousands of people out. We have thousands more lives coming this way.”

“What about your life?” Ethan shot back. “Or your wife’s? Jake’s? Rachel’s? Max’s? Jesus! What about Sam? What about that, huh?”

Ari fell silent, the truth stinging. They had all agreed to this life, to risk everything for a greater purpose.

“That’s why we have to stop now while it’s still a success,” Ethan pressed, his expression earnest. “I want you chaps home, safe and alive. Think about your life. Live that.”

With a heavy sigh, Ari hung his head, resting it on his hands as Ethan left the room. He found himself trapped between the lives they had built and the lives they had saved. He couldn’t let them down. Not Y/N. Not anymore. Taking a deep breath, he began to clean himself up, the turmoil within him simmering as he searched for his wife.

He found her in the foyer, tending to Sammy’s bruises. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither knew how to bridge the gap created by their recent turmoil. She cleared her throat, gently holding his injured knuckles in her hands as she began to clean the wound. “What happened here?”

Her voice was gentle, soothing like the tide. Ari watched her, captivated by her soft touches, the way she tucked her hair behind his ear. He felt a surge of warmth as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.

“Should we go home?” he asked, his heart racing.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of hope and fear flitting across her features. “What about them?”

He traced circles on her cheeks while she bandaged his hand, feeling the weight of their choices. “You wanna know why every hero in the movie dies sometimes?”

“Why’s that?” She asked, a tender peck on his hand punctuating her curiosity.

“Because they don’t know where to draw the line.”

“We’re not the heroes here,” She reminded him, determination shining in her eyes. “But you get to decide. Should we go home?”

Ari locked his gaze onto her, the intensity of his feelings unspoken but palpable. In that moment, everything shifted; he could feel her love weaving around them, a fragile thread tethering them together amid the chaos.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his heart swelling with hope. “Let’s go home.”

She smiled and nodded. “Where’s home?”

Ari shrugged, the memory of their house lingering in his mind. “Wherever you are, that’s my home,” he softly said, cupping her face in his hands. With slowness and gentleness, he leaned in, pressing his lips against her. The kiss was tender and cautious, as if he feared she would break if he were too rough. They pulled away breathless, foreheads touching as he drew circles on her thumb. “I wanna go home, honey.”

Ari took Sam and Max to Kabede, who was hiding. When they found him, he was shot and bleeding profusely. They informed him that the refugees were waiting by the river, and Ari's heart broke at the thought. Once they were done, they devised a plan for their last rescue and returned to the resort. Excitement and fear coursed through him as he opened the door, greeted by Abdel and her.

“Colonel,” he said, brushing his hair back nervously. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“I was just treating my men to some of Abu Aziz’s famous cooking,” Abdel replied, glaring at him.

“Great, let’s not keep him waiting,” Ari said, brushing past Abdel to take her hand. He halted abruptly when Abdel stopped them, ordering something to his men in Arabic.

“What was that?” She asked, concern creeping into her voice.

“I told them to check the back of your trucks,” Abdel replied coolly.

She and Ari exchanged a wary glance, feeling a chill run through the air. “What for?” Ari asked, anxiety tightening his chest.

“It will please me,” Abdel replied, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

Jake and Rachel gathered behind them, watching as Abdel’s men searched the truck where Max and Sammy were hiding. She tried to mask her relief when they reported back, having found nothing.

“So,” Abdel began, after his men confirmed they couldn’t find anything, “dinner.”

Ari’s jaw clenched. “Great,” he muttered, turning back to her.

He sat down while she took a seat beside Abdel as the food was served. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and her heart raced as she glanced around, spotting soldiers patrolling the area. She exchanged a knowing look with Rachel and signaled her to take down the other guard while she handled the one by the door. They both excused themselves.

Cautiously, she crept toward the soldier, her pulse pounding in her ears. As he opened the door, she acted swiftly, kicking the back of his knee and forcing him down. Her hands wrapped around his throat, muffling any cries for help that might escape his lips. She felt the resistance fade from his body as he struggled to breathe, and just as Kabede stood up, panic flashing in his eyes, he pleaded, “He’s done. Please, stop.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what needed to be done. With a swift motion, she positioned the soldier behind the door, tying his hands and feet tightly, covering his face to silence him completely. Her breathing came in shaky bursts, the adrenaline surging through her veins, heightening her senses.

Once she left the room, her eyes met Rachel's. In that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of what they had just done. Her expression mirrored hers—intense, yet filled with a spark of exhilaration mixed with fear.

When they returned to the table, she could feel Ari’s grip on her hand tighten, his anxiety palpable. She squeezed it gently, offering silent reassurance, trying to calm both him and herself. The room hummed with an unsettling energy as the reality of their situation pressed down upon her, and her could sense that every moment counted.

“Is there a difference between Handawa women and American women?” Abdel asked, glancing between her and Natfhia. “Mr. Guy?”

Ari's grip on her hand intensified, his teeth clenching. “I don’t know, I guess.”

“I bet there is,” Abdel shot back, his hand possessively resting on Natfhia’s thigh. “Handawa women say yes to everything. Their parts were stitched to keep them tight. I bet you’ll prefer Handawa over American women.”

“I’m content with my wife,” Ari replied, the veins in his temples popping with anger.

“No,” Abdel shook his head, his grip tightening around her hand at the table. She instinctively tried to pull it back, but he held it firmly. “I bet your wife is not as tight as her.”

Anger coursed through Ari’s body. “Don’t,” he mumbled, his gaze locked onto Abdel. She looked at him, trying to catch his attention, but he was lost in a storm of rage.

She felt a flicker of relief when Abdel finally released her hand. But his fingers quickly found their way to her thigh. “This is not tight anymore,” he said, teasing Ari.

That was the final straw. Ari exploded, grabbing a table knife and pressing it against Abdel’s throat. “I said don’t!”

Abdel was quicker, choking her from behind. Panic flashed in her eyes as she pleaded silently with Ari, but he was consumed by anger. She felt her breath quicken, fear clawing at her chest as the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her temple.

“Or what?” Abdel laughed maniacally, pressing the gun deeper. “Or I blow your wife’s brains out?”

“What were you planning to do with that knife, Mr. Thomas?” Abdel taunted.

This time, he looked at her. She gently shook her head, her heart racing. Ari took a deep breath before putting the knife down, the tension in the room hanging like a thick fog. But as soon as the blade clattered to the ground, a soldier behind him jabbed a gun into the back of his neck, forcing him to kneel on the floor.

Her mind raced, torn between the urge to strike back at Abdel and the instinct to calm the situation. Tears streamed down her face, fueled by anger and helplessness. Ari knelt there, his expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability. Abdel laughed again, a cruel sound that echoed in the air as he shoved her aside, rallying his men to leave.

As they departed, she rushed to Ari, kneeling in front of him. “What were you thinking?” she asked, her voice trembling with a blend of anger and concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied, meeting her gaze briefly before inspecting her body, his worry palpable. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head multiple times, a desperate attempt to reassure him. But in a moment of frustration, she smacked him across the face. “That was really stupid!”

Ari didn’t register her anger; all he could do was look at her , his eyes scanning for any sign of injury. The resort lights flickered off, plunging the area into darkness as they began clearing everyone out. Ari’s gaze turned intently to the road, waiting for the sound of approaching trucks, his mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her safe.

In that moment, the gravity of their situation pressed down on them, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, mixing with a deep-seated fear for what was yet to come.

“They’ll be back,” Ari stated, his voice low, the weight of the moment heavy in his tone. He glanced around at the group, eyes lingering on her. “With numbers.”

“Yeah,” Max agreed, nodding grimly. “Especially when they find out they’re two guys down.” His gaze shifted to her and Rachel, a hint of disbelief mixing with the tension.

She took a deep breath, feeling the room’s attention on her. Crossing her arms and legs, she hung her head down, not having the heart to meet Ari’s gaze. But she could feel it—burning into her, waiting for an explanation she wasn't ready to give. When she finally lifted her eyes, confusion flickered across his face, but there was something else—a hint of amusement, or perhaps, reluctant admiration.

All of them circled around the two fallen soldiers. The weight of what she had done settled in the silence that followed. Shame gnawed at her insides as they looked at her and Rachel, silently acknowledging the magnitude of what had just happened.

Ari inhaled sharply, breaking the stillness. “Buy me a day,” he ordered, his voice steady and commanding. “Make sure they’re taken care of... but completely invisible.”

She and the others raised their heads as Ari began to dish out instructions with precision. His gaze landed on Rachel and Jake. “Don’t let the staff in here,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for discussion.

Then, his attention shifted to Max and Sammy. “Take the truck. Get the rest of the group.”

Finally, his eyes locked on her, and the tension in the air thickened. “You and I,” he said, voice softer but firm, “will call Ethan.”

The ride to Ethan was suffocating in its silence. She stared out of the window, the city blurring past as she tried to think of the right words, the ones that would break the wall of tension between her and Ari. The guilt of what she had done weighed heavy on her chest. she bit her lip, struggling to form the words.

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. she really didn’t—but she had no choice. The air in the car felt heavy with her confession.

“I know,” Ari said, his tone controlled but distant. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

she shifted in her seat, desperately needing him to hear her , to understand. “Look at me,” she pleaded softly, her voice almost breaking.

For a moment, Ari couldn’t. He was trying so hard not to let the anger consume him. He inhaled deeply, keeping his gaze forward, but the tension was palpable. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned his eyes to meet hers. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but there was something else—something softer, something that still tethered him to her .

She reached for his hand, gently squeezing it, her fingers trembling slightly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the sincerity in her voice breaking through the weight of the moment.

Ari took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly, the tension loosening just enough for him to speak. “Let’s just go home,” he said, the words filled with exhaustion, but also, a fragile hope.

she bit her lip and nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. she meant to pull her hand back, but Ari was quicker, intertwining his fingers with hers and placing their joined hands on her lap. His face remained stoic, his gaze returning to the road as the silence stretched between them.

It wasn’t long before they reached Walton’s office. Once inside, Ari took the lead, doing all the talking. She watched as he pleaded with Ethan over the phone, his voice steady but urgent. Walton soon took the phone, speaking directly with Ethan. The conversation was tense, but by the end of it, there was a plan in place.

They both made their way back to the resort, where Max greeted her with a new problem.

“There’s no way we can fit all of them in two trucks,” Max said, eyes scanning the crowd of refugees. His voice carried the frustration of the moment.

“Shit,” she exhaled, looking around for any possible solution. her mind raced until she found one. Max and Ari both turned to see what she was eyeing.

“Are you serious?” Jake said, disbelief clear in his tone. “A Sudanese tour bus?”

Max let out an anxious laugh, shaking his head at the idea.

She was about to defend her choice, but Ari cut in before she could. “Start loading them up. I gotta grab something. I’ll be right back,” he said, running back toward the hotel without waiting for a response.

With little time to argue, she helped Jake and Max start loading the refugees onto the bus. It was a scramble to get everyone aboard, but eventually, they were all seated. Jake took a spot at the end, Max settled on the other side, while Rachel sat in the driver’s seat. She chose the front, Sammy sitting across from her .

Ari was the last one to board, sliding into the seat in front of her as Rachel started the engine and the bus lurched forward, heading for the airfield.

The drive was tense, the sound of the engine almost drowning out the anxious whispers among the refugees. But Rachel kept the bus moving, and soon, the airfield came into view. Max and Jake quickly hopped off and made their way to the control room, working to open the lights and keep an eye out for any approaching trucks.

She and Rachel began helping the refugees off the bus, guiding them carefully to the edge of the airstrip. Meanwhile, Ari and Sammy moved swiftly, laying out glow sticks on the tarmac to guide the incoming plane.

The scene was one of organized chaos, but there was an unspoken urgency that kept everyone moving. The air was thick with tension, but also with the fragile hope that this plan might just work.

The air was thick with tension, and the weight of every second pressed down on the team as they waited. Max’s eyes darted between the empty road and the airfield, his hand clenched around the comms. The silence felt unbearable. He swallowed hard, finally breaking the stillness.

“When are they supposed to be here?” Max’s voice cracked slightly, anxiety evident. He barely glanced at Ari, who stood nearby, cracking another glowstick with a sharp snap.

Ari took a slow, measured breath, eyes scanning the horizon. “I don’t know, why?” The calm in his voice was forced, a paper-thin cover over the growing dread inside him.

Max hung his head in defeat. “We have company.” His voice barely above a whisper, “Nine kilometers away.”

The news hit them like a wave. A collective exhale left the team, the kind that comes when the fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, but there’s no clear answer for which is the right choice. Rachel’s hand trembled as she took the comms, exchanging a look with Ari.

“Shall we get them back to the trucks?” she asked, her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her fear.

She knelt nearby, tending to a small boy, her hands gentle as she cleaned the bruise on his knee. Her head snapped up, determination flashing in her eyes. “No, there’s still time.”

Ari, his movements more frantic now, cracked the last of the glowsticks, the harsh light illuminating the airfield like fragile beacons. He moved quickly, almost desperately, sprinting back to the crew with Sammy on his heels.

Rachel was the first to speak, her voice laced with urgency. “We should go back to the bus and get the fuck out of here.”

Her frustration flared as she stood, eyes blazing. “Where the fuck will we go then? Back to that shitty hotel? They’ll kill us there!”

Before Sammy could respond, Kabede raised his hand, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Wait. Listen.”

Everyone froze. The air around them seemed to still, and in that moment, all eyes turned skyward. The distant rumble, faint at first, grew louder, the unmistakable sound of salvation approaching. The plane. The sight of it descending onto the tarmac sent a rush of adrenaline through her.

Without hesitation, she took charge, leading the refugees toward the plane as the cargo hold opened. Walton stepped out, his hand extended toward her, a mix of relief and exhaustion on his face.

“About fucking time, don’t you think?” She muttered, shaking his hand briskly before shouting back to the others, “Come on, people, let’s go!”

It was chaos. She moved as fast as she could, ushering passengers inside, her mind racing. But then, the second pilot’s voice rang out, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait! This plane only holds 228 passengers. How many do you have?”

Her blood boiled at the absurdity of the question. “You think I counted them?” she snapped, continuing to push refugees toward the plane.

The pilot’s voice, louder now, more panicked, cut through again. “We’re not gonna fit.”

“What?” Her eyes darkened as the weight of his words settled in. He repeated himself, and something inside her snapped. She grabbed him by the collar, her voice low and dangerous. “Then you choose who fucking lives or dies, because I won’t fucking choose.”

Ari’s hands were on her, pulling her back, his touch gentle but firm, trying to steady her. The second pilot, pale and shaken, hesitated, but there was no time. Max’s frantic voice called from the cargo. “Three kilometers!”

“Better choose fast,” Ari said, his back to the pilot, his hands resting on her shoulders. She could feel his tension, the thin thread of control he held over his emotions.

The pilot looked at the crowd, helpless. She wasn't waiting for him to decide. Her eyes scanned the plane, the cargo hold, and suddenly, an idea sparked. “Then make some fucking room,” she growled, pushing past Ari. Without a second thought, she began tearing seats out of the plane, tossing them to the ground. The team followed her lead, hands working fast until everyone was inside, sitting on the floor, cramped but alive.

As the plane lifted off, she heard the crack of gunfire in the distance. The plane lurched, clipping a tree. She ducked, heart pounding, but the shots faded, and the plane soared higher. Safe. Finally, safe.

She glanced around, catching Rachel’s eye as she smiled, her gaze dropping to the little boy—Amari—sleeping peacefully in her lap. “It suits you,” she whispered softly.

She smiled back, exhaustion and relief washing over her . “I know,” she replied quietly, brushing Amari’s hair back gently.

Max was nearby, making the children around him laugh, a small moment of lightness amidst the chaos. He caught her eye, nodding in acknowledgment. She returned the gesture, the silent camaraderie between them unspoken but understood.

Jake’s voice was soft as he whispered goodnight, two kids nestled under his arms. She watched him for a moment before her gaze shifted to Kabede, his face peaceful as he slept, the tension of the night finally fading.

In the cockpit, Ari and Sammy shared a quiet moment of triumph, exchanging a glance that said more than words could. Ari turned to Walton, shaking his hand with sincere gratitude. “Thank you,” he said earnestly, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his face.

Walton chuckled. “Feisty wife, huh?”

Ari laughed, nodding. “Tell me about it.”

Back in the cargo, Ari sat beside her, his eyes soft as he gazed down at Amari. She felt his presence beside her , warm and steady. She leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his.

“It suits you,” Ari murmured, his voice quiet, almost shy. “Being a mom.”

“I know.” She smiled, the softness of the moment sinking in. “We can still try.”

Ari’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his voice catching. “Really? Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nodded, the weight of the past days lifting slightly. “About damn time.”

Ari reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. He showed it to her, a question in his eyes. “What should I do with this?”

She barely glanced at the divorce papers. “Burn it.”

Ari laughed, a sound full of relief and love. He cupped her face in his hands, pressing his forehead to her , his voice a low whisper. “Have I ever told you how badass you are?”

“Yes.”

“And how I love you for it?”

“Yes,” she smiled, leaning into him.

“Good,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I want to make sure you know that every day.”

“That I’m a badass?” She chuckled.

“No,” he answered. “That I love you everyday.”

She gazed into Ari's eyes, and the sincerity there held her captive. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his, this time deeper, lingering longer, letting the emotion between them speak louder than words. Ari responded with a soft smile, a quiet defiance in his heart—determined to keep her , his love, at the top of everything, no matter what came next.

As he pulled away, his eyes wandered around the plane, taking in the scene—the refugees safe, the team settled, the quiet after the storm. A sense of pride welled up in him. This was what they had accomplished together, and it hit him all at once: the magnitude of the risks they took, the lives they saved, and the bond they’d strengthened.

God, how did I get this lucky? he wondered, his heart swelling. He didn't know how, but one thing was certain now—he wasn’t going to lose this. Not again. Not ever. And as she smiled, both of them knew—this was more than just surviving. This was love, resilience, and the promise of a future they’d fight for. Together.

>> Part 6<<

~~End~~

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shininglikeyoursmile · 1 year ago

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As it passes🩵🩵🩵

Word count : around 500

Warning: fluff, a lil bit of crying,Lil bit of jealousy (I think ) , insecure reader ,sad feelings, insecure feelings, cuddling, Soft Ari🥺🥺🥺. Lemme know if I need to add more .

Summary : You think Ari would leave you but will he?

A/N : Gif not mine credit to the owner, it's sooo beautiful! ❤. All mistakes are my own. Reblogs, comments and feedback are most appreciated 😘😘😚😚☺☺🥰🥰🥰. PLEASE 🥺❤️🙏 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK YOU LOVELY SOUL!!!!!

No use of y/n . No actual body description of the reader. Wrote it in the middle of the night causeee why not?

"You'll leave.." the words feel heavy when they leave your lips . His eyes suddenly blink at you from the other side of the counter. Ari moves swiftly and stands in front of you .

Your palms automatically move to rest on his chest. "And I'll be left ..." You sigh and the tears run down your cheeks like a waterfall. You sob and your mind doesn't register when Ari picks you up and sits on the Couch. "Look at me ," Ari urges softly," please" he adds . The soft symphony of his soft plea makes you melt and you sniffle a little. "I will never leave you baby" he states , like a promise he will keep til his last breath.

"There are many girls, much better than me . So much better than me " you cry out and at this point you can't help but let out all the things that gnaw at your insides . "More beautiful, more intelligent, m- more understanding", you utter in between your sobs ," who everyone likes" you fall silent at the last part . Why would you stay with me? I am just me . You think but you are unaware that you said it too.

"Breath for me , Angel" Ari says and runs his hand up and down your back ,"Breath" . You do as he says , filling your chest with much needed air .

Ari makes you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his hips , and cups your cheek softly, wiping the remnants of your tears. His other hand keeps the even motion of rubbing your back . "I want you . I need you . I fucking need you baby ",Ari breathes out and his words are like fire.

"I don't know what happened but I am yours as much as you are mine", he states and kisses you softly on lips,the kiss leaving you a little dizzy and making butterflies dance in your stomach . "I sleep knowing you are the one in my arms ", he smiles and kisses your chin . "I smile waking up knowing you will be the first one my eyes will capture" his lips travel along your jaw which makes your skin shiver. " I like the Sunrise and Sunset knowing you are the one who witnesses my vulnerability" His eyes meet yours and the intensity and generosity in it makes your heart melt .

"I like Rain knowing you are with me to soak in it " His words are firm. "I like cold nights knowing you are the one to share my warmth ," with those words he pulls you closer by your hips. " I like lazy days as well as busy days knowing you are my partner " he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair . "I like singing with you, dancing, anything. It could be anything and I'd happily do it knowing you are with me. It's you , Baby. Always you that makes me love life, every single thing in my life is special cause you are with me. I want you . I need you . Nobody else. Just you " the words are like a soft melody to your ears which makes you smile and your heart races in your chest.

"I love you".

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cynic-spirit · 6 months ago

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Top of the world ii

Ari Levinson is a formidable figure, an intimidating and ruggedly handsome man who transitioned from being a biker to becoming a powerful mobster. His presence commands respect and fear, standing tall and muscular with a tough exterior that hides his deep and passionate love for Yn. Despite his rough past and dangerous lifestyle, Ari has a soft spot for Yn, and his love for her is unwavering and intense.

However, Yn doesn't reciprocate Ari's feelings, leaving him heartbroken and confused. While Ari's love is deep and genuine, Yn is conflicted. She is unsure of her own feelings, struggling to see Ari as more than just a powerful figure in her life. Her confusion stems from her inability to reconcile the man she knows Ari to be with the dangerous world he inhabits, making it difficult for her to return his affection.

Ari, aware of Yn's uncertainty, is both patient and frustrated. He tries to win her over with grand gestures and by being there for her in every way he can, but her hesitance leaves him in a constant state of longing and heartache. Despite this, he remains devoted, hoping that one day, Yn will see him as more than just a mobster and realize the depth of his love.

Ari Levinson’s love language is acts of service, and it’s through these actions that he tries to express the depth of his feelings for Yn. Whenever Ari is around, Yn doesn’t have to lift a finger; he takes care of everything, often without her even needing to ask. He’s always attentive to her needs, whether big or small, and this is how he shows his affection, even though Yn hasn’t fallen in love with him yet.

For instance, when Yn is working late on a project or writing at her typewriter, Ari will quietly step in to make sure she has everything she needs. Without a word, he’ll bring her a fresh cup of coffee just the way she likes it, place a warm blanket over her shoulders when he notices she’s cold, or even prepare a meal for her so she doesn’t have to interrupt her work. He does all of this without expecting anything in return, just wanting to make her life easier in any way he can.

Another example is when they’re out together, even though Yn may not realize it, Ari is always one step ahead in taking care of her. If they’re walking down the street, he’ll subtly guide her to the inside of the sidewalk, keeping her away from traffic. At restaurants, he’ll make sure to order her favorite dishes without needing to ask, having paid close attention to her preferences over time.

When they’re at her apartment, Ari doesn’t let her lift a finger. If something breaks, he’s there to fix it before she even notices. If she’s carrying groceries, he takes the bags from her hands and puts everything away. Even in simple things, like helping her put on a coat or holding the door open, Ari's actions are always thoughtful and intentional.

Despite all this, Yn is still unsure about her feelings for Ari. She appreciates his help and care but feels overwhelmed by the intensity of his love and the contrast between his rough exterior and his gentle actions. She’s grateful for everything he does, yet she can’t fully return his affection, leaving Ari in a bittersweet position—dedicated to serving her every need while quietly yearning for her to see him as more than just a protector.

Ari Levinson’s descent into love began the moment he first heard Yn sing. Her voice, a captivating blend of purity and emotion, struck him like nothing else ever had. In her singing, Ari found a softness and vulnerability that spoke to a part of him he had long buried beneath his tough exterior. It was as if her voice reached into his very soul, calming the storm that raged within him. From that moment on, he was utterly enthralled by Yn, unable to resist the pull she had over him.

But Ari, in his overwhelming need to be close to Yn, made a crucial mistake. He immersed himself into her life with such intensity that he inadvertently took away her sense of choice. Without fully realizing it, Ari began to control the aspects of her life that he believed would protect her and keep her close to him. His love language of acts of service, which was supposed to be an expression of his care, became a means of exerting control. He did everything for her—too much, in fact—leaving Yn feeling stifled and trapped.

Singing had always been Yn’s solace, her way of expressing herself and finding peace. But as Ari’s presence in her life became more dominant, she started to feel that her voice, the very thing that drew him to her, was no longer hers to control. In an attempt to reclaim her autonomy, Yn made a silent vow to herself: she would no longer sing. By refusing to sing, Yn found a way to rebel against Ari's overwhelming presence, to assert a small piece of her life that he couldn’t touch.

This rebellion was subtle but powerful. Whenever Ari would encourage her to sing, even in the smallest of ways, she would politely decline, her lips pressed tightly together. She no longer hummed absentmindedly while doing chores, and the piano in her apartment remained closed. Ari noticed the change, and though he never voiced it, it pained him deeply. He missed the sound of her voice, the very thing that made him fall in love with her. But more than that, he missed seeing her happy, doing something she loved.

Yn’s refusal to sing was her way of setting a boundary, a silent protest against the way Ari had taken over her life. She didn’t hate him, but she resented the way he had slowly eroded her sense of self. She knew that he loved her, and she appreciated all he did for her, but the more he tried to care for her, the more suffocated she felt. Ari’s acts of service, which were meant to make her life easier, instead made her feel as though she had no control over her own life.

Ari, on the other hand, was caught in a dilemma. He loved Yn deeply, and everything he did was out of that love. But he was slowly beginning to realize that his way of expressing love might be the very thing driving her away. He didn’t know how to fix it, how to step back and give her the space she so desperately needed without feeling like he was losing her.

The tension between them grew, silent and unspoken, as Yn continued to withhold the one thing that had brought them together. For Yn, not singing was the only way she could assert her independence in a situation where she felt increasingly powerless. For Ari, it was a painful reminder that love, no matter how well-intentioned, could not be forced. It needed space to breathe, something he was struggling to understand.

Despite this, Ari couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He continued to serve her, to be there for her in every way he knew how, even as he slowly began to realize that perhaps what Yn needed most from him was not more acts of service, but the freedom to choose what she wanted for herself.

Yn, despite her inner turmoil, does everything Ari asks her to do. It’s not out of love or even a desire to please him, but more out of a sense of resignation. When Ari says, "Let me take you shopping," Yn agrees without hesitation, allowing him to whisk her away to the most luxurious boutiques. She tries on the clothes he selects, lets him buy her things she doesn’t need or particularly want, and offers a polite smile when he looks for her approval. Her actions are compliant, but her heart isn’t in it.

When Ari says, "Let me take you to dinner," Yn nods and goes along with him. She sits across from him at the finest restaurants, quietly eating the dishes he orders, her thoughts miles away. She makes small talk, answers his questions, and listens to his stories, but there’s a distance in her eyes that Ari can’t ignore. He sees her going through the motions, responding just enough to keep the conversation alive, but it’s clear that her mind and heart are elsewhere.

If Ari says, "Let’s go for a drive," Yn dutifully climbs into the passenger seat, allowing him to take her wherever he wishes. She stares out the window as they drive, watching the scenery pass by without much interest. Ari tries to engage her, pointing out landmarks or playing her favorite songs, but her responses are minimal, her engagement superficial. She’s there in the car with him, but her spirit isn’t.

Even when Ari suggests, "Let’s go to my club," Yn complies, following him into the world he rules. She stays by his side, politely interacting with his associates, accepting their compliments and engaging in light conversation. But there’s a stiffness in her posture, a subtle tension that betrays her true feelings. Yn is present, but only in body, not in spirit. She moves through these outings as if they are obligations to be fulfilled, rather than moments to be cherished.

Ari, for all his efforts, cannot ignore what’s happening. He sees that Yn doesn’t accept his love; she has simply resigned herself to it. She complies with everything he asks, but there’s no joy, no enthusiasm, no love in her actions. Her compliance feels hollow, and it’s driving him mad. Ari hates seeing Yn like this—detached, unresponsive, as if she’s merely existing rather than living.

He’s come to realize that her acquiescence isn’t a sign of acceptance or love, but rather a surrender to a situation she doesn’t know how to escape from. She’s given up fighting against his overwhelming presence in her life, but that doesn’t mean she’s accepted him in the way he so desperately wants.

This realization gnaws at Ari. He hates that his love, which he has tried to express in every possible way, has pushed Yn into this state of resignation. He wanted to take care of her, to make her life easier, to shower her with affection, but instead, it seems he’s taken away her will, her spark. The woman whose voice once captivated him, whose spirit he fell in love with, now feels like a ghost of herself.

Ari begins to see that his efforts, his constant acts of service, and his overwhelming presence in her life have done more harm than good. He hates that he’s the reason she’s lost her light, that his love has become a burden to her rather than a source of joy. But he doesn’t know how to fix it, how to bring back the Yn he fell in love with. The more he tries to make things right, the more he fears he’s losing her completely.

Yn’s compliance, her resignation, is a silent protest against the life she feels trapped in. Ari is starting to understand that unless he changes something, unless he gives her the space and freedom to find herself again, he’ll never have the love he so desperately craves from her. And that thought terrifies him more than anything else.

The tension between Yn and Ari had been building for weeks, an unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface of every interaction. Ari could feel it—the distance between them growing wider with each passing day, despite the fact that Yn was always by his side, doing everything he asked without complaint. Her compliance, once something he mistook for affection or even acceptance, now felt like a heavy burden on his heart.

One evening, after another dinner where Yn had politely eaten her meal in silence, Ari couldn’t take it any longer. The weight of her distant gaze, her robotic responses, and her lifeless demeanor pressed down on him like a vice. As they sat in the quiet of her apartment, with the only light coming from a dim lamp in the corner, he finally broke the silence.

“Yn,” he began, his voice unusually soft, almost hesitant, “What do I have to do to get your love?”

Yn looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time in what felt like ages. There was a sadness in her eyes, but also a resigned clarity. She took a deep breath, her words slow and deliberate as she answered him, her voice carrying the weight of all the unspoken thoughts she had held inside for so long.

“Find another doll to play with,” she said, her tone even, though there was a faint tremor in her voice that hinted at the pain beneath her calm facade.

Ari’s heart clenched at her words, and he shook his head, moving closer to her, his large frame towering over her as he reached out to gently touch her hand. “You’re not my plaything, Yn,” he said earnestly, his blue eyes searching hers for any sign of hope, any flicker of emotion that might show she still cared. “I love you.”

Yn pulled her hand away from his touch, her movement slow but deliberate, as if every inch of space she created between them was an act of self-preservation. She looked at him, her gaze unwavering, and there was a fire in her eyes now—one that Ari hadn’t seen in a long time. It was a mix of defiance and frustration, a small piece of the Yn he had fallen in love with still fighting beneath the surface.

“This is not love, Ari,” she said, her voice stronger now, carrying the conviction of her long-suppressed feelings. “This is ownership.”

Her words hit Ari like a punch to the gut, leaving him momentarily speechless. He watched as she stood up, her back straight, her chin held high. The fragile, compliant Yn he had become accustomed to was gone, replaced by the woman who had once enchanted him with her strength and independence.

“You own me,” Yn continued, her voice calm but filled with a quiet fury. “You’ve taken over every aspect of my life, leaving me with no room to breathe, no space to be myself. I’ve done everything you’ve asked, not because I love you, but because I’ve accepted that this is my life now. I’ll do whatever it is that you want, Ari, but don’t mistake my compliance for love.”

Ari’s chest tightened as she spoke, the truth of her words sinking in like a cold, hard stone in the pit of his stomach. He had never intended for his love to become a cage for her, but now he saw that in his desperation to keep her close, he had done exactly that.

“I’ll do whatever it is that you want,” Yn repeated, her voice quieter now, laced with a sadness that cut through him. “Until you finally get bored of me and leave me to my freedom.”

Ari couldn’t stand the thought of her believing that he would ever grow tired of her, that he would ever leave her. He moved towards her, closing the distance between them, his large hands cupping her face gently, forcing her to look up at him. His expression was a mix of determination and raw emotion, his blue eyes intense as they bore into hers.

“I’ll win your heart, Yn,” he said, his voice low but filled with a dangerous certainty. “By hook or by crook.”

Before she could respond, Ari leaned down and captured her lips in a brief, firm kiss. It wasn’t the passionate kiss of a lover or the tender kiss of someone trying to woo; it was a statement, a promise. As he pulled back, he gave her a small, almost mischievous wink, as if he were challenging her, daring her to resist him.

Yn stood still, her heart pounding in her chest, as she watched him pull away. There was a part of her that wanted to believe in the sincerity of his words, in the depth of his love, but the larger part of her was too tired, too broken by the overwhelming presence he had imposed on her life. She wanted to believe that he could change, that his love could become something more than ownership, but the doubt lingered, heavy and unshakable.

Ari knew that he hadn’t won her over with his words, but he didn’t expect to. He wasn’t naive enough to think that one conversation could undo all the damage he had done. But he was nothing if not determined, and now, more than ever, he was resolved to prove to Yn that his love was real, that it wasn’t just about possession or control.

As Yn watched him leave that night, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knew Ari wouldn’t give up easily—he was stubborn, relentless even—but she also knew that her heart wasn’t something that could be won by force or persistence. It would take more than just words and gestures to break down the walls she had built around herself. It would take true change, something Ari had never shown before.

As the door closed behind him, Yn sat back down, staring at the space where Ari had just been. She was exhausted, emotionally drained by the confrontation, but there was a flicker of something in her heart—a small, fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But for now, she was determined to keep that hope buried deep within her, not willing to let it take root until Ari showed her, through actions and not just words, that he could truly love her the way she needed to be loved.

Ari had forced Yn to move in with him, and, as with everything else, she complied without protest. The mansion he brought her to was vast, sprawling over acres of land, a testament to his wealth and power. It was the kind of place that seemed to belong to another world, with its towering marble columns, meticulously landscaped gardens, and an infinity pool that stretched out towards the horizon. The mansion was as big as her entire multifloor apartment building, and it overwhelmed her in ways she couldn't fully articulate.

Yn's new life inside Ari's mansion was one of unparalleled comfort, at least on the surface. Ari had ensured that she had everything she could possibly want—her own private suite, complete with a bedroom that could rival those in the finest hotels, a lavish en-suite bathroom with a deep soaking tub, and a walk-in closet filled with designer clothes that she didn’t even have to pick out herself. Every morning, she awoke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the lush grounds, the warmth of the rays almost mocking the coldness she felt inside.

Her suite was a sanctuary of luxury, designed with her in mind, or at least Ari's perception of what she would want. The walls were adorned with soft, muted tones, the furniture elegant yet comfortable, and the bed—large enough to get lost in—was always made with the finest linens. Ari had spared no expense in making sure she had every comfort imaginable, right down to the smallest details. Fresh flowers were delivered daily, their scent filling the room, and a staff of servants was always on hand to cater to her every need.

Yet, for all the opulence, Yn felt like a prisoner. She had her own room, separate from Ari’s, which he had insisted on despite his desire to be close to her. It was a gesture that was supposed to make her feel more at ease, to give her space, but it only served to highlight the fact that this was not her home—it was Ari's domain, and she was simply an occupant, a guest who had been forced to stay.

Every inch of the mansion reminded her of the control Ari had over her life. The sprawling estate was surrounded by high walls and state-of-the-art security systems, making it nearly impossible for her to leave without his permission. Even within the mansion, she felt confined. There were no locks on the doors, no way to secure her private space, a subtle reminder that, despite the luxury, she was still under his watchful eye.

Ari made sure she had everything she could ever want, but the truth was, the one thing she craved—freedom—was the one thing she couldn’t have. The mansion was beautiful, yes, but it was also a gilded cage, and she was the bird trapped inside. She wandered through the grand halls, her footsteps echoing against the marble floors, feeling more alone than she ever had in her small apartment.

Sometimes, Yn would stand on the balcony of her suite, looking out over the estate, the city skyline visible in the distance. The view was stunning, the gardens below perfectly manicured, the pool shimmering under the sun. But all she could think about was how far away everything felt—her old life, her independence, her sense of self. The distance between her and the world outside felt insurmountable, as if Ari had placed her on an island, cut off from everything that once made her who she was.

Ari, for his part, believed he was giving Yn the world. He was proud of the life he had built for her, of the comfort and luxury he provided. He thought that by surrounding her with beauty and indulgence, she would eventually come to see how much he loved her, how much he cared. He would often tell her how lucky she was, how any woman would envy her life, how he was doing everything he could to make her happy.

But Yn didn’t feel lucky. She felt stifled, her identity slowly eroding under the weight of Ari’s constant presence and his overwhelming need to control every aspect of her life. The mansion, with all its grandeur, felt like a mockery of the simplicity and freedom she had once cherished. Every day, as she moved through the luxurious space, she was reminded of the fact that she was living someone else's dream, not her own.

The mansion was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. Home had been her small, cozy apartment, where she had the freedom to come and go as she pleased, where she could sing in the shower without fear of being overheard, where her life was her own. Now, that life seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a reality that was as foreign to her as the mansion's endless hallways and ornate rooms.

Yn complied with everything Ari asked of her, but it was compliance born of resignation, not affection. She lived in the mansion because he wanted her there, not because she wanted to be. She wore the clothes he provided, ate the food prepared by his chefs, and used the amenities he insisted on, but none of it brought her joy. It was all just a reminder of how far she had been pushed from the life she once knew.

As the days passed, Yn found herself withdrawing more and more, retreating into the safety of her room whenever she could. She rarely ventured into the other parts of the mansion unless Ari asked her to, avoiding the spaces that felt more like his territory than her own. The mansion might have been filled with every comfort she could imagine, but the one comfort she truly needed—her freedom—was the one thing she couldn’t have.

Ari and Yn had developed a routine that, on the surface, seemed idyllic and harmonious, though it was layered with unspoken tensions. Every morning, Ari would wake up early and begin his day with a rigorous workout in his private gym. Yn, still adjusting to her new surroundings, would use this time to enjoy the peace and solitude of her suite. By the time Ari was finishing his exercise, Yn would emerge for breakfast.

Their mornings started with a lavish breakfast in the grand dining room. A spread of gourmet dishes—freshly baked pastries, exotic fruits, and perfectly brewed coffee—was always prepared for them. Ari would sit at the head of the table, watching as Yn took her place across from him. Conversation was polite but minimal, with Ari often trying to engage her in discussions about her day or any upcoming plans. Yn would respond courteously but with a distance that Ari couldn’t ignore.

After breakfast, Ari would head to his study or business meetings, leaving Yn to her own devices. This was when Yn would usually take her long solo walks around the mansion’s expansive grounds. Ari had noticed this ritual and, while he didn’t fully understand it, he respected her need for solitude, even though it pained him to see her so detached.

Yn’s walks were a cherished part of her day. She would venture out, dressed comfortably in casual attire, and immerse herself in the vastness of the estate. The grounds were meticulously maintained, with winding paths that led through manicured gardens, past serene fountains, and around the edges of the property where tall trees created a natural barrier against the outside world. Yn would stroll along these paths for hours, finding solace in the beauty and solitude of her surroundings.

During these walks, Yn was free from the constraints of Ari’s constant presence. The gardens, with their vibrant colors and fragrant blooms, provided a stark contrast to the sterile luxury of the mansion’s interiors. The vast expanse of the property allowed her to be alone with her thoughts, away from the suffocating feeling of being under constant surveillance. The rhythmic sound of her footsteps on the gravel paths and the rustling of leaves in the breeze were her only companions, offering a fleeting sense of freedom.

Ari, while somewhat perplexed by her need for these walks, had come to accept them as a part of her routine. He understood that this was one of the few times when Yn could truly be herself, away from his watchful eyes. He had even taken to arranging for her walks to be uninterrupted, ensuring that her time alone was respected.

Despite his understanding, Ari couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that accompanied his observations. He saw how these walks were not just a form of exercise or relaxation for Yn, but a manifestation of her longing for independence and escape. Each time she returned from her walk, there was a subtle change in her demeanor—a softening of her expression, a temporary relief from the burdens she carried. But it was always short-lived, as the reality of her situation awaited her back within the walls of the mansion.

Ari’s routine, filled with his own responsibilities and activities, continued as usual. However, he often found himself thinking about Yn’s solitary walks, reflecting on the distance they had created between them. It was a bittersweet routine—a reminder of his love for her and his frustration at not being able to truly connect with her.

Yn’s walks became a symbol of her inner struggle, a quiet rebellion against the life she found herself trapped in. They were moments of freedom within an otherwise controlled existence, where she could momentarily escape the constraints of Ari’s love and remember a time when she had the autonomy to choose her own path.

Ari, observing Yn's attachment to her solitary walks, decided to take a new approach. He wanted to show her that he respected her need for personal space but also make an effort to be a part of her life in a way that was less invasive, though still present. After some consideration, he resolved to join her during these walks, but with a deliberate choice to maintain silence, allowing her the solitude she sought without disrupting her sense of freedom.

One crisp, sunny afternoon, as Yn prepared for her routine walk, she stepped out into the expansive gardens, her usual calm demeanor giving way to a quiet determination. The vast grounds were as serene as ever, the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds creating a peaceful backdrop for her escape. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, and began her walk along the winding paths.

As she made her way down one of the familiar trails, she noticed a figure moving alongside her. Startled, she glanced to her left and saw Ari walking beside her, his stride steady and his expression contemplative. His presence was a surprise, and for a moment, she halted, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

Ari, however, did not say a word. He simply continued walking, his eyes fixed ahead, matching her pace. He wore a casual outfit, blending in with the surroundings, but his imposing stature and the quiet intensity of his gaze were unmistakable. He had decided that his presence would be unobtrusive, allowing Yn to maintain the tranquility of her walk while subtly showing that he was there for her, not just observing from afar.

Yn resumed her walk, trying to ignore the intrusion. The silence between them was almost palpable, a space filled with the unspoken words and unresolved emotions that had been building up over time. Despite the quiet, the fact that Ari was walking alongside her was a clear statement of his intent. He wanted to be a part of her life, to share in her moments of solitude without overwhelming her with conversation or demands.

As they walked in silence, Yn found herself struggling with the awkwardness of the situation. The routine of her walks, once a personal refuge, now felt altered by Ari’s silent companionship. She tried to focus on the beauty of the gardens, the vibrant colors of the flowers, and the calming effect of the natural surroundings, but the awareness of Ari’s presence was an ever-present reminder of the complexities of their relationship.

For Ari, the silent walk was both a gesture of respect and a test of patience. He wanted Yn to see that he was willing to adapt, to share in her moments of peace without imposing his own expectations. The quiet companionship was meant to bridge the gap between them, to offer a subtle form of connection that did not involve forcing her into conversations or activities she was uncomfortable with.

The walks continued in this manner for several days. Each time, Yn would start her journey alone, only to find Ari appearing beside her as she ventured into the gardens. The silence between them became a shared experience, a tacit agreement that allowed Yn to maintain her sense of freedom while still acknowledging Ari’s presence.

Over time, Yn began to accept the silent company with a degree of resignation. While she still longed for the complete solitude she once enjoyed, she also recognized the effort Ari was making. The walks, once a time of solitary reflection, now became a moment of quiet coexistence. She would glance occasionally at Ari, noting the way he respected her space despite his constant proximity.

For Ari, the silent walks were a small victory, a way to be close to Yn without overwhelming her. He hoped that by simply being there, in silence, he might gradually break through the barriers she had erected, showing her that his love was not just about possession but about a genuine desire to be part of her life in any way he could. The routine became a symbol of his persistence and patience, a quiet testament to his commitment to winning her heart.

As the days turned into weeks, Yn gradually came to appreciate Ari’s silent companionship during her walks. At first, she had been taken aback by his sudden presence, the intrusion into her cherished routine a jarring change. However, as time went on, she began to recognize the thoughtful nature behind his actions.

Ari maintained his respectful distance during these walks, his presence marked by a quiet, non-intrusive demeanor. He did not initiate conversations or try to fill the silence with idle chatter. Instead, he walked beside her with a calm and steady pace, his focus forward, allowing Yn to immerse herself in the serenity of her surroundings.

The silence between them, once a source of discomfort, began to transform into something she could value. Yn realized that Ari was not trying to control her or intrude on her space; rather, he was offering her the space she needed while still being close enough to show his support and care. His willingness to simply be there, without demanding anything from her, allowed her to experience a sense of calm and acceptance she hadn’t anticipated.

She noticed the subtle changes in her own feelings during these walks. The presence of Ari, while still an ever-present reminder of their complex relationship, had become a more tolerable aspect of her daily routine. The quietude of the garden paths, combined with Ari’s unobtrusive company, created a space where she could reflect without feeling overwhelmed.

During these moments, Yn would often find herself lost in thought, her mind drifting through memories and contemplations about her life and the changes it had undergone. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of nature became more pronounced, and Ari’s steady, unspoken support provided a comforting backdrop to her internal musings.

Ari’s respectful silence began to speak volumes to Yn. She appreciated the way he managed to share these moments with her without making demands or imposing his own needs. His understanding of her need for solitude, paired with his silent presence, slowly softened her perception of him. It was clear that he had made an effort to adapt to her preferences, and that effort, though small, was not lost on her.

In her moments of quiet reflection, Yn started to see Ari’s actions in a new light. The walks, once a symbol of his control, began to represent a more nuanced form of affection—a silent commitment to being a part of her life while respecting her personal boundaries. She could see that he was genuinely trying to connect with her on her terms, and this realization fostered a sense of grudging respect.

Although Yn still grappled with her feelings about Ari, the silent walks allowed her to process her emotions in a way she hadn’t before. They became a time of introspection and, gradually, a space where she could acknowledge the complexity of her situation with greater clarity.

The routine of their walks continued, and with each passing day, Yn found herself more at ease with Ari’s presence. The silence that once felt like a barrier now became a bridge, connecting them in a way that was both unobtrusive and profoundly respectful. Through this subtle gesture, Ari demonstrated his understanding of her need for space while still remaining a part of her life—a gesture that, while not entirely winning her heart, was slowly earning him a place in it.

One afternoon, Ari was deeply engrossed in an important phone conversation in his study. He was so absorbed in the discussion that he lost track of time. When he finally ended the call, he glanced at his watch and realized he was running late for their usual walk. He quickly made his way downstairs, hoping he hadn’t missed Yn completely.

As he descended the grand staircase and approached the entrance to the gardens, he was pleasantly surprised to see Yn already standing by the doorway, waiting for him. It was nearly fifteen minutes past their usual walk time, and her patience struck Ari as a positive sign. He hadn’t expected her to wait for him, given her previous need for solitude and her tendency to start her walks alone.

Ari’s heart lifted as he approached her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wanted to show her how much her presence meant to him, so he kept his expression open and friendly. As he reached her side, Yn turned her gaze toward him, and her eyes met his with a mix of mild annoyance and something else that Ari couldn't quite place.

"You are late," Yn said, her voice calm but carrying a note of reproach. Before Ari could respond, she turned and started walking, her pace steady and purposeful.

Ari’s smile widened as he matched her stride, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. The fact that Yn had waited for him, even if just a few minutes, was a significant step in his mind. Her gentle reprimand for being late was a small yet meaningful acknowledgment of his presence. To Ari, it felt like a breakthrough—a sign that she was beginning to consider him a more integral part of her routine.

The walk began in the familiar, comfortable silence that had come to define their time together. Ari remained close beside her, savoring the quiet companionship. As they moved along the winding paths, Ari took pleasure in the subtle shifts in Yn’s demeanor. The fact that she had waited for him and engaged with him, however briefly, felt like a sign of progress.

In his mind, Ari replayed the moment Yn had spoken to him. Her words, though simple, were a reminder that she was noticing him more and becoming accustomed to his presence. This realization brought him a sense of contentment and hope. Each small gesture from Yn, each moment of acknowledgment, was a step toward the connection he so deeply desired.

As they continued their walk, Ari kept his attention focused on Yn, enjoying the quiet presence she offered and feeling encouraged by the small signs of progress. He was determined to keep earning her trust and affection, one patient step at a time.

As Ari and Yn settled into their usual dinner routine, the ambiance was serene. The grand dining room, with its elegant setting and soft lighting, was a backdrop for the evening's meal. Ari typically took the lead in their conversations, asking questions and steering the dialogue while Yn responded with brief, courteous answers. This pattern had become a comforting rhythm for both of them, marking their time together with a predictable routine.

However, this evening was different. As they began their meal, Yn broke from the usual dynamic. With a calm and composed demeanor, she looked at Ari and asked, “Why were you late for our walk today?”

The use of the word "our" in Yn’s question caught Ari’s attention immediately. It was a subtle but significant shift. In their previous conversations, Yn had always referred to their activities with a sense of distance, speaking of them as "my walk" or "your routine." But now, her choice of words suggested a degree of shared experience and ownership that Ari had not previously sensed.

This small change was like a glimmer of light breaking through a cloudy sky. Ari felt a surge of joy and hope as he realized that Yn was beginning to see their time together as something mutual, something that involved both of them in a more personal way. The fact that she had initiated the conversation, and had done so with a question that implied concern and interest, was a meaningful development in their relationship.

Ari's heart swelled with a mix of satisfaction and excitement. Her question indicated that she was engaged enough to notice his absence and care enough to inquire about it. It was a sign that she was starting to open up, to recognize him not just as a companion but as a significant part of her life. The shift from passive responses to active inquiries was a milestone that Ari had been patiently working towards.

As he processed Yn’s question, Ari felt a deep sense of accomplishment and hope. Her willingness to speak up, combined with the subtle indication of their growing connection, reassured him that his efforts were not in vain. He had been striving to build a bridge between them, and this evening felt like a solid step forward. The warmth in his chest was a blend of pride and anticipation, knowing that each small breakthrough like this one brought him closer to the bond he longed to share with Yn.

As Ari and Yn continued their dinner, Ari turned to her with a sincere expression. “I’m sorry for being late today, sweetheart,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of genuine regret. “It won’t happen again.”

Ari's apology hung in the air between them as they continued their dinner, and Yn’s polite nod was a quiet acknowledgment of his words. He understood that the journey to her heart would not be paved with grand gestures or opulent displays. Instead, it was becoming increasingly clear that Yn valued the subtler aspects of life—thoughtful actions, sincere gestures, and genuine connections.

As he sat across from her, the realization struck him deeply. For all his life as a mobster, he had been immersed in a world of excess and grandiosity. He had surrounded himself with material wealth, luxury, and power, but these were not the keys to Yn’s heart. What she cherished were the small, meaningful gestures—the moments of attentiveness, the quiet companionship, and the consideration of her feelings.

Ari reflected on how his own rough exterior and the harsh realities of his world had often overshadowed these simpler values. He had focused so much on controlling and providing for Yn through material means that he had overlooked what truly mattered to her. The little things—the sincere apology, the patience to join her in silence, the respect for her personal space—were the elements that resonated with her.

In his quiet contemplation, Ari felt a shift within himself. He recognized that winning Yn's heart would require a departure from his usual ways. It would mean embracing the smaller, more intimate aspects of their interactions—the ones that had always been overshadowed by his larger-than-life persona. It was about valuing the moments of genuine connection over the grand gestures.

This understanding was both humbling and enlightening for Ari. He realized that to truly connect with Yn, he needed to engage in the kind of heartfelt simplicity that she found valuable. This meant not only recognizing but embracing the small, meaningful actions that could forge a deeper bond between them. In doing so, Ari hoped to bridge the gap between their worlds and reach the part of Yn’s heart that had remained elusive.

As he looked at Yn, a newfound resolve took root in him. He was determined to show her that he could appreciate and embody the values she held dear, even if it meant stepping outside his comfort zone. It was a path that promised a different kind of richness—one built on understanding, respect, and the beauty of life's simpler pleasures.

The routine between Ari and Yn continued, marked by his unwavering insistence on kissing her anytime and anywhere, leaving her breathless and caught off guard. Despite this, Yn had started to appreciate the affection, even if it came with a sense of surprise and inevitability.

One evening, as Ari arrived home, he was met with an unexpected sight: the kitchen was empty, and there was no food prepared. The absence of the usual aroma of a freshly cooked meal prompted him to announce, “I’m ordering takeout.”

However, Yn, who had been quietly observing the situation, decided to step in. “There’s no need for takeout,” she said calmly, her voice firm but gentle. “I’m capable of cooking a simple meal for us.”

Without waiting for a response, she got up from her seat and walked toward the kitchen. Ari watched with a mixture of surprise and admiration as Yn put on an apron. The sight of her taking charge in the kitchen was a stark contrast to the usual routine, but it was a welcome change.

Ari’s initial reaction was one of curiosity and respect. He had grown accustomed to relying on the services provided for him and had not expected Yn to take this initiative. Her willingness to cook, despite the kitchen being less than fully equipped, was a testament to her independence and capability.

As Yn moved around the kitchen, Ari felt a deep sense of appreciation. Her gesture was not just about preparing a meal; it was a sign of her engagement and willingness to contribute to their shared life in a meaningful way. It was a small act of normalcy and self-sufficiency that spoke volumes to Ari.

He stood by, observing her as she worked with a calm efficiency. The smell of food starting to waft through the air added a comforting touch to the evening. Ari realized that this moment, though simple, was significant. It was a demonstration of Yn’s desire to be involved and contribute, and it resonated with the values he had come to understand were important to her.

Ari’s heart swelled with appreciation as he saw Yn handling the situation with grace and competence. He was reminded that, beyond the grand gestures and material displays, it was these everyday acts of care and cooperation that formed the core of their growing connection.

“I can help,” Ari offered, stepping closer to the kitchen counter. He looked at Yn, who had handed him a bowl of fresh vegetables. “Here, chop these.”

Yn handed him a mix of bell peppers, onions, and zucchini. As Ari began to chop, he found himself appreciating the simplicity of the task and the shared experience. Yn worked alongside him, adding spices and mixing ingredients with practiced ease.

In about fifteen minutes, their efforts resulted in a fragrant, home-cooked meal: a hearty vegetable stir-fry served over fluffy jasmine rice. The dish was colorful and appetizing, a testament to Yn’s skill and the teamwork that had gone into preparing it.

Yn served the meal with a warm smile, and they settled down to eat at the dining table. The meal was modest but satisfying, and as they enjoyed the food, the atmosphere was filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie. Ari relished the opportunity to share this moment with Yn, appreciating the blend of flavors and the effort they had both put into making the evening special.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” Yn said as she served the vegetable stir-fry.

“Liking?” Ari echoed, his eyes twinkling with genuine delight. “This beats Michelin star restaurants,” he added, a broad smile spreading across his face. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her in for another kiss.

Yn had grown accustomed to Ari’s frequent kisses, often accepting them with a resigned air. But tonight, as she felt his lips against hers, she noticed the sincerity in his touch. There was a warmth and intensity behind his kiss that spoke of deep affection and admiration. It wasn’t just an automatic gesture; it was a genuine expression of his feelings.

For the first time, Yn paid close attention to the way Ari kissed her, realizing that each kiss was imbued with his earnest emotions. His kisses weren’t merely habitual; they carried a depth of meaning that made her feel truly valued. This realization marked a shift in her perception, making her more aware of the sincerity behind his actions.

As Yn sat back down after the kiss, her mind began to wander. She found herself pondering a question that had been lingering at the edges of her thoughts: What would she have done instead? If she hadn't ended up in this complex situation with Ari, what would her life look like? The more she searched for answers, the more elusive they seemed to be.

She had been on dates before, but those experiences left a bitter taste. She recalled the many times she'd been stood up, left in the middle of a date without explanation, or dismissed as too plain by men who were shallow and self-absorbed. Each of those encounters had chipped away at her confidence, reinforcing the idea that perhaps love wasn't something she was meant to experience fully.

But then there was Ari—someone who looked at her as if she hung the moon. His gaze was always filled with admiration, his actions driven by a desire to care for her, even if his methods were far from conventional. He wasn’t just another guy trying to impress her; he was deeply invested in her, making it clear through his actions that she meant the world to him.

Ari’s ways had been unconventional, certainly. His domineering nature, his insistence on having her close, and his intimidating presence were things she had struggled with. But in the midst of it all, he hadn’t been cruel. He hadn’t been a jackass like the others. Instead, he had been protective, attentive, and oddly gentle in his own way.

She couldn’t deny that Ari was an imposing figure, his physique alone enough to intimidate anyone. But that strength, which could easily have been used to harm or control, had instead been channeled into keeping her safe and providing for her. His intentions were clear—he wanted her in his life, and he was determined to show her that she was worth everything to him.

As these thoughts swirled in Yn’s mind, she began to rethink everything. Perhaps Ari wasn’t the villain she had initially thought him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper at play—something worth exploring beyond the surface of their complicated relationship.

As Yn sat in the quiet of the evening, the warmth of the simple meal they had shared still lingering, a new thought crept into her mind. When did I become so bitter? she wondered. The question startled her with its bluntness. She realized that her initial resistance to Ari hadn’t just been about him—it was about her own unresolved feelings, the bitterness that had built up over years of disappointments, failed relationships, and the constant feeling of not being enough.

Am I just taking out my resentment towards my own life on Ari? she asked herself, the thought heavy with truth. It was easier, she realized, to see Ari as the source of her discomfort, to blame him for the way her life had taken an unexpected turn. But as she reflected on his actions—the way he cared for her, provided for her, and sought to make her happy—she began to see things differently. His methods may have been unorthodox, but his intentions had always been clear and genuine.

Yn decided then and there that, while she might not be able to love him just yet, she could at least stop fighting him at every turn. It wasn’t fair to punish him for her own unresolved issues, nor was it right to treat him as the enemy when all he had ever wanted was to be close to her. At least as a good human being, she thought, I can try not to antagonize him.

She resolved to be more mindful of her actions, to approach their relationship with a sense of fairness and openness, even if her heart wasn’t fully in it yet. Ari deserved that much, and perhaps in doing so, she could find a way to heal her own wounds as well.

----

The evening sun cast a golden hue over the vast backyard of Ari’s mansion, its rays stretching across the meticulously maintained lawn. The estate was grand, with sprawling gardens, a shimmering pool, and at the far end, a pristine tennis court that was currently the focal point of everyone’s attention. The tension in the air was palpable as Ari, Steve, and Bucky sat on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the intense match unfolding before them.

The court was buzzing with energy, and it wasn’t just the usual competitive spirit. This match held much more weight than a simple game of tennis—it was a high-stakes bet, with two million dollars on the line. Natasha, fiercely competitive and known for her athletic prowess, was representing Ari and his crew. On the opposite side of the net stood Pamela, the fiancée of their rival, John Walker. Both women were powerful players in their own right, and the match had been neck and neck from the start.

Ari’s jaw was set in a tight line as he watched the game. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by a rare display of anxiety. Steve and Bucky, seated beside him, exchanged glances of concern. They knew what this match represented—not just a financial gamble, but a test of pride and dominance between their group and Walker’s.

On the sidelines, John Walker stood with his arms crossed, his expression smug. He had full confidence in Pamela, and why wouldn’t he? She was a formidable opponent, and as the match wore on, it became increasingly clear that Natasha was struggling to keep up. Each powerful swing from Pamela was met with a slightly slower response from Natasha, and the gap between them began to widen.

Yn, sitting a bit apart from the tense huddle of men, watched the match with a calmness that contrasted sharply with the atmosphere around her. She wasn’t as invested in the outcome as the others, at least not in the same way. For her, this was more of an observation—a chance to understand the dynamics that played out in Ari’s world. But even she could feel the stakes rising with every point won or lost.

Natasha wiped the sweat from her brow, her face a mask of concentration, but Yn could see the strain in her movements. Pamela, on the other hand, seemed to be gaining momentum, her confidence growing with each successful shot. The crowd that had gathered around the court—a mix of friends, allies, and onlookers—murmured in anticipation, sensing that the match was tipping in Walker’s favor.

Ari clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced with thoughts—strategies, possible outcomes, and the ramifications of a loss. This wasn’t just about the money; it was about reputation, respect, and the power balance between him and Walker. Losing wasn’t an option, but as he watched Natasha falter, doubt began to creep in.

Steve leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as Natasha missed another critical shot. “Come on, Nat,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with urgency. Bucky, normally the calmest among them, was fidgeting in his seat, clearly on edge.

Yn glanced over at Ari, noticing the tension in his posture, the way his gaze never left the court. She had seen him in many different states—calm, angry, even affectionate—but this was different. He was deeply invested in this, and it made her realize just how much this match meant to him. For a moment, she wondered if there was anything she could do to ease his mind, but the gravity of the situation seemed to demand that she simply observe.

The game was in its final stages now. Natasha was giving it her all, but Pamela was relentless. With a powerful serve, Pamela won another point, bringing her closer to victory. Ari’s heart sank as he saw the score, and even Yn felt a pang of concern. Natasha was a fighter, but it was clear that the odds were stacked against her.

John Walker smirked from across the court, sensing victory. He exchanged a look with Pamela, who responded with a confident nod. Ari’s grip tightened around the armrest of his chair, his frustration barely contained. Losing this match would be a blow, not just financially, but to everything he had built.

Yn’s gaze shifted back to the court, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a game—it was a battle of wills, of strength and strategy. She could feel the intensity of it all, and for the first time, she understood the depth of the stakes. As the final moments of the match played out, everyone held their breath, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.

As the tension in the air thickened, Natasha stepped off the court, sweat glistening on her forehead. She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her, waiting for her next move. Just as she was about to say something, John Walker’s voice cut through the silence.

“Double or nothing, Ari,” John sneered, his eyes gleaming with confidence. “Wanna go another round?”

The challenge hung in the air, and Natasha hesitated for a moment. She looked at Ari, her expression serious. “I might not win, Ari,” she admitted quietly. “Pamela’s very good. She’s got a solid serve, and she’s quicker than I expected.”

Ari’s jaw tightened, his mind racing. Natasha was his best player, but even she was struggling. He knew the stakes were high, and the thought of losing double the money made his blood boil. But before he could respond, a soft voice broke the tension.

“I can play her if you allow,” Yn said quietly.

Everyone turned to look at her. Ari’s eyes widened in surprise as he processed her words. He had never seen Yn play tennis, let alone heard her mention it before.

“You play tennis?” he asked, astonished.

“Yes, I used to,” Yn replied, her voice steady but low.

Ari looked at her, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. He had seen many sides of Yn, but this was new. There was a quiet confidence in her stance, a resolve he hadn’t noticed before. He was intrigued and a bit skeptical, but before he could ask more, Yn continued.

“I’ve been watching Pamela,” she said, her gaze shifting to the court where Pamela stood, awaiting the next round. “She has a strong serve, but she tends to favor her backhand too much, especially when she’s under pressure. It’s her weaker side. And when she goes for those deep shots, she often overextends, leaving her forehand side vulnerable. If I can keep her running and force her to rely on that backhand, I think I can exploit those weaknesses.”

Ari’s eyes narrowed as he listened. Yn’s analysis was sharp, and it was clear she knew the game well. He hadn’t expected this from her—she had always been so reserved, so compliant. But now, there was a fire in her eyes, a spark of determination he couldn’t ignore.

“I think I can play her easily,” Yn added, her voice filled with quiet conviction.

Ari studied her for a moment, weighing his options. He trusted Natasha, but Natasha herself had admitted that winning was uncertain. Here was Yn, who had suddenly revealed a hidden talent, offering a chance at victory when things looked bleak.

He took a deep breath, his decision made. He nodded slowly, his voice steady as he spoke. “Alright, Yn. You’re up.”

John Walker’s smirk faltered slightly as he heard this, clearly not expecting the quiet, unassuming woman to step forward. Natasha handed Yn the racket, giving her a supportive nod before stepping aside.

As Yn moved toward the court, Ari’s eyes followed her, still processing the unexpected turn of events. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of hope and curiosity. This wasn’t just about winning or losing anymore—it was about discovering a new side of Yn, one he hadn’t seen before.

And as she took her position on the court, ready to face Pamela, he realized that this match had suddenly become far more personal.

The match between Pamela and Yn was unlike anything the court had seen that day. The air crackled with tension, and the crowd fell into a hushed silence as Yn stepped onto the court, her expression calm but focused. She adjusted her grip on the racket, her eyes locking onto Pamela’s. On the sidelines, Ari watched intently, his heart pounding in his chest.

Pamela served first, and it was powerful—just as Yn had predicted. But Yn was ready. She moved swiftly, her body a fluid motion as she returned the serve with a sharp, precise stroke. The ball zipped across the net, catching Pamela off guard. Pamela scrambled to her backhand, just as Yn had anticipated, and returned the ball weakly. Yn seized the opportunity, sending the ball to the opposite corner with a blistering forehand. Pamela lunged, but it was too late. The ball skidded past her, landing just inside the line.

“Fifteen-love,” the umpire announced, and Ari’s heart leaped. Yn had taken the first point with ease, and it sent a ripple of excitement through the spectators.

The next few points were hard-fought, with Pamela determined to hold her ground. She fired off a series of aggressive shots, pushing Yn to the edges of the court. But Yn was unyielding. She met each challenge with a calm, calculated response, forcing Pamela to rely more and more on her weaker backhand. The rallies were long and grueling, each one testing the limits of both players. But with each shot, Yn seemed to grow stronger, more confident.

Ari couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every move she made was deliberate, precise, and it was clear that she was reading Pamela’s game like an open book. It was almost as if she had stepped into a different world—one where nothing existed but her, the racket, and the ball. He had never seen her like this before, so in control, so powerful. And with every point she won, his admiration for her deepened.

As the score climbed, the tension mounted. The match was tied, each player fighting tooth and nail for every point. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their eyes darting back and forth as the ball flew across the court. Ari could feel the nervous energy around him, but he was only focused on Yn. She was no longer the quiet, compliant woman he had grown accustomed to. Here, on the court, she was something else entirely—a force of nature.

During the match, Yn felt a surge of determination and focus, her mind sharpening with every serve and volley. The court was her sanctuary, where she could channel her past struggles into the present fight. Despite the intense pressure and stakes, she found a quiet strength within herself, allowing her skills and instincts to guide her.

Pamela, frustrated by Yn’s prowess, attempted to provoke her with taunts and trash talk. “You really think you can beat me? I’ve played at higher levels than you could ever imagine,” Pamela sneered. “What are you even doing here? Just a little mouse trying to play with the big cats.”

Yn, however, remained unflinchingly calm, refusing to respond to the provocations. Her silence was powerful, her focus unwavering as she continued to play with precision and grace. Ari, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of anger at Pamela's attempts to belittle Yn. Yet, he soon realized that Yn’s quiet demeanor spoke volumes. Her refusal to engage in the trash talk only highlighted her strength and dignity, making Pamela’s efforts seem petty in comparison. This realization only deepened Ari's admiration for Yn, seeing her inner strength and resilience shine through despite the adversity.

Finally, it came down to the last set. The score was neck and neck, and the pressure was palpable. Ari’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the final rally begin. Pamela served with all the strength she could muster, but Yn was ready. She returned the ball with a powerful forehand, sending it rocketing toward Pamela’s backhand.

Pamela reached for it, but her return was weak, and Yn capitalized on it immediately. She moved in for the kill, sending the ball to the far side of the court, just out of Pamela’s reach. Pamela made a desperate lunge, but the ball sailed past her, landing inside the line with a thud.

“Forty-thirty,” the umpire called, and Ari’s heart pounded in his chest. One more point, and Yn would win the match.

He glanced over at John Walker, who was visibly tense, his confident smirk replaced by a look of concern. Walker’s eyes darted between Pamela and Yn, clearly realizing that the tide had turned. Ari felt a surge of satisfaction—Walker was worried, and that meant they were close to victory.

But more than that, Ari felt an overwhelming sense of pride and admiration for Yn. He had always known she was special, but seeing her now, dominating the court with such grace and determination, he realized just how extraordinary she truly was. If it was possible to fall more in love with her, he was experiencing it now.

Pamela served again, but her composure was faltering. The pressure was getting to her, and her serve lacked the power it had before. Yn took full advantage, returning the ball with a fierce cross-court shot. Pamela raced to intercept, but she was too late. The ball skidded off her racket, sending it into the net.

Ari held his breath. The score was tied again, and it was anyone’s game. But in that moment, he saw something shift in Yn’s expression—a steely resolve that told him she wasn’t going to let this slip away. She was going to win this match, and there was nothing Pamela could do to stop her.

Yn took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she prepared for what could be the final point. The crowd was silent, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. She could feel the weight of everyone's expectations on her, but more than that, she felt her own resolve hardening. She wasn’t just playing to win a game—this was her moment, her chance to reclaim a part of herself that had been overshadowed by everything that had happened since Ari came into her life.

Pamela served, the ball flying towards Yn with impressive speed. But Yn was ready. She moved swiftly, her body in perfect sync as she met the ball with a powerful, clean stroke. The ball shot across the court, and Pamela scrambled to reach it, her desperation clear. But this time, Yn wasn’t giving her any room to breathe.

With a final, decisive move, Yn sent the ball rocketing toward the far corner of the court, aiming just inside the line. Pamela lunged, stretching as far as she could, but it wasn’t enough. The ball grazed the line and bounced out of Pamela’s reach, landing inbounds with a satisfying thud.

For a moment, there was complete silence. Then the umpire's voice rang out, clear and authoritative: "Game, set, match—Yn Yln!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound almost deafening. Yn stood still for a moment, the realization of her victory slowly sinking in. She had done it—she had won. A small, triumphant smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked over at Pamela, who was bent over, hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

Ari was on his feet, his heart swelling with pride and joy. "Damn!" he whispered to himself, a broad smile spreading across his face. She had done it. She had beaten Pamela, and in doing so, she had shown everyone—and most importantly, herself—just how strong and capable she was.

He wanted to rush over to her, to sweep her into his arms and kiss her in front of everyone, but he held back, watching as Yn soaked in her victory. She had earned this moment, and he didn’t want to overshadow it with his own feelings. Instead, he clapped along with the crowd, his eyes never leaving her.

John Walker’s face was a mask of disbelief, the cocky smirk he had worn earlier completely wiped away. He looked over at Ari, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Walker knew he had lost—not just the bet, but the respect of the people watching. Ari, on the other hand, felt nothing but satisfaction.

Yn turned to walk off the court, her eyes scanning the crowd until they met Ari's. There was a flicker of something in her gaze, something that made his heart skip a beat. She had won the match, but more than that, she had won a small victory for herself, and he was immensely proud of her. And as she approached him, he couldn't help but think that he had never been more in love with her than he was in that moment.

As Yn walked off the court, victorious and glowing with a quiet confidence, Ari's thoughts drifted away from the bet. The four million dollars that had once been at the forefront of everyone's minds now seemed utterly insignificant. The real prize wasn't money—it was something far more valuable.

Ari watched her approach, his heart pounding with something that went beyond mere pride. This woman, who had seemed so distant and resigned, had just revealed a side of herself that he hadn’t fully seen before. She had stepped up, taken control, and won against the odds. It wasn’t just about her skill on the court; it was about the fire he saw in her eyes, the determination in her every move.

To hell with the money, Ari thought. Today, he had won something far more precious. He had seen Yn not just as someone he adored, but as someone with an inner strength and resolve that made him fall for her all over again. She wasn’t just complying with his desires—she was showing him that she was still her own person, a force to be reckoned with.

As she came to stand beside him, her breathing still a little heavy from the exertion, Ari felt an overwhelming sense of admiration. This was no longer just about his relentless pursuit of her heart. It was about earning the right to be by her side, to match her strength with his own.

Yn glanced up at him, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something unspoken between them. Ari knew then that he had won something priceless today—not just her respect, but perhaps the first real step towards something deeper. It wasn’t about four million dollars anymore. To hell with that. He had won something far more valuable: the possibility of her heart.

As Yn left the court, heading inside to freshen up, the group of men gathered around Ari, unable to hide their admiration. Steve was the first to speak, clapping Ari on the back with a wide grin. "Your girl is awesome, man. I had no idea she had those skills."

Bucky nodded in agreement, still watching the door Yn had disappeared through. "She really took control out there. I haven’t seen anyone handle a match like that in a long time. You’re lucky to have her."

Natasha, who had been on the verge of losing the match, couldn’t help but smirk as she approached Ari. "You better watch out, Ari. She's not just a pretty face—she's a warrior. I wouldn’t want to be on her bad side."

Even some of the others, who hadn’t been as close to Ari, murmured their approval, exchanging impressed glances. "That was some performance," one of them said. "I wouldn’t have bet against Pamela if I knew she was that good."

Ari stood there, absorbing their words, his chest swelling with a mix of pride and something deeper, more profound. It was one thing for him to know how extraordinary Yn was, but hearing it from others, seeing their genuine admiration for her, only solidified what he already felt.

She wasn’t just the woman he was obsessed with; she was someone everyone respected, someone who could hold her own in any situation. And that made him feel even more determined to win her heart, not just through his usual methods but by truly understanding and appreciating her for who she was.

As the others continued to express their admiration, Ari remained quiet, a slight smile playing on his lips. His heart was filled with warmth, knowing that they all saw what he had seen all along—a woman who was strong, capable, and undeniably remarkable.

But beneath that pride was a growing realization that she wasn’t just "his girl"—she was her own person, and if he was going to keep her in his life, he would need to respect and nurture that independence. As he stood among his friends, he felt more certain than ever that she was worth every effort, every sacrifice, every change he needed to make.

That evening, Ari and Yn sat down for dinner as they did every day, but tonight was different. There was a palpable sense of admiration in the air, a silent acknowledgment of what had transpired on the tennis court earlier. Ari couldn’t take his eyes off her, still in awe of how she had turned the match around, how she had stepped in and saved the day without hesitation.

After a few moments of silence, Ari finally spoke up, his voice warm with admiration. “You were incredible out there today, Yn. I had no idea you could play tennis like that. Where did you learn to play so well?”

Yn looked up from her plate, meeting his gaze with a calm expression. “I’ve been playing since I was in school. My father was a tennis enthusiast, and he got me into it when I was just a kid. I started competing pretty young, and by the time I was in high school, I was playing in some serious tournaments.”

Ari nodded, genuinely interested. “That explains a lot. You played with such precision and confidence today. Did you ever think about going professional?”

Yn took a deep breath, her expression shifting slightly as she recalled her past. “I did, actually. I was on track to go to the nationals. It was all I wanted at that time—I dreamed of playing tennis on the biggest stages. I was training every day, working hard to make that dream a reality.”

Ari noticed the slight change in her tone and leaned in closer, sensing there was more to the story. “But you didn’t. Why didn’t you keep playing?”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mix of old pain and acceptance. “My sister… She got very sick around the same time. The doctors said she needed surgery, and it wasn’t cheap. My parents had to make a choice between my tennis education and her surgery. It wasn’t even a question for me—I chose my sister.”

Ari felt a pang in his chest as he listened to her, understanding now the depth of her sacrifice. “That must have been hard for you.”

Yn nodded slightly, her voice softer now. “It was, but I don’t regret it. My sister got better, and that’s all that mattered to me. But it did mean the end of my tennis career. By the time things settled down, I was too far behind to catch up, so I had to let it go.”

Ari could see the strength in her, the resilience that had carried her through such a difficult decision. It made him admire her even more. “You’re amazing, you know that? To give up something you loved so much for your sister... it says a lot about who you are.”

Yn offered a small, appreciative smile. “Family has always been important to me. I guess that’s why I haven’t played much since then. It reminds me of what I gave up, but it also reminds me of what I gained—a healthy sister and the knowledge that I made the right choice.”

Ari was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. He had always known there was more to Yn than met the eye, but this glimpse into her past, her values, and her sacrifices, made him respect her on a whole new level.

“You’re remarkable, Yn,” he said finally, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’m glad you decided to play today. You’ve still got it, you know?”

Yn looked down at her plate, a soft smile touching her lips. “Thanks, Ari. I guess it’s like riding a bike—you never really forget how.”

----

Ari presented Yn with the tennis clothes and racquets, his heart pounded with anticipation. He had chosen each item meticulously, hoping that these gifts would bring her joy. When Yn opened the gifts, her eyes widened in surprise, and a genuine smile spread across her face for the first time in his presence. The transformation was subtle yet profound, and it struck Ari deeply.

Seeing her smile, Ari felt a wave of emotion wash over him. The sight of her happiness, so genuine and unguarded, made him realize something fundamental about himself and his approach to their relationship. He had been so focused on satisfying his own desires—his need to win her over, to possess her affection—that he had overlooked what she truly needed from him.

In that moment, as Yn admired the gifts and expressed her gratitude, Ari felt a deep pang of realization. His expressions of love had been more about gratifying his own ego and securing his place in her life than truly considering her feelings and desires. The gifts, while thoughtful, were ultimately about fulfilling his need to see her smile rather than understanding her true needs and wants.

Ari's mind raced with this newfound clarity. He had been rough, demanding, and intense, believing that these traits would prove his love. Yet, here was Yn, her face lighting up with a simple gesture of kindness, showing him that genuine affection didn’t need to be forceful or grandiose. It needed to be thoughtful and considerate of what truly mattered to her.

Determined to change, Ari resolved to soften his approach. He would no longer let his rough edges dominate their interactions. Instead, he would focus on being more understanding and supportive, respecting her individuality and showing love in ways that truly catered to her happiness.

The realization was both humbling and liberating. Ari knew he still had a long way to go, but this moment marked the beginning of a shift in how he expressed his love. He wanted to be someone who truly valued Yn’s feelings and made her happiness a priority, rather than simply seeking validation for his own actions.

As Yn continued to smile and express her gratitude, Ari felt a deep, sincere affection growing within him. He was committed to proving that his love could be more than just a means to fulfill his own desires—it could be a source of genuine joy and support for the woman who had already given so much.

-----

In his office, Ari sat at his desk, but his mind kept drifting back to the tennis match. His friends were no different—they hadn’t stopped talking about Yn’s unexpected victory.

“Man, I still can’t believe she took Pamela down like that,” Bucky said, leaning back in his chair, a look of awe on his face. “I mean, who would’ve thought she had it in her?”

Steve nodded, still marveling at the memory. “Pamela was trash-talking her the whole time, trying to get under her skin, but Yn just shut her down without even saying a word. That’s some real ice-cold focus.”

Natasha smirked, a hint of pride in her eyes. “She wasn’t just playing tennis out there—she was making a statement. And she did it with pure skill, no showboating, just precision. I’ve gotta say, Ari, your girl is something else.”

Ari listened to them, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as they recounted the match. Yn had not only won the game but had also won their respect, and it was clear she had left a lasting impression on everyone.

“She really is,” Ari finally said, his voice filled with admiration. He realized that Yn had done more than just win a tennis match—she had shown him a side of herself that he hadn’t fully appreciated before. Her quiet strength, her refusal to let anyone shake her, and the way she carried herself with such dignity made him fall for her even more. The victory wasn’t just on the court; it was in the way she had earned his friends’ respect and admiration as well.

---

As Ari reflected on the moment Yn stepped onto the court, he recalled the transformation he had witnessed. He could still see her close her eyes, taking a deep breath before the match began. It was as if a switch had flipped inside her.

In that brief, silent moment, Yn’s demeanor changed dramatically. The gentle, reserved woman he knew seemed to vanish, replaced by someone entirely different—steely, focused, and unyielding. Her expression hardened, her posture straightened, and there was a fire in her eyes that Ari had never seen before.

It was a stark contrast to the Yn he was accustomed to: the quiet, thoughtful woman who navigated his world with a sense of grace and resignation. On the court, however, she became a fierce competitor, her movements precise and her focus razor-sharp. She exuded a commanding presence, showing no mercy to her opponent.

Ari was captivated by this side of her. It was as though he was seeing a hidden facet of Yn’s character, one that contrasted sharply with her everyday self. This steely resolve, this intense drive—it was a revelation, and it made him admire her even more.

It was clear to him now: Yn was more complex and formidable than he had ever realized. He had always known her as someone gentle and kind, but on the court, she was a force to be reckoned with. This new understanding of her left Ari in awe, deepening his feelings and further igniting his desire to truly understand and appreciate every side of the woman he had fallen for.

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As they sat in Ari's office, still discussing the incredible tennis match, the door creaked open, drawing everyone's attention. A man stepped inside, his face unreadable, carrying a large, heavy-looking duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

He placed the bag on Ari's desk with a thud that resonated through the room. "From Mr. Walker," the man said flatly, his tone giving nothing away.

Ari’s eyes narrowed as he unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of cash—four million dollars, just as promised. But it wasn’t the money that caught his attention. Tucked on top of the bills was a folded note. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

The note was brief, written in bold, sharp letters: "You got lucky this time."

Ari stared at the words for a moment, his expression hardening. He could feel the tension in the room rise as his friends exchanged glances, sensing the underlying challenge in Walker's message.

Ari’s thoughts, however, were elsewhere. It wasn’t about the money—it never had been. His mind drifted back to the image of Yn on the court, her unyielding focus, her steely determination. She had won that match with pure skill and grit, and no amount of luck had anything to do with it.

He folded the note carefully and set it aside, his eyes meeting those of his friends. The money was inconsequential compared to what he had gained that day—a deeper understanding and a profound admiration for the woman who had silently stepped up and shown them all just how formidable she could be.

With a quiet resolve, he nodded to the man who had delivered the money. “Tell Mr. Walker," Ari said, his voice calm but laced with an underlying challenge, "that next time, luck won’t be a factor.”

Ari held the note between his fingers for a moment, then passed it around the room. Each of his friends glanced at the message, their expressions darkening as they understood the insinuation.

“You got lucky this time.” The words hung in the air, a taunt that struck deeper than Walker likely realized.

Ari’s jaw clenched as he began to speak, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity. "I talked to Yn, you know," he started, looking around at his friends. "She trained and played from the time she was ten years old. She gave it everything she had, and by the time she was 21, she was on the brink of going to the nationals."

He paused, the weight of what he was about to say next pressing down on the room. "But her sister needed surgery. It came down to a choice between sending Yn to the nationals or paying for that surgery. And Yn... she chose her sister."

The room was silent, the gravity of Yn's sacrifice sinking in. Ari’s gaze hardened as he glanced back at the note. "This ass thinks Yn won by luck?" he scoffed, his voice thick with disdain.

He leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over his friends. "It was a friendly match before, like always," he continued, his tone darkening. "We played, we bet, and we handed over money, much like any Las Vegas casino. But Walker? He’s made it personal now."

There was a collective murmur of agreement, a shared anger at the insult embedded in Walker’s words. To imply that someone who had given up so much, who had fought so hard, had won by mere chance—it was infuriating.

Ari leaned back, his eyes cold. "Yn didn’t win by luck. She won because she’s a damn force to be reckoned with. And Walker’s going to learn that next time, luck won’t have anything to do with it."

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