#trucker ari x you

[witchywithwhiskey]

first christmas with trucker ari levinson

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: you ask ari if you can hang up some christmas decorations in his truck cab, and after his initial refusal, he starts to come around to the idea—and has some fun making you beg for it.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, slightly dry/painful sex, creampie, cock warming, bondage, choking, breathplay, dirty talk, degradation, some praise, daddy/dad kink, begging, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), some aftercare, a mean hot man

word count: 2.0k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? since Ari's canonically jewish, i wanted to work that in while still showing what he's willing to do for his girl. (also apologies if there's any tense switching in this one, i'm not used to writing in present tense 😬)

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Trucker Ari Levinson isn’t the type of man to decorate for the holidays. By the time Thanksgiving rolls around, you’re well aware of this fact about your trucker, but you think it would be nice to put up some decorations in the rig, just to make it feel a little bit festive.

When you broach the subject, the two of you have just set off on a six-week stint of driving, which means you’ll be on the road through the new year. Already, the vast, snow-covered plains of the midwest have you feeling melancholy, so you’re really hoping Ari says yes to some Christmas cheer.

However, your trucker shuts you down with a curt, grunted, “I’m Jewish.”

You try not to show your disappointment, but you haven’t quite gotten used to the way you can never hide anything from your deceptively observant trucker. So while you think you do a good job of playing it off like you don’t care that Ari doesn’t seem willing to let you decorate, he knows he’s struck a chord—and it doesn’t sit well with him.

At the next rest stop, Ari’s grabbing snacks while you’re in the bathroom and he catches sight of a small display of Christmas decorations. They’re all cheap and plastic and poor quality, but before he can stop himself, he’s swiping one of the bright red Santa hats and adding it to his haul.

Ari shakes his head to himself, wondering what his mother would think of him if she could see him buying a Santa hat when he hasn’t worn a yarmulke or stepped foot in a synagogue in over a decade. But then he pushes the thoughts aside, reminding himself that his mother was gone, she’d left him, and she had no fucking right to judge what he was doing.

You’re settled in the rig by the time he gets back, an e-reader in your lap, and already engrossed in some smutty Christmas romance when Ari hauls himself into the driver’s seat. You don’t look up until a bag of Christmas candy lands in your lap, and you’re so taken aback, you glance at your trucker in surprise.

It’s then that you see the Santa hat pulled down over Ari’s slightly greasy brown hair. In his dirty red flannel, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Ari looked like the hottest, filthiest Santa you’ve ever seen, and your core quivers with eagerness as you suck in an excited breath.

Ari’s staring at your mouth, his eyes dipping lower to the way your tits are trembling as your breathing speeds up. You’re wearing nothing but one of his flannel shirts, the buttons undone an almost indecent amount, and nothing underneath. (You’d worn leggings into the rest stop bathroom, but taken them off as soon as you got back in the truck—Ari doesn’t like you wearing too many clothes and, truthfully, you don’t either.)

“Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap, kiddo,” Ari rumbles, his voice low and smooth—the charming tone of the man who’d coaxed you into his truck that first day. His hand pats his thigh enticingly as he spreads his legs, the fingers of his other hand deftly undoing the button and fly of his jeans. “Tell daddy what you want for Christmas this year.”

Your pussy is already wet with desire, so you toss your e-reader onto the bunk in the back and quickly navigate the space between your seats so you can throw a leg over Ari’s thighs and slide into his lap. Your ass lands on his legs, your pussy already slick enough that you whimper with the need to be filled.

“Beg for this cock, sweetheart,” Ari rumbles, stroking his thick length, his knuckles brushing against your damp slit and making your hips buck forward, seeking more friction. “Beg me to use your cunny like my own personal cock sleeve.”

“Please, use my pussy, daddy,” you beg breathlessly, fingers twining around the hair at the nape of Ari’s neck, careful not to knock the Santa hat off his head. “Use me to keep your cock warm, please—I want nothing more than to be your perfect little cock slave.”

“Good cock whore,” Ari purrs, one of his big hands grabbing your ass and urging you to lift up. Then he was notching the head of his dick at your tight little hole and helping you sink down on him.

A lewd moan slips from your lips as you take Ari’s cock. Your pussy isn’t quite wet enough to take his thick girth, but you don’t care. You’d take Ari dry if that’s what he wanted, and you both know it. 

There’s a delicious sting as your pussy protests the thick intrusion but you push past it, forcing your hips down until your ass meets Ari’s strong thighs. You sigh with contentment, swaying a little in Ari’s lap, your eyes half-lidded as you stare into your trucker’s ungodly handsome face. 

For some reason, the Santa hat is really doing it for you, making Ari even hotter than normal and you think, dazedly, you might have a Santa kink—so long as Santa is your dirty, filthy trucker.

“Feels s’good, daddy,” you slur, pleasure making your tongue feel thick and clumsy in your mouth. 

Ari chuckles and gives your hip an affectionate pat before he removes his hands from your body and starts up the truck, the engine growling to life. 

He’s pulled his rig back onto the snowy midwestern roads before he reminds you about why you’re on his lap in the first place.

“I wanna decorate the cab for Christmas,” you murmur, laying your head against Ari’s shoulder and enjoying the feeling of the truck rumbling beneath you, the warmth of the rig surrounding you.

Your eyes slide closed and you relax against Ari’s chest, letting the soothing vibrations and the perfect feeling of being filled by his cock lull you. Your whispered plea is spoken into the hollow of Ari’s throat, right above where the star of David he always wears is nestled beneath his t-shirt. 

“Please, dad.”

You feel your trucker’s cock twitch inside you, and a second later he lets out a tortured groan. It joins the soft moan you bury in the shoulder of his flannel shirt, your hips rocking lazily on Ari’s lap. Your juices are soaking his cock already, dripping down to his balls, and his cock is throbbing inside you, both of you equally turned on by what you’d called him. 

“Fine,” he grits out through clenched teeth, though you know he’s not angry, just trying to hold back from coming inside you so soon. He always reacts that way when you call him ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy’. “You can have one string of lights, baby, but I’m going to test ‘em out before we hang ‘em up.”

Sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, you lean back and look up at Ari to make sure he’s serious. You find his jaw clenched tight and ticking, but when his eyes meet yours, there’s a sparkle of something like affection in them. Before you can be sure, though, he looks back to the dark road. 

“Thank you, Ari, thank you,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing kisses to his scruffy cheeks and burying your face in his thick beard to nuzzle his jaw. Happily, you lick and kiss down his neck, sucking on the spot at the base of his throat that makes his cock throb inside you. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” he grumbles, one of his hands falling to the small of your back and urging you to settle. “Now be a good cock whore and sit still while you keep me warm, we’ve got another couple hours of driving before you can properly thank me.” 

“Yes, sir, daddy,” you purr sweetly in Ari’s ear as you settle down on his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder and press your mouth to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin idly while you do your best to stay still and let him drive in peace. 

When Ari finally pulls off for the night, you’re practically vibrating with a need to show him how happy he’s made you and as soon as he puts the rig in park, you’re riding his cock hard and fast. 

Your hands are planted on his bare chest—since you made him strip out of his flannel shirt and t-shirt—and you lift your ass up before slamming it down hard, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with every thrust and making your cunt squeeze the life from his hard length.

Once he’s let you take control for long enough, Ari’s hand wraps around the front of your throat and he pins you back against the steering wheel, not caring that the horn blares while he fucks up into you ruthlessly. 

All you can do is watch your trucker king, wearing a cheap rest stop Santa hat, fuck the hell out of you while your tits bounce and your mouth falls open in a moan.

Ari comes with a rough shout, yanking you down hard on his cock and making you grind your pussy on him, rubbing your clit against the coarse hair at the base. His hand squeezes your throat, choking you just hard enough to make your pussy spasm, and then you’re coming too, your scream of pleasure stifled by his grip on your neck.

After, Ari helps you into the bunk and tucks you into his big body beneath the blanket. He falls asleep wearing that Santa hat and some boxer briefs, while you’re naked in his arms. With your back to his chest, you can’t see the faint smile that curves his mouth as he drifts off.

When Ari finally buys you that string of lights he promised, you learn that the ‘test’ he wanted to do before you strung them up was to tie you up in them. He winds the cord around your calves, then your thighs, binding your legs together before he plugs them in to make sure they’re all working. 

Ari takes a long moment to look at you like that, naked on the bunk in the back of his rig, save for the thick socks keeping your feet toasty, and the warm, golden lights of the Christmas decoration he bought for you. 

It makes him want to buy you more, to see how you’d look laid out beneath a fully decked out Christmas tree while he fucked your pussy, or how you’d feel curled up in a blanket covered in reindeer while he held you on his lap, his cock buried in your ass. He wants to see you wearing a Santa hat that matched his own, sucking his cock on Christmas morning while he made you coffee.

Ari reminds himself that the two of you are spending Christmas in his rig that year, driving around the country until well into January. But he saves those ideas for another time, tucking them into a box in a corner deep in his mind reserved for all the softer, more domestic plans he has for you—the ones you’ve started to inspire in him despite the fact that he’s never thought of himself as a man with soft or domestic side. 

To distract himself, Ari digs out the Santa hat he bought at that rest stop and puts it on your head, pulling it down over your ears and giving you a satisfied little grin. Then he folds your body in half, pushing your bound legs up to your chest and off to the side so he can watch your face contort in pleasure while he sinks his cock into you.

The string of lights are digging into your skin a little painfully and you’re bent in an almost uncomfortable position, but you can’t help but enjoy it when Ari plunges into your cunt and sets a fast, merciless pace. 

You’d never expected a conversation about Christmas decorations to end up with you tied up in a string of lights, but then, nothing about your trucker was ever what you expected—and that was part of why you loved him so much. You couldn’t wait to spend that Christmas and many more with your trucker king, Ari Levinson.

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[jamneuromain]

Do you have any age gap (legal OBV) stories to recommend about Steve Rogers or other CE characters?

Hi nonnie<3 Thanks for asking! Hehehe you've come to the right person for this ask :3

Since I don't really know whether you are asking for an age gap fic where Steve is older than Reader, or Reader older than Steve, so I'm gonna recommend a little bit of both <3

Steve Rogers age gap fics (where Steve is older than Reader):

Attached by @anika-ann: I literally wouldn't recommend any other fic before this one. It's funny, smutty, and full-on fluffy. It's an AU about the story between student!Reader and substitute Professor!Rogers. It doesn't specify how many years are there between Reader and Steve, but it's implied multiple times in the story.

The White Queen by Echoinsanity: This is the most amazing fic I've read regarding a Hydra!Reader and Captain America!Steve. It's about 87k and the author is currently writing the second part to this series :3

A litte bit of something else:

A Royal Scandal by @donutloverxo and LizzyGal: A Royalty AU with modern King!Steve and Chief of Staff!Reader. I would say the authors didn't specify about an age gap but I think it's a pleasant read :3

Steve Rogers fics (where Reader is older than Steve):

This is where @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates comes in :3

Teach Me How to be Good: Tutor!Reader and Student!Steve. Tutor is 25, hired by Steve's father to give Steve （18） some tutoring ...

It's All about the...: Sugar mommy!Reader and Stripper!Steve. Reader's friend pulled reader into a stripper club where she met Steve, who was desperate for money (and of course, everything that happened after

CEVANS Character fics (Andy/Ari/... older than Reader)

@oh-my-damn:

Highways and Heatstrokes (Trucker!Ari x Hitchhiker!Reader)

Diplomatic Negotiations (Teacher!Ari x Student!Reader)

Sweet Heartache (DA!Andy x Intern!Reader)

@ronearoundblindly:

Bedrock and Blueprints (Ari x Reader, best friend to lovers trope)

@onsunnyside:

Flamingo King (Trailer Park!Ari x Reader)

And also shamelessly my own :3

You Had Me Before Hello (College AU, Ari x Student!Reader)

Dancing in the Daydream (Professor!Andy x Student!Reader)

That being said, there are also a lot of pretty amazing stories from the writers I've reblogged from (tagged #jnmreads) and you can check their masterlist/works!

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

2.5k Followers Creative Challenge and Exchange Masterlist

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Fixing A Problem - Mob Boss!Ari x Reader

By @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Summary: Ari and You were invited to an evening at Steve’s and Bucky’s estate. After an easy going evening, you and Ari are made aware of exactly why the invitation was extended.

Warnings: Oral Sex, mentions of drugs, alcohol, working women and assault. No heavy detail of the last two.

Island Paradise - Jake Jensen x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan​

Summary: Stuck on an island paradise pretending to date your best friend... what could possibly go wrong...

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Lil bit of Angst! Anti-Tech Mogul!

Secret Crush - Chris Evans x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: Reader drives to Chris, then a thunderstorm comes and the reader has to stay the night and share a bed with him.

Warnings: Fluff! Thunderstorms!

I’ll Love You More - Alpha!Trucker!Ari x Reader

By: @autumnrose40​

Summary: He slightly smiles and sighs softly, “Alright honey, thank you for trusting me, why don’t you get some sleep, it’s gonna be a few hours before I drop the load off, if you need anything, let me know, my name’s Ari.”

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics! Mild Angst! Size Kink! Pregnant Reader!

Locked In - Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: Your usual Friday night with Frank takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst!

Nomad’s Girl - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Mob life can be dangerous, but Steve shows you the lengths he'll go to to make you feel safe

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

[femmeanonymelives]

Electric Touch (feat. (feat. Francisco Morales) (Val's Version)

Frankie Morales x Valerie "Songbird" Harlow (Singer Songwriter!OC) (platonic)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Valerie "Songbird" Harlow (Singer Songwriter!OC) (mentioned in this chapter)

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Ari's Note: Finally, I finished this chapter. I took some liberties with the timeline. (In my head, the movie takes place in 2017 and this story takes place in 2019 or 2020ish.) Frankie in my head is in his late thirties, whereas Val is 31 in this story.

Deep breaths, in and out. 

In and out.

“What the fuck,” I think in my head as I pace inside the home studio inside my house back in Florida, a day after the show where I ran into Santiago. My mind is racing over the kiss that he gave me the night prior. I owned the house before I started dating Santiago. A small house near a beach. When we were dating, we balanced staying with each other at both of our homes. I come from an old-fashioned family who never believed in moving in together with someone before an engagement.

Frankie comes into my home, holding two cups of coffee, one for him and one for me. His hunter-green jacket is slightly stained due to wear. His slightly brownish-gray hair is messily curled. His “Standard Heating Oil” hat always seemed attached to his head. We have known each other since childhood. He is a few years older than me; he used to babysit me when he was 10, and I was 6. We were more like siblings than friends. His child refers to me as “auntie” more than anything else.

“Kid and momma are spending the day doing a mommy playdate. I am all yours. You okay?”

“I am fine… you are late, by the way.” I sip the lukewarm, bitter coffee slowly to fully enjoy it. 

“Being late for a demo session for a song that I am not even singing on.” Frankie takes a look at the home studio setup. A setup that I made when trying to get someone- anyone to recognize what I have is real. A random patterned rug that I found on clearance at West Elm. Faux-leather stools that were found at a yard sale when babysitting Frankie’s kid years prior. The only new thing is the technology given to me by the label. 

“The band recorded the instrumentals back in Seattle. The label wanted to see how I would sound doing an actual love song, which is this song. I told them this song is perfect if the male vocalist is a tenor and as a duet. That is why I sent you that text with the lyrics a few days ago. This session to record the vocals and send it to the producer and the label.”

“When you told me about this, I thought you were crazy for wanting me to sing again.”

“Said the man who loved choir in high school.” He rolls his eyes. He takes off his faded trucker hat and tries to straighten his hair. His darkish gray curls are messy like always.

“That was the choir in high school, Val.” He looks at me with concern, fully knowing what happened the night prior backstage. “What happened with you and Santiago last night?”

“It was nothing,” I look over at him as I start prepping the studio for two people recording there. He grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him.

“Val, he left mid-song. I tried to find him after your set for over an hour. I had to find him nursing a beer outside the venue. I know your guys’ breakup was hard on you, but it hit him the hardest.”

“Frankie, I love you like a brother. Can we not talk about this now? I don’t want to waste your time by talking about this instead of doing the recording.” I start vocal warmups before handing him his headphones, and we go into the booth together. We both are standing in front of a microphone for each of us. I place my laptop on a nearby table with the instrumental track and pull up the recording software. He holds the notebook with the lyrics in his hand. “I will lead you in when your part comes in. Recording in 3…2…1.”

The soft country rock instrumental leads me in as I start singing. Frankie smirks the songs as he recognizes the song beat as a signature of my musical composition style. 

“Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I've got my money on things going badly

Got a history of stories ending sadly

Still hoping that the fire won't burn me

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm”

Frankie’s soft tenor voice appears as I gesture him into the song. His voice is soft, yet rough. I could have been a while since he sang aloud, but he still sounded good.

“I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (whoa)

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleeping alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch

I was thinking just one time (just one time)

Maybe the stars align (just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

And you won't need space

Or string me along while you decide

And just one time (just one time)

Maybe the moment's right (the moment's right)

It's 8:05 and I see two headlights

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch (oh)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm”

Out of breath, I pushed the end of the recording. “Please tell me it hasn’t been a while since you sang aloud.” I take a long sip of water from my water bottle nearby.

“Three years.”

“Karaoke with Ben was the last time you sang,” I asked as I gave him a questioning look.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Santiago kissed you?” I gave him the look of “are we really talking about this right now again?” 

“How did you know?” Frankie gave me a concerning look since he knows the truth.

“Based on the details in the song, this song was about your first date because you told me how much you cared for him. Plus Santiago told me that he kissed after your set after you two talked after I picked him up from the bar…. Val, what the hell happened?”

“He and I kissed… He told me about the money… his share of the money.”

“And?”

“And that his share was for me…”

“He finally told you then…”

“Frankie, don’t dabble in his bullshit…” I am getting fed up with the same fucking lie that his share was for me.

“I am not… Val, he wanted that money for you��.” He sighs deeply as he takes a long sip of coffee. “I know it was shitty of me for not telling you, but I promised you I would have done the same thing.”

“I understand the guilt around Tom’s death but why did he have to do it like that?”

“He was going to buy you a ring so he could propose to you…”

“What?”

“He wanted to propose and do a big old fancy engagement for you. I am sorry that I didn’t tell you.” Frankie is concerned about what is next for me and Santiago.

I sigh as I step out of the makeshift studio so Frankie can record his audio. “I need to record your vocals, Frankie... I will start the music where your part comes in.” As the music plays, my phone buzzes. I pick it up. It is a text from Santiago.

Santiago: We need to talk. Alone.

[oh-my-damn]

17. An anxious compulsion you do everyday?

With Chris x Amelia or trucker Ari and sugar please? 🥺🫶

Hi hon!

I already did Chramelia here.

💅Bend and Snap💅

Trucker!ari and Sugar

17. An anxious compulsion you do everyday?

Ari: I'm not sure if I have a compulsion, per say, but I get very touchy and needy whenever I feel anxious.

Sugar, nodding: Yeah, he tries to get as close as possible and it helps calm him down.

Ari: Something about skin to skin contact just really helps me relax, and I'm lucky enough to Sugar with me everywhere, so usually she's able to help me out like that.

Sugar: It honestly helps me too, he's the best at calming me down when anxiety or stress hits me. But I also have a tendency to play with my hair a lot, especially if I feel nervous or anxious.

Ari chuckles: She doesn't even realize she's doing it. It's kinda cute, actually.

Thank you for joining my 2k celebration party!

[witchywithwhiskey]

thank you for the tag Aspen!! i always have SUCH a hard time with this because all my fics are my babies and idk how to pick favorites, but i'll try 😤

Trucker King - trucker ari levinson x female reader - ok this one wasn't hard to decide. it's easily the fic i'm proudest of and love the most. also, the only reason i didn't pick my whole trucker au is because that's a combination of many fics and feels a bit like cheating, but it's my favorite au hands down.

all the apple cider and no more haunted houses - enemies to lovers bucky barnes x female reader - this was the very first halloween fic i ever wrote! and honestly, i'm just so so so proud of it. i feel like it perfectly captures the vibes of early fall/early halloween season, and the sex scene is one of my favorites.

halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats - friends to lovers steve rogers x female reader - god, i just love writing filthy perv steve, and i liked the idea of these two idiots both thinking the other is too pure for their filthy desires, and then the moments when they realize they're actually on the same level 👌🏻 from a writing standpoint, i feel like i indulged in so many of my own personal fantasies and it was just really fun to write.

property of j.b.barnes - ex-stepdad bucky barnes x female reader - this is another one where i just loved writing it because i included so many of my favorite tropes in here, many of which i hadn't written before, like sugar daddy and 'just the tip' risky sex. i also wrote this at a time when i was also dealing with some potential housing issues and it was just very comforting to write a reader who had someone who'd protect her and take care of her, no strings attached.

the alpha next door - alpha neighbor steve rogers x omega female reader - my first omegaverse fic!! god, i'm just really proud of this one, both because i tried my hand at something new and because i love the way the dual pov turned out. it was just so fun to write.

i also need to include a couple honorable mentions: safe and sound with bucky barnes because, even at my ripe old age of 34, i'm still scared of thunderstorms and this is just such a comforting, self-indulgent fic and i love it so much; and the last first kiss with bucky barnes because the part where bucky breaks through reader's locked door because he couldn't fathom why she'd lock him out is still one of my favorite bits i've written.

no pressure tags (and sorry if you've already been tagged!!): @nickfowlerrr, @thezombieprostitute, @bigtreefest, @krirebr, @targaryenvampireslayer

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

thank you for the tag, @flightlessangelwings 🥰💖

A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

Safe Haven (Marc Spector x Reader)

Sugar (Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Night Moves (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) (and because it's a continuation of this fic: Good Neighbors Series)

Invisible String (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Honorable Mentions: Rich Girl (Driver!Jake/Rich Girl!Reader) & Softer (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

No Pressure Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @whatthefishh @melodygatesauthor @ivystoryweaver @hon3yboy @runa-falls @romanarose @soft-girl-musings @softlyspector

aaaaaaaaand anyone else who wants to do this ❤️❤️ (pls tag me, i wanna see if i've read your faves!!)

[arndylevinbarber]

I JUST HAVE TO SHARE THESE!!! Below are the full fics that I’ve read last month that I think might interest you! I’ve read almost all of them in one sitting😅

ALL RECOMMENDED FICS ARE 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✨Enjoy✨

🔥 Highways and Heatstrokes by @oh-my-damn​ 

Pairing: Trucker! Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker! Reader

THIS WAS SO SPICY. God I love Ari so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🔥 Wooden Facade by @pagesoflauren​ 

Pairing: Lumberjack! Ari Levinson x Reader

This one has a spinoff/sequel that’s in the works! It’s called House of Stone and it’s Professor! Andy Barber x Student! Reader and I’m so so so excited how it’ll continue😭🤍

🔥 The Highest Bidder by @pagesoflauren​ (Current read!!)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

I’m still not done with this but so far I just know my heart is about to burst from the mixture of slow burn, mutual pining and ANGST. 

[kthynes]

kthynes masterlist

as of Jan 19/22 - here's an exhaustive list of works and mindless writings that I've done.

Whatever is on this list belongs to me and I do not consent for my creative writing to be reproduced, copied, distributed or translated over any other platform without my permission.

I’m on wattpad under krthyn — that’s my only other affiliation.

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DISCLAIMER I've written a few 18+ nsfw one shots - these are labelled with the appropriate warnings so if you're a minor please for the love of god do not interact by reading those pieces. Come back and enjoy them after you turn 18 when you are free willed to read such content, alrighty?

I’ll also be checking likes/reblogs, along with my followers and blocking if I suspect there are minors reading and viewing my content. This includes blank blogs!

so pls enjoy what’s offered here - they are mostly short stories centered around a broad based female reader. I try not to associate the “reader” with any race based/physical attributions because that way, I can provide some inclusivity on my part.

I do not personally claim to know Chris Evans or any other celebrity and whatever I write is purely fictional. That is all.

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chris evans & co ;

one shots:

the caller you have reached

to you

rosebud - andy barber au / nsfw 18+ minors DNI

lumber and railed - ari levinson / nsfw 18+ minors DNI

a fuck stop - trucker!ransom drysdale / nsfw 18+ minors DNI

challenges

the lycanthropes — werewolf!ari levinson /#synth8kspookychallenge - nsfw 18+ minors DNI

prompts + drabbles

smutty prompts— nsfw 18+

PROMPT 87: professor!Ari - glutton for punishment

PROMPT 29: senator!Andy - candidate

PROMPT 165: andy barber au - 🌊

PROMPT 210: chris evans - no one

mini series —

agent so and so (agent!Andy Barber x ex-agent!fem reader) - series masterlist / pending

in another series (chris evans) - series masterlist

the mixologist 🍸 (Bartender!Nomad Steve Rogers x fem!reader) - series masterlist / ongoing

husband for hire (mafia!lloyd hansen x fem!reader) - series masterlist

sin & sorrow anthology (mob!steve rogers x ceo!fem reader) - masterlist

completed requests:

plaster disaster

shower me in your embrace — nsfw 18+ minors DNI

ring bearer

miss me, kiss me, don’t you dare diss me — jake jensen

this and more — paul diskant

people like us — nick vaughan

propositional fun — paul diskant

spoke to soon — frank adler

let it be known — implied smut - nsfw 18+

live on air, with love

oh so romantical?

if you really want it — nsfw 18+ minors DNI

the love we have

truth be told

i moustache you a question but i’ll shave it for later

meet cute

brazilian coffee

baby me

you give me premature ventricular contractions

in your arms

who's who?

ahuvati — ari levinson

jealousy and all

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Once again I have read a hell of a lot this month and I'm blaming that on you lot being far too talented that I can't help myself!

Make sure you check out all these fabs stories and give them some love! ✨🥰

The tags last time were a bit iffy so I've organised this one by author instead!

* = series or multi-part fic

✨ @sagechanoafterdark

Hold me closer (Bucky x reader)

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

Life on hold (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Out of love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

✨ @jobean12-blog

After the show (Bucky x reader (Rockstar!Bucky AU)

Tag! You’re it (Bucky x reader)

Attached (Bucky x reader)

The view at the zoo (Bucky x reader)

All shook up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Best man (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Silver and grey (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Winter Soldier)

Hands to myself (Chris Beck x Female Reader)

*Visible mark (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Don’t make a sound (Steve Rogers x female reader)

✨ @tuiccim

*The coupon book (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*The Geneva convention bed and breakfast (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo)

✨ @lex-the-flex

*War of hearts (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader)

White noise (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Milk and honey (Ikaris the Eternal x reader)

✨ @kalesrebellion

*Whispers of the past (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Pierced through and through (TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Cool you down, heat you up (Fireman!Bucky x Reader)

*Just one taste (Beefy Bucky x reader)

As long as I can breathe (Beefy!Bucky x Reader)

Trust me, honey (Mafia lawyer Andy x Reader)

✨ @honeysucklesteve

Stranded (dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader)

Sweet & salty (fuckboy!biker!bucky x reader)

Fade out (dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader)

Golden boy (roommate!steve x reader)

When world’s collide (roommate!bucky x reader x mickey Henry)

Menage a trois (fuckboy!bucky x reader x professor!Steve)

Innocence (priest!bucky x reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark Hub - The captain, the soldier and their good girl (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @babyboibucky

*The match (CEO!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @barnessupremacy

107 (Soft Bucky x female reader)

✨ @buckycuddlebuddy

Pour some sugar on me (rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader)

*Trilogy (fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Something old, something new (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader)

Bad habits (Lee Bodecker x F!Reader)

Rendezvous (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Play pretend (bucky x reader)

✨ @river-soul

The wedding date (Bucky x reader)

Peaches and cream (Bucky x Reader)

A tender heart (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader)

✨ @blackvelvetbarnes

Blackbird’s lullaby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @holacia2

My voice (Bucky Barnes x reader)

*Friends (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Already gone (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of Soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @msmarvelwrites

Eat it up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Good girl (Trucker! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Some assembly acquired (Steve Rogers x reader)

*Moment’s silence (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Birthday girl (Andy Barber x Female Reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Seed (Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

Underwater (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

You found me (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

✨ @belladonnabarnes

Puttin roots in my dreamland (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

Recording (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Yes, Mrs Barber (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @americasass81

Did you think I wouldn’t find you (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Indifference (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader)

Late nights (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader x Gray!Bucky Barnes)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Life after snowpiercer (Curtis Everett x You)

*Owned sinfully sweet (Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky)

✨ @autumnrose40

A little gift (Curtis Everett/Female Reader)

✨ @diorcevans

One night stand (andy barber x fem!reader)

✨ @infernal-fire

Love, at first sight (Ransom x you)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Caught (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Duress (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader; Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)

✨ @wanderinglunarnights

For real (Ari Levinson x you/female reader)

✨ @fineanddandy

Let’s be roomies / Baby girl (Ari Levinson x black!reader)

✨ @chrissquares

Together (Steve Rogers x f!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Accidents happen (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Habeas copulateus (Andy Barber x wife!(female)reader)

✨ @lokiscollar

All silver & gold (Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader)

[oh-my-damn]

Thank you for the tag hon @sarahdonald87

LMAO oh lord I have too many

Roadkill - trucker curtis x hitchhiker reader (for my trucker au)

Philosophy 101 - jock steve rogers x tutor reader

Next part of Sweet Heartache - DA!andy barber x intern reader

Enigma - brothersbestfriend!biker!ari x innocent!reader

Next part of Diplomatic Negotiations - teacher!ari levinson x student!reader

Daddy dearest - daddy!lloyd hansen x reader

Part two of A Brothers Promise - stepbrother!steve rogers x innocent!reader

And then of course the drafts for The Stranger lmao

It's far too many for my taste

No-pressure tags:

@navybrat817

@onsunnyside

@imyourbratzdoll

@georgiapeach30513

WIP Tag game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. I was tagged by @geralts-yenn and @deandoesthingstome via @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Just remember you asked for this. I'm cutting it off at what's been in my WIP folder for a year or less because yeah my WIP folder is fuller than Cousin Eddy's RV on Christmas Morning.

Blinded by the Fog- several chapters, many drabbles and a huge brainstorm document.

The Marshall Brothers

Three Bears

BFF!CE Character

Reader comforts JJ ask

JJ Cuck

Lloyd vs Sy

JJ & Roomate!Reader pining

SPN/Witcher

Stick Handling Chapter 8- Too many men on the ice

Dad's New Girlfriend

SPN Hide N Seek

Stick Handling Interlude

Camping

Bar hopping

Vampire!Ari, Witch!Reader, Pet!JJ

Reader, Dean and Sam get on a plane

Basement Ransom

Saving Jensen

Boyfriend's Dad Andy and virgin gf

Dry Humping JJ

Go It Alone

Oh Hell No!

New Walter Fic

Third Wheel Part 2

SHIT I dont know that I have 25 people to tag... here goes (alphabetized so i didn't double tag someone)

@adulting-sucks @buckyknits @cavills-kitten @darkdarkstucky @darsynia @freakwiththeknifecollection @hollybee8917 @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @jvanilly @jynxmirage @lilacevans @lipstickandtanqueray @mayloma @mistressmkay @nana1000night @ronearoundblindly @sarahdonald87 @shamrockqueen @spn730015 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction @viking-raider @ylva-stark @ysmmsy @zealoushound

[witchywithwhiskey]

a gift for the bar owner

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

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

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

word count: 7.9k

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

trucker king masterlist ● trucker au masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t deny it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“POUR YOUR BEER ON HER!”

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

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

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

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

Your trucker gave you a small nod of recognition that made happiness burst in your chest, and you turned back to Curtis with a happy bounce of your hips. You couldn’t help but notice the low groans that came as a result of the little movement and you smiled wider.

The wooden floor was sticky beneath your bare knees, but you paid it no mind. You suspected—and you’d turn out to be right—that you’d be dirtier and filthier than even the floor of Everett’s Roadhouse before the night was through. The excitement you felt made you bounce again, making your sweet little sundress flutter around your thighs.

Curtis’s eyes watched the hem of your dress hungrily, seemingly distracted by the movement until he shook himself and remembered what he was doing. Raising his beer, Curtis let the crowd cheer for a moment while you waited with anticipation. From your spot on the floor, Curtis looked even bigger and more intimidating, which made something low in your belly quiver with excitement, heat gathering between your thighs as your thoughts skated away.

A growled question from your trucker’s friend brought you back to the moment.

“Ya ready, bambi?” 

Your hands were laying lightly on your thighs, your knees spread on the floor. You were more than ready, and at Curtis’s question, you tossed your head back and pushed your tits out, giving him a challenging smirk as you purred, “Gimme what ya got, big man.”

A half feral grin spread across Curtis’s face, and then he was tipping his bottle toward you, cold beer splashing over your face mere seconds after you shut your eyes. The pungent liquid rolled down your cheeks and slid down your neck, soaking the front of your white dress. 

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin, the white cotton no doubt becoming see-through as it was soaked in beer. Your nipples puckered and hardened against the flimsy material, putting on a show for Curtis and the crowd of men around you.

The bar owner emptied the bottle over your face and the front of your body, the beer getting in your mouth and nose, rivulets streaming down over your tits and between your spread thighs. It dripped to the floor beneath you, creating a small puddle on the sticky wooden boards. 

All around you, men cheered loudly and lewdly, urging Curtis to degrade you as the filthy slut you were. You grinned at the attention, loving every second of it and knowing that the men were only allowed to witness what Curtis was doing because Ari allowed it. Because Ari had given you to his friend for his birthday, and this was what Curtis had decided to do with you.

When the beer stopped flowing, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking the alcohol from your vision as you stared up into Curtis’s darkened blue eyes. You knew you must look a mess. You’d worn makeup that wouldn’t hold up to such an onslaught, and you had no doubt that your black mascara was streaming down your cheeks and adding to the wreckage of your face. But the way Curtis looked at you made you think he liked it—a lot.

“Edgar, gimme another beer!” Curtis called, keeping his gaze locked on you, his blue eyes dipping down to take in the sight of your beer-stained dress. 

The slip of fabric was sticking to your skin and it had become see-through where it had gotten wet. But it wasn’t drenched yet, and you could tell from the glint in Curtis’s eye that he wouldn’t stop until it bared you entirely. Excitement fizzed through you, and you bounced your hips while you waited impatiently for Curtis’s command to be met.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the bartenders open a new bottle of beer and pass it into Curtis’s big, waiting hand. Neither you nor the bar owner took your eyes off each other, and it made the moment all the more intense. For all that you had an audience to your degradation, in that moment, you were there for Curtis, and only Curtis. You were his, if only temporarily, and he seemed to relish that knowledge just as much as you did.

“Ya thirsty, bambi?” he asked, some of the drunken slurring leeching out of his tone as he grinned lecherously down at you. His gaze broke away from you and he looked around at the men gathered close but not touching you, his eyes sparkling with depravity when he met yours again. “Ya want some more?’

Your heart was racing with excitement, the awareness of having so many men watching you thrumming deliciously beneath your skin; you couldn’t help the way your hips bounced with eagerness as you nodded quickly. “Yes, please,” you said sweetly, biting your lip to stop from grinning too wide up at your trucker’s friend.

Curtis’s eyes darkened with sinful intent and you felt yourself growing wet. But the dampness between your thighs had nothing to do with the beer Curtis had poured on you, and everything to do with the fact that you were so turned on by the way he was treating you. And all the while, you could feel your trucker’s eyes on you, a reminder that you were Ari’s and he’d given you to Curtis as a gift. 

“Stick your tongue out,” Curtis rumbled, a thread of steel in his voice that made you shiver. In that moment, he reminded you of the grumbling man you’d met when Ari first introduced you to his friends, and you realized you’d missed that side of him. “Show all my friends what a good little slut you are.”

If you could’ve followed the order and smiled at the same time, you would’ve. Instead, you had to settle for submitting to Curtis’s command, sticking your tongue out as far as possible and tipping your head back, letting him see down your throat.

It was an invitation for him to give you more, to give you all he had, and the entire bar knew it. The men surrounding you roared their approval while Curtis offered you a pleased little smirk. It was the nicest he’d ever looked and it nearly made you smile, but you held your position.

“That’s it, open wide, slut,” Curtis encouraged in a low, roughened voice, depraved delight sparking in his blue gaze as he degraded you on the floor of his bar.

The look in his eye and the tenor of his tone made you quiver. Your pussy throbbed more insistently with need the longer you stayed on your knees and submitted to the degradation the bar owner offered. But you channeled that desire into opening your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out a little bit further, catching the approving smirk that flickered at the corners of Curtis’s mouth.

The bar owner nodded at you, took a sip of his new beer, and then, with no other preamble, he tipped the brown bottle over your face, showering you in the bitter liquid. 

With your lips open and tongue out, plenty of the beer splashed into your mouth and you swallowed it down as best you could. Despite your best efforts, you choked and gagged a little, tears slipping from your eyes to join the rest of the mess on your face as you endured Curtis’s treatment.

The men in the crowd jeered as you struggled beneath the degrading pour of Curtis’s beer, but he shifted his hand, the cold liquid moving to pour down the front of your body. The stream seemed endless and you could feel the beer soaking into your dress until the entire front of the garment was drenched.

By the time the bottle was empty, you felt half drowned, gulping down air as the beer you’d swallowed sloshed around in your belly. Your head was a little dizzy, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the lack of air, but you swayed a little on your knees, glancing down to find that the entire front of your dress was see-through, your tits and puckered nipples on full display for everyone to see.

At the sight of yourself, your pussy throbbed, your inner walls clenching pathetically around nothing as desire blazed through your body. When you looked up at Curtis, you were certain he could see your arousal in every line of your expression, and he smirked, the expression sharp on his handsome face.

“Y’know, bambi, your dress is a little dirty,” Curtis rumbled, as if he hadn’t been the one to sully it in the first place. But you didn’t care about that, you only cared about the anticipation building in your body. You knew Curtis was leading somewhere and you couldn’t wait for him to get there. “I can’t let you walk around my bar like that, dripping beer everywhere.” 

It escaped no one that Curtis’s dive bar was plenty dirty already and a few drops of beer wouldn’t make it much worse, but a cheer rose from the crowd as they caught on to the fact that Curtis was planning something. You bounced slightly on your knees, pouting up at the bar owner and trying to look abashed, biting your lip against a grin. 

“What’re you gonna do about it, big man?” you asked sweetly. 

Curtis gave you a half-feral grin, the expression more snarl than anything else, and it was your only warning. 

Faster than you would’ve thought possible for the big, drunk man, Curtis stooped down and slipped his hands into the neck of your dress, his rough fingers grazing your soft flesh. You let out a quiet little moan that you were certain only Curtis could hear, making him pause for a brief second, his eyes fluttering closed. But then his hands were moving again, yanking on your dress.

In a split second, Curtis ripped your dress right down the center. You gasped loudly as your tits were bared to the crowd of men in the bar, the sound loud in the moment of stunned silence. Your breasts bounced free of their confines, your nipples hardening and revealing to the whole room how much you were enjoying Curtis’s rough treatment.

The cheer that broke out at your nakedness was so loud, it made your ears ring. It also drowned out the sound of rending fabric as Curtis tore the shredded garment from your body, flinging it into the crowd. His eyes were heavy as they trailed down your body, your skin prickling everywhere he looked—your nipples tightening into desperate peaks and your pussy weeping from where it was nestled between your parted thighs.

Curtis’s eyes flared at the sight of the tattoo just above your slit, a reminder of who you belonged to. But you hoped it also reminded Curtis of the first night you’d met him—the night Ari had given you to both Curtis and Lloyd to use how they wanted. Your pussy dripped at the memory, and it seemed Curtis was just as affected, the big man pausing for a moment before he shook himself. 

“That’s better,” Curtis muttered, his gaze lingering on your weeping pussy like he wanted to bury his bearded face against your soft cunt. Instead, he dragged his eyes back up your body, the blue of his irises darkened to the color of the midnight sky as he murmured for your ears only, “Look so fucking pretty, bambi.”

You smiled and ducked your head at the compliment, which meant more to you than the obscene catcalls and lewd cries from the crowd around you. It was a reminder of the friendship that you and Curtis shared. You may have met because he was one of your trucker’s oldest friends, but you hoped Curtis knew you thought of him as your friend too.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking up at the bar owner from under your lashes. “Are you enjoying your birthday?”

Something resembling a grin curved the edges of Curtis’s mouth, the expression nearly hidden in his beard. His eyes slid away and looked up, and you knew without having to check that he was looking at Ari again. Before you could discern what the glance meant, though, Curtis was chucking you under the chin and saying, “I am, thanks to you, bambi.” 

Your heart gave a happy little flutter, but before you could respond, Curtis was standing up and waving his arms to get the crowd to quiet down. “What d’ya think fellas, is Ari’s little cock slut dirty enough yet?” 

The beer that had already been poured on you was starting to dry into a sticky, tacky layer on your skin, but your pussy dripped at the thought of Curtis wanting to make you even filthier. And it seemed his friends liked the idea as well, because they cheered so loud, it felt like the floor was shaking beneath your knees. 

Edgar the bartender already had a beer open and waiting for Curtis when the big man turned to grab one. That time, the bar owner didn’t even need to command you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue—you did that all on your own. Curtis’s smirk was pleased and his blue eyes glimmered with fondness as he tipped the beer over your face, pouring the liquid down your throat and over your body to the cheers of all his friends.

For the better part of the next hour, Curtis took his time defiling you while you sat, naked and on your knees, in the center of his bar, enduring it willingly as the free use toy he’d been given for his birthday. A good amount of the alcohol that didn’t run down over your tits and splash over your pussy went down your throat, and it wasn’t long before your head began to swim. 

Still, your body felt heavy with desire, your nipples tight and desperate to be played with, your cunt pulsing and aching to be filled. It was only because Curtis seemed to be having so much fun, his friends urging him on to make you dirtier and filthier, that you didn’t break down and beg him to fuck you. 

But you couldn’t help the way your body was responding, your mouth falling slack at the teasing slide of liquid over your puckered nipples. If you arched your body just right, and spread your thighs wide enough, you could feel the trickle of beer over you clit, and it made a low moan slip from your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Curtis’s dark chuckle from above was your only warning. At that moment, he shoved the neck of his beer bottle into your mouth, pushing your lips wide and making you gag as your eyes flew open in surprise. 

“That needy little mouth is begging to be fucked, bambi,” the bar owner growled, quickly unzipping his fly and wedging the bottom of the beer between the zipper’s teeth so he could hold your head in both hands and fuck you with the glass bottle. “Take it, cock slut, fucking take it,” he grunted obscenely. 

All you could do was choke and struggle, the remainder of the beer sloshing down your throat and joining the rest in your belly. Your fingers fisted in the denim jeans encasing Curtis’s thick thighs, but you didn’t push him away. It felt good to finally have one of your holes used, even if you were being fucked by Curtis’s beer bottle instead of his cock like you’d wanted. 

Your jaw hurt by the time he pulled away, your lips swollen from being wrapped around the wide glass. Your body swayed unsteadily on your knees, arousal dripping down between your thighs and joining the mess of beer on the floor. The cheers of the crowd had faded into a constant rumble, and you smile dazedly when they urged Curtis on. 

Suddenly, a big bear paw of a hand was wrapping around your upper arm and you were being hauled to your feet. Blood rushed to your legs, your head swimming and lolling to the side as you tried to find your footing. But standing seemed impossible—and unimportant as arousal burned through you, making you whimper and whine desperately. You hoped someone would fuck you soon.

Curtis chuckled at your pathetic noises, the husky sound sending shivers down your spine as his lips grazed your ear. “You’re not too drunk to fuck, are ya, bambi?” he asked in a low, growly voice as he pressed his hips against you, his hard bulge digging into your belly. 

When you’d first walked into Everett’s Roadhouse that night and saw the state of the bar owner, you’d thought there was no way he’d be able to fuck you with how drunk he was. But the hour spent pouring so many bottles of beer over your body instead of drinking them had sobered Curtis up enough to get hard. He was stiff and twitching and pressing into you through his jeans and you wanted him to bury his cock in you.

Your dazed smile widened into a giddy grin and you tipped your head back, blinking your eyes a few times to get your vision to focus enough to see Curtis’s face. “It’s your birfday, big man,” you said, your voice more slurring than sultry, a hiccup interrupting you and making you pause. “I’m use to yours.” Your expression scrunched into a confused pout, knowing your words weren’t right, and tried again. “I’m yours to fuck.”

Curtis was laughing as he hauled you over to one of the pool tables off to the side of the bar, and tossed you down on the green felt. You lay limply on your back, staring up at your trucker’s tall friend while he glared at the guys who’d been playing a game on the table. Their grumbling quickly cut off and Curtis returned his attention to you. 

The crowd shifted to gather around the pool table while Curtis pulled out his cock, which was just as massive as the rest of him. The thick length lay against your mound, the girth covering much of the tattoo there, the tip nearly reaching your belly button. Your inner walls clenched in anticipation of taking Curtis inside you—you couldn’t wait.

“Gimme, gimme,” you mumbled, spreading your thighs wide and pushing your pussy up against the stiff, velvet-wrapped steel of Curtis’s cock. It twitched against your mound, precum dripping onto your belly and joining the mess on your skin. 

Curtis chuckled at your antics, rumbling, “Alright, bambi.” The bar owner grabbed your thighs, pushing you wide as he pulled his hips back, lining up the tip of his big cock with your entrance. Without any warning or preparation, Curtis barreled into your cunt, burying his big cock to the hilt with one thrust. 

Instantly, stinging pain and scorching pleasure cut white-hot through the core of you, overwhelming your mind and leaving your body to react however it wanted. Your head was thrown back, and your lips parted to let out a piercing scream that shattered through the noise of the dive bar.

“Fuck yeah, bambi, scream for me,” Curtis groaned, his big hands kneading your thighs, fingers digging into your plush softness hard enough to hurt. He pulled your body into his, managing to grind his cock even deeper into your pussy, wrenching another, surprised shriek from your lips.

You felt like you were being split in half, pain and pleasure ricocheting through your body fast enough to make you dizzy, your drunken mind unable to tell the difference between the two. All you knew was that it was so much, so overwhelming, and your hands reached out above your head, searching for something to cling to as your mind splintered and your body trembled from the sensation of being split open on Curtis’s cock.

Two warm hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pinning them to the rough felt of the pool table, leaving you powerless to Curtis’s massive cock. He was rocking his hips in tiny little thrusts, the tip of his length battering against your cervix and wringing helpless little whimpers from your lips as your hazy eyes searched above you for the man pinning you down—somehow knowing before your gaze collided with the familiar blue of your trucker’s eyes that it was Ari.

His face was hovering above you, upside down as he leaned over the table to catch your gaze. The edges of Ari’s features were blurred, but you would’ve recognized your trucker even if you were blackout drunk—even if you were so intoxicated you were more unconscious than not. 

Ari’s face was like a star, familiar and steady, and you smiled happily up at him, your heart warming when you noticed the pride in his gaze. 

“You’re doing well, baby,” Ari rumbled, his features sharp and his expression hard. But deep in the blue depths of his eyes, you could see the affection you knew he felt for you. “You’re being such a good fuck toy for daddy’s friend on his birthday.”

You giggled, squirming happily on the pool table, your face upturned to your trucker, your attention completely diverted from Curtis and his cock, even as he still fucked you. You were having fun with the bar owner, but nothing and no one would ever be able to come between you and Ari. You were his, always, and he knew it.

Ari leaned down, and you thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but you should’ve known better. Ari’s teeth nipped the soft lobe of your ear, making you moan, before he spoke words meant only for you.

“When Curtis is done, I’m gonna fuck your filthy little cunt, kiddo, so don’t pass out,” he rumbled, the twisted promise making your cunt clench around his friend’s cock. “Or do, it doesn’t matter to me.” Ari sank his teeth into the bone at the corner of your jaw, biting you hard enough to make you cry out. “I’m gonna use your holes whether you’re awake or not.”

A helpless moan slipped from your lips, your legs spreading wider instinctively at the thought of your trucker using your cunt to get off while you lay unconscious in his bed. You smiled adoringly up at Ari, blinking your eyes slowly. It took you a moment before your swimming vision could focus on Ari’s face, and when he saw he had your attention, he jerked his chin sharply at his friend, commanding you wordlessly to look back at Curtis.

You did, following your trucker’s order immediately, finding the massive bar owner watching you and Ari with a look on his face you couldn’t quite identify. The only way you could describe it was…openly gluttonous. Curtis looked like he wasn’t merely jealous of what you and Ari had, he looked like he would’ve stolen you away from his friend if there was any chance in the universe you’d look at him the same way.

But there wasn’t, and Curtis’s expression shifted as he resigned himself for having the piece of you that Ari had given him for his birthday. It would have to be enough, because even though his cock was inside you, you were still Ari’s and Ari’s alone. 

Curtis grabbed a beer off the edge of the pool table and chugged half of it. As he set it back down, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and leaned over you, his big hands grabbing your thighs again, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. 

The pain only made your arousal flare hotter and you smiled up at your trucker’s friend, murmuring, “Happy birthday, big man.”

“Thank you, bambi,” he muttered, low enough that you knew it was just for you. Then a smirk spread across Curtis’s face, his eyes lighting with filthy desire. “Now, scream if my dick’s too big for your tight little cunt, ya filthy slut.”

With that, Curtis pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your grasping channel, then he slammed inside you. Even with your body having adjusted to the sheer size of him, his hard, brutal thrust pulled a scream from your throat, your back arching up off the table and your wrists pulling against Ari’s hold. 

Curtis laughed loudly as the crowd cheered, the big bar owner setting a ferocious pace as he fucked you hard enough that you knew you were going to be sore for days. But you loved it. You loved the pain and the pleasure and the roaring of the crowd as Curtis fucked you in front of all his friends. 

You loved the way Ari’s hands held your arms pinned above your head, how it bared your tits to Curtis, who bent over your body to finally suck on your aching nipples. You loved the way Curtis’s beard rasped against your skin, making you shiver as your pussy clenched hard around his thick cock.

Your mind floated deliriously through the waves of pleasure and pain crashing over your body. You felt drunk on cock and alcohol, not knowing how much time passed as Curtis fucked you, but it seemed to go on forever. Your body was wound so tight for so long, you reached a point where you didn’t know if you were even going to come, or if you were simply going to hover on the edge for the rest of eternity.

“Look at me, bambi,” Curtis growled, dragging your attention back to his handsome face. 

It was only then that you realized you’d been staring up unseeingly at the ceiling of the bar, the golden and neon lights swimming through your vision as you lay limply beneath your trucker’s friend. 

Curtis’s blue eyes were dark and his mouth was twisted into a desirous snarl, his beard making him look like a feral beast as he pounded into you. 

“You’re gonna come on my cock, d’you hear me?” 

Words escaped you, your tongue simply lolling out over your bottom lip when you opened your mouth to respond. All you could manage was a frantic whine as you bobbed your head in a nod. 

“Good slut,” Curtis grunted, one of his hands falling to your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit between your slippery folds. “Come on my cock, bambi, c’mon, come on my big dick like a good little cock slut.” The rough pad of his thumb rubbed your slick, puffy clit unrelentingly, and suddenly, you were tipping over the edge.

Your mouth fell open wider and your spine arched up off the pool table as you screamed, your release crashing over you, wave after wave of pleasure hurtling you closer and closer to a darkness that wanted to claim you. But you clung to consciousness, your scream turning into a high, keening whine that could’ve been a sign of pain or pleasure. 

Your release seemed to spur on Curtis and he rutted into you, fucking your clenching pussy as he watched pleasure contort your face and body. Then, with a final grunt, Curtis pulled himself free from your body. He jerked his cock in a big fist until he spilled all over your belly, making sure none of his come fell anywhere near your pussy or the tattoo there.

Curtis’s chest heaved, his eyes distant and dazed with pleasure as he wrung every last drop of come from his cock, and you watched him with the satisfied smile of a job well done. 

When the last rope of his come had splattered, warm and sticky, against your belly, Curtis finally sucked in a deep breath and grabbed the beer handed to him from the crowd. He took a deep swig while he tucked his cock away with the other hand. 

“Thanks, Levinson,” Curtis rasped, tipping his bottle to your trucker, who just nodded. Ari’s hands were idly massaging your wrists and you melted onto the rough felt of the pool table, knowing your trucker would take care of you. Curtis turned his blue eyes on you, and he tipped his bottle to you as well. “Always a pleasure, bambi,” he said, a genuine look of appreciation on his face. 

You were about to respond, but then Curtis turned his beer over and he used the alcohol to wash his come from your skin. You squealed loudly when the cold liquid rushed over your heated skin, instinctively bringing up your legs to curl into yourself, making the crowd laugh and jeer. 

When the beer was empty and his spend was cleaned from your skin, Curtis stumbled away into the crowd, the big man being swallowed up by the well-wishers and revelers congratulating him on fucking you good. Since you knew Curtis was done with you, you looked up at Ari, twisting your hands to wrap your fingers around his arms.

“Can we go now, daddy?” you asked softly.

Ari nodded and gathered you up from the pool table, setting you down on the edge while he pulled off the flannel shirt he’d worn over a white t-shirt. He tugged it over your head and helped you get your trembling arms in the sleeves, then ducked down to brush a kiss to your lips. The events of the night were catching up to you, and you were drunk and exhausted, but you sighed into your trucker’s mouth.

“You did good tonight, baby,” Ari murmured against your lips, and your heart felt like it was suffused in the warmest sunlight. Ari’s praise made you feel lighter than air, even as he pulled away.

You smiled up at your trucker as he straightened, staring at Ari like he was your whole world, which he was. His eyes were the softest you’d ever seen them as he stared right back at you, the tiniest smile curling the corners of his mouth. 

Just then, Lloyd materialized out of the crowd and Ari finally looked away from you to exchange a loaded glance with his other oldest friend. Lloyd seemed to be much more sober than Curtis, and he helped your trucker lead you to the bathroom, where Ari cleaned you up a little and let you relieve yourself after all that you’d had to drink that night. 

Then, Lloyd cleared a path through the drunken crowd while you and Ari followed. Between the two men, no one dared to try to touch you, and you sank into Ari’s side, feeling safe with your trucker as you looped your arms loosely around his waist. He smelled familiar and wonderful and you didn’t even try to hold yourself back from burying your face in his chest even as you kept on walking.

Lloyd pushed open the door of Everett’s Roadhouse and you sighed happily when the cool night air brushed against your heated, still slightly sticky cheeks. Gravel crunched beneath the soles of your sandals, and you blinked your eyes in the darkness until they focused enough to see Ari’s big, black truck looming in packed parking lot surrounded by other long-haul rigs.

“Drysdale’s gonna have a lot of business tonight after that show your girl put on,” Lloyd commented, casting his gaze across the expanse between Everett’s Roadhouse and Diesel Dolls, the strip club on the other side of the parking lot. Lloyd snorted and adjusted the front of his pants, and it was only then that you noticed the sizable bulge there. “Including me,” he muttered.

Your hazy thoughts strayed to the strip club, and you couldn’t help but imagine Lloyd getting a lap dance from a beautiful stripper. The tattoo artist sitting back on a plush couch while a gorgeous woman gyrated on his lap, his fingers twitching to grab her and touch her and defile her the way you knew Lloyd liked.

You didn’t even think to picture yourself as the stripper. Instead, in this little fantasy, you were sitting on Ari’s lap, your trucker’s cock buried in your cunt. Maybe he’d even let you get your own lap dance from Lloyd’s stripper, your body pressed between Ari’s and the other woman…

Your body lurched forward and if it wasn’t for Ari’s firm grip on your waist, you would’ve gone sprawling across the parking lot. For the rest of the walk to Ari’s rig, you tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not let your mind wander so you wouldn’t end up feeling more sore than you already were. 

When the three of you came to a stop beside the driver’s side door of Ari’s truck, Lloyd let his eyes slide to you before moving quickly to your trucker. 

“I hope you had a similar gift in mind for my birthday, Levinson,” Lloyd said with his usual oily charm, his mouth curling into a smirk beneath his well-groomed mustache. 

“We’ll see,” Ari rumbled, but his tone was good-natured. You couldn’t help the way your body clenched at the salacious, and somewhat victorious smile Lloyd shot your way.

But the events of the night were weighing heavily on your shoulders, exhaustion creeping into your bones, and you didn’t have the brainpower to wonder what Lloyd might do with you if you were gifted to him on his birthday. Even if you knew you’d have just as much fun with Ari’s other friend as you’d had with Curtis.

“Daddy,” you whined softly, burying your face against Ari’s beefy chest. His hand squeezed your hip possessively and he said his goodbyes to Lloyd, then helped you into the truck, making sure he was the only one who could see the way your pussy flashed as you climbed into the cab.

Ari followed you up and locked the door behind him while you crawled into the cot in the back, laying down on top of his soft blankets despite the sticky residue still clinging to most of your body. Ari pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his pants, then joined you in the narrow bed. 

Your body melted at the familiar comfort of his weight behind you, and you began to relax as sleep tugged at the edges of your awareness. But when Ari’s cock pressed hot and hard against your bare ass, you remembered his promise from inside the bar, how he said he was going to fuck you whether you were awake or not. You moaned softly while he bunched up the flannel shirt you still wore around your waist. 

Your face was already pressing into the soft pillow on Ari’s bed, your eyes closed, but you arched your back and pushed your ass against Ari’s hard length, inviting him to slide inside your slick cunt. You were sore from Curtis’s fucking, but wet again for your trucker. You were always wet for him, your body craving the feeling of his cock filling you up in the perfect way that only he could. 

“Ya gonna stay awake for me while I use your messy cunt, cock whore?” Ari rumbled into the back of your neck. The flat of his tongue swiped up the column of your throat, wringing a soft whine from you as he licked the beer from your skin. It felt so good, sending shivers down your spine and raising goosebumps all over your body. “Or did my friend wear you out?”

All you could manage was an unintelligible mumble, the sound muffled by the pillow crushed beneath your face, as sleep pushed more insistently into the border of your wakefulness. Ari’s deep chuckle rumbled against your spine, making you even wetter for your filthy, perfect trucker.

“Go to sleep, kiddo,” Ari murmured in your ear, his hand sliding over your hip to press against your lower belly, his fingertips grazing the tattoo that was branded into the skin of your mound, just above your pussy. His touch moved your body slightly, arching you enough for the head of his cock to find the slit of your cunt. “Let daddy use your tight little hole while you get some rest.” 

Ari slid inside your pussy slowly, pressing the air from your lungs as he took his time impaling you on his cock. Your aching inner walls clenched around him desperately, pain and pleasure flaring to life and zinging through your exhausted limbs. A rough, greedy grunt rumbled in Ari’s chest, the sound softening into a warm, satisfied groan once he was fully seated inside you.

It hurt a little to be stretched out around Ari’s cock so soon after taking Curtis’s pounding, but when your trucker wrapped his arms around you, holding you cocooned in the cage of his broad chest while he rocked his hips almost gently against your ass, you felt yourself melting into him. Ari’s lips and tongue worked against your neck, licking sticky beer from your skin, his beard deliciously familiar while he set an almost soothing pace as he fucked you.

Despite the soreness between your thighs, and the tiny zings of pleasure thrumming through your body from Ari’s cock rocking into you, your exhaustion was too great and it wasn’t long before you were slipping into the warm comfort of sleep. That night in Ari’s truck, you fell asleep with a blissed out, cock drunk smile on your face, happy as could be to be in your trucker’s arms.

You may have spent much of the night as a gift for the bar owner your trucker called a friend, and you were glad you could be part of making Curtis’s birthday special, but you would always belong to Ari. And you would always end your nights in his arms, because that was where you wanted to be and where you belonged—with your trucker, Ari Levinson.

trucker king masterlist ● trucker au masterlist

[dc418writes]

@berberriescorner thanks for tagging me☺️✨!! I have quite the arsenal of incomplete works/WIPs (I know I need to do better🥲 lol) so I’ll pick my most recent ones

~Under Pressure (Hayden “Harvard Hottie” x Black Reader)

“Yes it will, it always does! Especially with people like him.”

~Plus One (trucker!Ari Levinson x Black Reader)

“Ari, where are we going? We’re gonna be late meeting the rabbi,” you state being led by your suddenly secretive fiancé with his large hands covering your eyes.

~Operation: Rekindle (mechanic!Ari Levinson x Black Reader)

“Ari it’s fine,” you brush off hoping he wouldn’t break through your carefree facade. “It’s uh getting late though, so I should probably go.”

And I can’t remember everyone I follow that writes so for now I’ll tag: @honeydulcewrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @lady-olive-oil @nsfwsebbie @plussizeappreciationfics @onsunnyside @time-for-a-lullaby

This is definitely open to anyone who might see though! So don’t be afraid if you’d like to add your own💕!

WIP game

Thanks for tagging me @sheabuttahwrites 💕.

rules: share the last line of your latest wip and tag as many people as there are words.

I'm currently working on two different wip's, so I'll include the last line for them both.

WIP Title (Rio x Black Reader): "Are You Listening?"

last line:

“Keep running that smart ass mouth, I’m gon’ fill it up.”

WIP Title (Chris Evans x Black Plus Sized Reader):

"Clear A Bitch"

last line:

(readers complete thought)

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Are the last lines giving or nah 👀?! I would love feedback💓. Still have a few titles left for snippets with the previous wip game listed here.

tagging: @lemmewritesomeish @afriendlyblackhottie​ @breanime @drabbles-mc @brattyfics @nightlywords7 @honeydulcewrites @crimsonheart01 @dc418writes @superhoeva and anyone else who would like to participate🥰.

[witchywithwhiskey]

🌝 booping trucker!ari while cockwarming

Chi, you wonderful menace, you have no idea what you've done to me!! this was going to be a short little scene and then it turned into THIS i'm sorry

bored on the road

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: you're bored on the road and it gets you into trouble.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, cock warming, object insertion, sadism/masochism, slight bratting/brat taming, choking, breathplay, painplay, face slapping, come play/come eating, exhibitionism, dirty talk, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, brief objectification, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), possessive sex, tiny bit of aftercare, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, a mean hot man

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i know we're like almost a week past the tumblr boop fest but work was rough this week so apologies that this is a little late!!! also uh, this got way filthier than i was expecting so please enjoy i guess?? 😅

trucker king masterlist

Your head lay on Ari’s shoulder, the warm afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window of his truck and landing on your face, making you sleepy. But, though you were comfortable with your legs straddling Ari’s lap and your chest pressed so close to his that you could feel his heart beating against your sternum, sleep didn’t come.

You sat on your trucker’s lap, your bodies joined in the most intimate way while he navigated his rig through the frustratingly dull traffic on a dusty highway somewhere in the midwest. Both of you were quiet—Ari because he shut down all your attempts at conversation and you because you’d grown tired of trying to get him to talk. 

Though he wouldn’t talk, Ari wanted you on his lap, your tight, soft hole keeping him warm while he drove. You’d acquiesced as always, happy to follow his command, to be useful and connected to your trucker.

Still, you were bored. 

You’d turned your head to look out the window, but with traffic creeping along so slowly and nothing but the endless, barren desert stretching out beyond the road, there wasn’t much to look at. You could feel a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin, urging you to move, to do something, even as you tried to push it down. 

Ari had made it clear he didn’t want to talk, and you knew well enough he wanted you to be a quiet, well-behaved little cockwarmer. You wanted to be that for him, you wanted to be content with cockwarming him like you so often were, but that restlessness clawed through your body until you finally succumbed to its siren’s song.

Sitting up straight, you wiggled your hips, watching your trucker’s face for a reaction as his cock shifted deep in your cunt. Though you knew it felt good for him, Ari merely grunted at the sensation, flicking a warning glare at you. Pouting, you squeezed him with your inner walls, clenching down hard enough to wring a huffed sound of exasperation out of him.

“Sit still,” he scolded in a low, rumbling growl, his words barely discernible in his gruff grumble. One of his hands shifted from the steering wheel to your lower back, pressing you down on his cock so the tip of him ground against a spot inside you that made your lashes flutter with pleasure.

Instead of settling you, his words and his hand on your back only made the frustrating restlessness worse. So you stared at your trucker in quiet contemplation for a moment. 

Ari’s handsome face was hardened into a severe expression as he stared out at the unrelenting traffic clogging the interstate. His blue eyes were dulled with boredom and frustration of his own, the edges of his mouth pulled down in a frown framed perfectly but his dark beard. His brown hair hung down on either side of his face, calling attention to his handsomeness—and his unhappiness. 

An idea came to you suddenly. A terrible idea. A wonderfully terrible idea. 

Before you could think better of it, you booped Ari on the nose. 

“Boop,” you chirped, pulling your finger away quickly. You knew the probability of retaliation from your trucker was high, though you weren’t certain what form it would take. 

However, instead of growling or yelling at you to get back to being a quiet little cockwarmer, Ari simply cut his eyes to yours briefly. He raised an eyebrow, managing to look condescending even as he asked a silent question. He didn’t wait for a response, though, before he looked away from you and back out at the dusty road.

You huffed a little annoyed sigh at being essentially ignored by your trucker, your lips pursing in an even deeper pout. Though it was clear Ari didn’t like being booped, you refused to be deterred. 

Tapping Ari’s nose again with your finger, you trilled, “Boop!” even louder than before.

Still, your trucker gave you nothing in the way of a compelling response. You should’ve seen the trap for what it was, but then, you were the one who got into Ari’s rig in the first place. 

Determined to get a reaction out of your trucker, you pressed your finger to the tip of Ari’s nose like you were holding down a button and droned, “Booooop!”

Quicker than you would’ve thought possible, Ari tipped his head back and caught your finger between his teeth. He nipped at your skin hard enough to scold, but not break skin. It was so sudden, it shocked you. 

“Ah!” you squealed at the sting of his teeth, the surprised sound dissolving into a giggle. You tried to pull your finger free, but Ari bit down a little harder. 

His eyes cut to yours, a mirthful reprimand in his sparkling blue eyes. They practically shone in the warm afternoon light filtering into the truck cab. 

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming your hips, the slight pain of his teeth digging into your skin going straight to your core. A soft moan slipped from your lips when you felt your trucker’s hard length twitch within your cunt, making you grind down on him as subtly as you could, trying to eke out the delicious friction of his cock rubbing inside of you. “I’m sorry for booping you,” you mumbled, pouting at your trucker. “I’m just bored.”

With one last nip to the pad of your finger, Ari let you go. However, he clearly wasn’t done with you because a moment later, his hand circled the front of your throat and he held you still, pinning you with his ruthless gaze. 

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine and you tried desperately not to show how much you enjoyed finally having your trucker’s attention. 

“Aw baby, why didn’t you tell me you were bored,” Ari cooed in a mockingly sweet tone. It was the one he used just before he got really mean. Your heart beat faster with excitement.

His fingertips digging into your neck were a second warning, Ari’s hand squeezing your throat so tight, an involuntary whimper slipped past your lips. Instead of fear, though, there was only heady arousal dripping through your body, pooling in your core and leaking out around Ari’s stiff cock. 

“Since warming daddy’s cock is so boring,” Ari began, his voice lowering into a deep, seething growl as he squeezed your throat even tighter, choking off your air supply. “Let’s see how you like it when daddy makes you ride something else, huh, fucktoy?” 

You barely had time to grin at the malicious glimmer in Ari’s eye before he was forcing you off his lap and down onto the floor between the driver’s and passenger seats. The sting of pain in your knees as they collided with the hard floor scarcely registered when you were too curious about what your trucker had planned for you. 

Ari shifted his grip to your chin and pushed your face against the gearshift sitting in front of you, the thick, leather-wrapped knob at eye-level from where you knelt. 

The realization of what Ari expected you to do struck you like a freight train, stealing the breath from your lungs as your eyes widened. Even as your mind went blank with surprise, something dark and filthy deep inside your body twitched with interest, coming alive at the thought of sinking your pussy down on the gearshift of Ari’s truck.

“Lick daddy’s gearshift, sweetheart,” Ari ordered, mocking condescension dripping from his tone. Then your heart nearly stopped when he confirmed he wanted you to do exactly what you’d suspected. “You’re gonna wanna make it nice and slick if you don’t want it to hurt when you fuck yourself on it.”

Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you let Ari’s words wash over you, your pussy throbbing with desire and your lips dropping open in a silent moan. However, your trucker wasn’t an especially patient man, so he pushed your mouth against the gearshift, urging you to follow his command. 

You knew well enough to follow any order Ari gave you, so you wrapped your hands around the shaft of the gearshift and pulled yourself closer. Pressing your lips to the leather and plastic of the shifter, you kissed all over it, making sure to leave plenty of drool behind. 

“That’s it, cock slut,” Ari rumbled, his tone pleased. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was flicking his gaze between you and the road, depraved delight sparkling in his eyes. “Show daddy’s gear stick some love.” His big hand settled heavily on the crown of your head, pushing your lips harder against the leather handle.

You redoubled your efforts, licking and kissing the gearshift until your lips and chin were covered in your own saliva. It was sloppy and messy, but you could tell from Ari’s warm chuckle that he enjoyed the sight of you making out with his truck’s shifter.

“You’re drooling all over that knob like you wish it was your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari teased, a wickedness in his tone that made your pussy throb and clench desperately around nothing. A soft whine caught in the back of your throat, but Ari heard the pathetic sound, laughing harder at you. “Is that it, gross girl?” he asked mockingly. “Ya wanna make daddy’s gearshift your new boyfriend?” 

Using his grip on your head, he made you nod, rubbing your mouth lewdly against the slick leather knob. You whimpered, clutching the long shaft of the lever so you weren’t tempted to shove you hand between your thighs and impale yourself on your fingers. You were dripping down your thighs and you wanted something to shove deep in your aching, throbbing pussy.

“Well get him nice and wet, baby,” Ari said, the laughter in his tone stealing some of the edge from his command. “Cause he’s going in that tight cunt of yours—we’re gonna see how much we can stretch and ruin that needy little hole of yours.”  

Ari’s hand left the back of your head, giving you room to lick and kiss and drool over the gearshift to your heart’s content. Distantly, you felt the drift of the truck as it slowly merged into another lane, but you were too preoccupied with your task to care much about the traffic Ari was navigating. 

When your trucker was satisfied with your work, he grabbed the back of your neck and yanked you away from the gearshift. A protesting whine fell from your lips, which made Ari laugh loudly, the sound cold and mean as it filled the truck and made you hotter with desire. 

“Time to fuck your new boyfriend, sweetheart,” Ari mocked, looking pointedly at the slick gearshift then back at you. “Let’s see if you’re still bored when you’re stretching your tight cunt on daddy’s gear stick.” His eyes danced with wicked mirth as he stared down at you from the driver’s seat, squeezing your neck when you didn’t immediately move to follow his command.

On trembling legs, you stood, bending at the waist to fit within the confines of the truck cab and turned around. If your bare ass was on display for any cars or trucks around Ari’s rig, neither of you cared. Thankfully, the oversized t-shirt your wore covered most of you.

As quickly as you could manage, you positioned yourself above the flat top of the gearshift and reached between your thighs to hold the shaft steady. You lowered yourself down onto the knob, the slick leather pushing against your dripping pussy. 

However, though you were soaking wet with arousal and the gearshift was covered in your drool, the broad leather handle met resistence from your cunt, which refused to give and allow the thick object inside your small hole. No matter how you shifted or pushed down on the gearshift, it wouldn’t sink into your sopping pussy. A whine worked its way up your throat, leaking from your lips and filling the truck cab with your frustration.

“It’s too big, daddy,” you whimpered as you struggled, your thighs beginning to shake from the awkward way you hovered above the gearshift.

“Aw, baby,” Ari cooed before his voice turned cold and mean, “Do you think I fucking care?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides until your eyes flicked to his. His blue gaze danced in the afternoon sunlight with depraved intent. “I was perfectly content with you sitting in my lap, your cunt keeping my cock warm,” he growled, sounding furious as his gaze flicked between you and the road. “But you were bored—so you’re gonna fuck daddy’s gear stick or I’m gonna find something bigger to shove in that needy cunt of yours.” 

Ari’s ruthless words had your pussy throbbing in response, more arousal dripping from your slit and onto the knob between your thighs. It was all you could do to whimper with desperation and rock against the leather shifter, your cunt aching to be filled. 

The gearshift rubbed between your folds, teasing your little hole with its broadness. With renewed determination, you pushed down on the lever, pressing against it until your pussy’s resistence gave way and you finally—finally—felt the thick knob slip past the tight rim of your cunt’s entrance.

A loud, pornographic groan fell from your lips as your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Ari’s gearshift sinking into your pussy. There was the burning sting of the thick, unyielding lever inside your stretched cunt, but the sensation softened into waves of pleasure that threatened to carry you away to a sea of ecstasy. 

You craved more of that deliciously aching pleasure, so you pushed down on the gearshift, taking the leather knob deep inside your cunt. It felt like your pussy was greedy for more with how easy it was to lower yourself further on the shifter, until the top hit the end of you and you couldn’t take any more.

For a long moment, you hung suspended in the feeling of the fullness in your cunt, the leather knob so deep inside you, you were convinced that if you pressed down on your lower tummy, you’d be able to feel it. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open in pleasure-drunk bliss as you reveled in the sensation of having the strange object inside you. 

However, your trucker clearly wasn’t happy that you’d forgotten you were putting on a depraved show for him, and he dragged your attention back to him in the meanest way possible.

Ari slapped you across the face, the cracking sound reaching your ears before you registered the sting. When the pain hit you, your pussy clenched tight around the gearshift inside you, and you moaned, blinking dazed eyes until your trucker came into focus. His blue gaze was dancing with amusement and cruel delight. 

“Look at me while you ride your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari sneered meanly, his hand returning to your throat. He squeezed your neck lightly, a warning not to look away from him again. “Go on and degrade yourself for me, baby,” he rumbled, a grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. “Fuck yourself on my rig’s gear stick—show daddy what a disgusting little slut ya are.”

You stared into Ari’s eyes and moaned, your mouth parting and your gaze going heavy-lidded with pleasure at the depravity of his words. Your reaction only made Ari’s grin deepen, his eyes shimmering in the golden afternoon light filtering into the truck cab. 

He kept looking back at the road, one hand on the wheel to steer the truck, the other around your neck. His attention was split because it had to be, but you had the compulsion to put on a show for him that was so distracting, he’d have trouble remembering to look away from you.

With that thought crystalizing in your mind, you lifted yourself up on the gearshift until only the top was lodged in your pussy, the knob stretching your tight hole to its limit, before sliding back down on the shaft. The lever was so stiff and unrelenting inside your body, the object so foreign, that a wicked shiver raced down your spine.

Your body knew it was taking something unnatural, something that was never meant to be shoved inside your slick hole. But you were riding it anyway, your pussy taking Ari’s gearshift like it was a cock and it turned you on more. Eagerly, you fucked Ari’s truck like it was him, bouncing on it happily, the knowledge that you were using something as perverse as a gearshift to get yourself off only making you gush even more with arousal. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered on a moan, staring into Ari’s handsome face while you rode his gear stick. Pleasure and pain twisted your expression, your thighs trembling violently from holding you up, even as you kept fucking yourself on the leather knob.

“Ya still bored, cock whore?” Ari taunted, his hand around your throat pulling your upper body closer to him. Your nose brushed against the coarse hair of his beard and you moaned when you inhaled the familiar musky scent of your trucker. 

The new position allowed you to brace your hands on Ari’s chest, and you nearly sobbed in relief as it took some of your weight off your shaking legs. The reprieve was so overwhelming, it took you a moment to gather your wits and answer Ari’s question.  

“No, daddy, ‘m not bored at all,” you purred, using the new angle of your body to bounce your hips on the gearshift. The wet schlick sounds of your cunt fucking the knob filled the truck cab, and you let loose a low moan, the sound nearly muffled in Ari’s beard. 

“Good girl,” he rasped, his hand squeezing your throat and moving you so he could see the pleasure dancing across your features. His gaze trailed down your body to where your ass was bouncing on his gear stick, his throat bobbing in front of your eyes as he swallowed thickly. “Good fucking girl.” 

The look in his eye was nearly entranced and you couldn’t help but smirk a little to yourself. It had been a few seconds since he’d glanced at the road, and though you knew you were playing a dangerous game, you didn’t really think you’d cause Ari to crash his truck. 

Probably.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whimpered, pouting your lips at your trucker and dragging his attention away from your ass. His darkening eyes fell to your lips, exactly like you wanted. “It’s so big inside me, my little pussy’s so full, daddy.” You batted your lashes at Ari, pleased to see his pupils dilate even more, until only a thin ring of blue remained. 

“Christ, baby, you’re making me jealous of my fucking rig,” Ari groaned like he was in pain. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck while the hand that had been on the steering wheel moved to his cock. Your trucker used his knee to steer while he stroked himself in his fist. “Ya like your new boyfriend better than me?” Ari asked, something dangerous in his tone. 

You almost giggled at the idea that you could like his truck’s gearshift better than his cock, but you bit the sound back knowing he was asking a serious question. Holding Ari’s gaze, you shook your head solemnly.

“No,” you said honestly. “Nothing’s better than your fat cock, daddy.” You trailed your fingers down Ari’s chest before wrapping them around the tip of his cock, both of you using your hands to stroke his hard length. “You fill me up so good, daddy, I love feeling you pump me full of your come.” You pressed a sweet kiss to his bearded cheek, the gesture so at odds with the filthiness of what you were both doing that it made it hotter.

“Fuck,” Ari ground out through clenched teeth. Then, something in him seemed to snap right before your eyes.

Suddenly, Ari’s hand was gone from around his cock. He gripped the wheel and swerved the truck to the side to pull onto the shoulder of the highway. The truck went half off the road, the bumpiness making you ride Ari’s gearshift harder, wringing a depraved moan from you that made his eyes flare with more wildness.

A thick cloud of dust swirled around the cab, but neither of you gave any thought to the fact that it would shield what you were about to do from everyone else on the road.

“In the back, baby,” your trucker growled, throwing on his hazards and reaching for his gearshift to put the rig in park.

For a second, Ari seemed stumped about what to do. Since the shifter was still buried in your pussy, he couldn’t grab it like he normally would. Instead, he opted to grab your hips in both hands and use your body to shift the truck into park. 

A delicious shiver at the perverse obscenity of the action raced down your spine and you moaned loudly. There was something about Ari using your body as an extension of his truck that was so fucking hot, your mind went completely blank for a moment. 

Then his hands released you and the need to be fucked rushed back into your body. Without thinking, you were tumbling forward, pulling yourself off the shifter with a whimper and crawling eagerly onto the cot in the back of the rig. 

“Hope your new boyfriend loosened you up, fucktoy,” Ari growled as he followed you into the back, pushing you down onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. “Because I’m gonna use your cunt like it’s my own personal fleshlight.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make you jump and yelp before you relaxed back into position.

You were perched on the edge of the cot, your knees spread and back curved in an arch, head resting on your arms so your ass was up and on display for your trucker. Without any more warning, Ari slid his stiff, leaking cock into your slick, warm cunt.

Your trucker groaned loudly, the pleasured rumble warming your heart with pride as he buried his thick cock in your snug little pussy. A soft smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as Ari curled around you, covering your back with his chest, his hands reaching around to grope your tits through your cotton t-shirt. 

“Christ, ya feel so fucking good, baby,” Ari growled, rolling his hips in tight circles, fucking you hard and fast.

The sound of your bodies clapping against each other drifted to your ears, adding to the pleasure gathering in a tight coil in your core. Your trucker’s face was pressed into the back of your neck, his breath hot and harsh against your skin, raising goosebumps all over your body.

“You’re still so fucking tight, cock slut,” Ari rasped, nipping at the underside of your jaw and making you clench down on his cock from even that brief bite of pain. “You were made to take my cock, weren’t ya, sweetheart—my cock and anything else I want, huh, kiddo?” 

Ari’s husky chuckle and his degrading words ghosted over your cheek and you could do nothing else besides moan your response. You’d fuck anything he told you to fuck, riding his gearshift whenever he wanted, as long as he fucked you exactly like he was afterward. Ari’s cock filled you perfectly, like your body truly was made for him, the tip of him grinding against your cervix and making you see stars.

It seemed Ari didn’t need you to answer his question, because he went on speaking filth in your ear, one of his hands wrapping around your throat and choking you while the other groped your tits and plucked at your nipples.

“Ya gonna come on daddy’s dick, sweetheart?” he taunted, his tone mean and cruel and so cold it made your desire flare hotter. “Gonna cream all over your filthy trucker’s fat cock even after I made you fuck my gear stick, baby?” 

Your lips moved, forming words before you could force them off your tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, daddy,” you whispered, riding the edge of your release. Ari’s cock pummeled your cunt, pounding so deep you could feel him in your throat, and it was almost enough. “Please, daddy,” you cried, needing just a bit more stimulation to push you over. 

Ari grunted in your ear, “Alright, kiddo,” before reaching between your thighs and finding your clit, slippery with your wetness. His thick fingers rubbed the aching nub and it was exactly what you needed. 

With a piercing cry, you tumbled headfirst into an ocean of pleasure, your body going tight and taut as the coil in your core snapped, warm bliss flooding through you. Your cunt gripped Ari’s cock, choking his thick dick in a vise that made him groan viciously.

Your trucker rutted into you furiously, finding his release moments later. He buried his cock deep inside you and came, grunting his pleasure as he emptied his balls in your cunt. You moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length twitching inside you. His low groan as your cunt wrung every drop of seed from his dick filled you with satisfaction. 

For a long moment, you and Ari savored the pleasure of your bodies together, but it couldn’t last. Your trucker didn’t linger—he couldn’t, not with his truck idling on the side of the highway. 

Once he’d caught his breath, Ari pressed a rough kiss to your cheek before pulling out of you and shuffling up to the front. He collapsed into the driver’s seat while you fell onto your side, your eyes watching as he grabbed the gearshift and put the truck back in drive to pull back onto the highway. 

Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, but you kept them open long enough to catch Ari licking your juices from his palm. An unmistakeable groan rumbled deep in your trucker’s chest when he tasted you and your pussy gave a week throb in response. Too tired to move, you smiled and sank into the waiting arms of the sleep that called to you.

However, Ari’s snapping fingers dragged you back into the world of the waking. 

“Get up here and clean up your mess, kiddo,” Ari ordered, his voice gruff and stern. 

There was a warmth to his tone that you recognized as the satisfaction you’d given him by making him come, and you couldn’t help smiling at your own pleased pride. But his words were a command all the same, and you knew what you had to do. 

Gathering your strength, you hauled yourself up from the cot and shifted onto your knees between the two seats. You leaned into the gearshift and began licking your slick from the leather, turning your head enough to catch Ari’s eye. He wore a satisfied smirk, reaching down to pet your head as you did what he’d told you. 

Humming happily, you smiled and cleaned up the gearshift like the good girl you wanted to be for your trucker. By the time you were done, the sun was low in the sky. The golden light in the truck had darkened into a fiery glow, and you felt the tug of sleep more insistently. 

Ari chuckled when he noticed you were half-asleep and still licking his gearshift. He helped you into his lap, guiding you down onto his cock to keep him warm while he continued driving. 

You fell asleep against your trucker’s chest, happy and satisfied, the restlessness that had plagued you earlier in the afternoon having been finally subdued by Ari. 

Still, you’d discovered what Ari would do if you booped his nose, and you tucked that knowledge away, saving it for a rainy day when you were inevitably bored again. He was a truck driver after all, there were bound to be more boring days on the road. But you knew your trucker would make sure you were entertained—by making you entertain him.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

first christmas with trucker jake jensen

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x former sex worker!female reader

summary: jake makes your first christmas together special by surprising you with some christmas decorations and asking for your help decorating his tree, which brings the two of you closer in new ways.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, painful childhood memories, some angst/crying, fluff, jake jensen is a christmas menace

word count: 1.7k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? i wasn't going to write a lot, but, uh, well i did so i hope y'all enjoy some christmas fluff/smut/angst with trucker Jake!! i really enjoyed digging into his and reader's backstories!

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Ok so here’s the thing: trucker Jake Jensen LOVES Christmas. (Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to convince me this isn’t true to canon Jake Jensen—he just seems like the kind of guy who’d love Christmas!) 

I imagine Jake didn’t have the best childhood. Maybe he had some really magical Christmases when he was very little, but then his parents became absent or they died when he was still pretty young, or a mixture of the two. His parents not being around is why he’s so close to his sister and niece, and why family is important to him.

But I digress. The point is, I think Jake had a lot of lackluster Christmases, and he realized that if he wanted Christmas cheer in his life, he was going to have to be the one to make it. And boy does he.

Now, I should also mention that I think Jake’s reader had a similar childhood experience. You grew up with cold, sparse Christmases—maybe your parent/parents would get a tree but it was fake and pre-lit and they’d only decorate it with generic decorations. 

All the homemade ornaments you brought home from school might’ve been hung up on the tree that year, but your parents would toss them when putting everything away and you’d have to dig them out of the trash. Eventually, you stopped giving them to your parents and kept them in a shoebox under your bed. You’ve kept the box, but never hung them up.

Unlike Jake, you stuck with what was comfortable because it was what you’d always known, so you weren’t very big on decorating for Christmas. Most years, you wouldn’t even get a tree. 

You’d always figure you’d get one when you got a day off from Diesel Dolls, but then you’d spend your days off relaxing and not wanting to go through the process of getting a tree, lugging it back to your apartment alone, and then decorating it. 

All this is to say, you’re not the type to even think about asking Jake if you can decorate the inside of his rig for the holidays. But that’s ok, because he’s way ahead of you.

Early in November—so early, you’re not even thinking about Christmas yet—Jake gets a motel room for the night. This isn’t out of the ordinary, he likes to get a room when the both of you are craving a shower and some sex in a real bed.

That night, Jake fucks you to sleep. Literally. He makes you come so much, you pass out and are snoring softly before he can even grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. 

Jake watches you sleep for a little while (it’s cute, not creepy, I swear), but when he tries to doze off himself, he can’t. He’s heard the stories about your austere childhood Christmases and he’s determined to bring you some Christmas magic.

So while you sleep, he pulls out the boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations he keeps in the storage of his rig. He spends all night stringing lights and hanging garlands and other decorations until the front seats and the bunk in the back are so stuffed, there’s barely room to sit, let alone move around.

It’s all worth it for the expression on your face when you see what he’s done, though. The way your eyes light up with surprise and delight and even a touch of wonder. It’s more Christmas than you’ve ever seen before crammed into the small space of his rig and you… love it. 

You love it more than you ever thought possible and you’re speechless as you climb up into the rig and flop into the driver’s seat, your eyes greedily looking around at all the decorations while your mouth hangs open in surprise. 

There’s even a little plastic Christmas tree fixed to the dashboard, tiny little lights twinkling. It’s all so perfect, so wonderful, that you don’t know what to say.

“Do you… like it?” Jake asks tentatively, his hands on either side of the open door, one foot on the step up into the rig, while he watches you taking it all in. He thought he’d read you right, that you’d enjoy some Christmas cheer, but he’s beginning to worry he’d been wrong.

Unable to find the words for how you feel, you turn back to Jake with tears in your eyes and you practically tackle him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him hard. He stumbles back a step into the parking lot of the motel, his arms bracing you against his chest while he kisses you back.

Jake turns to walk you backward into the motel room, but you make a sound of protest. Kissing his stupidly handsome face—including the goatee you love so much—and knocking his glasses a little askew, you drag him back into the rig, impatiently waiting while he closes and locks the door behind you. Then you haul him into the bunk in the back until he covers your body with his own.

Quickly, the two of you tear your clothes off, and when Jake slides inside you, filling you up perfectly the way that only he can, you feel like your heart grows two sizes. You’re so happy, tears slip from your eyes and slide down your temples into your hair while Jake coos at you and kisses the tears from your skin. 

“Don’t cry, kitten, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs in your ear, his hips working you open with his cock until you’re moaning more than you’re crying. You can’t even find the words to tell him they’re happy tears, you just cling to him and hold him tight in your arms.

Jake fucks you slow and sweet in his rig while you’re surrounded by a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations—so much that when Jake hikes your thigh up around his hip, you accidentally kick some loose. But Jake doesn’t care enough to stop, filling you over and over again in a steady rhythm that drives you wild, pleasure coiling in your core.

He makes you come while a fallen garland tangles around your entwined legs, the snowflakes he’s hung from the ceiling swaying with the force of his thrusting. And then he tumbles over the edge after you, filling you up with his come and holding you close as you catch your breath together.

You laugh at the mess the two of you have made of his decorations and he chuckles right along with you, telling you he’ll fix them before you get back on the road. You snuggle into him and thank him for the early Christmas present.

But you have no idea what else Jake has in store for you because, like I said, he LOVES Christmas.

I imagine Jake has a house somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, high enough that there’s guaranteed to be snow at Christmas. It’s so remote, in fact, that there wouldn’t be any service or cable if not for the robust satellite setup he has. 

Your first Christmas together, he takes you to his house and pulls the same trick he did with the truck rig, where he decorates the house to the max while you’re asleep. (It isn’t uncommon for Jake to go a couple days without sleeping. He used to be in the military and it fucked with his ability to maintain a normal routine, which is why he enjoys the freedom that comes with being a trucker.) 

The only thing Jake leaves undecorated is the tree. It’s a fresh pine he had shipped to his house, and set up in the massive living room, the tall tree taking up an entire corner by itself.

Jake makes you some coffee while you look at the decorations he’s put up and then you sit on the couch sipping it while he strings the lights on the tree. He’s focused and methodical while he works, and you can’t help but get a little turned on by the cute, determined expression on his face and the way his biceps bulge and flex.

But when he’s done, the heat that had been simmering in your core is extinguished because Jake pulls out a shoebox that looks far too familiar, and it brings up far too many painful memories. 

Jake sits down beside you, his head hanging a little like a guilty puppy while he tells you he pilfered it from your apartment the last time he was there. He catches your eye and you see the earnestness in his gaze when he asks you to tell him about all the ornaments.

When you hesitate—because you’re not sure whether to be mad at Jake for going through your things or to love him even more for remembering that you’d kep the ornaments—he pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead.

“I want to know all of you, kitten,” he says gently, tipping your face toward his so he can look into your eyes. “Even the bad parts—especially the bad parts. I want to hear about all your bad Christmas memories so I can replace them with good ones.”

By the time he’s done talking, your eyes are misty with tears and you nod, leaning in for a kiss before you take a deep, steadying breath. It helps that Jake’s arms are big and strong, his chest firm as you lean into him. Then, you open the box.

Jake listens patiently while you pull out each ornament and tell him what you remember about it, the Christmas memories you associate with it. It’s a long, difficult process, but when you’re done, you feel inexplicably lighter. 

When you look to Jake, to see his reaction, you find him with red-rimmed eyes, like he cried while you told him about your childhood Christmases. But before you can ask him about it, he captures your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss you’ve ever felt. Once he pulls away, he helps you up from the couch and, together, you hang the ornaments on the tree.

Then you spend the rest of the morning hanging up all of Jake’s tree ornaments—of which there are many—and he tells you stories about his sister and his niece. By the time you’re done, you feel filled up with Christmas cheer and you drag Jake back down onto the couch.

There, under the lights of the Christmas tree and all the decorations overflowing his mountain home, you kiss your trucker prince charming and show him how happy you are to be spending the holiday with him.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

trucker king masterlist

a dark trucker Ari Levinson series

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: after you're stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, you're left to hitchhike home. when you're picked up by a truck driver who expects to be repaid for his kindness, your life turns down an entirely new and different road.

status: ongoing

series warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, dubcon/noncon, abduction, coercion, sex as payment, rough sex, sadism/masochism, degradation, stockholm syndrome (these are not exhaustive, read the warnings on each part!)

main series

part 1

part 2

part 2 epilogue

part 3

miscellaneous bits

first christmas with trucker Ari

Ari gives you to Curtis for his birthday

booping Ari while you're bored

Ari uses your mouth in a gas station bathroom

meeting Ari's trucker friends over the radio

Ari's pov while you're sucking his cock

the original trucker!Ari request and drabble

trucker!Ari headcanons

what the inside of Ari's truck looks like

does Ari ever brand reader?

will Ari ever love reader?

what if Ari got reader pregnant?

Ari and boot fucking

vague ideas about Ari's backstory

what would Ari do if reader was hurt

would Ari send nude photos/videos of reader to his friends?

would Ari let you crochet in his truck?

is Ari ever soft with reader? response 1 and 2

what toys Ari would use on reader

would Ari have a watersports kink?

what Ari would do if someone tried to take reader from him

what Ari would do if another woman hit on him

has Ari abducted girls before?

Ari is touch-starved

everything in this series is tagged #trucker ari levinson on my blog

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Oh shit!!!!! Yes to all of this! I'm running to part 2!

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pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: after you're stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, you're left to hitchhike home. when you're picked up by a truck driver who expects to be repaid for his kindness, your only option is to give him what he wants—and he doesn't want money.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, dubcon/noncon (parts of this fic definitely lean more toward noncon), abduction, coercion, sex as payment, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, rough oral sex (m receiving), sadism/masochism, choking, breathplay, face slapping, dacryphilia, painplay, rough body play, cock warming, come play, finger sucking, dirty talk, heavy degradation, some praise, possessive sex, possessive behavior, pet names (sweetheart, baby), tiny bit of aftercare, stockholm syndrome, a mean hot man—i think that's everything but if i forgot to tag something, please please please let me know!!

word count: 7.5k

a/n: as some of y'all may have seen, i originally wrote this fic as a short-ish (for me) drabble in response to an ask, but i really enjoyed writing trucker!ari so i wanted to expand it into a full fic. it's probably one of the darkest fics i've written but it's still kind of soft? idk! i can never go full dark i guess! anyway i hope this lives up to expectations 😅 please enjoy some filthy trucker!ari smut!!!

trucker king part 2

You were in trouble—more than you knew—from the moment the massive, pitch black truck pulled over on the side of the road where you’d been hitchhiking for more than an hour. You never could’ve known exactly how much your life would change when you got into the truck, but looking back, you didn’t know if you’d have done anything differently. And anyway, it wasn’t like you’d ever had much of a choice. 

The truck was intimidating from the moment you saw it, even though it must’ve been a quarter mile down the road. You’d heard it first, turning around at the sound and sticking your hand out, curled in a fist with your thumb pointed skyward, before you could let your fear stop you from being saved. Your other arm was curled around your body, your shoulders hunched against the frigid wind.

It was cold on the side of the road, the afternoon sun having dipped behind the tree line, leaving you in a too-short skirt, a tight top and a flimsy jacket. It wasn’t an outfit meant to be walking alongside the road in the middle of nowhere, but your day had taken a turn when you and your boyfriend had gotten into the fight to end all fights and he’d dumped you, figuratively, before literally dumping you out of his car. It was more than a 40-minute drive home from where he’d left you. 

Not that your apartment was much of a home. But at least it had four walls to keep the wind out, even if the cold seeped in far too easily and you didn’t have much money to spend on heating. Which was why you spent as much time as you could at your boyfriend’s place an hour away. But after your fight—and after he never came back to make sure you got home safely—you knew he was no longer your boyfriend. Good riddance.

Except that left you alone on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, your skimpy clothing the only protection against the cold afternoon, and no carshares in the area. You’d already waited an hour, but none of the apps would accept your trip request. So you’d started walking, holding your hand out to try hitchhiking when a car would pass, but no one stopped.

Not until the big black truck.

It was so high off the ground, you couldn’t see the driver at first, not until he leaned over and pushed the passenger side door open in an obvious invitation. A warm gust of heat hit you, and you shuddered in delight, taking a step closer before you could think better of it.

Then your eyes fell on the truck driver and your first thought was how attractive he was. The man appeared older than you—in his late-30s or early 40s at most. His brown hair was longish, curling at the nape of his neck and swept back from his face like he ran his hand through it often. He had a full brown beard, which only served to highlight the bright blue eyes that were raking over your body. 

“Where ya going, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a low gravelly rumble like he didn’t use it much. You supposed that made sense, since he was a trucker who didn’t appear to have any companions sharing the cab of his rig. 

You silently debated how safe it was to get into this stranger’s truck. You naively mistook his handsomeness for kindness, and though you had no idea how long he’d been driving, his eyes were bright and alert. He didn’t look tired in the least, so it seemed likely he could get you home without incident. What should’ve raised a warning flag was the fact that the trucker looked very interested in you, his sparkling eyes and too-eager smile hiding a depraved hunger.

Making up your mind to trust the man, you took a tentative step closer, placing a hand on the door as you answered him, giving the trucker the address of a take-out place near your apartment. You might’ve been desperate for a ride, but you knew better than to give a strange man your home address. If he got you to the restaurant, you could get some dinner, giving the trucker long enough to drive away so you could make sure he didn’t follow you home. It seemed like a foolproof plan.

The man nodded, his eyes trailing down your body as he gave the impression of thinking it over. His gaze lingered on the edge of your skirt, fluttering around your bare thighs in the wind. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you, but he agreed to give you a ride, so you pushed your uncertainty aside and climbed into the cab of the big rig. You felt the man’s eyes on your legs the whole time, getting the impression he was trying to catch a flash of what was under your skirt, but you ignored the uneasiness you felt. Maybe he was just making sure you didn’t fall as you lifted yourself to settle in the bucket seat.

When you’d clicked your seatbelt into place, the trucker pulled his rig back onto the road, introducing himself as Ari Levinson. You gave him your name distractedly, holding your hands to the truck’s vents in front of you that were blasting heat. A small sigh of relief slipped out as warmth began to seep into your bones, overcoming the chill in your body. Unzipping your jacket, you let yourself melt into the pleasure of being warm again.

All the while, you felt Ari’s gaze on you like a physical thing and looked over to see his watching you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, almost as bright as the sky when the sun had been out. But with the sun quickly setting, shadows fell across Ari’s face. You weren’t certain what he was thinking, but when his gaze dropped to your tits, heat flushed through your body, pebbling your nipples beneath your thin top. You hadn’t worn a bra and you were certain he could see, so you crossed your arms over your chest, hoping to avoid giving him any ideas. 

“So, sweetheart,” Ari rumbled, turning his gaze back to the road. Your eyes followed his and your face twisted in a confused frown.

He was turning the truck onto the interstate, which didn’t seem right. There was no direct way to get you home from the interstate, it would be a much longer route. You weren’t scared—yet—but you were still puzzling over how he was planning to get you home when he continued talking.

“How’re you gonna repay me for my kindness,” Ari asked, cutting a cruel smile at you. “You’re not exactly on my way to where I’m goin’.”

With a start of surprise, you began pawing through your little purse. “I—I don’t have any cash,” you stammered, feeling embarrassment flood through your body. “But I can Venmo you—or CashApp, or whatever you want,” you offered quickly, pulling out your phone and brandishing it like a credit card. It was the only thing you could offer. Or so you thought. 

Ari snorted, reaching over and plucking the phone from your hand easily, tossing it onto the floor in the back. You turned and were a little surprised to find not really a back seat, but a little compartment holding a mini-fridge, a small counter and a cot. You supposed it made sense, a trucker would need somewhere to sleep properly so they could rest, but you didn’t expect it to look so…cozy. There was a thick, flannel-covered blanket on the bed, and the compartment looked pretty clean and tidy.

Ari’s chuckle dragged your attention back to him, the sound low and somehow dirty, making you squirm in your seat as a new kind of heat began simmering between your thighs. You eyed the trucker warily, taking in his big body—somehow knowing he’d tower over you if you were both standing. His broad shoulders were encased in a soft-looking red and brown flannel, his thick thighs spread on his seat, brown work pants disappearing down to where his booted feet worked the pedals.

“Whatever I want, huh, sweetheart?” Ari asked, repeating your words to him. There was an undercurrent of taunting condescension in the way he said the pet name and you wondered distractedly if he’d always said it like that—like he was smirking, knowing something you didn’t. 

You realized your mistake and tried to backpedal your offer, but one of Ari’s hands was already dropping to his lap, his fingers expertly working open the button and fly of his pants. “That’s not—I mean, I didn’t mean whatever you want.” Your stuttering protests cut off on a gasp when Ari reached inside his pants and pulled out his semihard cock. 

He was big, and so thick an involuntary whimper escaped your lips. Even half hard, he was intimidatingly large, and you couldn’t help thinking there was no way he’d fit—not in your mouth…or any of your other holes. The thought made your clit twitch and your pussy throb, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away when Ari took himself in hand and gave his cock a quick stroke, working himself to full hardness while you watched. Despite your shock, wetness began gathering in the slit between your thighs.

“C’mon, sweetheart, this dick’s not gonna suck itself,” Ari taunted crudely, using his fist to shake his cock at you. 

Still, you didn’t move, your brain struggling to catch up with the situation you’d gotten yourself into. It seemed surreal, like you’d somehow stumbled into an old porno. This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. Right?

Ari’s eyes flashed with irritation and his mouth twisted in a cruel snarl. “Did you really think I picked you up out of the goodness of my heart?” he asked, his words dripping with patronizing condescension while you just stared at him in shock. “No,” he bit out, his expression morphing into a glare. “I picked you up because you look like a girl who belongs on her knees sucking cock—now get to it.”

Even Ari’s growled command wasn’t enough to snap you out of the frozen shock you seemed stuck in. You could still barely believe he was seriously demanding that you suck his cock in exchange for a ride. You weren’t exactly opposed to it—the thought of trying to fit Ari’s big cock in your mouth was turning you on—but it still seemed like something you shouldn’t eagerly jump to do.

Apparently, you were taking a little too long to wrap your head around the situation because Ari let go of his cock and reached his big hand out toward you, snagging you around the back of the neck. His fingers dug into the sides, holding you tightly by your scruff like one might handle a disobedient kitten. Before you could raise your hands to stop him, Ari shoved your face down into his lap until your nose bumped against his cock. 

His musky scent filled your senses, drool pooling around your tongue as you thought again about how difficult it’d be to work his thick cock inside your hot mouth. But then you remembered Ari was a strange man, and who knew where his cock had been. His scent was pungent, like he hadn’t bathed in at least a day, and though it made your head a little fuzzy, you finally realized the predicament you were in. 

Pushing your hands against the smooth leather of his seat, you tried to shove yourself up and away from Ari’s cock, but he was too strong. Instead of giving you even an inch, Ari’s big hand squeezed the back of your neck in a warning. Your arms flailed, your hands reaching blindly for something, anything to hit him with, but his truck cab was so tidy, you couldn’t find anything. The most you managed was to undo your seatbelt in a desperate bid to escape, but that only helped Ari push your face deeper into his lap, until your nose was brushing against his balls.

“You better worship my dick like I’m your goddamned king, cock slut,” Ari growled, tilting your head to the side so your lips pressed against the underside of his length. You held them closed, trying to breathe through your nose, but his scent was everywhere, making your body warm, your traitorous slit getting wetter. “Or I’ll toss you out of my rig in the worst neighborhood I can find,” he snarled cruelly. “You’ll be wishing you sucked my cock like a good little whore when your holes are being destroyed by a buncha dirty strangers.”

His words were so mean, you let out a little whimper. But the threat worked—the picture Ari painted with so few words scared you enough that you opened your mouth, pressing your lips to the base of his cock and licking. He tasted just as musky as he smelled, and you felt a gush of wetness flood your panties. You squeezed your thighs together and hoped he never found out just how wet his rough, cruel treatment was making you. 

“There ya go,” Ari purred, his tone turning on a dime. His grip on your neck loosened, but didn’t let up entirely. He just gave you the leeway to kiss your way up to the tip of his cock. When you finally wrapped your lips around the thick head of his dick, though, Ari’s patience grew thin and he shifted his hand to the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock until you gagged. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned, the sound obscene in the quiet of the truck cab. “This is what you were made for, cock whore, choking on my big dick.” 

Your hands rested on Ari’s thigh, your nails digging in, though his brown work pants were too thick for there to be much bite to your grip. There was nothing to stop him from pushing you down further on his cock, until the tip was battering against the back of your throat. It hurt—your lips were spread so wide around his thick length, the corners feeling like they might split, and your jaw already ached. Still, he pushed against your tightening throat until the head of his dick shoved past the clenching muscles. 

“Fuck, that’s it, let me in, cock slut,” Ari grunted in pleasure. He shifted his hips, lifting them up and repositioning himself so he was sprawled in his seat, his legs splayed as wide as they could go. “Don’t pretend it’s your first time chocking on a cock, sweetheart, we both know you were made for this.” 

You couldn’t see anything except the brown of his pants, but even that began to swim as tears pooled in your eyes. Instinctively, you tried to lift your head, fighting against Ari’s hold, and he let you rise a few inches, enough for his cock to slip from your throat to rest on your tongue. A tremor of relief worked through you, but then Ari pushed you back down, groaning when your throat closed over his cockhead, making you gag and squeeze around him. 

“Fuck, take it—take my filthy trucker cock in that tight little throat of yours,” he growled, forcing you into a rhythm of bobbing on his cock, shoving you down on his length until he pushed into your throat. Drool was spilling past your lips, coating your chin and soaking Ari’s cock down to his balls. You were thankful for it, because at least it made the slide of his cock into your throat a little easier. “Suck me, cock whore,” Ari bit out, his fingers flexing against your head, digging into you with a promise that he could be rougher if he wanted to.

You tried to do as he said, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked hard on Ari’s cock, hoping the faster you got him off, the faster he’d let you go. You were gratified when he groaned loudly, but instead of going easier on you, it made Ari meaner, and even rougher. His fingers dug into your skull more harshly as he forced your head up and down on his cock, pushing you down until your nose was pressed to his thigh and you could barely breathe, his cockhead thrusting punishingly into your throat. You couldn’t help it, you started to cry, your sobs choked by Ari’s cock.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Ari groaned viciously. “Cry for me, baby, you look so much prettier crying on my cock.” His cock twitched in your throat and you prayed he was getting close even as the tears fell harder. His tone was almost warm as he grunted, “Makes me so fucking hard when you cry on my cock, baby.” 

A small blush of pride wormed through your heart at Ari’s praise. After the mean names he’d called you and the cruel words he’d used, it felt amazingly good to be praised. So you clung to his thigh, tamping down on the instinct to wipe your tears away, and let yourself cry harder while Ari fucked your throat. 

It wasn’t long before Ari’s cock was jerking in your mouth, his precum leaving a salty taste on the back of your tongue. Without warning, he shoved your head down hard, until your nose was pressed so tight to his thigh you couldn’t breathe. Then his cock began spurting in your throat, his come dripping down into your belly. 

“Drink it all, come slut,” Ari growled, his fingers digging into your skull hard enough to bruise as he held you down. “Drink all my filthy trucker come.” His words were loose and languid, almost like he was slurring on pleasure. 

You followed his order obediently, swallowing down every drop of Ari’s come even as your lungs protested. Ari seemed to like the way your throat tightened around his cock as you swallowed, grunting and groaning while you milked a few more spurts from his length. 

Finally, when black was beginning to creep into the edges of your vision, Ari let you up enough that you could breathe through your nose and through your mouth around his softening cock. You expected him to let you pull off his cock completely, but Ari’s hand was firm. Tilting your head, you caught Ari’s gaze out of the corner of your eye, giving him a pleading, confused look.

An arrogant, sated grin was stretched across Ari’s handsome face, and he pet you gently with the hand holding you down. “Don’t give me that look, baby,” he purred at you, his tone turning condescending once again as he tilted his head to the side and asked, “Did you really think I’d let you go?” His hand shifted to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping up some of the drool from your chin and pushing it into your mouth beside his softening cock. “Your pretty holes were made to worship a man’s cock like he’s your king,” he said, smirking. “And since no one else has stepped up, then I’ll be your king.”

Your mind flitted back to your boyfriend—your ex—and it occurred to you to protest. But he had been the one to abandon you on the side of the road, to leave you stranded to the whims of a man like Ari Levinson. If nothing else, there was an enticing simplicity to what Ari offered. All you had to do was worship him and he’d take care of you. Without thinking about it much, you let yourself give in, your eyes fluttering closed as you melted into his touch, giving Ari your submission. 

Ari chuckled, the sound low and decadent to your ears, reminding you of just how wet you were. You’d made a mess of your panties, and you wanted to reach a hand between your thighs to slake the throbbing need that burned in your pussy, but you didn’t dare. You weren’t sure what Ari would do to you if you did.

“That’s a good cock whore,” he cooed, his tone more than a little condescending, humor making his voice warm and almost sweet. He patted your cheek then lifted his hand from your face; he didn’t move it to the back of your neck or head. You had to assume he set it back on the wheel, but you didn’t try to lift off his soft length. “Cockwarm me while I drive, baby, and if you’re good, I’ll show you how I reward obedient little fucktoys,” Ari rumbled, his voice drifting down to you in the quiet truck cab.

Humming in acknowledgement, you laid your cheek on Ari’s thick thigh, enjoying the way his hard muscle shifted beneath your soft skin. You were a little uncomfortable in your position, laying across the empty center of the truck cab, and distractedly wondered if it might be more comfortable to sit on the floor between your seats, but you didn’t have the energy to move. Instead, you let your mind wander, drifting deeper into a warm fuzziness as you held Ari’s cock in your mouth. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but it must’ve been hours, because the sky was full dark and the moon had risen by the time Ari pulled his massive truck into a service station. His hand gripped you around the back of the neck and he pulled you none-too-gently off his cock, pushing you back into your seat. He didn’t say anything as he hopped out, so you stayed where you were, straightening your jacket over your shoulders.

Ari walked around the truck and opened your door, grabbing your arm and pulling you down to the ground. Your knees gave out when your feet hit the asphalt parking lot, but before you could fall, Ari wedged his hand under your bicep, holding you up until you could stand on your own. It took a moment, but you finally got your legs to work and your first distracted thought was that you were right—Ari did tower over you at his full height. Seeing just how much bigger he was than you made a pleasant shiver race down your spine, more wetness gathering between your thighs. 

Once Ari was confident you wouldn’t fall over, he started dragging you in the direction of the service station. He pushed you into the one-room bathroom, following you in and locking the door behind him. Ari crossed his arms over his broad chest, his mouth pressed into a firm line framed by his thick beard, as he nodded to the toilet. You flinched when you realized what he expected you to do. 

It occurred to you to protest, but the cruel glint in Ari’s eyes told you that you wouldn’t like what he’d do if you did. “Can you turn around?” you asked weakly, hunching your shoulders in defeat and curling your arms around yourself protectively. You dropped your eyes to the floor, embarrassment flooding your body at even having to ask. 

Ari huffed a pitiless laugh, but pivoted on his feet, giving you his broad back. Relief and no small amount of gratitude flooded through you as you scurried to the toilet, covering the seat in toilet paper—thanking the service station gods there was plenty enough. You hooked your fingers in your panties, sneaking glances at Ari to make sure he wasn’t peaking and quickly pushed them down your thighs, sitting down to pee. Thankfully, that was all you had to do, and the fear of him turning around before you were done made it easy to finish your business and flush as quickly as you could.

However, when you stood and began pulling up your panties, Ari grunted, getting your attention.

“Don’t put your panties back on,” he growled, turning around suddenly. You wrenched your hands away from what you’d been doing so your skirt could fall and cover you, but you were certain he’d caught a flash of your ass from the way his blue eyes darkened. “You won’t be needing them tonight, fucktoy, so why don’t ya give ‘em here?” His words sounded like a question, but you knew they were an order from the mocking tenor of his tone. 

Watching him warily, you pushed your panties down to your ankles, bending over with your ass angled away from him to pull them free from around your shoes. Keeping your head down, unable to stomach the hungry way he stared at you—especially since it prompted a ravenous twisting desire deep in your core—you crossed the bathroom, only getting close enough to place the scrap of fabric in the trucker’s massive palm.

You didn’t think it could get any worse, but Ari turned the panties over so he could see the gusset, the traitorous wetness glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Ari chuckled. “Oh, baby,” he rumbled, his tone mocking but pleased all the same. “You really are a natural cock whore aren’t you?” he asked tauntingly. 

Without any ounce of shame, Ari ran a finger through the wetness you’d left behind in your panties, spreading it around and making even more of a mess of the fabric. Your body heated, embarrassment weaving through with a thrumming need pulsing in your core that wanted him to be touching you, not your panties. A soft whine worked up in the back of your throat, but you bit your lip, holding it back.

“Christ, your panties are soaked,” he taunted you, shooting you a mocking grin before asking, “Ya like sucking a filthy trucker’s cock this much, huh, little slut?” When you kept your lips pressed closed, refusing to answer his dirty question, he chuckled again to himself, making even more shame flare through your body. “Mm yeah, I think I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you, fucktoy.”

Heat flamed in your cheeks as embarrassment, and no small amount of arousal, made you squirm. You tried to turn away, but Ari’s free hand shot out, wrapping around the front of your throat, his fingers digging lightly into the sides as he yanked you forward. Tilting your face up to look at him, you found Ari’s eyes glimmering in the bright fluorescent light, a cruel grin curving his mouth. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this, baby,” Ari cooed the pet name condescendingly. His gaze dropped down to your thighs in time to catch you pressing them together against the desperate ache in your core. He laughed huskily at you. Before letting you go, Ari pushed his finger into your mouth, the one he’d smeared through the wetness on your panties. “Clean up your mess, cock whore, show your king what a good toy you can be.”

You held his gaze, glaring weakly at him as you licked your musky arousal from his skin. But there wasn’t much fight left in you, and it was so much easier to simply give in, cleaning his finger obediently and sucking on it when you were done. Ari let you continue for a moment longer, then pulled his finger free, reeling you in with his hand around your throat until you stood even closer to him—close enough to feel the warmth of his body heat, which made you want to curl even further into him.

Instead, you stared up into Ari’s handsome face, wondering what he was going to do next. To your surprise, Ari ducked down, capturing your lips in a kiss. Except, it wasn’t so much a kiss as a plundering, a pillaging of your mouth. He thrust his tongue into you with the arrogance you’d come to expect from him. The trucker took what was his—and your mouth, just like the rest of you, was his dominion. 

You didn’t fight him, you swayed into him. Your fingers fumbled in the soft flannel covering his firm chest, twisting in the fabric and clinging to the man who’d all but abducted you. You weren’t stupid, you knew he’d driven you much farther away from home than you’d been when he picked you up, but he kissed you like you were something special. He might call you a toy and a whore, but you were his toy, his whore. He’d wanted you enough to take you and there was something heady and flattering about that knowledge—no matter how fucked that train of thought might be. 

So you let yourself revel in Ari’s kiss, in the bite of his teeth and the rasp of his beard; you let yourself enjoy it. You gave yourself permission to crave more from the trucker that had picked you up and taken you into his life.

Just as suddenly as he’d kissed you, Ari pulled away, leaving you stumbling as he shoved your panties in the pocket of his pants while moved over to the toilet. You gave him your back as he pissed, taking the time to wash your hands at the sink. It was only once he was done, edging you out of the way so he could wash his own hands, that you realized you’d had the perfect opportunity to run and you simply…hadn’t. 

Ari’s hand wrapped tightly around the back of your neck before he led you back out into the night, the grip feeling more like a comfort than a leash. As you walked together across the crowded parking lot to Ari’s rig, you rationalized to yourself that you hadn’t tried to escape because your phone and wallet were still in his truck. You couldn’t have gotten far without them. Besides, he was being nice enough.

Instead of walking you around to the passenger side of the truck, Ari brought you to the driver’s side door, opening it and tilting his head to indicate you should climb inside. 

You’d already learned your lesson about hesitating when Ari issued an order, even if it was a nonverbal one, so you scrambled up, climbing onto your knees on the driver’s seat. You bent forward, reaching for the passenger seat with the intent of climbing into it, but you stilled when you felt a gust of cold air against your most sensitive place. Dread and desire warred in your body, the sound of Ari’s low groan pushing you toward the latter.

“Christ, baby, this is what you’ve been hiding from me under that slutty little skirt of yours?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made you shiver. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs until his palms rested on your ass, pushing your skirt up around your waist. Instinctively, you arched your back, bending further to show yourself off to the filthy trucker. 

With his thumbs, Ari pulled your pussy lips apart, baring you wholly to his gaze, a low whistle of appreciation leaving him as he watched your little hole clench around nothing. A whimper escaped your lips even though you were biting them hard enough to draw blood. It was humiliating the way he was staring at your naked pussy, but you couldn’t stop the wetness from dripping through your folds. 

“Oh fuck, baby, that’s a pretty cunt ya got,” he rumbled, his tone going gravelly as his own desire ratcheted up. “Though it’d look even prettier taking my cock.” 

Ari traced the edge of your hole with his thumbs, and it was so good but not nearly good enough for your desire. You needed his thick cock barreling into your cunt, burying inside you until he rearranged your guts. God you needed him, his roughness and his cruelness and his meanness. But he seemed content to tease your pussy lightly with his fingers—until a desperate whine squeezed past your lips. That snapped him out of whatever daze he was in. 

“I think it’s time I show you how good fucktoys get rewarded,” Ari grunted, climbing up into the cab of his truck after you, wedging his knees on either side of your legs on the seat while he pulled his cock free from his pants. His big body curled over yours, his mouth right next to your ear as he growled, “Scream and cry all you want, cock slut, it’ll only make your king come harder in your tight cunt.”

With that, Ari slammed inside you, burying his massive cock balls-deep in your pussy with one brutal thrust. A scream tore free from your throat as he speared your tight hole, stretching you more than you’d ever been stretched before. The sensation was so intense, it felt like he was splitting you in half. Thankfully, you were wet enough that it eased some of the stinging pain, but you reacted instinctively, trying to crawl away from the big man surrounding you.

Except there was no way Ari was letting you go. The pain from that first thrust had made your pussy clench down around his thick length so hard, it had wrung a pleasured grunt from him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, holding you tight against his body and preventing you from escaping his throbbing cock. A pathetic whimper slipped from your lips and your hands scrabbled at the passenger seat, trying to pull yourself away from him. 

Instead of giving you any chance to escape, Ari started fucking you properly, his thick cock stretching your tight hole so much it wrenched a sob from your mouth. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you screamed and cried while Ari fucked you like a beast. His hands were everywhere, roaming all over your body, ripping your jacket and top off so his calloused palms could grope every inch of your naked flesh. His fingers pinched your nipples, making you cry harder, a pleased groan slipping from his mouth and directly into your ear. 

It occurred to you that you were being very loud and though Ari’s truck was parked in the back corner of the service station lot, you weren’t that far away from other people. Anyone could walk by and see Ari fucking you like a bitch in heat, using your body like the cock whore he accused you of being while you screamed through the pain and pleasure. Shame burned through your body and you bit your lip, silencing the sounds that had been spilling from your mouth unabashedly. 

But Ari didn’t like that. “Don’t get quiet on me now, fucktoy,” Ari growled in your ear, wrapping one of his hands around the front of your neck, holding your face braced with his thumb and forefinger. Then, without warning, he slapped you across the cheek, making you cry out in shock. Your pussy clamped down around his cock and he chuckled. “Oh does my cock slut like a little pain?” he cooed, his tone a condescending taunt. He slapped you again, and that time you moaned, even as a wave of fresh tears splashed down your cheeks. 

The pleasured sound falling from your lips seemed to snap whatever restraint had been holding Ari back from showing you his true self, because he set upon your body like a feral beast. His hand wrapped around your throat and choked you tightly, fingers digging into the sides to restrict your airflow. His other hand reached beneath your body to slap and pinch and grope your tits, his fingers rough and heedless of whether he was going to leave bruises or other marks on your skin. All the while, the pain and pleasure surged through your body, pushing you to the brink of what you knew would be a devastating release. 

Ari laughed in your ear when he felt your pussy rippling around his cock. “You’re gonna come on my cock, aren’t ya baby?” he asked with mocking condescension. He fucked you harder when all you did was sob in response, his voice going rough and gravelly in your ear. “You’re such a pathetic little fucktoy, so desperate for my big, mean cock to destroy your needy cunt.” His beard rasped against your cheek, the bite of it making you want more. “Fuck, I bet you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” he growled, something like laughter in his voice. “Bet you’d let me do the grossest, most disgusting things to your body and thank me for it, huh?” He slapped your tits as he drove his cock into you mercilessly, proving his point.

All you could manage in response were garbled sounds of pleasure, moans and breathy whines mixing with your whimpers and cries. In that moment, you couldn’t think of anything you wouldn’t let Ari do to you—though you didn’t have much imagination for that kind of thing as he did—so you simply nodded in answer to his question.

A chuckle rumbled in Ari’s chest, but when he spoke, his voice was a commanding growl. “Thank me,” he ordered, his hand around your throat squeezing you in rhythmic pulses that had black creeping into the edges of your vision. “Thank your king for fucking you, for hurting you, for making you cry.”

“Th-thank you, thank you, Ari,” you gasped, your voice husky from screaming, your throat aching from his hand choking you. You tried to swallow, but couldn’t mange it, spluttering for a moment until Ari’s hand relented the tiniest bit. You sucked in a breath and babbled the first words that came to mind. “Thank you for hurting my pathetic body, thank you for making me cry, thank you for fucking my needy cunt—thank you, my king!” Your final words were a broken sob, pleasure overwhelming you as you balanced on the edge of your release.

“There’s a good cock whore,” Ari purred in your ear, clearly enjoying the way the honorific sounded in your desperate voice. “Now come on your king’s cock,” he commanded, using the flat of his fingers to slap your clit. The stinging pain swirled with the immense pleasure winding through your body. You didn’t stand a chance against Ari’s cruel hand slapping your clit and his harsh command.  

A sound halfway between a scream and a sob wrenched free from your mouth as you came, your body shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back in your skull, your awareness blacking out for just a moment. Waves and waves of unending pleasure coursed through your body, so overwhelming it felt like you were floating in a sea of ecstasy. When you finally surfaced, Ari was still fucking your cunt, his voice turning rougher with his own nearing release. It took a moment to realize the sounds he was growling in your ear were words.

“You’re mine now, baby,” Ari was saying. “I’m your fucking king, and you’re my toy to use whenever I want.” His thrusts turned erratic as he rutted into you, your still pulsing cunt milking his cock for all your body was worth. “You were made for this, for being fucked and taking my come and keeping my cock warm,” he grunted, his breaths coming harsher as his beard rasped against your cheek. “I’m going to keep you right where you belong—with me.”

With a deep, rumbling groan, Ari shoved his cock deep in your cunt and came. His hand squeezed your throat so tightly, you nearly blacked out again, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips on your delicate neck. His other arm was wrapped under your hips, holding you flush against him as he emptied his balls into your pussy, grunting and growling the whole time his cock was twitching deep inside you. 

More than anything else he’d done, Ari coming deep in your cunt felt like a claiming, like he was showing you that your body no longer belonged to you. It belonged to him. He would do whatever he wanted with you, and you would thank him for it. It seemed a simple existence, and you were so tired, so sated, and so warm in Ari’s arms. It seemed so easy to submit to him—so you did.

Relief swept over you body and you sank into Ari’s hold. If it hadn’t been for his arms holding you up, you would’ve slumped to the floor. Instead, you felt him taking your weight into his hands, his beard brushing against your shoulder as he nuzzled your sweat-slick skin for a moment. If you weren’t mistaken, you could feel Ari brushing sweet little kisses to your shoulder blades and across your spine. A smile curved your lips. 

You felt one of Ari’s hands fumbling around his thighs but didn’t think much of it until he looped his belt around your throat. Your muscles were so tired, your eyes so heavy-lidded that you didn’t try to protest as he tightened it around your neck. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt or cut off your airflow, just enough that you’d never forget it was there. 

When he was done securing the belt around your throat, Ari dropped one last kiss to your shoulder, then smacked your ass lightly. “Get into the back,” he growled, spurring you to move. 

Despite your exhaustion, it was becoming instinctual to follow your trucker’s orders so you crawled forward, whimpering when you pulled off Ari’s cock, pausing as shudders wracked your body. You collapsed into the space between the front seats, weakly crawling into the back seat compartment. Ari followed you inside the rig, pulling his door closed and locking up the cab. 

“On the bed,” he ordered, his tone gruff but not unkind. You scrambled up onto the cot, kicking your shoes off before pulling them onto the blanket. Ari grumbled, pulling your socks off, then tugging your skirt down over your thighs, depositing it on the floor along with his flannel. He left his pants on, which he’d pulled up and refastened, but his broad chest was clad in nothing but a thin, white undershirt. 

You could see a smattering of dark brown chest hair beneath Ari’s shirt and you wanted to rub your cheek against his pecs. You were so tired and he looked so warm, you just wanted to cuddle into him, take comfort in his massive body. Even if he’d used it to hurt you, he’d made you feel so good, too. It was easier to think about the good than the bad.

You didn’t know what expression your face was making, but when Ari got a look at it, he chuckled. It wasn’t a cruel sound for once, but warm and a little pleased. It made you smile softly. 

Before he joined you on the bed, Ari pulled some thin rope from a toolbox beneath the cot. He cut off a short length that couldn’t have been more than three feet. You watched him curiously as he tied one end to a belt loop on his pants. You understood a moment later when he tied the other around the metal belt buckle resting in the hollow of your throat. The rope was your leash, and Ari was ensuring you weren’t going to run away while he slept. 

Even though his intention was clear, Ari ducked down until his eyes were level with yours. “Don’t try to escape while I’m sleeping,” he warned, his voice low and mean as he went on, “Because I will track you down, and you won’t like how I punish disobedient fucktoys, d’you hear me?” He tugged on the rope to prove his point, but it wasn’t necessary, you were already nodding. 

You couldn’t find your tongue or the words to tell Ari that you weren’t going to run away from him. He was your king, you’d submitted to him, the rope wasn’t necessary to prevent your escape because you weren’t even going to try. But you still didn’t protest it because a part of you was comforted by the crude leash. It meant that Ari couldn’t leave you either. It meant he couldn’t leave you on the side of the road and drive off without you. It meant he was really keeping you. 

Ari seemed to read your thoughts easily on your face and he pressed a smacking kiss to your lips that felt like a reward. Then, without anymore discussion, he stood up. “Lay down,” he commanded.

You stretched out on your side against the back wall of the compartment, and Ari climbed into the bed with you. To your surprise, he opened his arms to you, and—even though it wasn’t explicitly an order—you eagerly fell into them, letting him wrap you up against his broad chest. He pulled a blanket over the two of you, and you sighed contentedly.

Perhaps you should’ve thought about planning a getaway, but in that moment, you couldn’t see a way out of Ari’s truck, let alone any way to escape him entirely. Besides, you didn’t want to. He might’ve been mean and rough, and a little cruel, but he had moments of softness. You didn’t have much of a choice, so you decided to choose him. 

After all, he’d taken you, he’d chosen you. All you had to do was submit to him and accept that he was your life now. 

So you did.

trucker king part 2