#ari levinson × woc!reader

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The Anatomy of an Orgasm

Summary: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari...

Warnings: Light Angst, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Oral Sex (fem rec), Fake Orgasms, Stubborn Reader, Hurt Feelings, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84. Takes place early in Ari and Bird's relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

When you think back to the early days of your relationship, one thing that always surprises you is just how perceptive this man could be sometimes – especially when it came to you. Even now, that man continues to watch you like a hawk, taking in your every movement. 

And listening to your every word.

You know it’s because he’s trying to anticipate your needs. Every day he wakes up, Ari Levinson strives to be the man you need him to be. Your safety and security are of paramount importance to him. He’s the type of man to take on your worries as his own. The type of man to help you master your fears. Over time he’s become more than just your champion. He’s also your biggest cheerleader. 

Which is why there’s this expectation that now exists between the two of you – one forged by trust, as well as honest and open communication. And while this is something that seems to come easy to your bounty hunter, sometimes it proves to be a little more challenging for you. 

It’s hard not to bottle everything up. It’s natural for you to simply stuff things down and wait until everything exploded later.

Because up until this point, you’d never had someone with whom you could share the weight of your world – even though Ari continues to show you that nothing is too much for his broad shoulders to carry. 

Tonight you’re lying in bed on your back, your legs draped over Ari’s muscled shoulders. His handsome face is currently buried between your thighs while he makes a meal out of your pussy. Your spine arches when you feel him suck your swollen clit between his lips, applying just pressure to have your eyes rolling back in your head. 

Or at least it would…if you could get yourself to relax enough to actually enjoy it.

“Taste so good, baby.” Your man rasps once he releases you, taking a moment to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss along the curve of your inner thigh.

“Uh huh.” You mumble, throwing your arm over your eyes as he gets back to his dessert. 

Ari nuzzles your dripping cunt with the tip of his nose, growling when he’s rewarded with a soft whine from you. And you can’t stop your hips from bucking when he slowly spears two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in time with his wicked tongue. 

Any other time you would’ve been well on your way to your second orgasm, if not coasting along to your third. But every time you try to give over the pleasure, your traitorous mind keeps deciding to wander...

Sales at the bookstore were down this month. And the latest series, featuring a brand new, up-and-coming author, hadn’t performed anywhere near as well as you’d initially thought it would. Which was surprising to say the least – especially since the woman had spent the last month being featured on virtually every single morning daytime talk show that promised her an audience. 

And then there was all the shit you had on backorder. Items that were effectively stuck in limbo until the day they finally arrived on your doorstep. Hopefully sometime before next year.

You remind yourself to moan when Ari picks up his pace, your hips writhing beneath him as you try to hide the fact you’re becoming increasingly distracted. But try as you might, the disconnect between your mind and your body only continues to grow. 

A sharp cry escapes your throat when you feel his fingers curl, delicately stroking that special place inside you that normally made sparks dance behind your eyes. 

“That’s it, little Bird.” Ari grunts, his eager tongue lashing against your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Wanna taste it.”

Yeah, there was no way you were gonna get there tonight. Not like this. 

“Give it to me, baby.” He orders again. “Right fuckin’ now.” 

At a loss for what else to do, you bear down, desperately clenching around him in what you hope is a believable performance. “Oh god, Beast!” You repeat the action again and again, making sure to accompany it with several breathy little sighs.

“Wow.” You breathe once Ari finally releases his grip on your hips. Now that you’re free, you quickly scoot away and begin searching for your discarded panties, which wasn’t typical behavior for you. You were more the type that preferred to bask in bliss.

But not tonight. Because you’d just faked an orgasm with this gorgeous man.

Right now you felt sweaty and awkward, and you needed space to breathe. You refuse to even look in Ari’s direction as you hastily begin to redress, lest he see right through you. 

"That was great." You mumble lamely.

“What are you–where are you goin’?” A pang of guilt hits you when you note the confusion in his tone. 

“Huh?” You slip his t-shirt over your head. He wouldn’t mind that you were leaving him half-naked, since he was wearing his boxer briefs. “I’m just gonna…go clean up. Maybe work off some of this excess energy.”

That last sentence has you inwardly face palming. What a stupid thing to say to a man like Ari Levinson. 

“Hey, come back here a second…” You watch out of the corner of your eye as he sits up in bed. At times like this you were reminded that the man in your bed was also a detective, which meant he came equipped with a sixth sense for bullshit. 

Mainly yours.

“Stay here and relax.” You tell him, making your way towards the door. “I just…know I won’t be able to sleep knowing I left behind a sink full of dirty dishes.” 

“C’mere first.”

Shaking your head, you head for the stairs. At that moment, even the underlying authority in his voice wasn’t enough to make you obey. You always seemed to find a sense of calm when you cleaned. Fingers crossed that it worked tonight.

You’re gifted with a whopping ten minutes to yourself before you hear your man lumbering down the stairs. Rinsing a plate under hot water, you hope that he’s only stopping in for a glass of water and not because he wants to talk. 

Grimacing, you move on to the next soiled piece of dishware, scrubbing vigorously. Your back remains turned, just as it had upstairs. Perhaps if you avoided eye contact he would simply grab his beverage and go on his merry way. 

“Bird.” 

Your beloved pet name rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. However, you refuse to look at him, seemingly content to focus on the task at hand. 

“Clean glasses are in the cupboard.” 

“Hey.“ You startle when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by the soft skim of lips along the curve of your ear. “Stop.” 

“But I’m not done.” You mumble, blinking back tears for some stupid reason you can’t quite name. “Everything needs to be dried and put away. I haven’t swept or wiped anything down. And it’s been a couple days since I mopped.”

“Baby, your kitchen is always spotless. Now I’m askin’ you to dry your hands and come talk to me.”

“I’m not sure we have anything to talk about.” You hedge, wishing he’d just leave you be – even as you dutifully move to do as he requests.

“Yeah?” Ari gives you a comforting squeeze, willing you to relax against his bare chest. “Well, you could start by explainin’ just what what the hell happened back in bed.”

“Nothing happened.”

“My entire goddamned point.” Comes his gruff response. “That wasn’t you back there, baby.”

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” Squirming out of his embrace, you attempt to put some distance between you and him using your kitchen island as a buffer.

Ari sighs, tipping back his head to briefly stare at the ceiling. His big body remains tense as he struggles to get you to open up and tell him the truth. “Was I too rough with you? Are you…are you sore?”

That familiar pang of guilt returns full-force now, because of course your sweet Beast would be the kind of man to blame himself for the issues you’d experienced in the bedroom. It was just who he was. 

“No.” You swiftly respond before wrapping your arms around your middle. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly. I–I was focused on the kitchen. But I swear I’ll make it up to you.” And now you feel even worse for having abandoned him with a hard-on.

“Why are you fuckin’ lying to me?”

“I-I’m not.”

Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you watch his demeanor change. His clouded blue eyes narrow as his nostrils flare, followed by that signature tick in his jaw. 

“Tell me you didn’t just fake it with me earlier. Look my in the eyes and fuckin’ tell me you gave something real back in that bed and I’ll leave it alone.”

You immediately avert your gaze. Because you honestly didn’t have it in your heart to keep lying to this man. He deserved better. And frankly, so did you. 

“Eyes on me, Bird.” He orders, demanding your full attention. “Open up that pretty mouth and start talkin’.” Sometimes this man had the patience of a saint. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally admit, wincing as the words come pouring out. “You weren’t supposed to–” You clamp your mouth shut and force yourself to pivot. “I didn’t think you’d be able to tell.”

Ari is quiet for a moment as confusion and disappointment radiate from his much larger form. 

“Why’d you do it?” 

“I’m sorry.” Unsure of what to do with all your nervous energy, you remove the tie from your hair to run your fingers through your curls. “I–I’ve never done it before. And I shouldn’t have done it tonight. I…” You glance down at your bare toes, wishing that the ground would simply open up and swallow you whole where you stood.

“Eyes.” Ari demands, making you jump slightly. “Damn it, baby. We’re gonna have a hell of a time making this shit work if you go mute every time there’s an issue.”

“It has nothing to do with you!” You manage to stop yourself just short of screaming. “I already said I was sorry, okay? Like, what more do you want from me?”

“And I want you to tell me when you suddenly decided to fake your pleasure with me!” He snarls, his brawny arms crossing his chest. “You claim you’ve never done it before. So what the hell made tonight so special?”

Yeah, he was fucking pissed. And what’s worse is that he had every reason to be. Because you’d hurt him. 

“Unless you’re lying to me. Again.” He continues when you refuse to answer. 

“I’m not.” You sniffle, dragging a weary hand across your face. “What you and I have – swear to God, Beast – it’s amazing. Explosive. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to handle.” When all you receive is a grunt for your trouble, you take that as permission to keep going. 

“And tonight was no exception, it’s just…” You pause long enough to steady your breathing. “It felt like my body and my brain were totally disconnected. And no matter how hard I tried to relax and let myself feel good, I just couldn’t.”

Ari continues to stare you down as that tick in his jaw continues to work overtime.

“I’ve faked it before, with the others. Th–they didn’t know.” Neither Mason, nor the only other man you’d ever been with had seemed to notice whenever you’d been less than honest with them in bed.

“So you didn't think that I'd know. Jesus Christ.” He hisses, bracing himself on the edge of the counter. “Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I ain’t them.” He levels you with a hard look. “I know you, know your body. I’ve memorized what you look like when you cum, the little noises you make, the way your gorgeous body bends and your pretty toes curl.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he speaks, which is why you fail to notice when he begins to round the corner – like a predator stalking his prey.

“I know what you taste like on my tongue. Know what it feels like to have that greedy pussy gush around me while your heels dig into my back. Even when you tap out, you best be sure that she always wants more.”

When you open your eyes it’s to see Ari looming over you. But you’re not intimidated, because deep down you know he would never hurt you, even though you’d just hurt him. However, you’re surprised when he reaches up to cup your face with both hands.

“I know these things…” Your bounty hunter rasps, his voice sounding almost hoarse. “Because I know you. I know my woman.” A lone tear falls, slowly gliding its way down your check before Ari dashes it away with his thumb.

“It wasn’t you, Beast.” You rush to reassure him, even as you move to bury your face in the wall of his sculpted chest. “I’ve just been so worried about the store – it’s been a slow month. And I’m still waiting on an order from two months ago. And tonight it was like no matter how much I tried to forget and refocus…I just couldn’t.”

“Hmph.” He grunts, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Why do you think I’m always on your stubborn little ass to talk to me?”

“I know.” Your words come out muffled. 

“If you’re not in the mood, or there’s too much going on in the beautiful brain, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me about it.” Without warning, he lifts you with impressive ease to set you on the counter. 

“I know.” Another tear escapes, but Ari is quick to wipe it away. “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me how?” He scoffs, briefly resting his forehead against your own.

“If you want sex and I don’t or I can’t, then –” 

“Then I’ll handle that shit like a man.” Ari swiftly interrupts. “Baby, it’s like you breathe in my general direction and I’m fuckin’ hard. But if the moment’s not working for you, either because you’re tired or you got worries, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me. Don’t fake an orgasm to try and soothe my ego.”

Wordlessly you nod as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. You feel yourself relax when he pulls you into his warm embrace. It was the first time you’d been able to do so all evening. 

“It won’t happen again. Just…please don’t leave tonight.” Your voice sounds so small and fragile it takes you by surprise. 

“Aw, I ain’t goin’ anywhere, pretty Bird.” One of his hands begins to rub soothing circles along your lower back. Later, you would learn that that thought had never even crossed his mind. “Consider this water under a fuckin’ bridge.” 

You continue holding each other for a while longer, content to bask in the comforting silence. If there was never any doubt as to why you were coming to care so deeply for this man, those thoughts had all been dashed tonight.

In fact, if you weren’t careful, you just might be tempted to fall in love with this man. 

“C’mon back upstairs.” Ari murmurs a little while later, but not before capturing your lips with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you into a shower, I’ll even help you wash your hair.” 

At his urging, you'd shown him how to do a quick co-wash a couple weeks ago, and now he was hooked. Not that you were complaining.

“Okay.” You nod, unable to stop yourself from melting.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk about the shop. Maybe brainstorm some ideas about how to fix things, or at least cushion the blow.” Again you nod, feeling more at peace with the world than you had the last several days. 

Reaching for your hand, you lace your fingers through his and allow yourself to be led back up the stairs, leaving the dishes and the rest of your chores undone. You had more important things to see to, right now. 

And, perhaps, a little more apologizing to do.

END

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pinboard¦ playlist¦ dividers¦ wc:14k ¦ paring: Dark!Frat!Alpha!Ari x Alpha!Omega?Reader

warnings: Misogyny, sexism, Rape! Non con! Breeding kink! blood, fighting, violence, forced impregnation, power imbalance, size difference, Ari being very mean, Manipulation, depression, yandere, obsession, Bucky and Curtis being assholes too, forced oral (m), being recorded without consent.

This is a very dark fic so please be aware of that before reading! This is my first commission too! <3 This is the alpha version! :)

Everyone knew Ari. How could they not? With a striking 6’6 figure, well toned with muscles that would make any woman shiver at the sight of the hunky man. All embodied with the face that would seem like it’s from a Greek god with a body to match. Gorgeous chocolate brown hair that was always swept back from his face yet still long enough to frame his angular face. A beard to match, making him look older than he was, an aura of maturity and grace in everything he did, no matter how simple. All matched with the most beautiful brown eyes that would glow like honey in the sunlight or darken like a black void when he laid his eyes on something he desired, which would only ever be you. The feisty Alpha that he was determined to bring to her knees, turn you into what you were meant to be, an omega. That’s what a woman was designed to be, and yet you defied his logic, and he just couldn’t stand it. You made his nose wrinkle in disgust at the fact you didn’t submit; how you carried yourself would make him curl his hand up into a fist. You were simply wrong to him.

It wasn’t just his looks that made him so well known, everything about him drew people in. He was the head Hockey Player, he had never lost a game and he prided himself on that. And in return so did everyone else, their champion who would always win a match. Then afterwards throw a raging party that left everyone filled with regret or empty memories. Especially the omega’s, they would enter these parties and leave defiled by whatever alpha had gotten them. There were rumours that Ari had participated in this but it was never backed up as he would often brag about how he would never accept such a tainted slut that got drunk and spread their legs so easily, he believed in true mates and that he would find his woman and put her in her rightful place. On her knees sucking his cock while the dinner was cooking and the baby was sleeping upstairs safely in the nursery all while living in a beautiful house he bought with a pretty white picket fence. He was traditional to an extreme amount. Despite that though, it didn’t stop him from sexting every girl on campus, only getting nudes to stroke his cock to while he imagined breaking in your tight, disobedient cunt and making you cry from the stretch of his knot breaking your will.

And you despised him, He was nothing but an asshole who needed to be put in his place, All he did was play with girls online coaxing sweet, innocent omegas to open their hearts to him online before he exploited them and left wanting more and forever empty. He had broken your dorm mates heart, a sweet girl called Vera, she was studying art and she fell hard for Ari. He had so many promises to her but they were left in the dust like she was as well as the other omegas. All he wanted was to look at these willing women and picture how willing you would be if he broke your place and he was going to. You were a strong alpha woman, you were proud of that too. You rose above the rest and set an example of how women should be. You were paving the way for independence and respect step by step.

You were studying business and you were doing amazing at it, to the point that you were over achieving. Or well you would be if it wasn’t for the bear of a man that took the class with you. He gave you a run for your money, he would always one up you in class. He was smug in everything he did. Crowding your space, stealing pens so you had nothing to write with, critiquing your notes whenever he could. And the worst part was that the teacher did nothing. He has disregarded it as it being Alpha playfulness when it was Ari’s systematic way to oppress you and it was working. Every little thing he did kept you busy studying while he breezed through lessons without a care.

That’s how life was for you, always battling Ari. From his darkened gaze when he watched you do anything, his eyes would devour your form no matter what you wore and every time you saw him readjust his half hard cock in his pants with a lazy grin tugging at his lips. He wanted to break you, to have you submit from being an Alpha to an Omega. You wanted him to bow like that pathetic sexist mongrel that he was to you. It was a rivalry to you, a battle of will. To Ari it was a contest, a game that he would win without even breaking a sweat.

Of course there was another reason you despised the Adonis that graced the hallways and that was because he was filthy rich. Spoiled to a degree that he had never worked for anything, he expected it all to just fall into his hands if he just flashed a wad of cash. A luxury you had never experienced as you had grown up from roots that encouraged you to work hard for everything, to earn it so then you would understand the hardships of life. That was the life of a female omega, forced to strive harder than any other kind. You had to battle for everything and you were not giving up now. Which is why when you signed up for this prestige college you knew you had to work until your back ached and your bones were sore. You needed the money.

So you had ended up with a small job at a cafe across the campus, it was simple at first being a waitress, taking any extra shift you could to meet the expenses you faced on the daily and it was smooth sailing. You looked out for the omegas that worked there before it transpired into a friendship between you all. They relied on you to keep them safe during the shifts and you did. Which led to you climbing the ladder to becoming a manager at the cafe. The pay was okay, enough to scrape by while also save some money. Every penny counted, you told yourself and in a way it did, it had gotten you this far after all. Yet your smooth sailing and peace was soon disrupted when the frat alphas heard about it and deemed it a place to harass the omegas. And the leader that led the great conquest was none other than Ari. You assumed that he would be there to use the Omegas yet he never did. He didn’t treat them with respect, but he never laid his hands on them or said anything vile, he would just wear a neutral expression on his face while he watched them work.

Soon his eyes landed in you, just like they did whenever he saw you, drawn like a moth to the light. His deep brown eyes would swallow your form, analysing your every move like it was a chess game. And as time grew, when you moved he did, in the most subtlest of ways. If you went to sort a customer out, in the corner of your eye you would see Ari making his form look bigger, squaring his shoulders and spreading his legs. You noticed every time which was just what he wanted, you couldn’t help but hate him for that for somehow always having your attention.

It was a Tuesday, the sun was just starting to fall and the street lights were flickering on as the darkness stretched down the streets making it known that it was evening. Autumn leaves were piled up on the streets, littering the concrete carpets of the outside world with hints of green, brown, orange and red from the leaves that had fallen from the trees leaving them barren. Inside the cafe, you were cleaning up. Mopping the floors while the 2 omega servers were behind the counter, wiping and cleaning the any spills or excess that had dribbled onto the counter while they handed out coffees or teas throughout the day. You were in your blue mom jeans and a long sleeve black top, you wanted to be warm at this time of year, you couldn’t help but worry for the girls you worked with who all wore skirts, how cold they would be or if an Alpha tried anything.

“Hey, ladies. Why don't you start getting ready to leave. I can hold this place over for the last 30 minutes.” You coo to the girls and their eyes light up. You watch as they quickly scramble up and begin to head to the back to clock out. You huff and put your hand on your hip, it’d be easier to send them home now before it got too dark. You put the mop back into the bucket and wheel it into the back. You see the girls putting their coats on and you smile softly. They beam brightly at you as they walk past nattering away with each other and soon, they leave bidding a sweet good bye.

As you were finally settling the cafe down, preparing it to be closed for the night as the customers were long gone on an autumn night and were probably at home snug in their warm homes watching creepy movies to get in the spirit for Halloween. You knew when you got back to your dorm you would be studying as always, making notes and expanding your ideas by searching things up. While you were in your drifted state of thinking, getting ready for all the notes you would have to take and trying to map out the specific points you would have to make you heard the cafe bell chime. The sweet bell ringing in your head and sweeping you back into the moment, someone was in the cafe and it was time to close. You feel your brain itching with irritation at someone coming in at the last minute just as you were leaving.

You push you hair back from your face before pinning it into a bun with a claw clip and wiping your face with your hands, hoping to wipe the sour look that had graced your face. As you walk out the back to the counter though, the sourness on your face soon reappeared. A look of disgust and disdain shinning in your eyes.

Stood there with his gorgeous brown locks swooped back was Ari. A baby blue button up shirt wrapped around his big muscular form, the sleeves rolled up and clinging to his biceps like a second skin, while he wore a pair of brown pants that hugged his big, meaty thighs. He was slouched onto the counter, his elbow resting on it and his hand balled up as his head rests on it. A smug grin pull at his lips as he sizes you up with his eyes lazily. You see the momentary look of disgust on his face appearing, no doubt from the fact you were a woman and you were working.

“You gonna give me my coffee, mutt?” Ari mutters his dark voice dominating the quietness of the cafe and disturbing your peace fully. You grind your teeth together and before you can utter anything out he beats you to it, further trying to reinstate his dominance over you trying to prove he was the alpha out of you two. “Or you gonna spit in it again? I don’t mind, at least I’ll get to taste you but of course you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? You want me to taste you, to consume you.” You can’t hold yourself back from practically spitting at him, but you knew it would be no good. Not when a foul creature such as him, thrived off it. You take a deep breathe and he decides to stir the pot more, wanting to see you explode, to see you melt with submission. “Do it. Make my coffee, bitch. Follow my commands, you know you want to. You might seem tough but you just want to be ordered around. My little bitch, listening to her alpha like a good girl.”

Each word that leaked out of his mouth without filter spurred you on, you hold your chin up and finally spit back at him a taste of his own poison. “I’m the mutt?” You snort at him as you glare at him from behind the counter, your eyes clashing with his dark brown ones, a silent reprimand that if he didn’t stop that he would face consequences harsher than your words. “Then I guess that makes you the mangy mongrel that follows the status quo because you’re just that desperate for attention that you’ll follow the crowd. You think you’re in charge but you’re not. You’re just a little lost puppy that follows everyone around because you want their approval, you don’t wanna let them down.” You murmur softly but every word was fuelled with spite. You were calm but you wanted to tear him to shreds with soft words.

Ari straightens up, his hulking body stood at his full height and his hands have been rolled into fists. You watch as he flexes his long fingers before they rest down at his sides. A smirk graces his lips again but his eyes are darker, gleaming with menace and his aura is very strong and upset. You had wormed your way under his skin and you were thriving on it. He cracks his jaw and leans his shoulders forward with a terrifying look on his face. It unnerved you, the sick grin on his face and the malice in his eyes.

“Smart words coming from an alpha that would spread her legs for me just as fast as an Omega in heat. You’re gonna be mine, and when you do let me take that tight little cunt you’ll see your place as my slutty little Omega.” He coos to you and you shiver. He said it like it would happen, like it was fate, like it was set in stone. The way he cooed it to you like a lullaby, the calmness that ebbed from his body was horrifying. Your alpha was cowering at him at the pure dominance and certainty in his tone. You gulp and avert your eyes to the till, you don’t look down refusing to submit so much to him. You knew he would see you averting your gaze as a form of submission and looking down would only add fire to his ego.

You tap the price into the till and push the card reader to him and he pulls his card out scanning it. You quickly rush around the cafe and make him a coffee, refusing to spit in it. Especially when his eyes were glued to you. Everything about him gave you goosebumps and you wanted this over, now. So after rushing and making his coffee you hand it to him. Your inner alpha lets out a whimper when Ari wraps his large hand around yours that was clasping the drink. He hums as he scans you, like he could smell your panic. “Good girl.” He says, his deep voice rattling every bone in your body. He takes the drink, his fingers slowly rubbing yours as he pulls away. As he slinks his large form away he turns his head to look at you, a grin on his face and he winks at you before leaving.

The second the door closes you take a deep breath and gaze down at your shaking hand, Ari was bad news and he was planning something. After gathering your thoughts and reaffirming your control before it slips away, you head back to work closing the cafe and trying to focus on the notes you had to write up when you got back to your dorm, but Ari’s lingering scent was etching itself into your brain and the seed had been sewn. The game was officially on.

After that strange little show down between you and Ari, you had studied harder than ever. You just wanted to prove him wrong, that you were stronger than he ever was. That you worked hard and you would never back down. You were a determined girl with her whole life ahead of her and you weren’t going to let female alphas be a laughing stock any more. They were better than the male alphas that seemed to rule the world, you were concise you planned everything out and you had plans. So many ideas and steps to act out on, you’d be damned if you were going to let Ari stand in the way of that.

It had only been a week but you were heading to class. A business major, it was a scarce class with only about 10 students. You had been cursed with Ari being in that class but you refused to let that disrupt your education. As you shuffle down the hall way, your boots hitting the floor in a rhythmic way, you were stopped. There they stood. The alpha’s that you detested with every bone in your body, that made your blood swell and fizzle with hatred. Ari, the head hockey player, stood as tall as ever with a smug grin on his face as he wore his usual flannel that hugged his muscular body.

Followed by Bucky, a well known frat boy who had used nearly any and all omegas that he could get his tight grip on. His dark hair was groomed back and he stood in dark jeans and a leather coat that only just managed to fit his biceps in. He was 5’11 but he was still tall, he fit into the class jester world as he treated everything like it was a huge joke. You would have respected him as he worked hard to get into this college too, but his blatant disrespect for women left a sour taste in your mouth and made it nearly impossible to tolerate the alpha.

Finally, stood at the other side of Ari, was Curtis. Another hockey player that took the sport way too seriously. It was no secret that he had anger issues that he either took out on the other alphas when he was playing or a helpless omega that he would fuck so hard that they wouldn’t walk. His sharp blue eyes could cut through diamonds and his large figure could easily crush you. He towered over you at 6’4, and made you feel small as he was clad in his simple black joggers that hugged his beefy legs and a coat that added more to his size.

You raise an eyebrow at the trio of men before they snicker down at you, “See, I told you. She has bite.” Ari murmurs proudly to his friends, and the second those words left his mouth you could feel their eyes scanning you. You bristled at them all. “Get your fucking eyes on the floor you scumbags.” You say firmly with your chin raised and hell fire brimming in your eyes. Bucky snorted before he laughed hard at you. The sound bouncing off the walls and making your brain ache with frustration. This is why you had to make a difference, so no one would laugh at you the way Buck was now.

Bucky’s brown eyes sweep your form again as a lazy grin settles on his face, “Oh she is feisty.” Bucky practically sings to Ari. Curtis hums as he gazes at you still. You turn your gaze to meet him, a warning glint in your eyes. “She’s cute. I’d tear her apart on my coc-” Curtis mutters before Ari elbows him in the ribs a growl leaving his throat. “I said she’s mine.” Your eye twitches at them. “I’m not yours, mongrel. Watch your tone.” You hiss before you briskly push past the alpha’s and get into your lesson.

After ten minutes and settling into class, you were busy noting everything down. As the professor turns back to his computer to leave everyone to write their notes up, you feel your phone buzz and pull it put. A text linger on the screen from a sweet omega that you worked with. Her name was Valeria and she was short, chubby and an overall sweetheart, The most gorgeous brown eyes to ever grace a face and freckles surrounding her face like she was the night sky and they were stars. She was a very good friend and often asked you to chaperone her places, purely so she didn't get taken advantage of. She was smart and you liked that.

[Will you join me to go to a Hockey match tonight? My brothers playing and I want to cheer him on!]

You gaze at the notification and way up the pros and cons in your head. If you went then you’d have to see that awful alpha trio. But if you didn’t go, anything could happen to Valeria. You sigh, you weren’t going to be stopped seeing a sport because of three egotistical men who thought they run the school. You were above their childish games, this would be a small way to revel and you would revel in the power. With a smile on your lips at the idea of this subtle power play, you respond to her.

[Absolutely V! I’ll meet you outside your dorm at 5!]

And with that your first step had been made, and you were excited. But that feeling soon dispensed when Ari trailed in through the door before he strolled over and sat down next to you. He was so casual with everything he did, never having to worry because he knew his parents could just pay for him. Anything he wanted. From expelling someone he didn’t like to getting top grades. The world was his oyster.

He fakes a cough before dragging his head to gaze at you. He chuckles and smiles down at you like you were an ant and he was the boot about to stomp you down. “Sorry about the guys earlier. They won’t touch you. Not when I’ve had my eye on you. I mean, there’s a special collar and everything for you, mutt. Can’t wait to wrap it around your neck and claim you as my bitch.” He whispers into your ear and you have to hold back a snarl because unlike him, you couldn’t get away with everything and you couldn’t pay your way out of it. Instead you had to grin and bear it and he knew that. In fact he used that to his advantage whenever he got the option,

As the lesson drained on you could feel your mind twisting in agony at holding back retorts of disgust back at the vile creature that had decided to situate himself next to you. In the grand scheme of things, it would be worth it. Every come back you had to gulp down would have made a difference and Ari’s precious money would run out while you ruled the world. But you had to take it one step at a time. With a sigh, you clear all your things up after taking your notes and turn to Ari, a look of nothing in your eyes as you regarded the man because you saw him as nothing. He scoffs, “Watch yourself. You may be an alpha but you’re still a woman. You’ll be bred, mutt. I’d suggest quitting while you’re ahead.” He mutters before he gets up and slinks out of class leaving the threat to hang in the air. You gulp and shake your head, you’d come too far to quit and you were certainly not going to listen to a spoilt mongrel. Never.

It was busy at the hockey stadium, the seats were crowded and the variety of people that blended in with the scene made it look like a sea of people. The scents that lingered were so mixed, sweet smells that rose from all the omegas that came to see the Gods that cruised on the ice with a brutal force. To the betas that were simply there with friends or wanted to watch the sport, all over shadowed by the smell of the alphas. From the hockey players that stunk of aggression and sweat to the alphas that were hopped up on adrenaline from the bets. Overall, it was a very stuffy place to be and you slightly regretted coming, But you had made your mind up and you were not leaving Valeria alone, that and you had a point to make.

You and Valeria sit in the cold, plastic chairs that left you with an uncomfortable back but you couldn’t complain. It was probably the overwhelming amount of people and the increasing anticipation that was swelling in your chest. You were anxious and tense to see Ari’s gorgeous face drop into a murderous look when he clocked eyes on you, you weren’t scared you were just uncertain. But every subtle move in a large chess game made the players tense and nervous, this was just one step in the grand scheme of things.

As the sounds of blades cutting through the ice screeched through the stadium everyone’s attention soon turned to the game. You could see the three alpha’s you despised. All a hulking mass on the ice and in their uniform and you couldn’t help but gulp at how imposing they appeared. They could wipe you out with a simple swipe and no one would care. But you had to swallow that fear and squeeze it in your stomach to stop the bile from crawling up your throat. You were just as strong. Maybe not physically but you could easily outsmart the ape-ish men.

Throughout the game you wrung at your hands, twisting them as every scene you saw filled your heart with more terror and regret. You had watched how Ari had practically destroyed the other player. Not just in points but physically too. You couldn’t help but flinch at every bash against the stadium walls as you watch the trio of men bully a poor alpha into it. The blood that painted the ice was far too much for a simple hockey match, it was practically a death sentence to be on the ice against the team. They would wipe you out and skin you without a care, or at least that’s how it seemed. The brutality they shared against the other players seemed so personal all while they somehow looked elegant. It was sickening and Valeria shared the same sentiment as she watched her brother get slammed into the stadium walls, his head bouncing against it with a thud while Ari stay trained on the puck after mercilessly beating the younger alpha up.

Valeria let out a cry of fear as the medics swoop in and drag her brother off the ice, she gazes at you desperately and you give her a look of concern, throwing your arm over her shoulders to help calm her for a moment as she cries softly. “P-please can you go check on him. They don’t let Omegas back there.” She pleads and you find yourself agreeing to please her. You give her one last cuddle before working your way through the crowd and slipping into the locker room. Just as you walk down the hall way to them though, you hear the sound of the Hockey match ending.

Cheers and screams echoing all around you before you hear the stomping of boots coming down the corridor behind you. Within seconds you scan the are and jump into a janitor closet and hold your breath, your heart racing so loud in your chest. You felt like a spy, no, more of a peeping tom. You cover your mouth with your hand as you hear the boots pounding against the ground and the deep voices of men cheering, But, you hear one pair of boots pause directly outside your room and a deep rumble of a laugh bouncing off the walls, Ari’s laugh. Without warning you watch as light from the key hole disappears and a click sounding out before the light returns. Ari had locked you in. Your chest grows tight at the realisation of it all. You remind yourself to stay calm, Valeria knows where you are or roughly and when you don't return soon she’ll come looking for you.

That’s what you told yourself, oh how wrong you were. As the darkness crept into the hall ways and the sounds of everyone leaving drove itself into your head you felt like a doll, You were a sitting duck and now that the door was unlocking, you realised the metaphorical farmer was here to shoot you. As the door is dragged open at such a slow pace is makes your stomach turn to knots, you gulp rather taking the gun from a farmer than this. Stood bright and tall at the other side of the door was Ari, Curtis and Bucky.

They all chuckle down at you and tilt their heads. “What’s wrong, mutt? Scared of the dark or were you just sad you missed out on peeping?” Ari’s deep voice rumbles out and you feel the fire inside you burn immediately at that. Your fight filling your veins and you pathetically kicked at Ari’s ankle. Bucky’s face crumbles at the sign of your disrespect and Ari takes a step back chuckling menacingly. Just as you were about to hiss out a warning, Curtis’s big hand fists your hair and he begins dragging you back to the locker room with the men all following. “Stupid fucking girl!” Curtis barks out before he pushes you against the lockers and you let out a whimper as your ribs collide against the cold metal and knock the wind out of you.

Before you can recover, Bucky’s hand is gripping your hair and pushing you to your knocks. You gasp and gaze up at the men, regretting it now. All three towered over you as you sat on your knees. Each one of them was unzipping their flies and pulling out their hards cocks. Ari grins down at you smugly as he jerks the tip off and swipes some precum off the tip. He pushes his finger towards your lips and when you move to turn your face, he utters something so softly that you would have been fooled if it not for the promise of the end of your life. “Open your mouth mutt, or I’ll get you expelled. Say that you cheated on a test.” Although he had cooed it down to you, he made it known that he could wipe your education out in the blink of an eye without any remorse. So, you close your eyes and fight back the bile clawing at your throat again and part your lips.

His thick finger intrudes in your mouth as he swipes his precum on your tongue and you gulp. You know his rules and you know what he wanted from you, at least you thought you did. As you lean forward to wrap your lips around his thick, pink tip, he tuts at you and taps your nose like as if he were reprimanding a dog. You gaze up at him with bleary eyes, the tears already leaking down your face. “I have my friends here mutt. Don’t forget that. They deserve some attention too. After all, we just had a very tiring game, we need to get our stress out.” Ari continues to use that same soft tone and it irks you. You weren’t a pet, you were a woman, one in a terrible situation and if this was a small step to one day making a big difference, then you would suffer through it.

They form an almost triangle formation, all their cocks firm and dripping in excitement. You close your eyes and loll your tongue out and within seconds you can feel the tip of a cock sliding along it, soon followed by another and another. They were practically spilling their precum all over your tongue. You gulp before leaning forward and beginning to suck eagerly at Ari’s cock. The groan he let out was beautiful something from the sweetest melody that has ever left someone's vocal chords. You gulp that thought down though just as soon as you begin to gulp Ari's cock down your throat. You bob your head in a steady rhythm before he grips your hair and pulls you backs and guides you open, wet mouth onto Bucky’s desperate dick.

You trail your tongue all the way down Bucky's shaft before he directs you to his balls. You suck one into your mouth, ignoring your dignity that was slowly slipping out of your fingers, out of your soul. You could hear Bucky’s whimpers of delight before his hand begins to steadily pump at his cock as you slurped on his balls.

Yet again you get dragged away, but this time by Curtis. Before you can even flash him a hateful glare his cock is speared down your throat making you gag. He didn’t care though, Curtis was far too aggressive and it was shown in sex as he face fucked you. Tears streaming down your face and you could hardly breathe from your nose because of the snot. But none of the men cared. That was until Ari dragged your mouth off Curtis’s cock. You didn’t see the malicious look that Ari flashed Curtis, you were too busy being hunched over coughing and catching your breath.

That didn’t last fro long though as Ari’s large palm cupped your chin and directed it upwards, you kept your eyes closed as you heard the men shuffled. Ari opened your mouth wide again, and your jaw ached so much by now, they weren’t small men and they definitely weren’t packing small. Each cock was big or thick in it’s own way and each one made your jaw ache more and more. Now you were dreading which dick was going to be buried down your throat.

However you soon heard all the men groaning and saw a bright flash of light behind your closed eyes. You peeked an eye open and horror is painted on your face as you see Ari recording this on his phone, all three men gathered around you jerking off as they pointed their release at your face. This was terrible. Before you could even get up to run or stop this, Curtis let out a groan and his cum shot out and landed on the left side of your face. You immediately close your right eye which you had peeked open as a chain reaction occurs and Bucky paints the right side of your face.

But Ari went above and beyond and pulled your open mouth around his cock and pushed all the way down until your nose was nuzzled into the thick bed of pubic hair he had. “Fuck, that’s so good. See this mouth is better used to suck your master’s cock rather than talk.” You gagged and the tightening of your throat around his cock was all it took before he came down your throat. After a few minutes, he dislodged himself from your throat and turned his phone off from recording. You cough in the ground, tired and humiliated. You barely noticed them moving around. Bucky and Curtis dressed and cleaned. They give you a pat on the head while a satisfied smile clings to their face and they wave Ari goodbye.

You didn’t even realise Ari cleaning your face up of the cum that had been painted on it like you were a whorsh masterpiece. How he gave you water and even somehow got you an Uber home. You just felt helpless this was a bad situation to be in, even if you were wet from it that meant nothing. As you lay in bed, still in your daze you question how many female alpha’s in the world were subjected to this. Was it worth it in the end?

It had to be worth it. You got above and beyond it meant you could stop this from ever happening again, and that was all the motivation you needed. You rewired your mind and took some deep breaths reminding yourself to be strong. But first you would sleep before retrying, you needed to rest so that when you were awake you’d be ready to fight one small change a day.

The coming days after passed in a blur. A strange state that you were left in after your humiliation, after your assault- you stopped that thought immediately. You didn’t even want to remember it, you wanted to live in the emotionless blur that the days had seeped into. Your phone was crowded by texts and you just didn’t have the heart to answer any of them, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for help and loose your role as the woman who others would come to. That’s what you told yourself, but there were numerous reasons, each one more depressing and degrading than the last. It had only been a week since the incident and yet you had holed yourself up in your dorm room, it was becoming a mess and it reflected your mind. Th blankets that were piled up on the floor were the big thoughts that you were ignoring.

You had dragged yourself to work but you had stayed in the back the whole time, not having the will to go round front and serve people. During that time you had smelt all three alphas come into the cafe. Bucky was the first to enter, you could hear him talking and flirting with the omegas and your stomach was filled with dread. It was like you could feel his eyes seeking you out even though you were hidden. When he left, you would have breathed a sigh of relief but the bile that filled your stomach travelled and you could only vomit in the toilets.

That happened with them all, but the worst was Ari, who came in on Friday. His scent was a lot stronger and it was slightly sour, almost like you could taste it. The curdling in your stomach kicked up like rotten milk would. Ari was angry. You hadn’t seen him all week, choosing to neglect class and instead doing it online instead, and your professor was so kind and sweet. He understood that although Ari had been secretly bribing him, you had finally broken and you needed space. Yet every day you had class, Ari sat in his usual seat next to yours excited to see you. To brag to you and show you the video he had against you. But you didn’t show, and the more he didn’t see you the more frustration would leak into his veins making him tense his muscles and clench his jaw. He hated that you were avoiding him.

You were shaking in the back when you heard his deep voice rumble through the cafe, it was so dark and threatening even if he was ordering a coffee. Everyone could sense it, they could see how tense he was, his eyes darting around the cafe, hunting for your form. He could smell you and it was driving him crazy. Where were you? Ari grinds his teeth as the little omega serving him shakily makes his coffee. His eyes shoot to her form and a dark look overtakes his face. He clears his throat, “Faster. I have things to do.” He grunts out and glares at the girl. She gulps and hurriedly gives him it.

He leans forwards and smirks, “Tell your little manager that if she keeps avoiding me, she’s in for a world of trouble.” His murmurs softly almost cooing down at her, but his eyes were flaring with hatred and warning. And soon turns on his heel putting the fresh coffee in the bin and marches out. All you could do was stare blankly, you heard every word and you felt yourself falling deeper into the hole that had caved itself into your mind. You wanted to sink until no one could find you again. Despite it all, you stayed strong, as strong as you could. You worked hard in your studies still and kept your work in line. You threw yourself into anything and everything to keep distracted. Including an omega group on campus that wanted to be stronger than their hormones and they were very happy to accept a female alpha that was going to help them stay strong.

You had been to one group meeting and it was so inspiring to see that they were trying to overcome the sexism that ran rampant all over the campus and society. You were happy to help build upon their ideas and even helped introduce new ones. So far they had come up with an app, a special dating app for omegas to use. It was simple but if you put in an alphas name it would come up with any recorded offences they had and just general info so then omegas would know in the future who they might spend their heat with or might mate with. You had added in the idea of logging on any crimes they had done, just so they knew what kind of person they would be partnered with. It was simple but it would make a big change in the omega dating world and you were proud to help.

Another week had passed and you found yourself at a classic frat party, people were drunkenly slobbering all over each other either through kissing or speaking. You couldn’t help but cringe at it all where had everyone's self respect gone? You were sat in the corner drinking out of one of the crappy red plastic cups that seemed to be almost dreamlike in your hand. You didn’t want to be here, so whey were you here? You pause and gaze down at the liquid in your cup before you glance back up and meets the eyes of one of the omegas from the group you had recently joined. She was shy and hidden in on herself and a deep look of sadness gleamed in your eyes and you understood why.

During you weekly meeting, the omegas had all suggested they go to a party with all types of people, and they would all have a red button. The premise was simple, if the omega was overwhelmed they would press the red button and everyone would gather round and would evacuate the party. It seemed like a good idea, a way to stand up and finally go to a party without being seen as sex object. So you all agreed happily, wanting to test this red button theory and see how well it worked.

Yet it had crumbled so quickly, after a few drinks some of the girls hit the dance floor which was just a large living room with all the furniture pushed to the side, but mixed with forty people it turned into a crowded dance floor. The red buttons that were favoured so much were now forgotten as they grinded against sleazy alphas. They were lost causes and the odd few that were left had fled the scene disappointed and scared at the outcome of their idea. Yet you were still sat there, across from Kari. She was a sweet girl, she was dressed in a cute white dress and cosy brown cardigan but despite her looking cosy and warm she was shaking. She was just so scared about the outcome, at how easily her friends gave into their hormones.

You sat patiently, keeping an eye on her. You agreed to stay with her until her Uber came and she was very thankful for it. This way, if she were to give into her hormones, you could step in and direct her away. That’s why you were stuck in this hell pit of sadness. Next morning all these omegas would be left, hanged to dry like a forgotten pair of socks on a washing line. They deserved better but in the end there was nothing you really could do. They consented and you were jealous that they had the chance to consent. Why not you? You shoved that selfish thought down and gulped down the rest of your drink, it was nobodies fault but Ari’s, Bucky’s and Curtis’s.

You push your hair back from your face and gaze at Kari, “Let’s wait outside, okay angel?” You coo to her and she nods eagerly, she hides her soft hands in the sleeves of her cardigan and fists it anxiously before she stands up and gazes at you desperately. You stand up and leave your cup on the table, before reaching your hand out and intertwining it with Kari’s hand. You navigate out of the crowded frat house, your head already easing up the second you stand outside as the cold air wraps you up in its embrace and grinds you back down to reality.

You squeeze Kari’s hand and turn your head to flash her a reassuring smile while squeezing her hand softly again. She smiles shyly back at you as you walk down the large porch and head towards the road. You could hear the loud, blaring music that was echoing out of the house and your face twists into one of disgust. You hated it all, you understood people having fun but whatever went on in that house would turn into sadness in the end. Besides you had better things to do, you had ideas in place. How you were going to create a great business one day and instead of only focusing on profits you would take care of the workers. You would let women’s voices be heard and let them climb the tower to success just like you would.

A genuine smile graces your face after the first time in weeks over the idea of creating such a powerful environment and as you walk with Kari you can’t help but begin to tell her about it. You watch her eyes light up as you go into more detail, a feeling of hope blooming from you both as you unravelled more of this idea. You felt that boost that you had been missing, that push to ignore what had happened and actually do something for once. In the future you could get justice, but for now you would have to grit your teeth and bare it, even if it hurt. It would be worth it for omegas like Kari, for strong alpha women like you and the beta women that were often left behind.

You both sit on the curb of the road, happily talking. Dreams and ambitions flowing through you both and a sense of pride leaps out your heart at how proud this omega was, how strong she was. After all the excited chatter, the Uber finally pulls up and you help her to her feet before hugging her tightly. She kisses your cheek and your heart flutters. She was a good woman and she deserved the world and you hoped you could help give her some of it. You stand back onto the pathway and give her a sweet wave as you watch her drive away. You would have gone with her but she was on the other side of campus and half way through your conversation you had noticed your phone missing. No doubt you had left it inside at the crappy party, so with a deep breathe in to encourage yourself you marched back to the party.

As you shoved your way through the mingling bodies that littered the house, you sauntered into the living room and your eyes glazed the scene before you headed towards the corner where you and Kari were sitting before. But just as you were about to approach it, you could feel every hair on your body stand up and a lump in your throat forming. You could smell them, all three of them. But before the bile could coat your stomach, you remembered the hopeful look in Kari’s eyes as you spoke about the future. And this was a step towards it, making your presence known and stepping down on the dirt that proclaimed themselves as the kings of the school.

You square your shoulders and straighten your back, your chin raised high and you turn on your heel a look of hatred flaming in your eyes. It as Bucky, holding your phone as he regarded you with a look of lust. His body language was relaxed but you could see how excited he was just at seeing you. You raise an eyebrow at him and responds with a smug smirk. “What’s wrong, Doll? Not excited to see me? I was looking all over for you. Curtis was too, he was just so sad that our freshly bloomed daisy wasn’t there for him to get his stress out. And don’t even get me started on Ari, all he’s done was rage at everyone. He’s so pissy and all because of you.” You seethe at him, looking at his dark brown locks and you square your jaw. “Give me back my phone.” You command and all you get in return is a laugh.

However, before Bucky could chortle out a response the party fell silent and Bucky stiffened before he relaxed a smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips again. You were confused for half a second before you smelt it. The searing anger that could only be produced by Ari. Bucky grins as he gazes over his shoulder watching the angry God approach you both. You could feel your heart hammer and you were close to having a panic attack but you just couldn’t afford to lose this battle, for Kari and for yourself. You gaze up at Ari’s hulking form, he stood behind Bucky with a dark look on his face that would destroy every ounce of strength of hope that clung to your bones.

“You found our little mutt. Curtis will be glad to know I’m about to put her in her place after avoiding us.” Ari grumbles out and Bucky chuckles at him. The look you receive from Bucky rattles your bones, you both know something big is about to go down. You’re about to be punished by the frat God and no one will help you.

You gazed at the other alpha that had so happily assaulted you, you watch with a sense of fear ready to fun or fight but you were cornered. Cold feelings of dread immediately gripped your form as Ari turned back to you and sized you up. He smirked as he always did, it seemed so easy to him to pull his lips into that evil look where you knew something awful was going to happen again. You couldn’t afford it again, you couldn’t lose that little spark but with every breathe that left your lips in his presence you could feel that little light being snuffed out. Bucky let out a chuckle and pat Ari firmly on the back, “Teach her her god damn place. Put your bitch in her place.” He mutters with a grin on his lips before he saunters away looking around for an Omega to pass the time.

“So, my little mutt can make it to a party but not to see me.” He mumbles before he lets out a bark of laughter, malice was dripping off every musical note that left his lips. He let his head roll down to gaze down at you through his strong nose. His gaze was so very cold it was like ice seeping into your veins and it left you gasping for air. “I have a very pretty video of you choking on my cock like a good little bitch. Now..” You couldn’t breathe at his words, your fate was sealed and you felt so hopeless. The little spark was downed out now. “You can stop avoiding me, be my good little girl and bow down, or I can send this to professors and around the school and get you kicked out of here without so much as blinking.” He cooed it to you like it was a lullaby and without thinking, the last part of you that was screaming in your head had won.

You raised you hand and it was almost in slow motion, such a delightful moment that your entire body sang praises about, as you punched him. The sound of the punch reverberated in the room and everyone fell silent. You felt giddy, excited, so much so that you felt yourself getting wet at giving him some pay back rather than laying down and dying. Ari’s head snapped to the side and he rolled his jaw cracking it almost like he, too, was savouring such a momentous moment. The moment died quickly though. Within seconds of you feeling like a hero, you fell like a villain as his large hands slid into your hair and gripped it tightly. You whimpered in pain as he fisted your hair but you soon let out a cry as he dragged you outside. No one stepped in, no one watched. It was too late for you and your destiny was sealed.

As you round a corner outside he pushed you and lets go of your hair sending you barrelling into the side of a wall, just as you recovered and looked around noting that he had dragged you into an alleyway, you heard Ari let out a sick little chuckle before you looked up and got a firm knee into your ribs. You hunch over and gasp for air before you get a knee swiftly to your face. You don’t know how your nose didn’t break, all you knew was that you were giving up. You crumpled on the floor sobbing and you gazed up at him. Blood dribbled out your nose and your face was red. You felt bruised and battered, even if it was only two hit, they were hard. He was a strong man and he was a hockey player, you didn’t stand a chance. “You’re such a fucking pest in my side. You would be perfect as my bitch. But you just have to open your fucking mouth like the desperate little mutt you are. You have to speak for the attention you’re so god damn desperate for. And then you had the nerve to punch me, with your soft little fucking hands. You should be ashamed to call yourself an alpha. You have done nothing but be a pain in my ass. At least if you were an omega, all I’d have to do is mark you. But no, you have to have it all. You want it, then you fucking got it.”

You couldn’t even hear him, all you could hear was a monotonous tone that rang in your head and you focused on that as a feeling of numbness consumed you. Yet just as you were about to fully give into it, Ari’s large hand grasped you jaw and he tutted at you before he gave a harsh slap to your face. A whimper leaves your lips and you let out a noise of anguish. This was overkill, you both knew it but he just wasn’t satisfied. “A full fucking year! That’s how long I’ve been pining for you, you dumb bitch! I learnt you schedule, everything about you! I listened to your shitty bands to understand you, to get you to bow down. Hell. I even started learning about business class when I didn’t even need it. But no! Wasn’t good enough for Miss. I’m so up my own ass! I’ve had enough. You’re mine. I have done everything for you and it’s time you repaid me.” He hisses out to you, his steely gaze burning holes into you crumpled form that was so tired and numb.

As you lift your head to gaze up at him, you watch his eyes dilate. He lets out a moan that he swallows, “I can smell you. You’re so fucking wet for me.” You can’t even bring yourself to stop him and his lies. You were wet earlier from teaching him his place but it back fired so badly. Humiliation engulfs you as you feel him wedge his shoe between your thighs. “Hump.” He hisses and you swallow a gag and finally manage to shake your head. He quickly leans down and garbs your hair again, “Fucking hump it like the desperate mutt you are or I swear to god that video goes around and I’ll pay for your life to be a living hell.” Ari promises you and you swallow the last sense of your pride and dignity.

You lift your hips before rubbing your clothing covered cunt against his shoe. You feel your eyelids flutter closed in shame but also pleasure. Through your jeans and your panties you can feel your clit rubbing deliciously against Ari’s shoe. As you hump him, your hand drag from the floor and crawl up his leg, clinging onto his calf like it was a carousel and the ride you were currently experiencing was one so unique you would never forget it. Your lips part and a small gasp leaves your lips as Ari tilts his foot upwards putting just the right amount of pressure against your clit. He adds a bit more and his hands card through your hair before he gently pulls it back and tilts your head up to face him.

You gaze up at him with half lidded eyes, One half closed from pleasure and the other from pain. The tears that gleamed in your eyes added a sparkle to them that made Ari adore you even more as his pet, how could he not? You were his toy, you just needed a firm hand even if it did break you. He would pick up the pieces and put you back together because he owns you and no other woman could compare in his mind. So as he analyses your face with adoration dripping from his soul as he takes in how beautiful your sparkling eyes were in the dim street-light. He could see the bruise that was forming a ring around your right eye, the blood that dripped out your nose and blended in with the blood from your busted lips. Such a beautiful mess that only he could ever appreciate and understand, proof of him puttying you in your place.

It was like Ari had plucked the wings off of an angel and watched it crumble and fall down to the ground in a heap in shame and sadness, and the groan that left his lips fell in sync with yours as you kept humping his foot. You let your eyelids flutter again before you hear Ari groan again, and for a moment you feel yourself snapping out of this sadistic nightmare. Your skin crawls and you stop moving your lips. Adrenaline pumps through you like cold ice enveloping your blood, without thinking your fight or flight instincts kick in and your teeth sink into Ari’s thigh. Your teeth coat with regret and blood and you scrunch your eyes tight as the world comes crashing around you. Ari’s knee met your cheek again in a much harsher blow and you were left wiped out on the floor, you let out a pitiful cough and blow splatters out.

Every part of you was aching and you felt your mind slipping. The zip of Ari’s flyer being the symphony to the loss of your mind, like a crow cawing on the day of a death or the wedding song echoing down a church while the forgotten bride sits there numb because her groom ran away. You couldn’t even stomach up the emotion to be jealous of the groom running, you now knew Ari would never let you go. Your fate was sealed and you fist the cold rocky ground and rest your forehead against it as the last tear you can muster leaves your eyes and caresses your cheek before leaning onto the cement.

Ari’s large paws grip your hips as his knees sink to the floor, the crunch of the cement being heard sliding under his shoes and he gets into his position. He flips you and you blank eyes gaze up at his, all you could see was the hatred that lingered as well as his sickening gaze of love. His eyes flick down as he tears your top of without a second thought, the sound was deafening and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine when the cold air caresses your skin. But not before the disgusting sensation of Ari’s hands soon travelled upon your skin, It was like being burnt. His hands were so warm against your ice cold skin.

You could feel his breathe against your neck, it was shaky with excitement. He tore your bra off without hesitation and for some reason you were thankful he didn’t look yet that part of you died as soon as you through it as you felt Ari begin to map out a destination on your skin with his lips. His hands were tearing at your trousers, it was like it was nothing to him. His brute strength was beyond your comprehension. A moan leaves your lips though before you even have chance to continue thinking about this giant’s strength as he wraps his lips around your nipple and begins to gently suck.

His other hand massages your breast before he moves his thumb to gently run over your nipple and the sensation that tingles down your spine at the subtle touch results in another moan leaving your lips. It was like he knew your body, and of course he did. You were the apple of his eyes and he had seen every part of you even if you didn’t know. He has memorised every vein, every inch of skin for his hands to feel, his lips to worship and his tongue to taste. Ari could feel his heart swelling with pride as he hears your moans surrounding his ears like a hug of delight. His thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple before he begins to roll it, all whilst he’s suckling on your other nipple his tongue flicking against it. You keep your eyes closed and pretend that your body is separated from this scene. Even if it felt good and the ice that ran through your body was instead turning to heat, you didn’t want this and your mouth no longer worked, either because you had been moaning so much or because of how swollen your lips were.

When he switched to lavish your other nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stop moaning any more, but your mind was disconnected. You were floating in a void of darkness while your body tingled with delight at Ari’s touches. You could feel his spit coating your nipple and when he pulled away and blew on it, you gasped at the cold. You peaks were well presented and Ari wished that he could keep this as a picture. He was all over you and he was filled with absolute arrogance at how easily you had submitted to him. Your moans were forever engrained into his head like it was a holy prayer and he would always worship you to get to hear you sing your angelic verses. “My good girl, see you sound so much better when you whimper than when you’re barking. My pretty bitch, not a little mutt any more. You have an owner and I’m gonna spoil you.”

You could hear Ari’s words echoing in your head but they were soon silenced by the deafening tone that screeched in you head as his hands skated down your stomach and under the band of your panties. He groans, and his breathe gets heavier. He tears through the final piece of fabric and his long, thick fingers trail down before tracing your wet folds. He dips them in for a moment and brings them to his face, he sniffs them and his pupils dilate even more making his eyes seem like pure black. His tongue peeks out his lips before he licks at your juices that coat his fingers. A deep rumble leaves his chest, and the alleyway seems to shake at it. “Fuckin’ beautiful. The sweetest nectar. That’s why you’re so mouthy, isn’t it? Because you knew you tasted God damn divine.” You couldn’t even muster a reply to him, your head was turned and you were counting the small stoned that littered the ground. This was the end and you knew that Ari had won. “Present for me.” He commands but you couldn’t even move you body. Your limbs were heavy and bruised and Ari’s patience was so thin it snapped a mere second after his command left his lips.

You felt his large paws grip your hips as he turns you, he drags the scraps of clothing from your body leaving you bare to the cold, night air. You knees scraped against the cement and grazed them, your chin rested on the gravel as he twisted and turned you into you were in the right position. He drapes his body over yours, the heat from his skin blistering yours with disgust. His lips gently kissed your ears as he whispered sweet words of devotion but you focused on the tone that continued to screech in your head. You gulped as your felt him nudge you legs wider from behind, you closed your eyes tightly within seconds as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing between your folds and his groan vibrates against your back and you finally manage a tear that falls down your face and onto the cement as he slides his cock into your tight little cunt.

Ari’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth falls agape as some drool leaves his mouth, he had torn down heavens gate and was finally in the place he had craved for years. He was in heaven, he was buried so deep in your snug little cunt. You could feel him stretching you, you could feel every vein of his cock as your pussy was wrapped around him. Your stomach felt full and empty all at once, you were either going to throw up or pass out. Ari’s large hand grabbed your chin as he pressed his bearded cheek against yours. “Mine. This is mine. You are mine. How could I ever have called you a mutt when you’re literally just a pup. My little pup who needed training. Sweet little cunt on my sweet little bitch. The places I’ll take you, the things I’ll spoil you with, you’ll never want for anything again.” He coos through groans and panting breaths.

He moves his hips and the thrust rocks your entire body, your knees grazing against the cement again this time tearing through the graze and pulling blood out. You let out a soft breath as he pulls out but soon your eyes roll back as he pushes back into the hilt. Ari let out such delicate moans and groans at every thrust he delivered to your fragile body, You were just so tight and wet, and the heat from your pussy was absolutely delicious. His hand falls from your face and falls to the pavement, practically clawing at the floor with every movement he anchors to your body. The wet squelches echo down the alley from your wet pussy and Ari’s balls finally slap against your clit making you let out a pathetic mewl that only stirred him on. It only made Ari want more of that precious little noise, he needed to have that noise injected into his heart so that every time it beat he would remember you giving in to him.

You could feel every hit of his balls just momentarily adding pressure to your clit that would make you moan and drool. Ari had enough of this, ho he had to wait for every thrust to make you moan. He moves his hand to between your legs and instantly begins to rub your clit, polishing it like a prized jewel. You cried out and Ari’s heart rate sky rocketed. Nothing could ever compare to this, to you. As he continues to rock his hips like a desperate mad man, he soon begins changing from his soft caresses on your clit to now circling it aggressively. He was abusing your clit and the sounds that you felt leaving your lips, they didn’t sound real. They sounded fake, and how you wished they were because you knew that the whispers of pleasure that were leaving your lips would only boost his ego, only encourage him.

Ari could feel the sweat that lined his body, how it was falling onto your skin, making both your scents combine. Two alpha’s now mating. A forced submission that Ari wished he could regret or feel guilty about but he simply couldn’t, not when you were finally his. He could feel you clenching around him before you let out a gasp and came around him, every time his cock speared into you a ring of your cum was around the base marking him as yours. He could feel every hair on his body prick up as he began to reach his climax. He moved his head and pressed a small delicate kiss to your neck, your scent gland. He was about to do something rare. He was about to mate another alpha, a very hard thing to do, but he had already put himself as being the most dominant out of you two. He knew you were his fate and he would never want another.

As he licked your neck with a slow pace, his hips were moving faster and he gritted his teeth together mid lick as he growled. This was it. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you up before sinking his cock deep into your cunt, the tip pressing against your cervix and his balls rested against your clit. His seed pumped into you, filling you up. You could feel it leaking into you, but before you could even begin to comprehend his cum leaking into you, his teeth sank into you neck. Your eyes flashed white as you passed out in a heap on the floor, Ari’s cock still speared inside of you as it began to expand and knot, tying you together. His teeth coated in your blood as the bond between you snaps into place. It struggles at first rejecting the idea of to alphas being together, but Ari’s will as stronger, he knew what he wanted and he was having it. He exhaled all the breath from his lungs before taking another breath of pure contentment. He had you in the palm of his hand and he knew the clean up after this was going to be huge. He had to take care of you now. He was your mate even if you hated it. “Good pup, gonna take care of you. Promise.” He coos to your unconscious form and squeeze his body tighter against yours to keep you warm and safe in his arms.

When you finally came back to reality through the haze, you gazed down at your hands and counted your fingers before you saw the bedsheets under them. A deep red bedding was wrapped around your form, something you had never seen or owned. You slowly tilted your head up and your eyes scanned the surroundings. This place was luxurious, deep wood furniture and floors surrounded the room. It seemed almost regal. You mind spiked with memories from that night the second you smelled Ari. His scent was every where. In the room and on you and you felt your stomach turn immediately. You rushed to the bathroom on wobbly legs that barely seemed to hold you. You reached the toilet and instantly began hurling. As you emptied your stomach a hand wrapped gently around your hair and kept it away from being covered in your vomit. It was like your blood curled in seconds as you sensed who it was, you hadn’t even heard the sounds of the shower when you woke up. Ari gently rubs your back and whispers words of support and when you’re finished you rest your head on the toilet. You sob quietly. “I know, pup, I know. I’m sorry and I know you hate me. But this was for your own good.” He murmurs.

Within seconds your turn around and begin throwing punches at him, or you tried to. He wraps around your wrists and he pulled you onto his lap as he wears only a towel around his waist. You claw at him, desperately wanting to cause just one second of pain to him like he had done to you. After a few minutes the fight is torn out of you again and he picks you up, cradling you in his arms like you were his most prized love. The only thing he had ever needed. And he did, he needed you, you were his everything. So he would accept every bite, every mean comment, every slap you threw at him just so you would be okay again. He leaves you on the bed as he rushes around the room and gets dressed into a pair of boxers and a tank top. He sits on the end of the bed and gazes you. Your knees were pulled to your chest and you were vacant and his heart ached. He had caused this and even though it hurt, he knew this was needed.

He gulped and gazes down at his hands. “You were out for a week, But the bond formed and I know your mind isn’t handling it well-” You cut him off as your voice echoed out into the room in a hollow voice, “You raping me didn’t help.” The hopelessness in your voice left his stomach aching. “Yeah…” He whispers and gazes down at his hands. “I’m sorry, But I patched you up and I went to your dorm, got everything you needed.” He murmurs, he turns his head daring to glance at you, but you're still in the same position and for a brief moment he feels bad before he remembers this was necessary to make you his. To break you. And the guilt washes away from him. The silence was killing him, he gulps and speaks again, “I’ve moved you in with me, and I called in at your work. You don’t have to work again, but- um- I knew you wanted to earn your business degree, so I left that alone. I just brought the notes from the classes you missed today. Everything else is um non negotiable. You’re mine-” He winces at his word, “You have to stay close, I don’t want you working. I’ll provide and I know you want to as well but I can’t let you. That’s a command.” He whispers it, but the command was still firm. It was set in place and your life had ended. He paused and gazed at you, but all you did was breath from your nose in response. He was frustrated but he swallowed it down, he had to build you up again before he broke you.

He stands up and begins to pull on some trousers and a flannel top, he pushes his hair from his face and analyses you. “I have to go out, I have practise, As your alpha I command you not to harm yourself. That is an order.” He says firmly. He knew you wouldn’t run, you couldn’t. He clenches his hand as he fights back the urge to kiss your forehead and reassure you, and instead spreads his fingers out and grabs his hockey gear and leaves you.

It hadn’t been long, at least to Ari it hadn’t, but as his practise went on he had a looming feeling of dread swiftly travelling down his spine making him shiver. And as more time went on he got more and more distracted by the game until he felt a sharp pain in his heart, like a rubber band had been snapped. You had disobeyed one of his commands so without a second thought, Ari had ran to the locker rooms and gotten changed ignoring everyone else’s shouts of confusion of disappointment. He could feel his heart in his throat, hammering away and making him feels sick to the stomach. How could you disobey him already? He needed to retrain you or punish you. He drove past speeding limits before he pulled up to his apartment that was nearby the school. He barges his way through it and he doesn’t see you frozen in your spot on the bed but he instantly picks up on the sounds of the shower running.

The scene that greeted him had him rolling his eyes, you were such a pathetic alpha huddled into the corner of the shower as the water poured down on you. He clenched his fists and rolled his neck before his long legs dragged him to the shower, He squatted and the water poured down on him, soaking his clothes making them tighten around his strong form. He tuts and tilts his head as he gazes at your blank face. “Disobeying me already? We don’t want to be punished again, do we?” He coos and a smile splits across his face is sadistic anticipation in hopes you do want to be punished again. His eyes scan you ad watches as you shrink in on yourself and he sighs in frustration before he drags you onto his lap and pushes some wet hair from your face.

His large hands cradle your face, firm but gentle. He scan your face and a glare settles in his eyes, “You’re not even trying. Stupid fucking pup. I’m working my ass for you here. I tried to be nice, to make you feel at home despite you only being a pet. But no. It’s still not good enough for you.” He hisses into your ear but you barely acknowledge him until you hear his breathe directly against your ear. “If you don’t start acting like the strong alpha you claim to be, then I’ll fucking leave you on the side of the road with nothing. Understood?” It isn’t a threat, It's a promise you can hear the sincerity dripping off his tone and it makes you shiver. You gulp and nod your head in compliance because you had no other choice. You were trapped.

So, you gazed up at the shower head that poured the water down onto you both and closed your eyes and for a brief second you saw your future and it was glorious. Even though you were in a dark spot right now, you would claw yourself out of it and claim yourself as the true alpha you are no matter how hard it was. You had to escape Ari. You just needed to bide your time, have a plan and prepare.

Months had passed and every time that you built yourself back up to being strong and establishing yourself as a good alpha, Ari would make it known that you were nothing. Either by making you submit to him and making you spread your legs or being subjected to humiliation as you were shared between him, Bucky and Curtis. Every time you tried to help the omega group, Ari would have Curtis and Bucky ruin it and every time they would drink and party afterwards while Ari fucked you hard and left you a hollow shell.

You were stuck in a hell pit. Ari, Curtis and Bucky saw you as a special toy, one they would never grow bored of. After all they all grew up together in high school, they shared everything together and you were no different from the trophies they won at hockey games. They had a deep brother hood, Ari had always taken care of both the men. Bucky and Curtis grew up rough and their homes even rougher, and Ari grew up rich and sheltered and would often offer for them to stay with him when they were younger. This kindness Ari had shown had ended up in the men swearing a loyalty to each other. A bond and a brotherhood none of them would ever break as they were far too loyal and thrived off of each other’s dominance and they all strived to push each other. You stood no chance when Ari set his eye on you and wanted to break you. When Ari wanted you, so did the other two, but they wanted to help push you to Ari. They wanted their brother happy so if that meant having you suck their cocks while they filmed, they would happily accept. They wanted to break you but they wanted to support their brother too, they would never complain.

But after months of this abuse you grew tired and soon began becoming desperate and started searching for a plan and when you found one you began mapping everything out: See, your running plan was smart and cunning, after a lot of healing and still a lot more to come, you realised that being Ari’s mate wasn't the end of the world. Rather it was the start of it. Because you no longer had a job it meant you could take another class and you did, you took a computer class. You had researched Ari’s dad’s company when he would go to hockey practise and you had your eyes on the prize. When you got your degrees and finally married Ari, you would take over the business at the first female Alpha. Ari didn’t stand a chance. You were ready, and his father was getting close to death. You knew Ari would agree because of the rocky start to your relationship and how he would do anything to amend it. This was your high road, your way to victory and glory where you would prove everyone wrong. Of course it meant playing along a bit, but you were doing it with easy now days. You and Ari had sex often and you found yourself liking some of the presents that he had spoiled you with.

But whilst you were being cunning, Ari had his plan in motion too. It was simple and an easy one, one that could wait with time. He would knock you up. He knew you were ambitious and you would no doubt try and rub the company and it would be fun to watch you do it. But all it took was one baby and you were out of the game. And the second you were put, Ari would be back on top. As the leader of the company, as the true alpha between you both. And you wouldn’t ever complain because you would be too busy doting on your child, inspiring it to make a change one day. That’s all it would take and he was well on the way to winning.

So as you stand so proudly in the crowd and throw your graduation cap in the air bursting at the seams with excitement over the changes you were about to make, you had no clue that it would be so short lived. As days later you would find out that Ari had won again and you were pregnant with his child, forever sealing you as his.

[dc418writes]

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

Ari + pinned down + “Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you whine so pretty for me.”

*incomprehensible screeching* ok ok calm down self no pressure 👀 lol but thank you Siri for this prompt! And all who read I hope you like what I came up with☺️!

Mine

✨Pairing✨: ex!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: As luck would have it, your ex is there to save you from a creep. Some coincidence right?

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, soft/dark-dark elements, mention of sexual harassment, violence (man-man), unprotected adult happy funny times (please be safe everyone!), fingering, breeding kink, mention of alcohol, a couple bad language words

Your once pleasant buzz has since been replaced by a dull headache as you sit in the middle of your ex’s king sized bed. One of his shirts - smelling a mix of his cologne and detergent - covering your freshly washed body after the small bar brawl left the front of your top and skirt soaked with beer.

Every few minutes your mind wanders back to that moment where the “kind” and charming stranger showed his true colors. His touches becoming unwanted while trapping you against the bar and ignoring your protests. If it wasn’t for Ari, quickly yanking the hazel-eyed man away from you before his fist was soon meeting his cheek, you’re sure you’d be stuck somewhere and missing for God knows how long.

Maybe even worse.

A light knock on the door has a small smile curling on your lips seeing Ari in the doorway. His muscular body nearly taking up the entire space standing in his black sweats and some worn looking band tee.

“Hey, you feel alright?,” he asks and you nod. “Need anything?”

“No, just tired.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You didn’t want him out there though. In your current state - emotionally vulnerable and unable to get the events out of your mind - you wanted him next to you. To not be alone for tonight at least.

“C-Can you stay? Please?,” you call after him halting any further movement out of the doorway. With that tilted smile you still loved, he was soon removing his shirt and joining you under his sheets.

“Of course sweetheart.”

His thick arm wrapped around your middle with your back against his front, it was like old times how instantly safe and comfortable you felt. How you fit together so well, it was as if you’d never even broken up in the first place. And when his nose bumps behind your ear barely touching one of your special spots, that familiar flip returns to your stomach as well.

“Goodnight.”

“Night Ari,” you whisper, but you already know sleep is a far off concept from your highly active brain still focused on the bar. Trying to force you into reliving every detail as if helping you study for your own exam.

So many minutes pass of just feeling the air from Ari’s nostrils against your neck and hearing cars run by that you’ve accepted you probably won’t be sleeping tonight.

“That pretty head’s going a mile a minute again huh?,” he asks slightly startling you thinking he was asleep this whole time.

“You can tell?” He nods and you can feel the gentle scratching of his beard on your skin.

“Your pulse is a bit high; not to mention your body’s tense. Not as relaxed as I know you wanna be.”

He was always so intuitive with you. Knowing how you were feeling or if you were off without you having to even say a word. It was honestly scary sometimes how he was there with what you needed before it could cross your own mind.

“Why am I not surprised? Spot on as always,” you softly chuckle.

“Because I know you sweetheart,” he replies placing a chaste kiss to that sweet spot behind your ear. “Know all about this body. What goes on in your mind.”

His voice in your ear as his hand slowly drifts from under you and down your abdomen to the front of your thigh has you beginning to squirm. An ache quickly forming between your legs you want him to erase.

His fingertips trace a slow circle just centimeters from that junction as his lips create their own steady path down the column of your neck to your shoulder. It’s a tortuous buildup you wish he didn’t enjoy so much.

“Let’s get you to sleep, yea?”

“Please,” you shamefully beg anticipating his touch where you needed most.

And he doesn’t disappoint placing your leg over his so you were spread wide for him. His middle finger immediately dipping in your needy core and dragging just right you couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from your lips.

“Still so tight after all this time. We can work around that though can’t we?”

By the time he was done - having readied you with two orgasms - you were already in a mindless haze only capable of babbling incoherent noises, “please”, and Ari’s name.

Exactly how he wanted you as he pushed your thighs up against your chest keeping them in place with his wide upper half while his hands pinned yours over your head. You were now completely at his use as he slowly began to push into you with a low groan and silent curses how you gripped him so tight.

“Ari please,” you whined. Head lulling to the side to lie on your arm. “Need you.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love when you whine so pretty for me,” he finishes with a gasp finally pushing to the hilt. For your sake, he tries to start slow, but the feel of you clinching around him and all the sweet noises you’re making, it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to quicken. The squeaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping soon taking over your moans and panting.

“Mm don’t stop!”

He moans nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m the only one that can take care of you. Knows all your spots that make you dumb. Isn’t that right?”

Ari takes your whine as a yes, smirking as his mouth finds yours in a heated and numbing kiss.

“Because you’re mine sweetheart.” His pace quickens and you shriek as your release squirts to the sheets below. It only spurs him more moaning as he feels his own release approaching. “Always have been, shit, always will be.”

You want to whine and push him away with your new sensitivity and puffy folds that feel raw, but that blissed out cloud just keeps lifting you higher and higher that you don’t want to come down.

“And everyone’s gonna know it too seeing you with our little baby bump. Gonna be the best mama to our babies.” The thought of you carrying a mini version of the both of you pushes him over the edge moaning his release as you have one last one of your own feeling him fill you up with deep ruts wanting it to stick as deep as it could go.

Finally meeting that blissful high with you, a tired chuckle leaves his lips as he kisses all along your sweaty face. You’re pleasantly knocked out - mouth slightly parted - as he carefully lifts up so your legs can be stretched out again. Although soft, he doesn’t pull out; instead staying buried deep so none of him can escape.

Plus having you wrapped around him so snug, occasionally pulsing and clinching, it’s better than any blanket he could ever buy.

“Now, if only you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this,” he whispers before leaving one last peck on your temple.

HiredHelp: I said only one punch! (sent 12:29 am)

HiredHelp: That’s an extra 2K (sent 12:30 am)

HiredHelp: 5K in my account by tomorrow or we meet again very soon (sent 12:30 am)

So for those who’ve read my works over the years, this is definitely a bit of new territory for me (soft/dark-dark and smut) so hopefully it’s not cringe🫣. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for this prompt and for allowing me to play☺️! Also sorry if this is longer than a standard drabble lol

[weirdomellow]

First Time

Pairing: Boyfriend Ari Levinson x female reader [both are around the same age]

18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: Anal sex with handsome boyfriend Ari Levinson for the first time. That's it. No context, just a bit of nice heartwarming romantic dynamics and smut.

Personal notes: This popped in my head a few days ago and I just wanted to put this into writing. It's not the best but hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. I basically wrote down how I imagine it in my head 😌​

Warnings: smut, anal sex (with condom), fingering, hints of D/s dynamic, rough sex at times, Ari has some sweet names for the reader, bare-handed spanking mentioned, some romantic fluff

First Time

It was your idea initially. You were curious about it, how he would feel in the backdoor. Lately the curiosity paved the way to the craving.

You were craving for Ari to fuck your ass.

For the first time.

Yes you were an anal virgin. Some of your friends had tried it and didn't like it and the others were absolute anal sex fans. You even read articles about how anal sex can give you another type of orgasm.

So yes, you were curious as fuck, but  you were also primal about it.

Because it wasn't just any guy, it was Ari, your boyfriend. Things were going great, sex was mindblowing and his cock? It was just gorgeous and thick.

You wanted to feel him in your ass.

After some funny conversations and a lot of prep over the course of a few weeks, you were ready. There was no need for fancy underwear or setting, only the sexual tension and the trust between you and Ari.

"Get on your hands and knees on the bed my love” he said in the usual tone that you know. You were already getting wet as the heat in your body rose. You could feel the rush within and his cock was already hard.

"You know… A part of me just wants to fuck you bare and fast" he said as he moved his fingers up and down your body. "But I will take my time with you" he said, as he spoke slowly but in that tone that he knew would drive you insane.

As his fingers moved over your pussy, you let out a sigh. He started touching you all around, focusing on your pussy as he peppered kisses on your back. His fingers were all on your pussy now, two fingers first, then three until you lost count and your train of thought.

“You know I dreamt of fucking your ass so many times my love” he whispered. You started spasming uncontrollably as he touched that sweet spongy spot that made you come undone.

"Yes, come on my fingers my sweet slut” he said as he continued to finger you fast and rough.

“Ari, I am gonna.. I am- oooh” you moaned. It was too much and too good. The flush of energy and the puddle of your juices.

“Such a good girl. My good girl” he said as he touched your body gently. You turned around on your back to kiss him and feel his body all around. He was your everything.

“Thank you Ari”.

“We haven’t even started. Give me some time to change the towels here and I will be right back. Stay put” he instructed.

A few minutes later, he brought a glass of water for both of you. You took a sip and waited patiently for him.

“On your hands and knees, again.” He instructed as he put on the condom and prepped both you and him with anal lube. You never felt more ready and comfortable. You were ecstatic but at ease at the same time.

As he positioned himself, you felt that first “sweet pain” and he felt your resistance.

“At any time, we can stop. Just say the word” he said, stroking your back gently and whispered to your ear.  You nodded slightly.

At first it was uncomfortable, you even thought of saying the word and stopping him. But the more he thrusted into you slowly, the more you felt at ease despite the resistance. You were gently moving, circling your hips, taking his cock, taking him all in. Him in all his glory. You were also fingering yourself in-between and enjoying yourself and the sensations.

As his thrusts became faster and rougher, so did your moans and sighs. Combined with his slight spankings on your ass and the sweet marks that would later become nice shades of pink and red, you were flying high.

“Spread your asscheeks for me” Ari said as he thrusted into you deeper. With your hands on your ass, it was the perfect sight for him. It turned both of you so much. You could feel he was going to come.

“Ari… ooh… Ari… Don’t stop” you moaned. You came before him, your orgasm being a completely different sensation. You were trembling, shaking but he didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, close to coming on you, in you.

“Yours, only yours!” you screamed, as your previous orgasm gave way to a second wave of pleasure. You felt happy tears forming in your cheek, tears of pleasure and of ecstasy.

“Oh Y/n.. I am gonna… FUCK!” he moaned as he came on your ass with one final thrust.

The heavy breathing, the moaning and the sighs were followed by the silence as he laid on top of you, your warmth on his. Skin on skin. You could feel his cock throbbing slowly.

"I love you" you whispered to him, feeling his heavy body on him, your happy place.

"Y/n.. fuck I love you too" he said as he wrapped you in his arms.

After you both cleaned up, you snuggled into each other, your head on his chest while both of you sipped some hot chocolate.

"Let's do this again sometime" you said as you looked at him with loving eyes and smiled at him.

"It's a date" he said, as he smiled back.

You were his.. and he was yours.

[yeaiamme2]

Just imagine him pounding you until your legs are shaking and trying to run. "Where are you going girl?" "I thought we talked about what happens when you try to run?" He says before flipping you over and putting you over his knee.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

He doesn’t like being told no.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Summary: A fear of flying turns into something much worse

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Crying, forced masturbation, unwanted touching, humiliation, NONCON, edging?

Ari Levinson x Reader

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Walking down the narrow aisle of the plane, you glance at your ticket, matching it to the row number. Flying always unsettled you—hate wasn’t a strong enough word for the loathing you felt. The unnatural feeling as the plane ascended into the sky made your stomach churn.

If driving were an option, you would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. But the journey was too far, and no trains were headed that way. So here you were, navigating through the crowded cabin.

You’d specifically reserved an aisle seat; the idea of sitting by the window only worsened your anxiety.

People filter in as you take your seat. Their busy noise a nice distraction from the coming dread.

“Sorry let me just get up here.” The tall man apologizes when he bumps your shoulder. His muscular build blocks the right of passage to the others as he loads his bag into the overhead compartment. You lean away giving him space as he grunts and shoves the bag hard until it fits inside.

“Sorry again,” he apologizes once more as he skirts past you to his seat. You ball up your dress and do your best to angle your legs, giving him as much room as you could for him to pass.

He flops down next to you with an exhausted sigh. “So where you headed?” He inquires as he smooths his long brown locks back with a smile.

“Um.. just visiting family-“

“Excuse me Miss,” A woman interrupts. Your a bit startled when you turn to face her.

“Oh um hi.” You reply nervously.

“I’m so sorry to ask, but can we swap seats? My family is in the middle aisle. I booked late and wasn’t able to get my seat close to them.” She explains pleadingly. You glance past her and see the desperate faces of her family.

“Please miss, we’re on a family trip.” A woman you assume to be her mother begs.

“Don’t worry you can still sit next to your husband my seat was the window.”

She points past you. You gulp and turn from her to the window. It’s exactly the situation you had hoped to avoid.

“Umm… yeah, sure, no problem,” you mutter, already regretting it. Of course, you couldn’t just say no. That would require a backbone, something you’ve apparently left at home today. You glance at the window, your nerves tightening, silently wishing you were the kind of person who could just stand their ground.

“Oh gosh thank you.” She squeals before turning to her family to share the news. They’re happy, you wish you could say the same.

✈️

You stand up awkwardly and move past the man that had crossed you. He offers you a sympathetic smile as you now apologize and squeeze by to your new seat.

"That was very nice of you,” he says as you settle uncomfortably into your seat. You feel pinned in your corner as his thick thighs brush against yours, and his arms take over the armrest. You try to find the courage to say something, but don’t. It’s fine—you can deal with it. It’s only a few hours anyway.

“So for the record. How long have we been married?” He inquires, arching a curious brow.

Your eyes grow wide when you realize your mistake. You hadn’t corrected her, too focused on helping than clarifying.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. Not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me on a plane,” he jokes. “I’m Ari, Ari Levinson. And Should I call you Mrs. Levinson or?”

You chuckle at his playful nature before giving him your name. You envied how much more relaxed he felt on the plane than you did.

“So, you said your visiting family right?”

“Yeah, um my grand mother died.” You respond with a nervous edge to your voice as the plane doors click shut. You thought you could handle it, but as the reality of being sealed inside set in, the anxiety crept up faster than you'd expected.

As the plane starts up, your nerves kick in even harder. Your painfully aware your medication wasn’t working. The pilot’s voice over the intercom does little to calm you. You eye the window, wanting to close the blind, but hesitate. What if the other passengers actually enjoy the view? You don’t want to seem rude.

“Not a big flyer, huh?” he asks, glancing over.

You shake your head no as your eyes squeeze shut, tears threatening as the anxiety claws at you. Without realizing it, you've invaded his armrest, clutching it like your life depends on it.

“Breathe… everything’s gonna be fine.” His voice is gentle, but the panic inside you won’t settle.

“Is she ok?” You hear the other passenger whisper to him.

“She’ll be fine, I got her. “ Ari assures her, but it does nothing to assure you.

“I’m sorry,” you croak out meekly. You feel bad for ruining the flight for him, if you weren’t so scared you’d feel more embarrassed for the scene you must be making.

“It’s ok, it’s ok just breath. In and out. Deep breaths,” he instructs softly. You focus on his words, trying to steady your breath, though the fear refuses to loosen its hold. His hand lands on your knee, stroking gently in what should’ve been a comforting gesture.

It might have been, except with every stroke, your skirt rides up a little higher. Your muscles tense, but you can’t move. The idea of letting go of the armrest feels impossible—as if the moment you release it, the whole plane will fall apart in the sky. Irrational, but that’s how flying affects you.

“Shh, shhh, it’s ok just breathe,” he hushes you as his hand finds its way under the hem of your skirt and onto your skin.

The feeling is shocking. Your tear soaked eyes lock with his as smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you. He doesn’t stop and doesn’t care for your discomfort.

✈️

His words, once a source of comfort, now felt heavy and hollow, as if their only purpose was to mask his ill intent. You try and look past him for help, but he has you caged. His body angles crowding you in, shielding you from the view of other passengers.

Your thighs snap together tightly when his hand pushes between your legs. “Stop please..” you whimper out lowly, pleading.

Ari took full advantage of your fear. The paralysis you felt from the soaring plane and his invading touches.

“Your alright honey,” Ari says sweetly while pinching your thigh. It hurts and you sob out.

“Is everything alright?” A stewardess asks, towering over your row.

You look up at her through teary eyes, sniffling, but before you can respond, He turns to her with a smile, fully in control of the situation. “She’s fine, I’ve got her.”

“She’s just a nervous flyer,” the woman on the end of the aisle chimes in to your horror.

The stewardess nods and walks away, satisfied with their responses. Hopelessness settles as she departs and he leans in closer.

Ari hushes you again as he twists your skin harder until you falter allowing him enough space to settle between your thighs.

“No, no,” you panic out and peal your hands from the armrest. You clasp around his forearm but he’s too strong to stop. He pauses at the gate of your panties, his nails tracing against your seam.

“Now that’s not very nice,” he says low enough for only you to hear. “I’ve been nice, very nice. Helped you forget about the big scary plane, haven’t I?”

He was right. Your fear had sunk into the back of your mind as your nails pull at his arm. But now you’d give anything for that fear back.

“Don’t you want me to keep being nice?” He asks. You don’t speak, can’t speak. You just want him to stop his assault. If you promised you wouldn’t say anything would he let you leave? Could you escape and hide in the bathroom?

Your thoughts filter away as he peels your panties to the side with just his fingertips. “There you go. Doesn’t that feel better?” He coos softly.

“No please,” you beg as your stomach rolls as he presses his thumb against your bud. The pressure sends an electric buzz all over. His thick fingers molest you unabashedly.

“Why don’t you help me relax too, hmm?”

He glances down and your eyes follow. His erection threatened to burst from his tight pants.

“No, please,” you beg pleading. He prods between your folds at the rejection. It’s a threat.

You release his arm and reach over shakily. He shifts in his seat and you tense. The metallic sound of the zipper sliding down feels deafening. You freeze, heart pounding, as if the noise had echoed throughout the cabin. It’s ridiculous, but you feel exposed and embarrassed. Slowly, you start again, trying to make the zipper glide more quietly, but every inch sounds like it’s announcing what your doing to the entire world.

✈️

“There you go. You’re doing great,” he praises as you grip him. You cringe at the feel of the pre-cum coming from his tip. He sucks in a breath as you closer your eyes and try in vain to think of anything else.

“Tell me you want me inside of you.” He demands as his cock pulses in your hand.

“No,” you “I-I don’t want it.”

He doesn’t like your answer and enters you without further warning. Your body explodes with heat as he ravishes. Every no that left your lips seemed to give him permission to push deeper, curl slower, or rub your tender bud gingerly. You take lip between your teeth to stop the moans that threaten to escape it. Your thighs feel wet and legs fall away and you find yourself pushing into him.

Your ears burn when you hear how wet you are. Can he hear it? Do others know too?

Your spine curls as you clinch around him. He chuckles and pulls away with a smile as you try and catch your fleeting release.

"We got a long flight ahead of us honey, don't think I'm done with you yet."

FIN

[interstellarspacecadett]

WELCOME TO SPACE CADETT' S BLOG!

My name's Jasmine.

Here, I write sexual fantasies with fictional characters . All female readers are welcomed (I plan on writing gay stories for male readers as well), comments are encouraged, and so are reblogs.

None of my works can be translated into other languages without my permission. Copying my work is strictly prohibited, as stated in the copywrite act.

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These stories might include:

♤ Pet Names

♤ Alcohol Consumption

♤ Smoking cigarettes and/or cigars

♤ Angst

♤ Use of Daddy/Sir/Boss and Mama

♤ Vaginal Sex

♤ Anal Sex

♤ Bondage

♤ Dom/Sub dynamics

♤ Foot Fetish

♤ Manhandling

♤ Hard-core Sexual Intercouses

...The list will be updated...

Disclaimer: I like to write about married couples since I strongly believe in marriage and that sex should be considered a sacred act between two individuals who have found each other, but not all my creations revolve around them.

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DANIEL CRAIG'S JAMES BOND: ♡ one shots

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CHRISTIAN BALES' S BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN: ♡one shots ◇series

○ CHRIS EVANS' CHARACTERS

ARI LEVINSON: ♡ one shots ◇ series

STEVE ROGERS/ CAPTAIN AMERICA: ♡ one shots

ANDY BARBER: ♡ one shots

○ SPIDERMAN

MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDERMAN 2099: ♡ one shots

[cevansbrat0007]

Bold Moves

Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.” You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. “I know it’s still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.”

“Yes!” The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew I picked the right woman.”

“Just I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.” You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. “Now, I hate to cut this meeting short…” Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing you’d opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties. 

Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all. 

“But I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.” You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.

“Sooo…” The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. “Word on the street is that you’ve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?”

 “What do you mean?” You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. “Everything’s fine. He just…likes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. That’s all.”

And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if he’s coming to your place for the night. Or, if you’re already on the back roads heading to his. 

It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.    

Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. “Mm. While I haven’t lived here long, I’ve already learned how much this town loves gossip.” She muses. “Which is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.”

“Uh huh.” You give her a gentle nudge. “Even when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?”

“Shh! We do no not speak that man’s name in this house!”

“Why not?”

“Because I feel like he always goes out of his way to just…be around. He’s like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. I’m too busy building a career amongst the books.”

“Well sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.”

“Ay, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for because–”

“Because he’s standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.” You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out “you never saw me” - leaving you alone. 

You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that you’re looking pretty damned good. 

And then – just that fast – an idea strikes you.

Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them. 

Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once you’re finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then you’re out the door.

Hopefully you’d be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s right where you saw him last – near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself. 

But first you’d have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.

Marisol.

“Good afternoon, Officer Milton.” You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. “Detective Levinson.” Of course you’re immediately met with smiles from both men. 

“Well get a load a’ you.” Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. “Lookin’ sharp, darlin. Goin’ somewhere special?”

“Actually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.” You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt. 

“Ahh.” The officer nods. “Fingers crossed all went well.”

“It did. Thank you.” Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. “While I hate to interrupt you two when you’re hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.”

“She does?” The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighbor’s golden retriever. 

“Yep.” You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. “Not sure what it’s about, but I think she’s somewhere in the back.” 

Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it. 

And now you’re alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy. 

“How’s the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?”

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.” He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. “But if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.”

“Of course.” You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Well, I’d best be goin’ now.”

“Be safe gettin’ home.” 

“Same to you. Detective.”

And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesn’t move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering.  

Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you could’ve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had.  

Maybe he’d call you tonight and maybe he wouldn’t. But all that mattered is that you’d mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.

Later That Same Evening…

It’s been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.

While you’d long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit you’d worn to the bank. You’d simply been too excited to go by the shop so you’d decided to remain closed for the day.

Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, you’re in the middle of debating whether or not it’s worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see there’s nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.

The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, you’re treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip. 

Hello, Detective Ari Levinson. 

“Evening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.” 

“Why hello, Detective. Somethin’ I can help you with?” You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.

“Sure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.” He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.

“Is that right?”

“Fraid so.” He nods solemnly. “In fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.”

“I…well, there has to be some mistake.” You protest, your hand flying to your chest. 

“Huh.” Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. “Then you wouldn’t happen to know who these belong to, would you?”

Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger. 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, but they’re certainly not mine.” You sniff haughtily. “I’ve never seen those before in my life.”

“Now, Miss.” He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. “Perhaps I should warn you that it’s a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.” Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom. 

The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!

“You know what? I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need to search the premises.” The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. “It’s also a felony to impede an official investigation.” Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“And I'm thinkin’ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. 

“I’m sure a good girl like you ain’t got nothin’ to hide.” Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” You respond, sounding a little more breathless than you’d like.

“Unless there’s something in there you don’t want me to find?”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next

“Not sure I believe you, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” You concede. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But you’ve gotta be fast.” You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. “Because I’m expecting company any minute and we don’t need an audience.”

“We’ll see.”

Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, you’re caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. 

“I’m not sure what you’re on, Detective.” You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. “But I’m giving you five minutes to figure it out before I–” 

“You know, Miss, I didn’t wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?”

“Excuse me?!” His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.

“Answer the question.” His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. “Because every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.”

“Goodnight, Detective Levinson.” You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. “Please see yourself out before I’m forced to call your supervisor.”

Your words are met with silence. And it’s not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving – up the same stairs you’d just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you. 

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart.” Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. “But I’m not through with my investigation.” It’s a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this. 

“I want you to leave.”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m finished.” He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. “But first, I’m gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.”

“I–I will do no such thing!” Comes your almost breathless reply. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Hm.” Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. “But you are a suspect.” In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. “And it would be rather reckless of me if I didn’t pat you down.” One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. “You should know that I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.” 

Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.

“I’m gonna report you.” Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.

Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if he’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security. 

Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. It’s impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Now I’ve gotta ask you, little Bird.” He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. “Do you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?” 

“N-no.” 

God, you were so fucking wet right now it’s embarrassing. And you can’t stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts – cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.

And there’s a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond.  

“Hm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see ‘em.” Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “But now it’s time for the big question.” Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. “And don’t you dare lie to me. Are you–”

“This ain’t right, Detective!” You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. “Pretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.”

“As a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.” He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. “It’s my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.” Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt. 

“And what do you know?” He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. “Looks like we’ve got a little liar on our hands. Don’t we?”

“Don’t. We.” The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?” Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. “What should we do with you?”

“....I…don’t know….”

His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub.  

“Tell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who can’t seem to tell the truth. Even when it’s in their best interest. What do ya say?”

“Y–yes, Sir.” You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. “Whatever you want – I’ll be so, sooo good!”

Thirty Minutes Later…

“Why the fuck you keep runnin’, baby?” Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. “Yeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchin’ those cheeks bounce.”

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock. 

He’d been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, he’d lost count of how many times he’d paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldn’t be enough.

He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue. 

Thankfully, he had no doubt that he’d have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who would’ve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?

Meanwhile, you’re too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, you’d already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three. 

Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!

Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.

“Please, Ari!” You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. “I–ooh God–M’so close!”

“Oh yeah?” He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Then let me see you work for it.” A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. “This is how bad girls get punished.” You tense when he delivers yet another blow. “They’ve gotta work for their pleasure.”

“I’m sorry–wooh God!” Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.       

“That’s it, baby. Yeah, there we go.” He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. “Yeah, throw it back like you love it.”

After an afternoon of being bad, there’s nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying – honest to God, you were.

But it was all too good. Too much. 

“Just know, everytime you run, I’m gonna drag that sweet ass right back.” Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. “Now cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takin’ it easy on you, pretty Bird.”

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bunny

Ari Levinson X Black/WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

You’re the new bartender at Ari’s club and tonight you’ve had enough with how the other women treat you but don’t end up fired like you feared.

warnings: Ari lol. Sex. Bullying. Insecurities about weight. Fat shaming.

note: I still have love for Ari but this is the only thing I’ve finished for Ari and probably won’t be writing anything new for him either bc of other hyper fixations taking over my mind 😂 but I hope yall enjoy it and all its errors bc I’m too lazy to fix them. I’m trying to empty out the fics in my notes so the range of characters I’ve been stuck on over the years is crazy 😂 this has been in my notes a month shy of a year 🙃

also reader is always written with a black/woc perspective but no actual description in this one other then weight.

The cool air danced over your exposed skin, working for a night club meant the exposure was necessary. It attracted customers and that usually meant you got good tips. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed finally having a reason to wear pretty things all the time. 

You wasn’t even sure how you got into your current situation, you had been sitting across from your boss’s desk crying. You were so embarrassed when the tears started. Ever since you started the night club the other women working made your  life hell, at first you thought it was initiation but it prolonged week after week. Next week making 4 months you’d been on the clock here and every day you worked was a day you had to deal with their bullshit, they were by far worse than the male customers that tried getting handsy. At least the male customers got dealt with and thrown out. 

Apparently the club really never had much issue with the bartenders getting pushed up on, only the dancers, but when you started that changed. You thought your boss would fire you for the problems it caused at the bar but he just added security around the bar, adding a strict rule about the behavior at the bar and towards bartenders. Mostly you. 

You had ignored the gossip that it was especially for you, that the boss has some fondness for you. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. All the beautiful skinny women running around you knew he sure as hell wasn’t interested in you. Yea, you knew you were beautiful, you had eyes you could see your face but you were fuller, more plump than any other woman here. That alone lead you to believe you couldn’t be his type, no other women who looked like you worked here. Didn’t that mean something? 

You was surprised you even got the job, your potential boss did nothing but glare at you while the interview went on. He also told you dancing was off the table for you, but it had to be because you didn’t look like the other women. You were so hurt but did your best to not show it. You needed that extra money dancers got not believing you would do well fully clothed. Who did?

But you were wrong. The men drooled over you so much so the women complained about all the men being at the bar instead of their tables. Which meant you got great tips and more tips than usual since the men wanted to get their own drinks instead of the dancers bringing them to their tables. Men wanted to be around you. 

Through out the long nights you’d always catch your boss glaring down from his offices floor to ceiling windows. It was remote controlled, he could black out the windows when he wanted or have them clear so people could see him. It made your stomach flip at the thought he had wanted you to see him staring. 

Sometimes he’d have you personally bring his drinks up, which caused the men to groan with displeasure at your absence or he’d end the night by coming down personally for his drink when making inventory lists and everyone was gone and the cleaning crews took over. He’d always tip well. So well you didn’t have to work the rest of the week if you didn’t want to, but you did and saved your money like the plan called for. On nights you had the courage you’d asked him questions, simple questions as he sat across from you at the bar.  “How was his day” and such. He’d humor you with short polite answers, a smirk playing on his lips at your failure to hide your nervousness and arousal. You’d always have to clench your legs when you’d finally hear his voice usually for the first time that night and see that smirk. 

Ari Levinson, God he was a menace and the only person in the world you’d let call her some cutesy silly name like Bunny. 

You felt his presence tower over you and your mind finally caught back up to the present moment. You were in his office because one of the other women finally pushed you to the breaking point. You was embarrassed that something to stupid could finally get you to react. 

“What happened Bunny?” He husked while sharp blue stared down at you. 

He was so close, too close, you could hardly focus. You wiped away a stray tear before taking a deep breath. 

“It was nothing” you stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.

“It wasn’t nothing you broke her nose baby, now Bunny I won’t ask again” his voice was demanding but without malice.

You breath hitched as your eyes found his, storm blue ones raging. Though you totally misread it. What you miss took for anger because you let yourself believe the lies was Ari’s control hanging on by a thread. 

You contemplated lying to him.

“Don’t” 

Your eyes widen. Ari had to suppress the groan that fought it’s way up his throat at the sight before him. There you stood, eyes puffy from crying, lips red and swollen from nervously biting them, your teary eyes wide. Fuck that’s how Ari wanted to make you look but because of the pleasure he could no doubt provide. 

“She..she..uh.. she said you only hired me because you felt sorry for me and you would never touch someone as fat as me” you whispered, face hot with anger as you pushed some of curly hair behind your ear. 

As much as it pissed Ari off he couldn’t help the little happiness he felt at the fact that out of all the things he knew the women did to you, that made you react. Yes Ari knew about the way they treated you, this was his club he knew everything, hell he knew everything as he should about is his city. But Ari had wanted you to come to him, maybe it was selfish but he wanted you to need him. 

“And I’m sorry I shouldn’t have reacted that way! It’s just been a lot with them! But please I’m sorry I really need this job and it pays so well I can’t afford to lose it!” 

Ari stared at you while you word vomited in front of him. He was a little disappointed in himself for not thinking of it that way, that you wouldn’t cause a sense or make trouble by asking for help because of how much you needed the job. 

He shook his head at you as his hand grabbed your face softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Shh Bunny, calm down, it’s ok” 

You were too shocked by the gentle caress to really hear his words. 

“That’s not true, not at all” he said.

“It’s not?” You asked not completely convinced, your doubtful eyes searching his.

“No it’s not Bunny” he answered before stepping forward and truly caging you between him and his large oak desk, his hips rolling forward so his heavy hard erection pushed into your silk covered soft belly.

“Don’t you see what you do to me Bunny?” His deep voice groaned wreaking havoc on your nervous system. You gasped at the feel of him.

Of course you suspected he was large but feeling him, it, so strong and heavy against you was something your imagination could never come up with. You could cum just from him rutting into your soft belly. 

Your hand flew to his shoulder to steady yourself and the other to get balance on the desk.

“Their just jealous baby because from the moment you walked your pretty little ass in this club I hardly given any of them a glance” he whispered as his lips ghosted up your jaw to nibble your ear. 

You clenched your thighs as you groaned in his ear. 

“And Emma, well she’s just mad because the last time I did fuck her” he stopped before pulling back to watch your face, you had went ridged under him, your face tight with anger. He continued before you could say something. 

“I called her your name while I came on her” His voice was deep and needy as he confessed to you, some how his thumb had made its way into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while he watched your face. He realized he seemed to love doing that, watching your reactions.

You were slightly angry with yourself for being so turned on. You should be mad he was talking about fucking another women, yet you weren’t. You wanted more than anything to feel what Emma felt but to know it was you that he wanted and it was you he was getting.

“If you want me to stop bunny and I will, just say the words” he told you seriously as he pulled his thumb from your mouth awaiting her answer.

As sure of himself as he was there was still that nervousness deep down in his stomach you would say no. Turn him away because of who he was and what he did. He knew you, had been watching you since you started and you were a good girl, everything he wasn’t. 

But you didn’t. With your eyes locked on his, you opened your mouth licking up the underside of his thumb before pulling it into your warm mouth to suck.

And fuck did Ari think his fucking knees would buckle. 

“Good girl” he replied trying to pull himself together. He was about to cum all over your stomach. 

It earned him a moan around his thumb.

“Now tell me what you want Bunny because if you want me then there is no one else, I do not share” he was serious, he had wanted you from the moment he saw you. Tried to keep you away because of his line of work but he was too selfish a man, he could only hold out for so long. 

You released him with a pop.

“I want you and I want everyone to know especially Emma because neither do I” you said finally showing a more confident side.

Before you knew it his mouth was covering your and he had you on the desk, your skirt lifted and thong covered ass chilled by the cool wood while your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Fuck you couldn’t believe he kissed this good, you didn’t even want to come up for air. 

At this point both your legs were up, ankles sitting on his shoulders, high heel clad feet dangling in the air. Your skirt tucked up around your waist so he could see everything. 

He needed to see everything. He fucking dreamed of this many of nights. 

His cock was free, long and hard. He ran the under side of it between your folds and up over your mound. Over and over again driving you wild as he collected your wetness. 

“Oh fuck Ari please” 

“Please what Bunny?” 

“Please please fuck me!” You whined.

Your body stilled at the intrusion, he was kissing you, running his hand up and down your body, pinching nipples trying to get you to relax just a bit more, he knew he should have worked you up more but he was past that, he had no control left, you were ready enough. 

“Fuck” he groaned out appreciatively once he pushed slightly into you, your gasp ringing out in his ears as your natural manicured fingernails cut into his back. A pain he welcomed. You were so tight, tighter than he could ever dream of and wet, so fucking weak. You were already leaking on his desk. 

A wet dream come true.

It was a few moments and thrust later you started to relax and Ari could really work into you.

“Oh fuck” you moaned out, both hands gripped the edge of the desk while his hands dug into you full round ass cheeks, your bottom hung in the air. Ari the only thing truly keeping you suspended. He loved this position because of how much control he had.

You couldn’t even get your brain to truly function, you’d never been fucked like this. He was fucking you like his own personal toy and he was so so deep. 

Because you weren’t functioning you had never noticed the call he made on his intercom, you didn’t notice the door open behind him, never noticed the blonde staring furiously at the sight before her.

Ari balls deep into the pretty little bartender she hated so much, who got special treatment from the most fear man in the city, the man Emma wanted more than anything. Hell any woman who crossed paths with the blue eyed giant wanted him. 

You didn’t notice until Ari leaned forward pressing into you completely causing you to scream out. Your fingers digging into his back once more, at this angle it was too much, you didn’t understand how he could feel deeper then he already was. 

There she was eyes locked on them, her face red with anger and embarrassment like you had been not to long ago at her hands while she held tissue to her bleeding nose.

Ari cursed, the tightness of you too much, your wetness dripping down his sack and thighs.

“Fuck bunny, tight wet little pussy is daddy’s favorite, you gonna let daddy come in you?” He groaned out feeling both of your ends near. 

Your eyes stayed locked on Emma as your fingers gripped his short hair.

“Oh fuck yes daddy! Please come in me! Fill me up” you moaned out. 

You was sure the whole club could hear over the music and you couldn’t care less.

Your body shook and your eyes roll back as that sweet feeling set her body on fire, Ari stilled after a few hard thrusts that cause his heavy desk to scrape backwards before he roared emptying himself into you.

You squealed as another orgasm slammed into you, the feel of his hot seed sending you catapulting into another one. Your eyes blurred as tears flowed from the pleasure.

When you opened your eyes Emma was gone. You both were breathing heavy when Ari used his hips to thrust you up on the desk a bit more. 

“Oh fuck” you yelled out feeling completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by his softening cock still buried deep inside you.

His hands grabbed your face, blue eyes locking yours in place. 

“Looks like I finally caught you bunny”. 

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: felon!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Surprisingly, you’re Ari’s first stop when he gets out of prison

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!! Ari (first and foremost because hello☝🏾lol), angst, talks of prison, allusion to violence (male-male), allusion to childhood trauma, a few bad language words, unprotected happy adult fun times (everyone please be safe!)

A/N🎤: Hi! So this is my entry for the Cum Together Extravaganza created by the amazing, talented, wonderful, whore-mone inducing @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 lol, and I hope everyone enjoys☺️! *This idea is loosely based off Nicolas Cage’s character from Con Air (if you know you know✨)

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was created by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

Prompt: Pining + Running into each other after a long time apart + Frantic Kisses

His heavy boots stop just a foot or two away from the familiar steps he’d climbed plenty of times before. A mix of emotions swirling through his brain causing a tightness in his chest.

He shouldn’t be here.

Not after he’d all but physically pushed you out the visitation room that day. A common tactic of self sabotage he developed over the years, along with his way of trying to protect you from the eventual hurt he knew he’d put you through.

You were so angelic that day. Your natural glow competing with the sun outside shining through the window against your soft skin seemingly made of gold. Brown eyes full of worry, yet still holding that sparkle Ari had never experienced from anyone before. This wasn’t a place for you to be. A place that would soon tarnish your purity - so white the freshest snow, having fallen directly from the sky above, seemed dirty.

“You’re hurt,” you stated wanting so badly to reach out and try to do something for the blue and purple bruise on his cheek. To clean the dried blood around the stitch in his right eyebrow, but you keep your hands to yourself following the strict “no touching” rule.

He only shrugged. Clearly uncaring of whatever happened, but there was also a dimness to his spirit.

Since your first meeting, you could tell there was something hidden behind the walls he’d built. Sense a complicated past before he felt comfortable enough to tell you some of what he’d gone through. However this was different. Past the point of reverting back to the old Ari that was known as a troubled, aloof hermit, it’s almost as if this was a completely different man.

“I uh wanted to bring you cookies, but the officer said no,” you started again, trying to change the subject since Ari wouldn’t tell you what happened. “Something about possible contraband smuggling? As if I could sneak something in a small cookie. Plus it’s me of all people! Where would I even get-,”

“Don’t come back here,” he finally spoke in that gruff voice. It takes you back at first, lightly chuckling to yourself thinking he was joking. His serious eyes - somewhat dark and with new adjoining bags from his lack of sleep - tell you otherwise quickly causing a furrow to your brows.

“Wha-What do you mean-?”

“You don’t need to be waiting for me. Just…leave.”

“B-But I love you Ari.”

He shakes his head before standing to his feet. “We’re done,” he calls over his shoulder as he reaches the metal door. Whoever was in charge apparently heard him from the pad shining green to grant him entrance back to the waiting hall where another officer met him to reapply his cuffs and escort him to his cell.

All the while ignoring your cries of his name and how you pleaded for him to talk to you.

But later that night, staring at the discolored white ceiling as he lied in his top bunk on an uncomfortable, lumpy mattress, it’s all he could hear. Those same tears that ran down your cheeks now silently running down his.

“Fuck,” he silently curses to himself while his fingers pass through his almond strands as he turns away - now hyper aware of how strange he probably looked to your neighbors just standing in your yard. He should’ve just gone to the halfway house he’d been recommended from the transfer counselor.

Try to stay far from you and this part of town for that matter.

He was slowly realizing though, that the heart he thought was closed off desperately craved attention only you could give. Only wanted your warm touch and smile that soothed a childhood ache he’d long suppressed.

Just as he moves to descend your stone path, the front door creaks open to staccato taps on your wooden porch. There’s a continuous clink of metal followed by excited barks as the black dachshund runs down the steps and around Ari’s feet.

“Barry! You can’t run-”

Beautiful as a painting in a museum, there you stood in your cut off jean shorts and some older looking shirt. Your hair much shorter than the last time he saw you eight years ago, but the pixie cut only brought more attention to your gorgeous face and adorable cheeks.

Other than that, it’s as if you hadn’t aged a day.

“A-Ari?,” you stammer stepping further out onto your porch.

He has to clear his throat to get rid of the nerves blocking his words from escaping. “I…I’m sorry for just showin’ up like this. Would’ve called, but when they gave me my phone back it was dead.”

“So..you’re out?”

“Yea,” he softly smiles. You don’t return it though looking as if you’d seen a ghost while staying planted on the top step. Even Barry had returned back to your side, circling a couple times until he felt comfortable enough to lie down. “This was a mistake. Clearly she doesn’t want you here.”

“I’ll uh leave then,” Ari says nervously scratching the back of his neck after a long - and awkward enough - moment of silence between you two. “I didn’t mean to bother-”

Before he can finish, you’re running down the steps - not caring of the dirt and grass on your bare feet. He’s prepared for your deserved anger, whether that be yelling, shoves, or even punches. Instead, your fists clasp the front of his shirt as you pull him down to meet your lips.

After years apart his hands still automatically find their usual place on your body bringing you closer. Ari’s right on the side of your neck, tilting your chin however he needed to gain the access to your mouth he missed, while his left dragged from your hip to the middle of your back holding you to him.

Your moan hitting him in a deep, long ignored place that has him embarrassed like a teenage boy how fast his blood runs southward.

The need for air has you both begrudgingly parting, while your foreheads stay connected. “I’m sorry..for everything,” he whispers letting his thumb graze along your petal soft bottom lip. It’s as if he thinks you’ll break he’s so gentle - like it’s a fragile piece of artwork he dared touch.

"I didn't-"

"Shh," you reply leaning up to peck his lips once more. "Later."

-

Your lips barely separate journeying the short distance from your front door to your bedroom. Both of them red and swollen, yet neither of you attempt to stop as your back hits the light blue comforter - fluffy and soft as a cloud.

His hands grip your thighs curling along his sides, yet fail to move where you need them most making you whimper as his mouth slides to your neck. Taking matters into your own hands, you pull his shirt over his muscled back - silently giggling to yourself and filling with a sense of pride hearing his pleasured groan as your nails rake against his warm skin.

They’re set for his buckle next, but Ari’s quick to use his rougher and stronger ones to pin on either side of your head. “Ari please,” you whine eagerly trying to grind your hips so your soaking core can get some type of relief. You know he’s desperate for something too briefly nudging the tent formed in front of his pants.

“I know, I know.” He unsuccessfully tries to kiss the pout from your lips. “I..I wanna take my time tonight. It’s been eight years sweetheart.”

The deprived and needy part of you wants to counter, urging him for the opposite since it’s been so long. Instead, you nod letting him completely take control.

Slowly, he helps remove your clothes before open mouth kisses and taps of his tongue flow down from your neck and across your heaving chest to your stomach. You moan arching your back to lift your breasts closer to his face when he returns there taking his time attacking one nipple with his tongue while the other is groped and plucked in his free hand.

By the time he finally reaches your waiting and wet core, it only takes one lick and your sweet release is covering his beard.

“S-Sorry,” you stammer feeling your skin heat even more from shame not wanting that to happen so quickly.

“Sorry?,” he softly chuckles before leaving a kiss on your mound. “That’s what’s supposed to happen.”

The sound nearly has you in tears knowing your Ari was back. The one you knew loved you just as much as you loved him.

Having had a taste after going so long without, he can’t wait for more switching between his skillful tongue and fingers until your juices flow again, His mouth attached to you; greedily slurping everything you could give him. Your fingers are seemingly locked in his hair as he rises enough to remove his pants. Grunting as he grabs the base - past the point of painfully hard - to direct himself inside you.

“Fuck,” he moans into your neck feeling you rapidly pulse around him. So warm and tight he has to restrain himself from taking you like a wild animal.

Not that you would mind.

“M’not gonna last baby.”

“Spose to happen,” you slur clutching around him urging him to move.

His hand tightly pinning your hip to the bed, his thrusts start slow yet hard before gaining speed the closer he feels. Simultaneously, your cries of his name get louder as well while his mouth and tongue move along your neck and earlobe.

“Shit, I feel you right there baby come on. Come with me.” You can’t comprehend anything with your brain in this foggy, love drunk state, yet somehow your body complies when his thumb finds your swollen and throbbing nub squirting against his skin and down to the sheets below. “Mm good girl.”

His final pumps have you filled until no more can stay. A small mix of both your releases leaking from your hole with every surge of his hips until he’s drained.

Exhausted, he carefully tries to pull out but your whines have him stopping. Softly smiling to himself while slowly lowering until he’s comfortably laying on top of you. “Calm down I’m here.”

Soon your even breaths fill his ears and he’s able to lie on his side - gently moving you with him- to completely take in the area surrounding him. His fingertips mindlessly tracing along your thigh as he reacquaints himself to your bedroom. It was fitting for you in every way, from the light yellow of the walls to the books lining the shelves he built for you long ago. Your few stuffed animals in a wicker basket in the corner as if they were prepared for bed themselves.

Ari notices one in particular - a white bunny with long ears and pink bows he bought you during a trip to the store one day - on your dresser next to a framed picture you must’ve secretly took. He appeared to be taking a break from something dressed in a gray tee, dark jeans, and work-boots with his utility belt on his hips. A bottle of water in his hand lifted to his lips as he looked off somewhere in the distance. Now that he thought about it, he was watching a bird peck the ground trying to find bugs or seeds to eat.

And he looked so peaceful. So calm for once in his tormented life. He had you to thank for that being kind and willing enough to share your light when he fought so hard against it.

In the bit of moonlight peeking through the blinds, he can make out ‘Home’ in the corner of the picture causing the slightest curl to his lips as he holds you closer.

“You kept putting up with me,” he quietly speaks pecking your temple. “So patient even after everything. Know I’m never leavin you again sweetheart. I’m home for good.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Bird thinking about Ari and his sudden, unexpected interference in her life. - Sweet Renegades Series

[matchamorphosis]

✿ ゜・。𝒂.𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ✿ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚 。・゜✿

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || a white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 || dadsbestfriend!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader + boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 || smuty smut with ploty plot

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ nsfw, vaginal fixation (f receiving), daddy kink, fingering + spanking, age-gap (ari is forty-three and reader is twenty-two), jake is also twenty-two here, size kink, cum play, lots of making out, semi-hate//lust dynamics, panty kink, cursing, affair mention and repeated toxic marriage mentions, ari isn’t necessarily dark in this but he comes off vv possessive — minors do not interact —

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 || 4K ➳ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 || @firefly-graphics

𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || hello sweet cherubs this fic is finally here! this is my version of the Calvin Klein dress scene from Cluless! if you’d like to see more bestfriendsdad! works from me you may file some requests here on the exception of reading my writing restrictions. anyways, hope you all enjoy reading! — xox, rosie posie ♡♡♡

the moon’s silver rays shine divinely this night.

similar to shimmery shine of the highlight y/n l/n applies to her cheekbones but that magical light seeps through the open curtains of the y/l/n manor sitting room.

crystalline glasses of ancient scotch glow radiantly under the golden lighting of the milk and honey chandelier above two gentlemen’s heads. playing cards as they sip their expensive alcohol, snacking on pistachios and exchanging Ivy League memories with your fathers favorite Frank Sinatra album playing in the record player.

few cards in one of the grasps of the Mayor of Sunset Boulevard, Ari Levinson’s calloused hands, the other lifts his glass of scotch and raises it to his lips. taking a respected sip while clearing his throat, relishing the crisp cold of the ice cube floating in the glowing amber liquid.

in the chair opposite to Mister Levinson, with more than a dozen cards in both his grasps and a cigarette fuming in between his fingers is your father— or what he proudly prefers to call, his longtime pal that he just reunited with this early summer.

that has been through all thick and thin scenarios of boyhood friendship entering male adulthood. now sitting successfully and comfortably over years of hardships, with families and fortunes of their very own.

his long time friend, y/f/n y/f/l/n sighs, finally putting down a card he deemed useless after long moments of debating it’s use amongst his others. taking a pistachio from the small China bowl next to the deck of cards, he munches it in thought.

Ari examines the card, a Queen of Hearts to his realization and immediately he picks up from his pile. taking the Queen to complete the set of Heart royalty he puts all his cards down successfully with a deep chuckle. taking in your fathers amusingly defeated stance, puffing the remains of his cigarette before putting it out against the ash tray.

“you’re a bastard, Levinson.” your father grumbles yet Ari only responds with cocky laughs. humming along the next song that plays, recognizing the rhythm of the song as his black loafers taps against the expensive carpet underneath their sitting figures.

“Ari, I hate to confess but i’m in a blight disposition here.” your father grumbled, looking down at his cards thrown carelessly against the polished redwood table.

“of course you are, old friend. you just lost.” Ari chuckles, sitting back as he begins to take his tin cigarette box from his trouser pocket. realizing a sudden shift in the atmosphere in your fathers growing stressed mood.

who is not shuffling the cards to start a new game, not singing along the Sinatra lyrics he is so familiar with and certainly not engaging into any conversations with him on their grand past.

opening the glossy black case to reveal the thick cigars imported finely from Italy. taking one and placing it in between his lips, he offers the case to your father who ignores it. strangely so, for your father to deny a cigar from Ari. head turning over his shoulder towards the open glass doors leading to the white marble entryway of the mansion.

as if your father is waiting for someone, Ari could only wonder but he just looks over concerningly at his old friend.

Ari lights a single cigar, tapping it against the tin before taking the end to meet the playful flame. taking the other end in between his lips, the darkly flavored tobacco filling his mouth. entering and existing richly with an inhale and exhale, scratching his beard as your father finally speaks.

“it’s not the cards, I need some assistance because i’m in great need of advice. you do know of my daughter, y/n, don’t you?”

your father questioned, still drinking heavily from his polished glass, distressfully as he clears his throat here and there. with that it’s as if Ari Levinson’s heart stops pounding at that very moment. the smoke filling his chest and stills in the back of his throat, as he cough your father looks over.

Ari Levinson knows very much about y/n l/n, he knows you inside and out.

for how would anyone in this aristocrat town not know of you? you’re the princess of Beverley Hills, the very sunshine of the West Coast.

“of course I do, she’s a real special woman, but I don’t understand… what’s the matter?” Ari agrees subtly, grabbing his scotch glass. trying to relieve the sudden scratchiness of his throat and ease the pound of his chest with the cold alcohol.

before your father can answer the sound of the doorbell going off interrupted those upcoming words. looking at each other briefly, you’re father sighs and not a second goes by does your voice suddenly shout— “Daddy can you please open the door! i’m not ready yet and Jake is already here!”

those words alarm Ari, especially with that given word that he’s so used to hearing it between you and him. privately, with you on your knees and his cock in your mouth but of course as any other pristine girl— you’re a daddy’s girl in more ways then one.

“then the boy can wait outside!” your father bitterly shouts, and you whine at the top of the staircase. pulling at your fathers and Ari’s heartstrings but mostly at your fathers hesitant nerves.

“Daddy please! open it up for him!” your father sighs and rubs his temples, Ari just takes it as a moment to open the damn door himself. clear things up for himself since your father isn’t spitting whats bothering him.

walking to the front door, Ari opens the door and immediately before the man behind it can ring the doorbell again Ari is met with a tall, slender young man. sporting slick black hair and sharp blue eyes paired with obnoxiously large sideburns, a sort of confidence oozing out of him as he lifted his head up.

“well well well, you certainly aren’t y/n’s daddy. thank god for that.” he smirks, as he walks in and beaming those white teeth without introduction.

Ari is speechless, taken off guard with not just the boys presence but the coy remark that maybe wasn’t intentional at all. this is what’s going on, Sunset Boulevards princess got herself a little date.

y/n l/n has herself a little boy toy, Ari bitterly assumes.

maybe to relieve whatever emptiness in your cold heart that you need to manipulate and break with another innocent one. or maybe Ari is being to cruel, you could just need someone to fuck because he hasn’t done the liberty of that in weeks.

from that realization, jealousy enters the heart of Ari Levinson. glaring at the young man in the casual yet expensive beige two piece— he can’t seem to recognize the young man at all.

“Mayor Levinson, pleasant seeing you here.” the young man boyishly smiles and Ari immediately snatches the Tom Ford hat off his head before smacking it against his chest.

“she’s not ready yet.” Ari grits and walks back to the sitting room, the young man trailing behind with an offended scoff.

taking off the tan coat, a tight black shirt hugs his lean chest nicely before he meets his sights on your father. flashing him a charming smile and lending his hand out, “Jake Wyler, it’s an honor to meet you Sir.”

your father just stares at the hand and Jake just takes it as a hint to clench it himself and keep it to himself. “this is a nice pile of bricks you got here, Sir.” he speaks with the manners his mother taught him, analyzing the sitting room of bookshelves and the record player that still plays Sinatra.

“do you drink Mr. Wyler?” your father barks, Jake just stares at him unbothered, something his father taught him when in the presence of a man.

“nah, i’m cool.” he responds, taking his hat and coat in one arm as he glances down to his watch. wondering where on Earth you are because he cannot handle the knives being thrown at him by your father, speaking of him Jake looks back to him.

“i’m not offering, i’m asking if you drink. you think I give alcohol to schoolboy drivers like you taking my daughter out?” Jake is confused and hates to admit it, afraid but your father isn’t even nearing yelling his head off although Jake just nods his head along before shaking it no.

your father scoffs, going back to the cards that he is now shuffling. a break at least, from his state yet Jake makes another mistake— glancing to the Mayor of Sunset Boulevard - a town he and his family just moved to- for some support but is only met with a seething glare more furious then your fathers and a puff of cigar smoke.

still, Jake manages to keep his cool despite feeling himself sweat underneath the designer cloth.

“h-hey I understand, you’re getting this protective vibe and I completely get that gig.” Jake answers, of course to a question that was completely rhetorical.

he is only met with Ari’s deadly cobalt blues as he drinks from his scotch. “what the fuck is wrong with you kids these days?” your father snaps and Ari couldn’t agree more. “you think the death of Sammy Davis left you an opening at the Rat Pack?”

“Sir, what I meant- I didn’t mean to offend—”

light clacking coming from the first story staircase catches the three men’s attention immediately and cuts Jake’s apology short. with each step that comes closer in their direction, Ari’s heart thumps louder and quicker. with Jake’s curiosity getting the better of him, he gets closer and with that moves out of Ari’s way so he and your father can see you coming down the stairs.

like a star from heaven, you have a otherworldly aura that radiantly off you in soft motions. white satin wrapping your elegant figure beautifully, Tiffany pearls wrap your neck in a sophisticated form. creating a heavenly silhouette with Frank Sinatra’s lyrics of Strangers In The Night playing to your stunning advantage.

Heaven and all lovely things reach the tattered pieces of Ari Levinson’s soul, the image of you so captivating and ethereal. no one can disagree, that y/n l/n is an angel with angel eyes and an angelic smile. who can send anyone up to the pearly gates with the ease of a glance.

the crystal chandeliers in the homes shine brighter for you, yet you brighter than the moon itself glowing in the starry sky. Jake grins at you, speechless yet acknowledging you’re presence with an extended hand, which you take bashfully.

“handsome.” you greet him, a heart red Moschino bag in hand that you hold effortlessly.

“dollface.” Jake smiled, kissing your cheek before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer for another kiss. “you’re stunning.” this time, he plants it cherry on your lips.

Ari grimaces, staring fully down at his wedding ring in spite. if only he would have told Jake that you weren’t home and you never wanted to see him ever again. Jake Wyler, a chip off the block compared to the power he holds is receiving the pristine privilege of feeling your soft glossy lips.

melting into the innocent kiss, you cannot see nor notice Ari, nor the envious thunderstorm in his chest only grows more sinister with cracks of thunder.

his head clouds with anger, jealousy— all things in ugly shades of red and green while he puffs away at his cigarette but he resides with his instincts. by all means, you’re father asked him what to do about you since he’s so stressed about this date, he’ll guide him into doing what’s right.

but all to keep you away from this boy is his true intention.

“you’re not gonna let her go out in that with a boy like him are you?” with that your father looks to Ari then back at you. “boys like him only are interested in reaching second base, never-mind respecting the woman.” Ari whispered your father heard enough and immediately called your name.

to Ari’s pleasure, you pull away from Jakes kiss and finally walk into the sitting room where he finally look at him. “yes daddy?” you ask but you’re met with serious stark of your fathers hues and to your disadvantages Ari’s gruesome smirk.

“what the Hell is that?” your father snaps, gesturing at your dress and you look dumbfounded. your father never cared for what you wore but as you realize who is in he room next to him, you’re sadly left with your answer.

who the Hell does Ari Levinson think he is?

thinking he can dictate whatever the fuck your father has to say when he’s just invited for a game of cards and a smoke. this man doesn’t seem to leave you alone, even when he’s the one who cut all the none attachable strings with you.

damn, you can still feel your heart bleeding out.

“it’s just a dress daddy.” you answer softly, resisting the urge to take your heart-shaped Moschino bag and hit Mayor Levinson’s head with it.

“says who?” your father counters, looking to Jake who can’t seem to get his hands off you to his dissatisfaction.

Ari himself would break the greedy hand that grips at your waist, fingers molded perfectly to clasp it and he curls his fingers into his palm.

nobody touches what’s his.

fuming cigar hanging in between his two fingers, his wedding ring shines a golden twinkle as the rest hold up the scotch glass. keeping yourself from trailing your eyes up those hands and to meet those fierce blues that once captured your heart not so long ago.

“Calvin Klein daddy, that’s who.” you innocently respond, Ari holds back a scoff at that but only continues to smoke away. sporting an amused, lazy smirk as you try to defend your case— to bad your fathers a lawyer and knows when someone’s bullshitting him.

“it looks like underwear. go upstairs and put something over it.” you’re father reasons with you gently and you just grin a smile and agree. “well duh daddy I was just about to.” you giggle.

it makes Ari shoot his glass down on the polished table, rather loudly, he excuses himself outside because he cannot take anymore of it. he’s knows he isn’t going to get his way, maybe not yet. so he walks away and it’s now— both of your heartbroken eyes interlock and oh there’s a similar burn of hatred and desire in your pretty mascara hues.

going through the halls but not before kissing Jake on the cheek, whispering a i’ll be right back before departing to the coat closet. shooting a deadly glare straight into the chambers of Ari’s heart when you ignore him. letting him see you’re all as you walk down the hall in that dress that’s thin as silk.

then he’s out the door and into the night, but you don’t understand why you feel so alone and hurt.

“take a seat Mr. Wyler.” you’re father barks, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it.

Jake immediately obeys and takes a seat, however you reappear with a sheer coat over your figure the upcoming minute. nowhere near covering you up but it’s enough to keep your father off your back. “Jakey, are you ready to go?” you ask but your father seems to answer him.

“Mr. Wyler’s going to stay here for a minute so I can clear a few things to him. it’ll only take a minute.” your father speaks, looking at Jake who is sporting sweat bullets.

huffing, going along with your fathers irritating procedure and say that you’ll meet him outside then when they’re both done.

opening the front door, you walk down the fine stone porch and into the terrace of ivory pillars that ground the grand four story house. glancing at Jake’s cherry mustang that’s parked at the drive way, you stay under one for the porch lights dripping in white lilypad light.

wondering when your father would stop pettily interrogating your date so you two could finally go out dancing. spend the whole night washing down cherry schnapps whilst those cherry lips and that candy red tongue of his trail everywhere they set when you two are hot and heavy on the dance floor.

a soothing choir of the night crickets, humming cicadas and the pleasing quiet of the luxury suburbia plays. it’s sweet and relaxing but you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you, reminiscing a growing feeling that you can’t seem to remember but feel so common to.

that is, you’re thoughts are interrupted once you hear a lighter flicker. whipping your head with a gasp you’re met with the tall broad shouldered man sitting at the porch swing, not swinging but sitting with his wrists at his knees, perfectly still and quiet.

scaring you enough to stop your heart from beating, you’re eyes meet the man you’ve fallen in and out of love with. large thighs spread and burley arms resting on the furnished chairs arms, you can smell the spice of clove and sandlewood in his cologne from where you stand.

just inviting you to sit on his lap, reclaim your throne.

denying him that urge, you only turn around and glare down at the large man with a cigarette between those ripe lips. “what are you doing out here Mayor?” the irked nature of your comment leads Ari softly smiling to himself.

oh did he miss that snarky attitude and more importantly, being at the receiving end of it for him to fuck it out of you.

“what? a man can’t enjoy a cigarette with the moon looking that beautiful?” his retort makes you scoff and roll his eyes, looking behind you to see the moon swimming in a pool of silver.

slowly, you turn your attention back to him. hoping with all your heart that Ari would choke on the smoke in that disgusting cigar, let it wrinkle his heart and suffocate his lungs. just so he will not stare you down with those heart piercing sapphires for eyes.

lighting the cigarette with his golden lighter, the cursive initials of My Beloved engrained in the metal. letting the blood orange flame engulf the end of the cigarette before letting go of the latch and covering it. puffing away in seamless curls of tobacco smoke, almost yearning to reach your figure.

as if the smoke was an extension of a open palm for you to take, but of course you don’t take it and you most certainly don’t give the satisfaction of even looking at him. “come on, princess.” he’s met with silence as his eyes met with yours, drinking in the cocktail of lust and anger coming to bloom.

the only respond there being is you holding your purse closer to, babydoll thighs rubbing over each other. that makes him smirk, getting a hand of his own and have it rub at his thigh. “c’mon, where’s my sunshine princess? where’s Daddy’s special sunshine?” Ari lowly but softly draws.

breathing out a cloud of cigar smoke leave his mouth and despite the hatred for the man you’re craving for him to blow it in your mouth. sit on his thighs and let those large rough hands roughly gripe your ass wrapped in the white satin piece. cupping his thick bearded cheeks as he seals the cotton clouds of Italian tobacco with a burning moonlight kiss.

make you forget all he did that tore you apart from the inside out, but even that won’t help stitch the fragments of your heart together.

“i’m not your sunshine and i’m certainly not your damn princess.” burning tears blooming in gloom within your Bambi eyes. the words are airy and laced with an aggressive undertone, encouraging Ari to take another hit.

“of course you are. even when you’re convincing yourself otherwise, dollface.” his words are spiked with aggression of his own, the use of Jakes nickname for you just a prop to get you to snap back at him.

but that’s the thing— he wants you to snap back, to yell at him, to get a reaction from you because jealousy is plain as first sight.

the same sight he has on you that used to be so pure and loving is now darken like the night. practically having murder written all over him. the shadows of those finely carved features of that gorgeous face tensed up as he glared at you.

a travesty how you both are here heartbroken over the span of an innocent summer.

“oh, oh! I finally see now, you disposed me when your precious marriage was starting to crumble but now that your little plaything is with someone else you’re finding significance in your deserved losses. jealousy, Mayor Levinson, doesn’t look good on you.” his respond is nothing short of a icy squinted glare and a few pathetic puffs of his stupid cigar.

“what, dollface? of course I would choose the stability of my marriage over a whore, and so what? are you jealous of Mrs. Levinson?” the condescending sweetness in Ari’s voice makes you grip the Moschino in your hands with a death like grip.

“as if.” — you walk towards him, well no one can say it’s walking when your pearly heels are stomping along the floor but you manage to be so composed yet deadly.

the anger of Aries inflaming the your raging urge for vengeance while Athena graces you with the ability of precise pretension. eager to cut a poor mans heart out from his chest and eat it out right for him to see you sink your teeth into.

Ari takes you, takes your tearing eyes of rage and agony for granted— with each step it makes him darkly chuckle when he finally gets a reaction from you. until you stop right in front of him, not in the middle of his thick thighs. even when you’re willing yourself to not kick the golden spot between them.

“your wife knew all about us. she knew herself what was going on when I accompanied you on those golf courses. she knew what you were doing when you excused us when I was over for dinner. she fucking knew what she found in your city office drawer wasn’t her underwear but mines—”

every word you spit out drips in stinging venom, each with the intention to seep into his skin and stop his heart from beating.

Ari could only manage a seething shut the fuck up but your counters are working since Ari’s heart paces rapidly in his chest on how you’re speaking of this matter so loudly for whoever in this plastic world can hear. especially with your father and that school boy still inside and being able to hear.

“she knows all about us, Mayor. your wife fucking knows and soon everyone will fucking know—”

“now is not the time to talk about this.” he barks, trying so hard to keep it at a whisper, a single hand of his rises to cover your mouth but you smack it away before you smack him red on his chiseled cheek.

“your fucking wife knows of me and about me, and she knows something else to, Mayor. she knows, that no matter what, divorce or whatever strings she pulls to make you stay with her that i’ve got you wrapped around my fucking finger and you cannot let me leave your pathetic fucking life—”

the statement is cut off with his hand wrapped around your neck. the same hand that displays the shiny golden band of empty vows that’s been torn to complete shred. bringing you down on his lap, lifting the hem of the dress and harshly stinging a sharp spank onto your ass.

once, twice, thrice; until you’re cries and whimpers are muffled into his hand.

“when I tell you to shut the fuck up I mean it.” Ari flares, hand still covering your mouth as you try to keep your cries to yourself as he keeps spanking your ass. “gonna bruise this ass all raw and sore, make it clear to that stupid boy who you fuckin’ belong to since you’re not sayin’ shit.”

taking handfuls of your ass, those fingers curl down around your thighs till they brush up against the wetness of your panties. “well, would you look at that. my princess soakin’ through her panties with just a few spanks? is that what you fuckin’ need? for Daddy to spank this bratty disobedient ass t’get yourself off?”

“no! let me go!” you shake your head as your eyes tear up, those tears dripping down onto his thigh but he only laughs at that.

mocking you in this state of ditzy pleasure and offense, the hand that covers your mouth is removed to reveal your cupid bows a hazard of smudged cherry lipgloss. it instead wraps around your neck, and with that action it leaves you wetter and wetter in seconds, making you grit your teeth on how you can’t control yourself.

those furious brows scrunch in their deadly form, tears stream and whimpers are finally heard and Ari kisses them away. leaning away from his touch, you have a hand in his hair and you pull his head away but you don’t expect the moan that erupts from him when you do so.

Ari drinks in the single dark stream of your mascara running down your cheek, a single finger coming to swipe it across your pearly shine cheekbone.

they say a real gentlemen ruins your lipgloss and not your mascara but Ari Levinson isn’t any other gentleman. kissing you breathless and wiping that tear off with the width of his thumb, simultaneously rubbing your cunt through your panties till you’re moaning eagerly and disapprovingly into his mouth.

“this little needy button is desperate for Daddy’s fingers, isn’t it?” Ari tasks as he kisses you again, tongue wrapping with yours as his hands find your tits pressed against his forearm. “c’mon princess, just say the magic words and Daddy can make the bad bad tingles go away.” still you hold your tongue and bite Ari’s bottom lip, making him growl as you grind harder on his lap.

“uh ah.” you whine into his mouth, curling your fingers through his thick amber hair till your fingers scratch against his scalp. a single one of his large hand glides down to pinch your nipple through your dress and he groans when he find out you aren’t wearing a bra at all.

“naughty baby,” he doesn’t know that he said it aloud but he goes to reach the honey-coated fruit between your babydoll thighs. you’re still protesting a hesitant but strong no, your cunt sopping wet and drenching everywhere from the way Ari’s hands grasp your tits.

Ari practically relishes in the way you squirm on his lap from the building pleasure. “why not dollface? you’re already making a sloppy mess on Daddy’s pants.” Ari taunts as he gripped the delicate cloth of your panties to the side.

“don’t you see it, dollface? look at that, look at your sloppy pussy fucking against Daddy’s thigh. poor little thing you are, you need to cum. don’t you?” making your head dart down as you see Ari’s thick fingers rummage through your slicked folds.

whimpering and moaning when the pads of his fingers circle slowly around your slicker pearl, teasing the ring of your hole just right that make you whimper. lapping up your saturation with his fingers, Ari smirks when he hears the wetness between your puffy pussy lips before savoring your whimpers that you try so hard to contain.

“it’s so easy to make you a needy slut when you’re in my lap sweetheart. no man can make you feel this way, not that stupid toy and no other man. get outta that head of yours and let your Daddy take care of you.” there’s no room for you to disagree when he’s stretching his ring finger in you, covering your mouth with his free hand when you gasp a moan.

that golden band wrapped around his finger cold against the velvety skin of your cunt, it’s disappeared completely with his single finger being knuckle deep in you. whimpers rolling from your mouth, secretly loving how Ari’s stretching your tight soaking walls.

“Daddy missed this pussy so much princess. missed how it feels ‘round my fingers, almost forget how your tight needy walls squeeze ‘round me.” fragments of incoherent rambles erupt from you that are muffled with Ari’s hand, you just moan and blab your mouth off as he adds another thick digit.

“so warm and wet, fuckin’ missed this sweet little thing.” the older man rasps in your ear, feeling the material of his trousers become tighter with each second his cock throbs. “—and maybe, if you’ll be a good girl and come on Daddy’s fingers. i’ll stretch you full of Daddy’s cock when you’re done dancing with your new boy toy.” a squeal yelps out of you when his hands comes striking down on your ass.

solely for the pleasure of seeing it bounce as you grind harder on his fingers. “how does that sound dollface? you’re gone cum for me? make a mess on Daddy’s fingers and pants? you really wanna get Daddy in trouble don’t you? have your sticky sweet cum all over me, you naughty fuckin’ whore.”

the pads of his fingers just increase their pressure, having you whimper and cry out into the palm of his hand to let you cum. “speak up dollface, you need to cum then you best ask for my permission first or date be damn—” he whispers before finally letting your mouth go.

“—i’ll fuck you full of my cum that your dripping all over to whatever sleazy club that stupid fucking boy is taking you to.” enjoying the breaks in your breath and the sweet little sounds of pleasure that fill the night air.

“please, let me come Ari. please I need to fucking cum—” you sob as his fingers scissor your walls open, your response is to only tug at his hair harder. crumbling against his chest from the pleasure until he pulls your hair to meet his gaze once again.

“no no dollface, haven’t you learned from the beginning I saw you? what’s the name you call me when your father isn’t here? what’s the fuckin’ name you use when my fingers are stuffed in your pussy and your grinding your whore cunt against my cock? use your fucking manners.” he seethes and it’s similar to thunder rolling.

“Daddy! please Daddy I needa come! Daddy pretty please.” you wail in his ear and Ari is close to covering that mouth again if he wasn’t so washed over by your sweet moans and whimpers.

“that’s what Daddy loves to hear dollface. go on sweetheart, make a mess on Daddy’s fingers. such a good girl, taking what Daddy gives you.” you’ve never been so scared in your life and Ari has never been so hard when you hear the talking inside come to a stop but never felt more excited for your date and your father to run in on you.

wrecked on your fathers best friends lap stuffed full with only two of his fingers in your cunt.

amusing the man who’s lifting his hips to gain some friction of your cunt against his bulge. although when you least expect it, he pulls your hair for you to look straight at him. the sounds of his fingers continuing to pump in and out of your fluttering walls so close to reaching its euphoric peak.

reaching all the golden spots that made you melt and that’s why no matter if you’ve welcomed Ari he’d always pull you closer with every come hither motion as he stretches your pussy with his fingers. the pleasure dripping out of your sopping cunt slathering onto his iron-pressed trousers, specifically his crotch that you’re grinding on.

“Daddy! Daddy i’m coming!” you whisper in his ear while attempting to hide your face in the crook of his neck. maybelline lips finding that sliver golden chain and pulling it between your teeth, licking the skin underneath it.

of course Ari doesn’t like that at all, despite the groans that hush out of him when you suck a raspberry stain against his bronze skin— he enjoys watching those crybaby eyes gloss over when you’re reaching your peak and he adores how you clench on his wide broad shoulders when you feel yourself cumming.

he loves watching you fall apart, just for him.

making you lock your eyes to his burning blues and you feel yourself slipping over the edge when his fingertips brush against that shiver of pleasure you’ve been keeping away for so long. creaming all over his fingers, his condescending praises fill your ears as he kisses your slightly tasseled hair.

shame fills your chest but you know your plan worked.

“there we go, there’s my messy girl. always making a mess, it’s alright dollface. Daddy likes it when you make a mess.” he rasps as he licks his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you he missed.

that glistening gold ring he used to carry with loyalty and pride now coated sinfully in your cum. reflecting off the golden lights of the porch and you try to catch your breath, try to fix yourself up from the small wrinkles that form on your dress to the lipgloss you reapply.

trying desperately and ever so quickly to regain some form of posture while despising the cocky essence that radiates off of the ungodly man. big hands instinctively go to gripe your peachy ass and make you circulate your hips. feature light up in confusion yet when your sore and bare cunt rubs against his bulge, to his very intention and you scoff.

getting off his lap to finally finish up with a tiny heart shaped hand mirror in your hand. putting it back inside your handbag, you’re satisfied that you cleaned yourself up well but there’s one thing you forgot…

your panties.

turning around, you see the white lace in Ari’s hands. using it to clean off the excess cum off his trousers but holding the panties in his grip possessively. almost putting it in his back pocket when he believed you weren’t looking.

until you’ve taken it from him, spritzing it lightly with your perfume. taking the garment and holding it above his face, making sure that he gets a whiff of your perfume and the arousal that soaks through the cloth.

“go on Daddy, take them.” you smirk, waving the scandalous piece and rubbing the cloth slightly against his nostrils.

“just make sure Mrs. Levinson doesn’t find them this time.” dropping them in his lap, immediately afterwards with not a second to spare the front door opens and there you find your already tired date.

“—and just know this Mr. Wyler, if anything happens to my daughter I have a ‘45 and a shovel. I doubt anybody will miss you.” your father calls as Jake takes your hand into his sweaty palm and leads you to the sleek cherry beauty.

although you can’t help but smile that megawatt smile when you shout a cheerful goodbye to your father and can’t help but give a cheeky wink to Ari. smirking when you see him hide the garment in his back pocket, relishing in his glare and anticipating the next time your paths will cross.

but you are the daughter of his best friend and as you recall your father telling you, there’s a political dinner at the Levinson Manor to celebrate his re-election as Mayor.

and oh you cannot pass up that opportunity.

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Wrapped Up In You

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x WOC Reader

Warnings: 18+ only; A/B/O verse; soft!dark Ari; omega!reader; explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (wrap it up folx); very dubious consent; hormone-ic? coercion; breeding kink; little bit of size kink/descriptions of reader as short/smaller than Ari

A/N: Something a lil dark for beefy alpha Ari. He just wants to be with you. 😳 Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Ari runs his thumb along the ridges of the key in his hand. At his desk, pages of floor plans lay abandoned while heat from his palm warmed the key over the past thirty minutes.

He perks up at the sound of knocking.

Ari sets aside his drafting pencil. The key drops into his pocket.

He opens the door, rewarded with your smile.

After stepping inside and slipping off your shoes, you hand a paper bag to him.

“Just stopping by to give you these.”

The croissants are crisp and he knows you ordered his favorite – blueberry.

“Stay for a bite?” he asks.

You help yourself to the kettle at his stove, filling it up with water for tea.

As the two of you chat and indulge in the pastries, Ari’s eyes trace your body in your seat. How much you belong there, elbow to elbow with him. Your voice filling the kitchen, bouncing off the walls together with the light of the setting sun.

Your tongue licks your lips in delight of the treat. Ari can’t help smiling; he knows you got the croissants because he mentioned earlier in the week that he had a craving. It’s days later and when you have spare time, you show up and prove how attentive and caring you are.

His perfect omega.

“I should head out. Before I eat more of these and have no space left for dinner with the girls.” You lift both of your plates and head over to sink.

He walks you to the door, helps you shrug on your jacket. Before you can reach for your purse, his thick arms have swept you up, closing the height gap and bringing you eye level with him. You run your fingers along his beard, letting the bristles tickle your palm.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

You nod. He leans in and kisses your smile.

At dinner, you endure some teasing briefly.

“You really ditched Ari to come hang with us? Damn, you must really love us.” Nora squeezes you against her side.

“Of course I love you,” you say unironically. You tug at your sweater to let in some cool air.

“How is he?”

“He’s good.”

Gabe makes a face at you. “Look at that smile. You’re so cute with him it makes me sick. Just get married already.”

You roll your eyes. Your friends know you are in no rush to get married. It’s not a box you’re interested in checking off your list.

“Yeah, yeah.” Gabe clears the table for space as your food arrives. “You both like how things are going just the way they are.”

Nora adds, “He adores you and you like him to death and I bet he’s never said no to you before, urgh…”

“He’s sweet and committed and dicks you down good and that’s all you need,” Gabe finishes, heedless of the waiter who is still unloading their tray onto your table.

You grimace at the waiter and plan on leaving a big tip.

As you’re halfway through your sorrentinos, you try to remember if Ari has ever said no to you before.

It started a couple days after he offered his spare key to you. You told him it was incredibly sweet and thoughtful, but you weren’t sure you could accept it at the time. A big gesture on his part for giving it to you – and you consider it an equally big gesture to accept. To take such a big step.

Ari didn’t bring it up again, just kept visiting you, chatting with you as usual, which eased your guilt. He knew you were afraid you hurt him by not accepting the key.

Ari was hurt, but that pain just made his love for you pulse harder through his veins. Like a fine needle, that pain pricked him in the smallest way – and out spilled his devotion to you. His determination to be completely yours.

A week.

He left small, potent hints of himself all over your space over the past week.

Sitting in your car with his wrist pressed to the gear stick. Forgetting his tie at your apartment. Swiping his wrist against the underside of your pillow. Slipping a handkerchief into your jacket pocket. And every chance you were in the same room alone with him, Ari upped his pheromone output just enough. Sometimes he did it in minimal, unnoticeable, amounts while you two had dinner. Once or twice, you sat near him as he made phone calls and wrote emails that ‘frustrated’ him, got him worked up, aggression and stress wafting at you until you squirmed with the need to soothe him.

Your alpha.

The next day, after some coffee and quickly cleaning up around your apartment, you head over to Ari’s house.

He lets you in and you squeeze his hand briefly before wriggling out of your coat. You’re warmer than you expected, even as the temperatures dropped today, a brutal wind swirling light snow outside.

“You got any ice?”

“There’s cold water in the fridge.” He pads into the kitchen after you as you’re finishing a glass of water.

“You planning to hibernate?” You nod towards his refrigerator, filled to the brim with fruits, veggies, and other indications of planning a feast.

“I might have gone shopping while I was hungry,” he said, smirking down at you and planting a kiss on your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You reach for him and he hugs you.

The two of you have brunch and then leave for a movie.

Ari reaches over sparingly for some popcorn. The tub of popcorn is always on your lap, ensuring you have comfortable access to crunchy goodness, until you lose interest in eating it; then Ari slides it into his hold so you don’t have to keep holding it. Today, you don’t indulge in the popcorn as enthusiastically as normal.

As the film introduces the characters, Ari notices your head on his shoulder. This is not unusual. However, you don’t remain still. Your temple rubs against him. You nuzzle distractedly and curl tightly against his side.

When the first major fight scene starts, Ari can feel your head nodding. Fitting his arm around you, Ari pulls you close to his chest.

“Doing okay?” he whispers.

It takes a couple seconds for you to respond, as you find it pertinent to lift your face up and bury your nose in his neck.

You hum and murmur back. “Feeling tired.”

“You wanna go home?”

You nod.

Back at his house, you groan into a throw pillow. “I was so excited to see that movie. I don’t know why I got so sleepy.”

“It’s alright. We can go back another day. You wanna take a nap?”

You sigh. “That sounds good.”

Ari promises to wake you up in an hour.

Leaning over the bedside, his hand brushes your cheeks, senseing the temperature of your body rising.

Eyes heavy, you smile up at him as he tucks you in. “Thanks, Ari.”

Almost thirty minutes later.

It’s quiet except for the howl of wind outside the house.

Ari lifts his head. A dizzying scent tickles his nose. He hears your footsteps soft against the floor.

“Ari?”

“Baby, you’re awake?”

Your face feels flushed with heat. On your way out of the bedroom, you removed the confining layer of your pants.

Ari forces himself to remain seated. His body has gone tense, muscles fighting the restraint he has put on himself. You step closer to him, your delectable softness coming within reach.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, quiet, concerned.

“I need…” You frown at him. Pout that his arms have not already enclosed you. “I feel hot all over. Like…”

Your hands find his shoulders, firm and solid.

“Like when I…Oh no. I think…”

“Shhh. It’s okay. C’mere.”

Those arms cradle you onto his lap. You sigh in relief.

“I’m right here.”

“Ari.” You whimper, the sound going straight to his cock.

“What do you need, baby?” His hand rubs deliciously up your back.

“Maybe I should go home.” Your heat is a couple weeks early. The symptoms have settled deep. You’re weighed down with a feverish discontent and the only thing helping is pressing harder against Ari.

“Shh. I don’t think you should be driving. And there’s a wind advisory.” His thumbs graze back and forth on your skin. He can feel you shiver with pleasure.

“I think”—

“It’s okay. Tell me what you need.”

You burrow and press your face against the side of his neck. “I, um—I think my heat”—

“I’m right here.”

You feel his lips kiss down your jaw, accompanied by the distracting, lovely scratch of his beard.

“Mm. Ari, I’m sorry—I just…”

“What do you need?” Large hands grip your thighs, pressing your core against him. His voice dropped so low, a tremble rose up your spine.

You gasp. “Need you. Alpha, I need you.”

Your naked limbs wrap around Ari as his weight holds you down against the bed. You squirm, kissing him hard, addicted to his taste. You’re aflame with desire, with a bone-deep yearning to be one with Ari, to open yourself and give to him.

Ari relishes the way you feel in his arms, in his bed. Revels in getting you like this - physically and emotionally giving to him. Giving and letting him take all that nature has written belongs to him.

He rolls, pulls you on top of him and reaches down to grip his cock. Your slick has leaked all over him, dripped down his member and he can’t wait any longer. He angles and pushes into you.

You gasp and keen as he fills you, so thick, filling you, asserting he belongs deep inside you.

His lips are swollen from your passion. He nips at your chin, sucks wet kisses down your neck.

“Ride me.”

You tremble as your knees brace at his sides. You want to feel him inside you like this forever. You want him written under your skin, his touch dragging against you, heavy and certain that you’re his.

A smack stings your ass cheek, making you whimper.

“Ride your alpha. Be good for me.”

You want to be good for him. For your alpha.

Your hips rock up and down, back and forth. Bobbing up and down his cock so that it stretches you, and drags in and out of you in a most maddening, delightful manner.

All the while Ari’s mouth, with that wicked mean beard, blazes across your chest. His teeth find sensitive flesh, tugs your nipples. His tongue tastes your sweat. He has imagined a hundred times the child you will give him, that you will feed from your breasts, the two of you his perfect future.

But you were so unsure. So hesitant about potentially disappointing Ari. He knew of your doubts and he knew he could overcome them. Sometimes by soothing you, by patiently loving you. Sometimes by taking – taking the next step for both of you. Moving you both forward.

His mouth closes around your neck. You moan, the wet heat of his mouth stimulating your sensitive heat-ridden bonding gland. Burning pleasure threatens to engulf you.

“Ari,” your voice bubbles with a moan. “A-alpha!”

You’re no longer riding your alpha. Ari has you trapped in his embrace, one hand gripping your ass cheek as he bucks up into you. His pace is brutal. Hard thrusts have you choking on your breath, moans broken and rising into sobs as his girth rubs against your most sensitive spot and his mouth bites down on your bonding gland.

You come squeezing him tight, your cunt begging your alpha to fill you with more than his cock.

Ari pants, “Right here.”

“Ari…” you manage to mumble before he presses you to his neck. Your lips part instinctively, eager to complete the ritual, needing to do as your alpha has done.

“That’s it, omega. Take me.”

You bite.

Ari groans, coming hard inside you. He grunts, deeply pleased, fulfilled. Breathing hard, his face presses into your hair, drinks in your scent. He holds you, pumping his cock into you slowly until he dips deep and his knot swells into place. Pleased that his seed is in you, finally feeding your fertile womb.

You’re sated for now, assured that your body has received every drop your alpha demanded you take.

Later, Ari laps up the cream dripping like sap from your beautiful pussy. You’re needy, dropping deeper into your heat, with only one goal motivating you to stretch and arch your back. Your knees and hands balance you, presenting a sinful sight that has Ari salivating.

You whine and bury your face into the sheets.

“Please, alpha…”

Ari has never told you no.

Cooing at you, Ari splits you with his generous length.

When he’s seated to the hilt, pelvis caressing you ass, he sighs. Pride and adoration mix and flutter inside him and beyond him to you.

You're drunk on your carnal calling, the bond intoxicates you with his alpha triumph, his single-minded focus to sink into you.

He’s taking care of his omega. Breeding you, your soft curves just waiting to fill with his pup. Such satisfaction swells bigger with every deliberate, possessive plunge of his cock deep in and out of you. You’re at his mercy, his fingers biting into your hips. You’re taking what he gives you like his good little omega.

He knots you until you’re exhausted from trying to milk his cum.

Each day of your heat, your alpha takes the utmost care of you. Each day of your heat, Ari gives you what you need.

One year later.

Ari walks beside you. In his arms is the softest little creature that you both are obsessed with.

When you reach the front door, you hold up your hand. On one finger is a ring. In your palm is a key.

You both step inside, into the house Ari renovated as a surprise for you.

Some days, as you wake and see Ari cuddling and feeding your pup, you can’t believe how happy you are.

Ari’s found everything he wants in you. He wraps one arm around you. You lean against him, stroking your baby’s cheek and smile back at him. Content and loved.

“Welcome to our home,” Ari says.

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Thank you for reading!

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Family Affair

Chapter 3

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite! Thank you

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Slow Burn

Dark Ari x Reader, Dark Ransom x Reader (Pregnant reader)

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The paper gown crinkles beneath you as you shift, its sterile chill pressing into your skin. The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, casting a stark, clinical glow that makes every edge and shadow feel sharper, magnifying the emptiness of the room. You rest a hand on the edge of the paper sheet, fingers tracing its texture, trying to steady the nerves pooling in your stomach.

Ari had promised to be here. But here you are, and he isn’t. It’s like he’s still overseas. Nothing has changed.

The door clicks open, and you turn, feeling a flicker of hope before it dies. It’s not him.

Ransom steps in, filling the space with his usual careless confidence. He casts an idle glance over the instruments lined up on the tray, ignoring your look of shock and frustration.

“What are you doing here?” you murmur, your voice low, hoping the simple act of curling inward might shield you from him.

“Where's the doc?" he asks, voice dripping with boredom.

“He’s coming.” You sit up a little straighter. “I don’t know why you’re here, but you shouldn’t be. Just go,” you hiss.

“And leave my sweet sister-in-law all alone? Nah.” He smirks.

“Ari… he should be—”

Ransom scoffs and starts rummaging through the cabinets, noisily. “Don’t be stupid. You know as well as I do he’s not coming.” His voice is curt, and you feel your hope slipping. Deep down, you know he’s probably right. But part of you still wants to believe he’ll show up, even if you know the truth.

Your eyes start to sting, a familiar ache in your chest. You blink back the tears, turning away before they can fall.

"And how exactly are you getting home, hm?” He snorts. “I heard that piece-of-junk Civic of yours is broken down, so you must’ve taken the bus. There’s three inches of snow outside. That’s not happening.”

“I’ll call Linda.”

“So, not my brother then?” he quips, quick and cutting. “Guess he’s too busy to be here for his pregnant wife. Probably has his nose so far up the old man’s ass that you’re the last thing on his mind.”

He moves to another cabinet, rummaging around with a casual disregard. You try to ignore him, you still have a sliver of hope. Ari was probably running late,maybe due to the snow. You’d made this appointment especially for him to share in this moment.

A gentle knock breaks through, and you exhale. You press a hand to your stomach, as if to soothe both the tension and the tiny life inside you.

“Sorry I’m late; another appointment ran a little over,” Dr. Rogers says as he enters, clipboard in hand, his smile a welcome reprieve.

Ransom doesn’t miss a beat. “You always this late?” he mutters, shooting the doctor a sideways glance. But Dr. Rogers keeps his calm, focusing on you, his expression softening.

“My apologies,” Dr. Rogers says. “An emergency ran over.”

“Oh no, it’s okay,” you say quickly, trying to defuse the tension.

Dr. Rogers glances at Ransom, brow slightly raised. "I’d appreciate it if you didn’t disturb the equipment. Thank you," he says smoothly before turning back to you, his professional demeanor firmly intact.

“Nice to see you again,” he says to you warmly. “And may I ask who we have joining us today?”

“Her husband,” Ransom lies smoothly moving closer to your side.

You glare at him, holding back the urge to confront him right here. Why he’s doing this, you have no idea.

“Well, nice to finally meet you,” Dr. Rogers replies, a thin veneer of professionalism barely masking his judgment. “I’ve heard so much about you. Glad you could finally make time. She’s been quite brave without you.” He gives you a gentle smile. “I heard you were overseas for charity work?”

“Uh, yeah, I just think it’s important to make a difference in the world. I’ve done some volunteer work abroad… hands-on stuff, really rewarding,” Ransom says, voice oozing self-importance. You arch a brow at him. The only person he’s ever cared for is himself.

Dr. Rogers nods. “I hope she’s kept you up to date on her progress. Though I haven’t seen her in quite some time.” His comment is directed at you, and you bristle uncomfortably.

“Sorry… I’ve just been so busy with work.”

“It’s quite alright, as long as you make time now,” Dr. Rogers says. “Now, enough with the small talk. How about we get started?”

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The gel that hits your belly is colder than ice. You try not to squirm, but the added pressure from the ultrasound wand makes it hard to stay still.

Normally, you’d feel embarrassed by the stretch marks that decorate your belly, but that’s the last thing on your mind now. Your gaze is locked on the grainy image on the screen. The figure is hard to make out, but you’re sure it’s your baby. The sight makes your heart flutter, your breath hitch. Ransom leans in, watching closely. You wish it were Ari instead. But you push that thought aside; this moment is too precious. The tiny, pure creature growing inside you doesn’t need your negative feelings toward its father.

“Oh,” the doctor murmurs, pausing with the scanner. Your heart drops, and your mind races with bad thoughts.

“What? Is something wrong?” you ask, voice tight.

“Calm down, everything’s fine,” he assures you, though his tone doesn’t quite ease your worry. You search the monitor, trying to spot whatever he noticed.

“Your initial scan was so early that we didn’t catch it,” he explains. “But if you look here…”

He points at the screen, and Ransom leans in further. “This little one was hiding in the back.”

“Twins,” Ransom says, realization dawning before it fully sinks in for you. The word hits you, and you feel lightheaded. One baby was going to be a challenge—but now two.

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Getting into Ransom’s car feels like willingly stepping into a trap, the cramped interior of his Porsche a cruel reminder that this choice, though far from ideal, beats standing in the biting cold. But at least the creamy leather seats are soft, molding around you with a warmth that eases some of the strain, even as the seat-belt presses a bit too snugly against your belly, already stretched and sensitive.

As he slips into the driver’s seat, you can’t help but wonder why he’s even here. Maybe it has to do with Harlan and his money. You wouldn’t be surprised if the old man offered him a deal—to be nicer to the family in exchange for not being cut off. After all, Harlan’s money was the only reason your husband was back in the country so you wouldn’t be surprised.

Ransom starts the engine, the low hum of the Porsche vibrating beneath you. He glances over with that familiar smirk of his, the one that never quite reaches his eyes.

"Hungry?" he asks, his gaze flicking over your stomach with that casual, insipid interest. "Guessing that baby bump means you’re always hungry, huh?"

You press your lips together. Swallowing the bite of irritation that wants to rise. “Can you please just drop me home?”

"Don’t be a brat," he shoots back, his voice laced with mock sweetness. "You're eating for two… or three now, right?"

You can’t tell if he’s pretending to care or just seizing the chance to slip in as many fat jokes as possible.

“I have food at the house,” you mutter, turning away from him, eyes on the snow drifting outside, unable to block out his presence completely.

"Stop acting like you're so eager to go back to that shit hole." His voice like a quiet knife, cutting through whatever calm you manage to hold on to.

"Ari—"

He scoffs, cutting you off, his tone dripping with something you didn’t care to dissect. "You know as well as I do, you're the last thing on his mind."

You flinch. Pregnancy had a way of making you feel everything too sharply, and his words were no different. The vulnerability that had been building for months threatens to break free. You try to hold it back, but it wasn’t enough. A sniffle escapes. Then another.

“Oh, god.” His voice was low, almost gleeful. "You’re still in love with that asshole. Really?"

You don’t respond. Instead turning more toward the window, holding back another sniffle, hiding your puffy eyes from his judgmental eyes.

You hear him sigh as the Porsche surges forward, the engine purring in protest. Outside, the world blurs into white, snow piling on the road slick with ice. Ransom cuts through it all like he doesn’t have a care in the world. And knowing him, he probably doesn’t.

"Can you slow down, please?" you ask, your voice brittle in the tense silence.

He ignores you. The landscape streaks past, your heart pounding faster with every lurch of the car. Every bump feels like it might send you airborne, your fingers digging into the cold leather as you brace yourself.

“Come on," Ransom says finally, the words almost a sneer. “We need to celebrate the twins. I know this nice little Italian spot downtown. Fettuccine to die for.”

“Ransom!” you squeal, panic bubbling up as the Porsche swerves dangerously. He cut off an eighteen-wheeler, and the truck’s horn bellows through the air like a warning.

He glances over, but there was no trace of concern in his face, just a little amusement. “Now you know better than to call me that.”

The speed and the chaos makes your chest tighten. You stare at him, wide-eyed, unable to speak through the lump in your throat.

“Come on," Ransom presses, ignoring the mounting fear. "What are you in the mood for? Huh?"

“I’m fine. Just… please, just take me home," you whisper, trying to control the sob that was threatening to escape.

“Don’t be stupid,” he spits. You scream his name, and his only response was to rattle off more options.

“There's this great little Greek place on Oak.”

“Rans—” You cut yourself off, choking back a sob. "Hughe! Please!”

“Fine. Takeout it is.”

Ransom jerks the car off the highway without warning, red lights zooming closer in a blur. The screech of the tires sends your heart up into your throat. But as he slows, your stomach sinks. The torment isn’t over.

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𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲: Once upon a time, in the shiny pearly gates of an elite residential community not long ago - lived our dear sweet y/n Beaudelaire. A revengeful Juliet, a woeful princess within the lavish parts of these aristocratic folk. What will happen when she meets again with her once Romeo now fiend in the lovely auspicious event of her graduation party? Especially when she’s out for his head.   

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

— 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤: a night of dirty dancing with two lovesick strangers leads you to you inviting them into your home and into your heart.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — pomegranate kisses ๑ strawberry lipstick ๑ garden of desire — work in progress!

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟: A white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. Sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

— 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞: Getting tired of the same old kisses as the only form of intimacy in this scandalous relationship between you and your new neighbor. A regular day of sunbathing, cloud watching and chewing on lemon strawberry mentos by your poolside isn’t the only thing on your mind when you call Mister Levinson over. Hopefully you’ll keep this relationship a secret...

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞: Ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival.

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫: Your daddy bear takes you out on a picnic!

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬: Ari Levinson takes his little ones out to the beach to enjoy a day full of swimming in the sparkling sea, making opulent sand palaces, and not having to choose between seashell crowns and seaweed necklaces.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲: Makeovers and movies are always so fun! Especially when you’re experimenting with Ari on not just eyeshadow palettes and lipglosses but sex positions to.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩: You’ve been a good girl all day and as the rules follow, good girls deserve treats.

— 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬! You’ve been testing Ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛: Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: after calming you down from an anxiety attack, Ari helps you soothe from any remaining stresses with cookies.

— 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦: you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s driving you from staying up past your bedtime.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩: a sweet sunday riddles with seemingly endless chores finishes with victory sundaes. that is, if you haven’t been such a rotten brat.

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤: jealousy is a slow and painful death for you when it spikes your heart but Ari reminds you who his heart belongs to.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬: sneaking some cake when you’re not suppose to leads to major consequences.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[shotgunbunny]

Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby

༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺

WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations

{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}

{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}

Like real people do {part 1}

Eyes always seeking {part 2}

Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.

You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.

Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.

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It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.

You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.

"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."

You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.

You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.

When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.

That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.

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You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.

You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.

You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.

Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.

You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.

You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.

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Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.

His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.

He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.

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You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.

You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.

You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.

And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.

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You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"

Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.

'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.

"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.

He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."

You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.

You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.

When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.

He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.

"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.

Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.

He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."