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yes sexual dominance is nice but dominance outside of the bedroom?? T__T little things like ‘don’t do that.’ ‘come here let me help you’ ‘hold my hand and do not let go’ Ffdjdkfdh sobs ok I w fall in love

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Evansbby gives us a godly piece of work again 🧎‍♀️I’ll always pray to them 🙏

bestie pls feed us spanking blurb, the immediate urge and need to be over daddy mafia ari’s lap whilst he just ignores ur pleas and cries and pulls down ur panties and spanks u 🥺😌

I’m literally at an airport so this’ll have to be brief but here goes… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Pairing: mafia!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

Warnings: dark!Ari, dd/lg, smut, spanking, daddy kink, voyeurism, dry-humping

Summary: Your daddy punishes you after you accidentally say a bad word.

“Daddy, please!” You cry, desperately wiggling around in Ari’s strong arms. He’s got a death grip on you, however, and he’s barely using even a quarter of his strength. “Please, didn’t mean to say it! Please!”

You hate punishments — especially spankings because they hurt and make you cry like a baby — even when you try your hardest to be brave. Even right now, you look at Ari with the biggest puppy-dog expression, eyes welling with tears.

“Honey, you know daddy has to punish you. Else you’ll never learn.” Ari’s got his stern voice on, which lets you know that there’ll be no worming out of this one. He easily manoeuvres your flailing body across his lap, pinching the flesh of your ass in warning, “and stop moving or else I’ll use my belt.”

You still immediately. He’s never used his belt on you but you don’t want today to be the day he does.

Sniffling, you look over your shoulder at him dejectedly, “Said I was sorry, daddy. It’s just— the oven was so hot and I forgot I’m not allowed to use big girl words— it just came out, I swear.”

Ari sighs, methodically flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties down, and he can’t help but squeeze the bare flesh of your ass. “Well, that’s another strike, because you shouldn’t be using the oven without supervision anyways.”

You pout, “b-but I’m your wife— how else am I supposed to cook for you? Ow!”

Ari gives your ass a firm slap, admiring how it jiggles, “Don’t get sassy with me, honey. You’re my wife but you’re also my baby. And what have I told you about babies?”

You hang your head dejectedly and recite: “babies like me aren’t allowed to do big girl things without daddy’s permission.”

“Good girl.” Ari strokes your hair back, petting your head like you’re his puppy, and you can’t help but lean up into his touch. “Now, baby. I want you to count every spank, and thank daddy after each one. Got it?”

Your lower lip quivers but you try to be brave, “Y-Yes, daddy.”

SMACK.

“O-One. Thank you, daddy.”

You grimace, biting your lip to keep from crying out loud. And Ari’s really enjoying himself, squeezing and groping at your sizzling flesh after every few spanks, as if he can’t help himself. He even presses his lips down on the sensitive flesh of your ass cheek, kissing you softly before landing another harsh smack.

“Look at your little baby ass, practically begging for a good old-fashioned spanking.” Ari murmurs, jiggling your cheek lewdly and making you wince because it hurts so much. “Baby wives like you need their daddies to keep them in check like this every once in a while, don’t you agree, honey?”

SMACK.

“T-Ten, thank you, daddy! I agree!” You cry, silently begging for mercy yet at the same time wiggling downwards, unable to keep still because the rough denim of his jeans feels so good against your throbbing pussy.

“Now look at you, wet from a spanking and humping your baby pussy on daddy’s leg like a little bunny in heat.” Another spank, and another one, and now you’ve lost count. “And in front of all your little stuffed animals too? You must feel so ashamed.”

You tearfully glance at all your stuffies, longing to have your stuffed rabbit, Floppy, in your arms to comfort you. Instead, you receive another series of hard slaps, the lewd sound of the smacks echoing around the room.

“Apologise to them too.” Ari orders you, voice dripping with authority and sick lust. “C’mon, honey. Apologise to your little stuffies for being such a naughty baby with a potty mouth.” He slaps your upper thigh and you hiss in pain, “Tell your little friends what a bad girl you are.”

“I’m a bad girl!” You cry desperately, unable to lock eyes with the toys, feeling silly and ashamed and humiliated all at once. “I’m sorry, stuffies and I’m sorry, daddy! Won’t ever swear again, please!”

A final slap and then Ari’s pulling you upright, gathering you in his arms while you sob into his chest. “There, there, baby.” He coos, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair back, “Daddy had to do it. How else will little babies like you ever learn the rules?”

More kisses, more fondling, and he even licks up the stray tears falling down your cheeks.

“I know you’re just a baby and it’s confusing for you to remember all our rules— but that’s why you need daddy. I don’t want to hear another swear word come out of your mouth, you got that, honey? And no going near the oven, either. It’s dangerous for babies.”

You sniffle and nod, feeling especially small — as if you truly are his baby — as Ari cuddles you. Readily, you accept his thumb when he pushes it against your lips, sucking on it noisily to calm yourself down from the whole ordeal you’ve just gone through. Your ass feels like it’s on fire but you know that your daddy knows best.

“That’s my good little baby,” Ari coos, pinching your cheek and holding you close. And it’s crazy how he’s made you so addicted to his babying, to the point where you physically need him to act like this with you — especially after harsh punishments like this.

“Curtis.” Your eyes widen at Ari’s suddenly gruff tone, and your blood runs cold when you see your husband’s right hand man step out of the shadows in the corner of the room.

Had he been there this whole time?

“Cancel my meetings for today. My wife is being particularly needy.” He gestures down at you lying mortified in his lap, trying to push your skirt back down as you desperately continue to suck on your daddy’s thumb.

“Got it, boss.” The buzzcut-haired man nods and leaves, and Ari turns his attention back to you.

“Next time you break one of daddy’s rules, I’ll spank you in front of all my men, you got that?” He shoved his thumb further into your mouth, choking you slightly as your eyes begin to water, but he’s got the same loving look on his face.

“My little baby… soon enough I’ll have you trained to know all of my rules, even if it’s too much for your little baby brain to handle.”

THE END

AHHHH PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! I wrote majority of this at the airport then finished it just now!!

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when they call you dumb as a compliment 🥴🥴🥴

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i love when girls get all affectionate and needy when they're sleepy. cutest thing ever

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pretending to like aaron hotchner in a “oh yeah he’s pretty cool” kind of way rather than a “i would crawl through the desert, walk over hot coals, sell my soul to the devil to make him real” kind of way is tiring huh

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Very torn between “Queen Elizabeth is a colonizer” and “but I do want her to outlive her stupid son”

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Imagine daddy Ari, taking any opportunity he can to baby you. Like you forgot he had the keys to apartments and in the middle of the night you spring up in bed hearing your floor boards creak. Ari finds you hiding under the bed with your stuffy he pulls your out and tries to convince you this is why you need to move in with him. He makes you cockwarm him while you sit in his lap hugging him.

Oooh yes, I can imagine daddy!Ari making you do “big girl cuddles” with him, which basically is the same as regular cuddling except you have to cockwarm him the whole time. And Ari’s just babying you sooo much throughout the big girl cuddles, kissing all over your face and telling you what a good, obedient little baby you are and how daddy will always take care of you and just ugh😩

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is the sun bothering you my king?

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🥹🥹🥹

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WHY AM I DYING

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reader and alpha daddy (whoever)? Making a nest and getting praise for it?? Stretching out in the nest while I’m getting praise for the nest I’ve made?? I just need a daddy and someone to present to and I wanna be in heat with said someone. I’m thinking “like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do” but with reader

“Sweetheart…you did all this? Huh? You did all this for us?”

The moment Daddy utters the endearment is the moment cotton candy begins to filter into your mind, that sweet, fluffy cloud you’ll soon float away on. You dig your toes into the carpet beneath your feet, chin ducking at the tone of your Alpha’s voice, the way his pleased scent follows his words. Looking down at your bare legs, knowing your frame is draped in only one of your Daddy’s shirts, adds to the headiness of the moment.

Even proud of your nest, even standing in front of it, all you can manage is a squeak. But that won’t do for Daddy. He slowly begins to close the distance between the two of you, incredibly aware of your fragile state, always so careful with you.

“My sweet baby,” Alpha coos, the throaty beginnings of a purr sticking to his words in a way that makes you whimper in response. “Spent all day makin’ this beautiful nest for us, didn’t you? You got everything you need? You need Daddy to go get’chu anything else?”

You shake your head with another soft noise, eager to move where Alpha wants, to look up into his fond eyes when he reaches to tap under your chin, hands cupping your jaw when you immediately obey. You want to say that Alpha already had everything you needed, that Alpha is perfect, but all you can manage is a chirp as your hands slip under his shirt, fingers digging into the warm and fuzzy skin of his belly.

“God, you’re so perfect, Omega,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your cheek before pulling back. “Show Daddy your nest, show me what you made for us.”

You know what Alpha means by this, what he likes to see once you’ve put every piece of your nest exactly where you want it to go. You press your own kiss to the underside of his chin, steady yourself as you take a step back, first one and then another. Your eyelids droop when your knee hits your nest first, Alpha’s croon of encouragement feeling like warm honey dripping down your spine.

Soft, you’ve made this nest so soft, brought out all the sheets and blankets that are reserved for your heat only. It smells like Daddy, pieces of his clothes and his own pillow stashed perfectly away, right where they need to be. It smells like the two of you together and there’s no better smell in the world.

You stretch out on your back first, reaching for your softest blanket and tucking it under your nose. The urge to arch your back is one you must give into immediately, spreading your legs and digging your bottom into your nest. Alpha groans, noise going right to your core, right to your cunt, slick beginning to leak into your nest already.

“Oh, sugar. Look at’chu, look at this perfect nest. Perfect just like you, isn’t it? Goddamn…”

Your mewl is noisy, is one that has been building and festering. Daddy likes it, responds to it with his own warm noise as you begin to roll over, Alpha’s noise morphing into a, “That’s it, show Daddy. Show him where you’re hurtin’, baby…”

Your noises only grow as you press your chest to your nest, as you dip your back into a well-practiced arch. You spread your legs because it feels so good, whimpering into the feeling of presenting, of showing out for Daddy. When Alpha’s purr reaches your ears, your breaths audibly hitch in your chest, overwhelmed by your feelings of love and need.

“Daddy…Alpha…”

“Omega, sweetheart. Can I join you? Can Daddy join you in this perfect nest?”

You manage to look back over your shoulder, whining at the sight of your bare backside on full display, of Daddy’s bulge so very prominent in his shorts. You can tell by where Alpha’s eyes are locked on that slick leaks copiously from your cunt at the sight you're greeted with.

“Yes, want…want you here, want you—”

Daddy doesn’t wait, takes the few steps necessary and kneels beside you into your nest, groaning in appreciation at the cloud-like feeling of it, of your warm flesh under his palms.

“Daddy’s gonna take real good care’a you, sweetheart. Just like you made this nest for us, such a pretty nest, Daddy’s gonna make sure you get everything you need just like I always do. Alpha always takes care’a you, doen’t he? Mhmm, takes the best care’a you. Gonna take care of you now, gonna give this pretty, little body what its achin’ for…”

With Alpha’s big hands stroking down the line of your back where you want him most, his words of praise in your ear, his musky scent filling your nest, you mewl appreciatively once more before you let the cotton candy take over your mind entirely and float away.

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kinktober day 21- a/b/o

alpha!remus lupin x omega!fem!reader. a/b/o dynamics, knotting, pressure points/marking/mating bites, casual discussions of sex, sex is kinda normalized (at least amongst the marauders), d/s, praise, cockwarming (kinda, but rlly just knotting), smoking

“You two done in there?” Sirius calls through the door, his voice barely audible through your cotton stuffed ears. You’re still floating in post orgasmic bliss, the effects drawn out by the fact that Remus’s knot is still swollen inside you, and you’re sitting in his lap with your chest against his. You nuzzle into his neck, whining when he raises his voice to respond.

“Yeah, we’re done! Come on in.” With his permission Sirius turns the doorknob and waltzes inside the boys’ shared dorm, James close behind. You don’t look up from where you’re cuddled into Remus, unfazed by the two males seeing your nude form.

“Sounded like you lot had fun.” Sirius quips as he sits heavily on his bed, grinning at Remus and waggling his brows. Remus chuckles, the low sound reverberating through his chest, and his large hand rubs up and down your back.

“Sure did. The little one was good t’night- has been ever since I set her straight the other day.” He says with a smirk, hand stroking down from your back to your bum that he’d spanked raw two days prior. James laughs.

“‘M not surprised, she couldn’t sit till this morning.”

“It’s what she needed. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Remus murmurs, looking down at your dozing form.

“Yes, alpha.” You immediately respond, fingers curling around his sides. Sirius scoffs.

“She’s only sayin’ that cause she’s drunk on your cock, mate.” The raven haired male scorns around the cigarette he’s lighting in his mouth. Remus rolls his eyes.

“She’d say it anyway. She’s m’good girl.” He insists, giving the top of your head a kiss.

The three continue conversing and you tune out their voices, content to succumb to the fog in your mind as you sit in Remus’s lap, your skin against his, filled with his cum while you wait for his knot to slowly go down.

Eventually, though, you do start to get antsy- it feels like hours have passed, and you’re tired of being in the same position- so you squirm. The action makes Remus’s cock shift inside you, and his large knot tugs at your tender entrance, making you whimper.

“Shh, sit still, bunny.” Remus mutters, one hand grasping your shoulder while his other arm wraps around your waist to hold you in place. “Gotta wait for it t’go down, alright?”

You only whine louder, continuing to squirm, and Remus sighs. Knowing you’re too fucked out to listen to reason, he just tightens his arm around you and rubs between your shoulder blades, attempting to calm you.

“She gettin’ fussy?” Sirius pipes up, watching the display with light amusement. Remus hums his assent.

“Still got a good fifteen minutes till my knot’s down.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head in an attempt to sate you. In your bleary desire to change positions, you continue to squirm.

“Give her mark a bite, mate. That’ll calm her down.” James suggests.

Quizzically Remus leans down, and when you feel him nosing along your jawline, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin, your crane your head back, instinctively baring your neck to him.

You feel his teeth against your tender glans, pointed canines digging gently into the flesh he’d first bitten to claim you. You immediately go lax against him, the nip sending a wave of calm over you. Remus laughs at the way you’ve become a rag doll in his lap.

“That’s a good omega.” He murmurs, reaching up to thumb over the area he’d just bitten, making you keen softly. “I’ll have to remember that trick.”

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not sure if this is overboard, but obsessive dark (maybe mafia) ex-husband!ari hiring a friend of his to rough his ex-wife!reader up to scare her back into his arms is 😵‍💫

like maybe it took sooo long to get him to sign those papers, but just when u think you're free from him and his bullshit, you're right back to him and the soft, manipulative sex after...

sorry if this didn't make sense lol

Pairing: ex-husband!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

Warnings: dark!Ari, smut, daddy kink, dd/lg, babying, dubcon, cheating, inappropriate use of a stuffed animal.

Summary: Your daddy ex-husband, Ari, takes care of you after a scary encounter.

“It was awful!” You sob, tears flowing down your face. And you’re so overwhelmed that you don’t even notice Ari scooping you up onto his lap. “Oh, Ari! The scary man, he just grabbed me! I tried to fight him off, b-but—”

“But you’re just a little baby girl.” Ari completes, encasing you in his warm embrace where you can’t help but bury your face in his chest. He’s so big and broad and familiar. You know you shouldn’t be letting yourself get this close to him, but you’re so scared that you can’t help it.

“My poor baby,” He coos, blue eyes filled with concern as he brushes your hair back and rains your face with kisses. And you should put a stop to this, you really should. But something stops you, his voice so beguiling, “See, this is what happens when naive little girls like you go out by yourself.”

You hiccup, finally noticing how you’re in Ari’s lap, how he’s tracing shapes on your bare thighs and hugging you close against him. You gulp — isn’t this wrong? He’s your ex-husband, and you’re pretty sure he has a girlfriend now who lives with him. Where is she anyways?

“M-Maybe we shouldn’t be this close.” You try to scoot off his lap but Ari holds on to you tightly.

“Don’t be like that, baby. I know you’re scared, and you need your daddy to kiss it all better like how I did before.” Ari continues to press his lips against your face, and you also feel his thumb graze against your nipple through your top, but that was probably accidental, right?

“B-But what if your girlfriend walks in?” You blink up at him.

“She’ll understand that you’re my baby girl and it’s my priority to take care of you and make sure you’re safe.” Ari says importantly, suddenly standing up with you still in his arms. And like a koala, you cling to him — as if you really are his little baby and he’s your daddy.

“And look at you, shaking like a leaf because you went out at night by yourself. You know I don’t like that, baby. If you were still my wife, I’d make sure you had a strict curfew, have you safe at home and in my bed before sunset.” All you can do is gape at him as he begins to carry you up the grand staircase. “In fact, I think you need to stay in my bed tonight, where I can keep an eye on you.”

Your jaw drops, “N-No, Ari, we can’t do that! That’s too inappropriate. Besides, where would your girlfriend sleep?”

Ari rolls his eyes, “She’ll sleep in the guest room. She understands how important you are to me, sweet girl, and how my first priority is keeping you safe.”

“B-But—”

“Shhh, no buts, sweetie.” Ari’s pushes his thumb gently past your lips, and you instinctively suck down on his digit, “Mm, that’s right sweet baby, just keep quiet and suck on daddy’s thumb, just like how you used to.” And it’s true, back when he was your husband, often Ari would make you suck his thumb to calm you down — and it usually worked.

You keep your mouth shut for a bit after that, tired eyes drinking in the inside of Ari’s mansion, and all the weird men that loiter downstairs — Ari’s workers. One of them has a buzzcut just like the scary man who’d grabbed you on the street earlier…

Ari takes you up to his room, and your mind can’t help but go blank when he babies you this much. He insists on brushing your teeth for you, sitting you down on the bathroom counter. And then he changes you himself, not letting you lift a finger while he puts one of his old shirts on you. And you feel so snuggly and safe in the huge shirt that smells like him, so you don’t object as he carries you over to his king-sized bed.

“And look who you left behind when you moved out.” Ari opens one of his drawers and whips out a white stuffed rabbit, with floppy ears and a pink bow-tie and glassy blue eyes, and your heart skips a beat.

“Floppy,” you murmur softly, making grabby hands almost immediately because it’s your favourite stuffie. But it’s strange — you definitely remember packing Floppy with you when you’d first moved out of Ari’s house. And then a few months into living alone, and the little stuffie had disappeared. How had he ended up here?

Ari tosses the stuffie into your arms before getting into bed next to you, “I was meaning to return him to you, but you know how busy I am.”

You cuddle into Floppy and nod, “I understand, daddy.” You’re not quite sure what it is that Ari does, but he’s always ordering his men around and having important meetings and sometimes he goes on special business trips. He’d never told you details about his job even when you were married, always insisting that baby wives like you had no business worrying about adult stuff like jobs.

Ari wraps his huge arms around you, pulling you into him under the covers, “Let daddy hug you, baby. You must still be so scared.”

“Can Floppy have a hug too?” You can’t help but ask babyishly. It’s your body’s natural response to Ari when he’s babying you like this. And living by yourself all these months since the divorce, you’ve had to step up and take care of yourself — and things can get very stressful sometimes. But in Ari’s arms, all your worries and fears seem to dissipate.

“Of course Floppy can cuddle with us too.” Ari says kindly, and you love how soft and nice he is to you. Others in town find Ari to be a very scary and intimidating man — but you can’t seem to understand why. It’s probably because of his job, but you have no idea what he does so there’s nothing you can say about it.

“My little baby, safe in daddy’s arms again,” Ari murmurs, pressing kisses to the top of your head. And you’re sure it’s accidental, but you can feel his hard bulge pressing against you as he hugs you close. It makes you squirm — maybe later he’ll visit his girlfriend in the guest-room to relieve his, uh, problem?

“Daddy, your beard tickles.” You giggle, because now he’s nuzzling his face against your neck. Playfully, you try to push him away but he seems adamant on getting as close to you as possible, hugging every part of your body close to him and shallowly thrusting against you.

“Shhh, baby, stop pushing me. Daddy missed you so much.” More kisses, more seemingly innocent fondling. You feel his fingers brush against your nipple. He grabs Floppy from your arms, a mischievous glint in his eye, “This little guy missed you too. And look, he wants to give you some special stuffie kisses.”

You gulp. Special stuffie kisses were something private and kind of naughty. Definitely not an appropriate activity between two exes. But Ari’s adamant, making Floppy “kiss” you down your chest and past your stomach before pressing the stuffie between your legs.

“M-Maybe you shouldn’t do this, Ari.” You whisper softly, and you’re so ashamed because you don’t want him to stop at all.

“I’m not doing anything, honey.” Ari blinks down at you, not even trying to hide the full-blown look of lust on his face. “Your stuffie’s just excited to see you. Now spread your legs further, Floppy wants to give you your special kisses down there.”

You bite your lip as Ari presses the stuffed animal against your mound, only the thin material of your panties shielding your private parts from the stuffie and how Ari moves it against you.

“Dumb baby, see how you’re getting Floppy’s fur all wet?” Ari can’t seem to hide the dark glee in his tone as he continues to rub the stuffed animal against you, and you’re mortified as you ashamedly rut straight back into it. “What’s got you so wet, honey?”

“Daddy,” you mewl softly, wanting to cry because you haven’t felt Ari’s intimate touch in so long. (Except last week — when he’d fingered your asshole to “check if it was still healthy.” You were lucky to have such a caring and smart ex-husband as him — he hadn’t even gotten angry when you’d accidentally squirted all over his thigh).

“That’s right, honey. I’m your daddy.” Ari mutters darkly, watching with hooded eyes as your wrap your thighs tightly around the stuffie and his hand, whimpering helplessly as he dry humps you with the stuffed animal.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“G-Good,” you answer immediately, bucking your hips up to create more of that delicious friction, “Feels good daddy. Know it’s wrong but don’t wanna stop!”

“I know, honey.” Ari croons, his other hand slipping up to fondle and squeeze your breast — and you’re too busy humping against the stuffie to even notice. “Dumb babies like you can’t help but get horny when you’re in daddy’s bed. It’s only natural, and daddy will always be here to help you out.”

He’s somehow moved your sopping panties aside, and Floppy’s fur catching against your clit feels so sinfully good.

“That’s right honey, rub your little baby cunt all over your stuffie. Fuck, you look so cute like this, sexy little baby pussy making such a big mess. But that’s okay, you’re just a little baby. My baby. All mine.”

“Yours!” You agree desperately, clinging to him and so far gone that you don’t even notice the possessive kisses he’s sponging against your neck, pulling you flush against his huge body, squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples lewdly.

Ari grips your neck, squeezing just enough so that it hurts. His lips hover close to your ear, his voice a menacing whisper, “Daddy’s never gonna let you go.”

The force of your orgasm has you clutching Ari hard, tears streaming down your face as you squirt all over poor Floppy, your juices soaking into the now sticky fur. And Ari’s still moving the stuffed animal against your spasming pussy, grinding Floppy against you as you ride out your high.

“Good girl.” Ari praises you, stroking your hair back, “always such a good girl for me, so pretty, innocent and well-behaved. Daddy loves you so much, honey. More than anyone else in the world.”

“Love you too, daddy.” You mumble, suddenly so exhausted as you cuddle up against his big, warm body. You try not to think about his girlfriend in the guest room, or what you and him have just done. And it’s easy to forget when Ari pushes his thumb past your lips once more, and you suck it noisily with satisfaction.

THE END

Aaah!!! This was just a concept of a potential fic and I kind of got carried away!!! Please do let me know what you think!!!

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romance books: she was teensy so itty bitty just a little dust spec of a human compared to his jolly green giant size. her polly pocket pussy shuddered at the thought of taking his giant horsecock. he towered over her like a cryptid and can barely fit into chairs they all look like little doll chairs when he sits in them and she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding for twelve minutes as she sits down and kicks her teeny feet that cant touch the ground bc the ground is so far away bc shes so small and thinks about comparing her little mouse hands with his big giant ones.

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you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch

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