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hoax [ari levinson] [four]

hoax | trapped in an arranged marriage and unrequited love, you'd do anything to stop making ari despise you.

pairing | dark!ari x naive!sunshine!reader

warnings | uhhhhhh at this point angst is a norm, + childhood trauma??

notes | in my defense, ari is also going through a groveling period and will in the future continue to go through one. i want to put him through an unbelievable amount of rollercoaster rides. also sorry if this isn't my best work :) uni flew by so i wrote this here and there when i had time.

buy me a kofi! drabble requests/asks! main!

CONT.

The text remains unread for the next few weeks. In truth, you scroll down to your notifications to see it every single minute, heart contracting at the two items Ari gifted you in the beginning of your marriage. 

Though, that’s not the only gifts you’ve been receiving. Around 10 PM or so, when you got off of work, there would be a box in front of the doorway. At first, it was general presents that you still fought the urge to both cry and smile at: flowers, your stuffed teddy, a bracelet, a necklace—jewelry. But then it started getting personal, as if bits and pieces of you was returning to him: fluffy pink slippers you squealed over last month, telling one of Ari’s business friends’ wives, a beanie in preparation for the winter time, smaller, rose-gold hoop earrings because the ones you wore last time weighed heavily on you, and you winced taking them out. It makes you wonder when and where he got this information from, and you glance at your friend chewing on some Chinese takeout, peeking from your phone. 

“What? Did Arisshole send another text? Like, please babe, take me back?” When she imitates him, there’s no deep, baritone voice that makes you shudder, no charisma, no deep blue eyes that make you forget to breathe. Natasha sounds like a frat boy—she could be with how much she mocks them—and with how much she swears on her life that Ari had to be in a frat back in his college years. 

Still, a smile creeps on your face, and you fiddle with the chopsticks. “Your frat voice is improving.” 

“And your tactic to get over him isn’t.” She leans over to steal an orange chicken. “I thought you were learning to be independent.”

Independence is a lot of things, you think. It’s crying in the middle of the night because you realized you were delusional for the past months about Ari loving you. It’s wanting to hate yourself for risking your life for someone you realized you could care less for. It’s creating your own love story where you gained the happily ever after, and then swearing that you’ll reach it out on your own. But above that, it’s longing. It’s a push and pull that drives you to the brink of insanity, but at least you feel as though you’re getting somewhere. 

“You’re visiting your parents this week?”

Natasha takes your change in subject easily. Says, “You want to come?” 

“No. The time alone might be good for me.”

“Sure, babe.” She hums. “But if you ever need anybody…”

“Do you think it’s stupid that I still want to be with him?” You blurt out, and the sudden question makes your roommate pause. 

“Not exactly. The heart wants what it wants, you know? But he treated you like the dirt on his shoe. He genuinely treated you like crap, and I hated that you stood there and took it. You swallowed every god-awful part of him until it broke you, and now it’s as though you have nothing left. And it’s just so unfair because he doesn’t deserve it.”

Your hands ball into fists at all the questions that you’ve asked yourself for the past few days. 

“But what do I think now?” She shrugs. “I’m not too sure. But I know that since you’ve been here, there’s at least a good barrier between you guys. I like to think that you feel safe here enough to start building yourself up again. And if he does something shitty to you, this time you won’t take it, but you’ll throw it back in his face.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should.” With a raise of her brows, Natasha smirks. “And I’d pay to be in that front row seat when it happens.” 

Oh no. Oh no. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of Nat’s apartment, the door hinges bent and almost broken, it barely even staying in place. It creaks and nearly falls when you shove it open, shaking out of fear. Your mind goes in overdrive—who would do this? What did they take? Are they still in here? Should you call the police?

Would it be costly to call the police? Was it worth it? Would they do anything? 

Yet, you can’t bring yourself to go in, feet glued to the ground. Maybe you should call someone. Let Natasha know? 

You peek in. Take one step past the doorway. Another.

Fuck. 

Everything is trashed. Everything is gone. Dishes are shattered, the bookshelf is scattered on the ground, and cabinets are left open. You wince as your toe stubs a shard of glass on the ground and bite your lips in case the thief is still in your apartment. Hopping to your room, you can’t think. Any normal person would’ve slapped you for heading deeper into your apartment, but you have to know what they took.

You have to know if you could pay Natasha back for this somehow.

Opening your room, your hands come to your mouth to contain the shocked gasp. The bed is in ruins, your computer and devices are gone, clothes are everywhere, and the curtains are swaying back and forth from the open window. 

Your hands tremble at the memory of the last time you’ve been confronted in such an aggressive manner. When you fumble for your phone, your nearly drop it several times and type in the passcode wrong. You can’t call Nat—she’s already done so much for you and you don’t want to inconvenience her. Some part of your brain—the much more logical one—yells at you to call your brother, but deep down, your heart knows it would just be another jab at your failures, and a spew of questions. Like, “Why aren’t you living with Ari? What did you do?” 

You take in a deep breath. It’s okay. You’ll call insurance and the police late tomorrow. You can fix the mess before Nat comes back. You can do it.

It’s okay. You rearrange your bed and the scattered pillows on the ground and curl yourself into a shaking mess. Your heart is in your throat, and you suck in sharp breaths to steady yourself. This isn’t the first time that nobody is there for you. You only have yourself, and that’s enough. 

But instinct kicks in when the sun rises. With you half sleeping and half fighting the urge to scream with every creak and groan echoing throughout the apartment, you can’t handle it anymore. Before you even know what you’re doing, the phone is ringing, and the line turns quiet. You can hear his soft breaths through the phone, like he just woke up from a nightmare or ran miles and miles. 

“Hello?” His voice is soft, like he doesn’t want to scare you off. “Sweetheart?”

It’s the endearment that causes you to break down. You fall to your knees, heart aching. This is worse than a drunk call, this is you depending on Ari, this is you trying to get over him but still being pulled to him, even after everything he did to you. This is you taking a chance to rely on him again, even though your heart can’t really trust it. 

But you blubber anyways: “Nat— Apartment—”

“What happened?” He sounds panicked. “Love, take in a deep breath, it’s okay, I’ll—” Ari catches his breath, like he realizes he can’t go. Not without your permission. 

It causes you to sob harder. “Someone broke in—I’m scared.” 

“What?” He stops, and something in his tone shifts. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t go inside. Don’t hang up. Get out of that fucking sketchy area and I’ll pick you up at the Japanese sushi restaurant nearby, alright? It’s 24/7. Go eat something there while you’re at it.”

“But—”

“I’ll handle it,” Ari murmurs. “Just listen to what I say.”

Ari comes into the sushi place like he owns it—even while wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hair is still perfectly in place and his face is set in stone. It hurts that you don’t see these parts of him anymore, though it’s not like you saw much in the first place anyways. 

“What happened?” Ari rises the moment he sees your disheveled state, the dark bags under your eyes and noting the clothes you wore yesterday.

“Nothing,” you smile. It’s getting easier to lie to him, now that you’re out of his grasp. And with the knowledge that you two are on the track to divorce, that you can’t burden him any further anymore… it stops you from telling him how you feel. Besides, he’s already seen too much of what he doesn’t want to see, with the robbery, and you breaking down in front of him. 

“It’s not nothing,” he insists, calling your name out softly. His eyebrows are knit together, and his concern brings you back to the tattered furniture, the stolen money, and broken items. Your nose starts to sting, and you close your eyes, hoping the feeling will fade. 

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t,” you croak, “I don’t want to bother you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? You’re not a bother.” Ari glances down at your hand, where the ring is—or used to be. You usually wear it, but you’re not today. “And why aren’t you wearing your ring?”

Oh, God. That thief probably took the ring, too. That one sends another onslaught of tears, and you suck in a sharp breath. But when they begin to fall, it isn’t you who wipes them.

No, it’s Ari, his thumb caressing your cheek. It’s him coming closer so that you can rest your forehead against his chest, so that your skin feels the warmth radiating from him. 

“Natasha’s apartment—” Your voice cracks. Stupid Stupid Stupid. “I know, I probably did something wrong. I tried to spend the night cleaning it—”

“You slept there?” His hands land on your shoulders, eye level with yours. “Fuck. Are you insane? I thought you just got back from work or some shit and saw its state.”

“I didn’t—”

“What if he came back? You could’ve died! Did you see that state? It’s fucking unlivable—you should’ve gotten a hotel or some shit.”

“You already saw?” Shame fills you. 

He gives you a look. “Of course I fucking did. It’s worse than a dumpster.”

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “Don’t—”

“Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.” Ari runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath. Past the sound of your sniffles, you swear you hear some curses mixed under there, too. For once, he seems agitated, constantly shifting next to you or laying a hand on your shoulder. As if you would be the one to run off this time. 

“Come live with me again.”

“What?” You meet his eyes, and his grip on your shoulder moves down to catch your wrist. Like he needs to grab your hand but can feel the distance forming, know you’d run off if he does. 

“Is it that hard to give me another chance?”

And that’s it. The dam breaks. Hot fury flushes through your veins, and you don’t even comprehend what you’re doing in the moment when you place your finger in his chest and say, “Do you really think you were a good husband?” 

He freezes. But you can’t stop. “Do you really think I enjoyed being the side piece, Ari? Do you think I liked it when Sharon had you and I meant nothing? Do you think I was a gold-digger who only followed you around for the money?”

“Love—”

“Stop calling me endearments!” You cry. “I know you changed because of the baby. And I thought, finally, there’s something that I can talk about with Ari. But you know what I also thought? I thought, what if the baby hates me too? What if the baby can’t stand me like his Dad does?”

“You didn’t even know what was going on in your own household, do you? I never did anything to you. I never interacted with you or your employees. I cleaned my own room. I cooked my own food. I asked for a little bit of respect and you told me that I don’t deserve it. I couldn’t eat certain foods, and felt nauseated but ate it anyways because I thought it would make you happy.”

Ari remains silent as your voice rises. 

“Why do I have to be the side piece to you? Why am I something you’re ashamed of? Why can’t I ever be enough?”

The words echo throughout the shop, and all of a sudden it’s like you’re transported to the small dishes stacking together, the squeak as someone turns on the sink water, and the quiet murmurs of the staff watching you, since you’re both the only two customers. 

And you’re just… just… 

“You’re not the side piece,” is all he says. As if it’s that simple. As if the months where you felt the aching loneliness, nothing compared to now, doesn’t matter. Your head throbs, and you close your eyes. 

“That’s why I said we should divorce. Because sometimes people aren’t made for each other, and I think that the more I see you, the more it becomes clear to me.” 

The wooden seat is hard as you adjust yourself again, pulling your knees up to rest against the table. Ari is still in the same position he was in when you blew up, and against your morals, it makes you feel better for putting him in this state. For giving him a taste of what you went through. Your heart can’t stop running at all the words you threw at him, and you wipe your trembling palms on your sweatpants, linking them together. Unconsciously, the same way that Ari would, one hand holding onto your fingers like a lifeline. 

Part of you���a large part—hopes he regrets it. 

And until the police comes to report to Ari, neither of you say a word. You doze off to their voices, Ari constantly glancing back at you as he talks to the officer. To be honest, at this point, you don’t really care what happens to the apartment at all. You don’t care what weight Ari will pull, or if he will at all. This whole interaction is exhausting, and you don’t know if it’d be possible for you to feel safe with Ari and be in love with him like you used to. 

But it’s nice that you hallucinate a kiss on your forehead, and the softest murmur of, I’m sorry, I’ll do better. It’s heartwarming that you hallucinate someone pushing your hair behind your ear, tracing the slope of your nose, loving every feature of you. 

It’s enough that you hallucinate the feeling of someone holding your hand to their chest, the thrum of their heartbeat enough to pull you under. 

And then he invades your workplace. You didn’t think you are a person who likes to categorize. Home life, work life, friends, family. 

It’s not fair, you think. It’s not fair that he can play you and call you back now that it’s most convenient for him. 

“Another glass?” Andy asks a little too cheerfully. It’s clear that your coworker is doing his best to rip your ex-husband off, but instead of snarling at him, Ari nods. Almost as though he is reluctantly succumbing himself to the alcohol, using it as a numbing pain. 

He just continues drinking and drinking. The expensive whisky—though you can’t imagine that it’ll taste that luxurious—in your bar is taken out one by one, and your eyes bug out with how much this man in front of you can consume. Whenever you two ate together, he would take light sips of wine, as though he was a lightweight like you are. You can’t imagine the sophisticated figure back then chugging alcohol like his life depended on it. 

Nat checks you by the hip and whispers in your ear, smug, “See? I told you he was a frat boy.” 

Though you steal a glance at him, Ari wants to snort at the assumption. He was above a frat boy in his college days. Rather than chugging a cheap beer at parties, he networked with the upperclass and grew his company from ground up. Worked his ass off to get what he was. Valued the money he earned than anything other than his mother and half-sister. Until you came and dug up the ugliness that he thought he hid so well, even in front of Sharon. 

From the beginning, Ari married you because he had to. The whisky burns his throat as he chugs it down, and he almost wants to retch at the amount he’s consumed on an empty stomach. But it’s a hell that he’s living to live with, because he enters it at the thought of it. He can’t even deny what he thought when your brother showed you a photo of him—even after the threat, even after him hitting Ari’s weak spot: that he never had anything to himself. He thought he had his mother, but his mother left him the moment it became inconvenient for her.

His father was crawling back because now he’s rich.

His half-sister hates it when he blows up or when he does something that’s too “upper-class” for her. 

Sharon was his—or so he thought. He knew every time he met with her that the control was slipping from his grasp,  and it pissed him off. Inherently, he thinks, we were too different. Sharon craved the young version of him that could be manipulated, once again, that thought problems could be solved with sex and fights could be fixed with money. 

Because that’s what he grew up seeing.

Because that’s what he became—another version of his father.  

But with you, it’s more than losing control. He can see it now as you scurry by him without even blurting out a “hello,” like you usually do, without your face flushing in embarrassment and without you ducking your head to hide that blush. He’s losing you. And Ari never tried to control or hide himself. You accepted him as he was. 

Fuck. The thought runs through his mind again, and he takes another chug. 

He’s drunk.

“Please,” Nat wrinkles her nose and grabs the glass cup away from him. “He’s been in here long enough, and if he throws up on the floor, I’m going to throw him in the dumpster behind.”

“I’ll help,” Andy juts in a little too cheerfully. The two of them share a high-five, and you swear they’re becoming the two devils on Ari’s shoulders somehow. 

“He’s usually not like this,” you defend. Because he’s not. This is a man who looked as though he lost his will to live, though you couldn’t figure out why. 

Nat and Andy share a look.  

“Well…” she starts, “you weren’t exactly awake after the accident. I swear Ari was going to fire every employer in the hospital and flip the whole building upside down.” 

You stop midway to the back of the kitchen, and swivel around to face her. A small smile spreads on your face, and you hunch your shoulders together as if to protect yourself. “Thanks, Nat. But you don’t need to lie to me.” 

“I’m not lying!” She protests. “I thought he only had two emotions on his finger, too.” 

“Goodbye, Nat.” Your voice is flat as you push her towards the door. “Let me clean up in peace.” 

“Don’t go home with him! Come back to me!” With a flurry of exclamations that steer closer to nagging and with Andy rolling his eyes and dragging her out the door, the bar turns quiet. It’s your turn to lock up tonight—which wouldn’t be an issue without a man who weighs twice, if not more, the size of you. You sigh and grab a rag. Might as well clean while he comes to his senses. Maybe Ari is the type to sober up quickly and walk out on his own two feet.

“Why did you leave your teddy bear behind?” 

You glance up from wiping the countertop, eyes widening. Sleep came in chunks because you were so used to holding onto the stuffed doll, along with the weight of a thick blanket pressed on top of you. That, and it was a reinforcement of your marriage with Ari, that he cared enough to gift you something. Or possibly make his secretary do it. Whatever. 

“Did you go into my room?” You recall the picture that he sent you. 

“I didn’t mean it,” Ari starts and sits back down. His arm is locked around your waist, and you suck in a breath when he rests his forehead on your stomach. When his hand tightens on the flimsy shirt you wore, you freeze at the humidity that creates a barrier between the two of you. 

It takes a moment for you to comprehend, but it hits you as the wetness on your shirt grows. 

He’s crying. 

The one that you think is as stoic as a rock, nearly immovable in his will, is breaking down in front of you. And you can’t contain the surprise that is written across your face, the sharp breaths that Ari takes in as he shudders under your palms resting on his back. The way your hands tremble too, and you clamp your lips together to prevent any unconfined emotion from escaping. A noise escapes you, but you’re not sure what. 

All that matters is that you don’t cave under this drunk version of him, the one that might tell you hidden truths, but is a coward that he can’t say it sober. 

“When you had the baby, when you swallowed every single bad part of me, I knew I had to change. I thought I would bit by bit. But seeing you on the ground… the guilt…” 

And even if he is telling you, you’re clearly not ready to hear it right now. Just the reminder of the accident is enough to send your stomach lurching and heart squeezing at everything that happened. You’ve never felt so empty before—you swam in darkness. Eating didn’t matter. Sleeping didn’t matter. In your dreams, you’d see a boy smile up at you, bits of his front teeth gone because he pulled it out. 

You screamed at the doctors and nearly ripped them to pieces, projecting your loss at them. Though you did know who to blame—yourself—you also couldn’t take more beatings. 

It seems like yesterday that it all went down. But it’s weeks, months ago. And there’s not much nostalgia that lingers with that information.

 Only pain. 

You tug his arms away from you and clean up the rest of the tables in silence. There’s beer spilled here and there, making your shoes stick to the floor—the one piece that may be grounding you to this Earth right now. Eyes filled with tears, the wooden tables blur into a black, teardrops taking on the shape of crumbs enough that you can’t tell the difference of what you’re wiping. 

“Let’s get you back home,” you murmur once you’re done. His driver is already outside from your call earlier. The main issue is getting Ari out of the bar without him crushing the two of you to the ground. Because you’d much rather let him sleep than feel the small bits of gravel digging into your back. Still, you manage to get him out the door by clinging onto his arm. Not that it does much, but it’s enough to stabilize him.

“Okay, let me lock up.” You pull out the key from your pocket, and fumble with the lock. You can’t afford another incident with Nat’s apartment. Though there’s no clear perpetrator, the thought of someone like that out there sends shivers down your spine. 

“Come back,” Ari murmurs, and pulls you to him as soon as the lock clicks shut. Sucking in a breath of surprise, your body slams against the brick wall harder than you thought, and you wince. But the weight of him—almost so that you can’t move without being aware of every part of him pressed up to you—is more comforting than you realize. Because even though this man is wasted, a carnal part of you knows that he won’t make you do anything you didn’t want to. “Come back.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you attempt lightly, trying to play it off. Trying to get him home and forget that this side of him exists, because everything is so much easier when he’s the bad guy. Easier to avoid, easier to love less. 

“You can’t leave me,” he whispers in your ear. He nuzzles the area under your jaw and near your neck, and you try not to gasp when he presses small kisses there. Like he knows that that’s your sensitive spot, can read you like a book.  “Not like everyone else. You were the one good that was truly mine.” 

“I—” There’s nothing to say to that. I can’t believe he’s thinking about this. “Let’s talk about this when you’re sober, Ari.” 

Said man gives a mocking laugh. “There’s no point. If I wake up sober, you won’t be there anyways. You’re just as bad as her, you know? It’s like you’re a ghost—no one would’ve ever thought that you lived in my house once. Sharon left louder than you did, screaming and crying at me and making a scene.”

He shakes his head. “But it’s like you’re a whisper in the wind. I swear I thought the last months were hallucinations. Like I had no wife.” 

“Let’s talk about this later,” you beg. “When you’re sober.” When I can handle it.

“You promise?” His voice is a mirror of your own when you waited for his time. Waited for him to decide to see you. Waited for him to initiate.

“Promise.” 

Ironic, how the tables have turned. 

Ari asked you to meet him in his house. In his own territory, in the place where you lived during your marriage together. And you can’t tell what his game plan is: remind you of what life used to be like? Let nostalgia hit you like it’s your first time walking up the steps of his home, hoping for a fairytale ending? 

“Head to the kitchen,” he says once he opens the door. “I have a meeting after this so I’ll change and meet you there.” 

“Uh, okay.” You take in a deep breath, fighting the urge to grab onto his hoodie like a young child. 

But you can do it. This time you won’t back down so easily if the staff harasses you, especially because you don’t live here. But as you wander the long corridor, more empty now that you boxed the sunset pictures you hung, you see that Ari truly doesn’t care much for decor. A giggle almost comes out at the thought of how pink and colorful the house used to be during your residence, until the reality of you not living here anymore crashes back. 

But the surprise comes when you the staff places sushi in front of you. The sudden shift from neglecting your needs to almost… adhering to it is an odd change. Though it’s probably because Ari invited you as a guest into his house, rather than a “welcome back.” That, and you can’t believe that they’re acting like this when Ari isn’t around, either. 

Come to think of it, when you reflect on seeing the employees work as you walked through his house, you didn’t notice half of them. But you should, since you tried to connect with every single person Ari specifically hand-picked here. Thinking that you got along with them, maybe life could be bearable in the moment at least. That you could do things with someone, that you could bond since Nat was so far away back then, too.

Part of you wants to ask, but it’s probably better not to probe. Either Ari believed that they weren’t competent enough or maybe they relocated to another one of his homes.

“Please, try it.” Rather than walking away the moment they slide the plate over, their hands are folded together, backs straight. Like… they’re nervous? 

“I’m sure I’ll like it—”

“You like the sushi?” Ari comes down from the stairs, slinging his suit jacket on. What’s more shocking is when he sits next to you, elbow on the table, a casual posture. But the workers in front of you seem to be vibrating with nerves, especially as he cuts them a hard look. 

“Mr. Levinson!” The chef blurts. “We didn’t know you were joining, er, Miss… we can make you a plate!”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure. “Mr. Levinson can have my plate if he’s hungry.” 

Ari sounds weird right now to say, especially in front of the new chef. And it’s not like you’re friends now, either, at least you don’t want to get your hopes up for it. Possibly acquaintances, because that would make more sense. Acquaintances with a lot of history between the two of them and needs to go to the therapist to make up for it. 

“My meeting is in half an hour,” his fingers go to the back of your neck, thumb rubbing into one of your shoulder blades to ease out the tension building in your shoulders. It’s crazy how perceptive he’s been lately, noticing how you fumble conversing with someone new, or how you struggle to eat in front of a stranger because you’re paranoid about them picking on your eating habits. “I’ll eat after.” 

You smother a giggle at how the chef then trips left and right for words. It is true—Ari is an intimidating man, and you’ve been in that position countless times. With the dominance and charisma that he carries around, it’s impossible to not want to please him. 

Not that you’ve ever gotten a praise from him, but still. 

Facing you once again, Ari nudges the plate closer to you. “Eat one.” 

The fact that he’s concerned about your eating habits only adds to the complex feelings you have towards him. You smother any possible warmth or butterflies stirring inside of you, and give him a slight, awkward smile instead. 

“Okay,” you whisper, dabbing the California roll—you love the bland flavors—into the soy sauce, and taking a bite. 

It’s good. It’s exactly what you craved for the last few weeks, and you devour one after the other. 

 “You like it?”

“Like it? It’s the best thing I had all week! Not that I craved it, but I craved it.” Another bite. 

For some odd reason, he smiled. It lit up all his features as his eyes crinkled, filled with gentleness, enough to make you pause. Did something good happen to him? 

“Good,” he murmurs. “Eat a bit more. Or you might have to see me threaten the chef, too.” 

“I don’t think I have any delusions of you anymore,” you joke, but the words feel more like knives than needles to him—slashing him and leaving him to bleed rather than pricking at him. He remains silent and lets you trace shapes on his palm. So he caves into one of his simple desires, hooking his pinky onto yours. The gesture causes you to make eye contact with him, something he hopes that you’re not afraid to maintain from now on.

“You saw the worst of me,” he admits in a hushed voice, and it pains him to say so. “But I wish you’d give me a chance to show you my best parts, too. Though, that night wasn’t exactly my best moment.”

“No, don’t worry about what you said that night,” you blurt out. “Drunk people say odd things, you know? I never understood why people say that drunk people spill unspoken truths. It’s all a scam—”

“I meant every word I said. So while I appreciate it, don’t discredit every word I said, lov—” Ari clears his throat and nudges you to eat another piece instead. Takes a sip of the water placed in front of him, trying to fight a smile at your eyes peering up at him in curiosity. You’ve always been curious, but terrible at asking.

“Sharon felt right to me,” he admits. “When I first met her, I was spiraling. And she loved to pick up my pieces and place it together. She was good with my sister, who I had trouble relating to. And she knew what happened with my mother, since we grew up in the same area together for years. It felt like fate to me—she was there at the right place and the right time.”

“Timing is important,” you hear yourself say. “I’m glad you—”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence,” he mutters, voice gruff. “It’s been over with Sharon for a long while. She changed, and not for the better. I should’ve known the moment she persuaded me that the media would better portray us as friends so she could get everything she wanted. And when she suddenly wanted to get closer and even get married when you came along? It was too coincidental.” 

You blink. What? Since when did he and Sharon end it? You’re pretty sure that you saw another article about the “Best Friend over Marriage?” article circulating, though you tried to avoid them for the most part. 

“Are you okay?” 

He snorts. “I had more than enough time to get over Sharon.” 

“Oh. Well. Uh. Okay.” Speechless, you nod your head and decide to eat another piece of sushi instead. You can empathize with him—heartbreak is painful—but he looks a little too relieved to get it off his shoulders. Like his time with Sharon didn’t matter that much overall. Even you can’t imagine how long their friendship was. How can that long period simply be over?

Ari sighs. “My father and your brother paired together to arrange this marriage against my will. I didn’t agree to it, and was about to get away with it at first, but your brother insisted. Blackmailed me almost.” 

“How?” 

The wry, mocking smile returned and he shakes his head. “He figured out my biggest weakness. My mother.” 

You remember seeing his step-mother there at the wedding, and she seemed friendly enough. In the way that she still hated you but decided not to show it. His father never showed up at the wedding, but with the venom that’s attached to even admitting it, Ari probably didn’t invite him. But his mother? 

“She wasn’t at our wedding.”

“Oh, well—”

“She’d dead, love,” he cuts off, unable to stop the endearment from escaping his mouth. “She died in a car accident when I was young and my father remarried.” 

Oh God. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and pat his hand once. Your heart goes out to him, and though in the past you would’ve made a move to give him a hug, you don’t know what boundaries to break now between the two of you. But still, your heart clenches at the thought of a younger version of Ari having to grow up faster than he wanted to. Out of his will, because he had to adjust and take care of himself. I mean, sure, your mother also died when you were young, and so did your father. But at the same time, you relied on your brother to take care of your basic needs—that much you’re grateful for. 

“I didn’t know—”

“Of course he wouldn’t talk about it. He thinks that we’re an embarrassment.” Ari shakes his head and clenches his jaw. “But your brother? I don’t fucking know how he found out, but he wants some shares. He wants us to be linked. And I would rather let him fucking ruin me than let him allow the media to paint my mother as anything otherwise. 

“And I thought you were included in that,” he barks out a laugh. “How can I think that someone like you was included in this?”

“I don’t know,” you murmur.

“Me neither,” he says, and his voice contains a tinge of regret. “But I wish I knew earlier.” 

[arndylevinbarber]

Monkey See, Monkey Do – Chapter 13

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Monkey See, Monkey Do Masterlist

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Characters: Colin Shea x Reader/You

WC: 7.8k

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of past relationships, parental death, Adult Content, Adult Situations, Swearing, NSFW 18+ (applies to all chapters)

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It felt like the week was gone in a snap. Not only were you and Colin adjusting to living together full time now the last of the boxes were unpacked, but you were still getting used to the fact that were pregnant. In the days after your confirmation appointment, the pair of you had sort of let the news sink in, but still it remained something that you still couldn’t quite comprehend in full.

Now, you and Colin were on your way to pick up your mom and head over to his parents for a barbecue. Colin had described this as the ‘annual Shea end of summer cookout’. Grilled steaks and chicken, sides and the day spent around the pool. All just to relax and enjoy the last moments of the summer before school starts. It was a family tradition that had been going on since he and Kelly were kids.

You’d decided to still keep your news between the two of you, plus the two other people it had been impossible not to tell: your boss and Rona for obvious reasons. Your job wasn’t an easy one, and you had to explain why certain things were now out of bounds for you. Your boss understood and there was a protocol for pregnancy at the zoo. Rona, beyond her initial splutters and yells of surprise had, oddly, kept her opinions to herself. Which unnerved you more than if she’d had a complete flip out at you.

"What...we have a plan, right? Like we're covering this up?" You looked at Colin.

He nodded, “the plan is not to tell anyone.”

"Okay," you exhaled. You felt him squeeze your hand in reassurance.

"Baby," he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, "it's going to be okay."

You swallowed and nodded again.

Arriving at your childhood home, you realized that this was the first time Colin had ever been. You smiled a little at the thought of how your dad would have greeted him.

"I think he would have really liked you," you spoke softly as he shut the car off.

“What?” Colin looked at you, frowning slightly, before a look of understanding crossed his face. “Oh, right…well…I think I would have liked him too.” He smiled softly.

"Right, so, she's probably watching us from the window."

"Then let’s get out.” Colin chuckled.

You nodded and opened your door. About the time that you closed it, the front door to the house opened and your mom stood in the doorway.

“Hi, Mom!” You smiled as you headed towards her.

"Hi, give me like two minutes and we can go."

“There’s no rush,” Colin assured her as the two of you headed in.

"So, this is home," you pointed out.

Colin glanced around the hallway, his eyes instantly drawn to a photo of you and your parents taken a year or so before your dad had died. A soft smile spread across his face.

"You look like both of them in this one."

"You think so? He always said I was a dead ringer for my mom." The corner of your mouth turned up.

“You are, but you have your dad's eyes.” Colin looked at you, “and his smile.”

You wanted to tell him in that moment that maybe 'they' would too, but your mom coming down the stairs interrupted that thought.

"Sorry, I wanted to grab my sun hat. I was distracted feeding your father's fish when I heard you pull up."

“Your dad has fish?” Colin asked, a genuine curiosity to his voice.

You smirked, "c'mahn. I'll show you."

You took him to what used to be your dad's office beyond the stairs towards the back of the house. You slowly opened the door and allowed your breath to hitch in your chest. It had been a while since you'd been home, your mom typically meeting you in the city or near your apartment. That meant it had been a while since you’d set foot inside his office. Colin stood in the doorway, taking in your dad’s home office.

The entire back wall was a fish tank. The walls where the door cut had pinboards and maps, things there that your mother still couldn't bring herself to take down. The desk was cleared away, but remnants remained. The computer, his desk phone that made you laugh to still see. He'd refused to disconnect it. He never wanted anyone at the university to be able to reach him on his cell unless it was an emergency. Whatever book your mom was reading sat closed next to the immaculate globe in one corner. She’d taken to reading in his office as a way to be close to him and continue what they’d always done after dinner, sitting around in the quiet just reading or working on papers.

“Okay, so this…” Colin twirled around as he walked in, “is freakin awesome and we need one.”

You out right laughed. "There's a lot of promise on that statement, Mr. Shea."

“Oh, I mean it. We can do it in the wall between the living room and the dining space.”

"We could," you sighed. "We may outgrow the place."

“Then we buy one with a room we can make like this.”

You smirked. "Come see them," you stepped towards the tank. "It's saltwater. He always wanted one."

“Oh, my gahd, it’s like Finding Nemo!” Colin grinned as he peered at the colorful fish that swam amongst the various corals and sea anemones that adorned the tank, mimicking their natural habitat as much as possible.

“He loved these. I helped him pick them when I was young.” You smiled, “whenever one died he would rush off to replace it…I never told him that I knew. Mom still does it to this day.”

“It’s cute…” Colin kissed your cheek as his arms wrapped around you from behind. “We should get one definitely. Although maybe wait until we get to San Diego…”

“San Diego?” Your mom’s voice was soft from behind you, and you stiffened. “You…you opened it? Your letter…you got back in?”

"Um, yeah," your stomach dropped, and you looked right to Colin.

“Oh…oh baby, that’s fantastic,” your mom beamed and didn’t give you chance to explain further. “I’m so proud of you!” She rushed forward. “And your dad would be too.”

"Thanks, Ma," you sniffed.

“So…what’s…your plan?” She asked, her eyes flicking to Colin. 

“I…I deferred for a year.” You swallowed, “there’s things I want do first and…then we’ll see.”

She frowned, "Oh."

"Hey, we should go," Colin jumped in. "If Justin gets to my mom's seven layer dip there's going to be none for the rest of us!"

“Yeah, erm…” you looked at your mom.

“I’m ready.” She stated.

Colin nodded and allowed your mom to lead the way out. You felt his hand on the small of your back as he followed you down the hall and to the front door. The two of you walked out to the car, Colin opening both doors for you and your mom.

The drive to the Shea family home was pleasant enough, your mom making conversation with you both as Colin easily navigated his way across town.

"Oh, this is a lovely neighborhood," your mom pointed out. "I used to have a colleague who lived around here until they retired and moved to their vacation home in the cape."

“Think that’s my folks’ plan eventually,” Colin chuckled. “My dad keeps talking about moving up there. I think my mom wants to wait until Kelly and Justin are a little more settled. They just moved back in before his school year was over.”

"I see," she smiled.

"Yeah, my sister is going through a divorce."

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not, guy was a prick.” Colin said, before he winced, “sorry…”

You laughed as did your mother.

"It's okay, Y/N has brought home one or two pricks in her own time."

"Ma!"

“You have!” She laughed, “present company excepted, of course.”

Colin chuckled, "I'd hope so." He pulled into his parent’s driveway and shut the engine off. "They don't bite, but Justin can be a little hyper when he meets new people and talks a lot as a nervous tick. You might hear every fact under the sun about anything at any given second."

"You'll adore his parents, Mom."

“I’m looking forward to meeting them.” She smiled.

Colin smiled and exited the car. He opened your mom's door before she could get out and you'd already been halfway out of your side before he could. You let your mom follow him in, her potato salad clutched in her hands as Colin walked through the house.

You could hear the laughter and Justin’s voice as you headed in, and you grinned to yourself.

“Hey, guys?” Colin called. 

"Y/N!" Justin shouted and quickly ran towards you.

“Hey!” You grinned as you stooped to hug him.

"Did you bring your bathing suit? Did you bring yours, Uncle Colin? Mom said you were going to so we can race!"

“Errr, dur!” Colin snorted.

"But give me a little while, okay? I've got to make sure Miss Caroline meets everyone and is comfortable."

"Okay!" He grinned, then he looked at your mom, "I'm Justin."

“Hi, Justin! I’m Caroline,” your mom smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you!”

"I didn't do it!"

At that, you, Colin, and your mom all laughed.

"Come on," Colin rolled his eyes and pushed him toward the crowd.

Politely, Colin introduced your mom to his family, and they welcomed her as warmly as they did you.

“It so nice to meet you!” Kelly gushed.

"Likewise," she beamed. "I've heard nothing but great things."

You watched your mom bashfully smile, before Colin’s dad clapped his hands together.

“So, what are we all drinking?”

"I'd love a glass of wine or sangria, if you have it." You mom ordered with a smile.

“Sangria coming right up.”

"I'll grab a beer, Dad," Colin scoffed, "thanks for asking."

“You’re not a guest, get your own you little jerk.” Colin rolled his eyes at the time his dad turned to you. "Y/N?"

"Um...water, I said I'd drive us home."

“Water?” Colin’s dad arched a brow, “you don’t want a soda or…”

"Um," you thought, "Sprite? Or something like it?"

“You got it.”

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You didn't have to worry about your mom, she took to the Sheas like a fish to water. She was easily integrated into conversations, and she seemed to have really hit it off with Jan. You loved to see it; your mom relaxing and opening up. She needed more friends. Ones that were local and wasn't your crazy aunt. Besides, little did they know they were going to be bound for life in less than nine months.

You felt Colin kiss your cheek and you smiled at him, just as your mom and Jan were discussing their favorite coffee shops and arranging a lunch date for the upcoming week.

“You gotta keep this one,” Kelly snorted, her arms dropping round you both as she passed on her way to the kitchen, “Mom’s finally found someone else who likes soymilk lattes.”

"Yeah, I think I will," Colin smiled.

You chuckled to yourself, “glad you feel that way…”

It was then that Kelly walked off, but Scott bounced in and stated, "I hear congratulations are due!"

You froze, outright froze and Colin choked on his beer.

“Erm…what? I…how…”

“San Diego!”

You closed your eyes and let go of a shaky breath. "I...oh yeah, thanks. I...it's not right away. Like I told my mom, there's just things I feel like I need to do here first." You glanced at Colin.

“Your mom says you deferred….”

"I did, for a year," you nodded. It wasn't important to say why or further at that point.

“And…” Scott glanced at his son.

“Dad, not now.” Colin shook his head, “please. We have a lot to…a lot to figure out but… yes, my plan is to go, eventually. If that’s what Y/N wants.”

The look on his face was hard to read and you felt dread in your stomach. It churned and you had to inhale through your nose.

"Excuse me for a second," you walked away and found the guest bathroom off the patio doors.

“Dad!” Colin groaned, once you were out of ear shot. 

"I.. I didn't.. If that's what you want, you're a grown ass man, Colin. I know you’ll do what you think is right for you. She’s great, we really like her. It’s just…new." Scott sighed, "this isn't the best time for this conversation."

“No, it’s not.” Colin sighed.

Kelly groaned. "I'll go see if..."

"No, I'll go. I'll just change after I check on her." Colin headed after you, beer still in his hand. He knocked on the door and listened for a second. He could hear you retching into the toilet and then the flush. He knocked again.

"Just a second," you called from the other side.

“Hey…” he spoke softly as you opened the door.

Your red eyes looked up at him. You shook your head quickly, "I'm so sorry."

“No, shush…” Colin shook his head, opening his arms, “it’s okay…”

"No, it's not. Stop saying it is. Colin, I messed up. I..."

“Oh don’t…don’t do this again.”

"You saw his face!"

"Stahp," he hushed you.

Your lip wobbled and your nostrils flared. "I'm gonna need a minute. Just, just tell them I'm changing into my suit." You shut him out of the bathroom.

Colin groaned. “Okay, you know what…just…whatever."

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed wetly. 'Well, that went well.' You thought. 'Can't wait to see their faces when they hear what's really going on.' You washed your face and rinsed your mouth out before leaving the bathroom. You'd left your bag by the front door and noticed it was gone. That meant Colin had it with him to change himself.

You realized you’d snapped at him for no reason, it wasn’t his fault and to be honest, it was a perfectly reasonable reaction that his father had had when all was said and done. Tucking tail, you sighed and helped yourself to another Sprite while you waited for Colin to hopefully reappear with your bag.

He did about thirty seconds later. "Do you want to go home?" He asked as he set the large tote bag in the chair at the counter.

"No," you shook your head as you answered softly. "Colin, I'm... I didn't...I'm sorry," you stammered.

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

You nodded. "Yeah, okay."

“Go, get changed.” He kissed your cheek. 

With a single nod, you grabbed the bag and headed back to the bathroom you'd just come out of. In minutes, you were done cramming your boobs into your top and smoothing out your bottoms before slipping back into the sundress you had on. With a deep breath, you joined the gathering on the patio. Colin was already in the water with Justin as Kelly sat on the edge. Scott was at the grill and still, as if uninterrupted, Jan and your mother were still carrying on.

“Come on, Y/N!” Justin waved. 

"I'm good, I'll just sit with your mom for a bit," you called back. Then you turned to your mom, "do you need anything before I go over there?"

Your mom shook her head, “you go honey…”

With a soft smile you walked across the concrete around the pool and slipped out of your flip flops. Hiking up your dress to your hips, you took a seat on the sprawled out towel next to Kelly and dipped your feet in. The cool water felt great on your toes and the water came up to your mid-calf at the angle you sat.

“So…” Kelly looked at you. “San Diego…”

You inhaled, "yep, San Diego."

“That’s pretty cool," Kelly smiled. 

"Yeah, it is," you nodded. "I hadn’t completely forgotten at first that I’d reapplied. But as we got more involved," you eyed Colin who was racing Justin. "I had sent letters for applications out two months before and I just got swept away with things that..." you shrugged. 

“So, when do you go?”

"Uh, a year from now is the current plan," you answered with honesty. "I could have started as early as January but that's...it's a lot to think about. And I...we..."

“Current plan? You mean it might change?”

“Erm, well…I…”

“Ahhh, you wanna see where it goes with my douchebag brother before you commit to letting him go with you.” Kelly chuckled. “I get it.”

You dryly chuckled, "something like that, yeah."

“I think it’s sweet.” Kelly chuckled, “I never expected anything to take him out of Boston.”

"He said he and Ally had plans but," your gaze moved across the pool to where Colin was trying to help Justin work on his underwater turn, "he never really said much more about it.”

Kelly merely arched a brow, “he thinks they had plans. What they actually had was a load of empty promises.”

"I noticed," you nodded.

"Anyway, she’s history.” Kelly shrugged, “but you two…clearly have something special.”

"Yeah, it's definitely that," you chuckled with a soft smile. "I know it's been very fast paced but I'd like to hope he'll keep me around a while."

“Oh, I’m sure he will,” Kelly grinned, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy. It’s cute, but also kinda gross.”

At that you giggled. It was nice talking to Kelly. You didn't have siblings of your own and although she was older than you and Colin both, you enjoyed her company. You, in fact, enjoyed the Shea family entirely.

"So, how are you with everything else?" Kelly asked gently.

"I'm getting by. It was hard going back to work but... How's Justin with it?"

“He’s okay, I think he was sadder about you being sad, if that makes sense. He’s always been a sensitive little thing.”

"I can see that," you smiled. "He seems to have that in common with Colin." You snorted, "Boston's biggest player has a soft heart."

Colin popped above the surface and splashed you a bit as he settled his arms on your thighs, "C'mahn baby, that stings. I'm nothing but a stand-up guy these days."

You laughed, "yeah, yeah, I know."

Kelly snorted, “I still don’t know how you’ve made it so far and there’s been no girl banging on the door to tell you that you left her with a little bit more than a memory.”

Colin felt your legs tense. “Kell, don’t.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious!" She chuckled. "You, baby brother, have only ever brought two women home since prom. Ally and Y/N, who I actually really adore over the first one. So...wrapping it before tapping seemed to have stuck out of all the lectures Dad gave you! It's admirable. And I lost that bet a long time ago."

Colin swallowed and made a noise in his throat as he looked away from his sister. 

"A bet?" You snorted, "you guys bet on when he'd get someone pregnant?"

"Monkey...."

"Jokingly." Kelly admitted, "But the jokes stopped when he was with Ally."

"I see," you nodded.

"Why don't you get in," Colin attempted to change the subject. "The water is really nice."

"Yeah, I..."

“Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to upset you.” Kelly frowned, “it was just a dumb thing Dad and I used to say…that’s all.”

"I'm not upset," you shook your head. "Honestly. I guess I just find it amusing."

“Oh…right.” Kelly nodded, “that’s…okay then.” Justin swam over to you all and began begging for you and his mom to get in so you could play games. “Alright, alright!” Kelly snorted, “I’m coming!"

"You coming in?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, sure," you nodded. Then you leaned forward just as Kelly walked off, "just let me know if I start falling out of this top. It's a little tight."

“Erm sure…” Colin grinned.

You snorted. “Suppose I should get used to that.”

“What?”

“Stuff getting tighter.”

“Oh my god…” Kelly’s voice made the two of you stop dead. Neither of you had realized she’d come back for her phone, which she’d left on the towel between you. “You…”

"Fuck," you whispered. Then you turned and looked up at Kelly. Your face couldn't hide what when just heard.

“She means because I eat junk, bad habits rubbing off…” Colin tried. 

"Bullshit! You..."

"Kelly do not cause a scene," he groaned.

The air around you was getting thick, and you felt your throat getting a little tight. Your chest ached and you felt clammy but not from the sun.

"What's Mom talking about?" Justin wondered.

Their voices were a little muffled and sounded slow in cadence through your ears.

“Nothing, buddy.” Colin looked at him, then to Kelly. “Nothing…”

"How big were you going to wait for 'nothing' to get, Colin?" Kelly scoffed.

"We only just...Kelly, don't do this right now."

You swallowed thickly. This was not how you wanted to tell anyone, let alone your family. And this was definitely not how you saw the day going. You started to feel a little woozy and as you moved a little to get up, Colin noticed.

“Hey…baby…” Colin laid his hand on your knee, “just sit, deep breaths okay?” You nodded quickly and tried breathing through your nose. “Do you need some water?”

"No, I'm..." you took a deep breath. "It's..."

“Shit…” Colin swore before he hoisted himself out of the pool and knelt down beside you.

"Justin, get out of the pool," Kelly instructed him. "Let me get her some water."

"Baby, look at me, you're having a panic attack..."

"No... No shit," you shook.

“What’s happening?” Justin swam to the steps.

"She's just a little dizzy, that's all," Colin kept his eyes focused on you. "It's hot, pal. And we didn't eat a big breakfast 'case Grandma was making great stuff."

"Here," Kelly was back quick with a bottle of water.

"Jesus...this...is embarrassing," you shook.

Kelly crouched by your side, “how far?” She asked you softly.

"Ten" you rasped.

"Kelly, we just found out a couple weeks ago," Colin interjected again.

“Ten…Jesus…” she exhaled, “wow…”

"Yeah," you whispered chugging water.

By now the commotion had caught the attention of the parents. Your stomach was in literal knots, and you felt embarrassed and dramatic. These full-fledged emotions and hormones were beginning to really fuck with you. Colin waved their concern off, repeating what he had told Justin before.

"I'm sorry," you looked longingly at him through your sunglasses.

“No need to apologize…”

"I...I'm...shit, we’re gonna hafta…"

“No, we don’t…we can cover…right, Kelly?”

Kelly gave a heavy sigh, “Colin…this…”

“You can’t…ask her to do that…” you shook your head, as you stammered your words between struggled breaths, “it isn’t fair…”

Colin swallowed and exhaled loudly. “You sure?”

You took the first real breath you could muster in ten minutes. “What choice do we have?”

Colin's eyes looked up at his sister. She was gnawing at her bottom lip, her face unreadable.

“Kel, please…” Colin tried one more plea to his sister and you wiped your face as his eyes flicked to yours.

“What’s going on?” Colin’s mom frowned.

You took a deep breath before you looked up, deciding to take control of the situation.  “I’m pregnant. And before you ask; yes, we’re keeping it. Yes, we are aware we’ve been together for like five minutes or whatever. Yes, it was irresponsible of us but…” you swallowed, “we’re having a baby.”

"That's...wow," she whispered.

"That's the reason for your deferment," your mom dropped her jaw. "Y/N...

"How f..." Jan asked. 

"She's a couple months, Mom," Colin interrupted. "We just found out two weeks ago."

“Shit…” Colin’s dad’s exhaled. “Okay…I….”

“We’re happy about it.” Colin looked up at his mom and dad as he stood up. He then looked at your mom. “I appreciate the fact that you probably wanna kill me right now, or at least punch me in the face but, please believe me that although this was absolutely naht in my life plan right now, I have no intentions of leaving Y/N to bring up my baby on her own. No matter what happens between us, I’ll be there for him.”

"Or her," you scoffed. "This wasn't...we just wanted more time to adjust to it ourselves, to…I don't even know. But yes, I got accepted back into my doctorate program the same day I found out, we found out about the baby. If this is what he wants," you looked to Colin, "I'd be an awful person to take that from him. We don't have it all figured out. But right now..."

"Right now, we just ask for your support even if you're not happy about it." Colin’s face was almost challenging as he looked around.

“Colin, we’re your parents,” his mom spoke softly, “of course we’ll support you.”

"You have a lot to think about," Scott added. "You're not sixteen and you're not...you're a smart man, son. You don't step up for this baby though, I don't care how old you are, I'll fuck you up."

“Did you just listen to a word I said?” Colin groaned.

"Yup, I'm doing my civic duty," he grinned. "Congratulations, Colin. Y/N, I'm so sorry you've been given a Shea."

You spluttered a laugh.

Kelly pulled you in for a hug, "I'm sorry. I had no idea, I shouldn't have...."

"It's okay. It's just been a lot to wrap my head around. Our heads around." You pulled back, "things have happened so fast that I think we're just trying to stay above water right now."

"You have us, you both do." Kelly smiled at you.

Your eyes fell on your mom. She stood stock still, her eyes masked by glasses like Jackie-O used to wear. "Mom?"

“My baby…” she sniffed.

"Mom..." you cried.

“Come here.” 

You moved so she could hug you and you heard her sniff before she spluttered.

Jan hugged her son, "You're gonna be a great dad, baby. It may not be conventional or how I'd hoped for you, but..."

"Ma, please," Colin sighed.

"We love her, and you love her. This is okay, just, promise me you'll slow down now, huh?"

“In what way?”

"I don't know," she snorted. "It just felt like the motherly thing to say to my son who marches to the beat of his own drum." 

At that Colin snorted.

"I think we need to celebrate," Scott raised his voice. "I'll get the champagne."

"And the sparkling apple cider!" Jan suggested.

Justin frowned as he looked up at Colin, "so does that mean you're going to get married, and Y/N will be my aunt?"

“Erm.” Colin chuckled, “not right now but…let’s just see how each day goes, huh?”

“Good advice,” Kelly snorted.

Very quickly, the sound of a cork popping could be heard, and a flute of apple cider was thrust into your hand.

“Thank you.”

"Y/N, it may be unconventional but personally I don't care. I'm saying this with certainty that I’ve never seen my son happier, so fate sealed the deal with this baby.” You smiled softly at Scott’s words as Colin squeezed your hand. "Whatever you decide and wherever you raise our grandbaby, together or apart, you have us forever."

Your mom stepped in, "I think all has been said, so I'll just add that while I'm very surprised, if this is what's been planned out for you both, it's done. And if your dad were here, he’d feel the same. You both are grown adults and you'll pull your heads together for what's best for you both. Welcome to my family, Colin. In whatever capacity that is."

You blinked back your tears as Colin beamed. “Thank you.”

"Salute," Scott stated with a grin, "Let's eat!"

“Oh, good I’m starving!” Justin groaned.

"Makes two of us," you snorted and sniffed.

“Well, you are eating for two.”

"Great math skills, J," you chuckled. "Come show me this bean dip I've heard so much about."

“Okay!” He grinned.

Colin took a minute to just collect himself, his eyes on you as Justin led you towards the table sporting the array of side dishes.

“You okay?” Kelly asked him.

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

Kelly sighed. "Talk to me," she spoke with hopefulness.

“I’m scared.”

"What are you scared of, Coco?"

“Fucking up.”

"Fucking up what? Parenting? Jesus, no one's an expert, Colin."

Colin merely flicked his brows, “thanks, feel much better now.”

"I'm serious," Kelly chuckled. "You literally learn as you go. I learn every day. You have good days and bad days. There are ugly as hell days. And look, you may be a team or looking like a team right now, but there are days where you're going to be pinned up against each other and there will be days that child is going to play you both against each other. Looking like a team is going to be the most important thing. Because you might have to do it on your own and no one prepares you for that."

Colin took a deep breath, he knew she was right.

"Is this what you want?"

“Yeah, it’s my baby.” Colin nodded. “Three years ago, hell, maybe not even that long, I would have said no.” He glanced over to where you were. “I would have had a backup plan.”

"This is forever, you realize that?"

“I know, Kel, but I did this. We did this…it’s…I gotta step up, you know.”

"Is this what Y/N wants? To be a mom? When all is said and done. She's just getting her career back. And you're starting yours."

“I told her I would back whatever decision she made, whatever she wanted to do. And she said she wants the baby.” Colin nodded.

Kelly nodded, "Colin, I'm here if you need anything. This is...it’s a lot. And when you don't know someone entirely, or for a short amount of time...."

“I know it sounds dumb, but I feel like I’ve known her for ages.”

Kelly read her brother's expression. There was adoration and pure love behind his eyes. The sincerity of his words hugged her heart. Her baby brother was in deep. And she could see it. "Alright," she smiled softly.

“It’s stupid…I know, but…I love her.” He shrugged. “In a way I can’t say I’ve ever loved anyone before.”

"Each love is different." Kelly nodded. "Look, I adore her. I do. Justin is very attached. But my main concern is you. I can't watch you get hurt like that again, and now there's a baby involved."

Colin bit his lip, “well none of us can see the future but I got a good feeling. And regardless, that baby will always have me.”

"Okay," Kelly smiled gently. "Whatever you need, I'm there."

“I know, thanks Kelly Belly.”

"So, ten weeks, huh? I just did the mental math," she snorted as they started walking toward the food table. "You didn't waste time on that, huh?"

Colin snorted, “no…she’s been pregnant for most of it, we just didn’t know…”

"Clearly," Kelly chuckled. "So, what's next?"

"Well, we're living together, so there's that." He grabbed a plate. "This all happened at once like the same week. So now, like Ma said, slow down I guess. I'm still taking her to New York next weekend and it’s going to be a good thing. We have a chance to not think about things, I hope. And from there, a day at a time until I graduate."

“Wise move.” Kelly nodded.

"It's all I got right now, Kel. I don't know what to do."

“One day at a time.” Kelly reaffirmed as Colin piled up a burger and a heaping spoon of the seven layer dip. "When's she due?" She asked as she fixed up her own burger.

"March 23rd," he answered with a prideful grin. "Fahk, Kelly, I'm serious. This was not in my life plan right now, if ever. And I'm scared to death. But there's this weird comfort about it, too. I can't explain it."

“I get it.” Kelly looked at him. “Believe me, I do. I was so scared when I found out I was pregnant with Justin but also, like you said, this sense of amazement and wonder too.”

"We had the first appointment last week," Colin grabbed a beer from the cooler. "I saw my baby, I heard that heartbeat and I just looked at Y/N and..."

“You cried?”

"Yup." He chuckled. "But on top of that, it felt right."

Kelly smiled, “my little bro, all growing up.”

"Shatahp!"

Kelly smirked as Colin took a seat next to you as you picked at your plate. While he was talking to Kelly, your mom and his parents seemed to have wanted what details you could give them. When you were due, how you were feeling, if you needed anything. Honestly, you were really emotional. You hadn't guessed their reactions would be as positive as they were. You were happy that they didn't call you out to your face for ruining both yours and Colin's lives but you were also skeptical that the other shoe would drop at some point.

“You okay?” Colin kissed your cheek,

"I don't know," you chuckled dryly. "Yes, no, maybe? I...I'm just going to eat until I feel sick and hope it stays down."

Colin sighed a little. “It’s okay.”

"It's... This has been a crazy day," you took a drink of water. "Not at all how I'd expected any of it."

“Erm, no, we weren’t planning on it coming out so soon but, well, nothing to hide now.”

"No, this is true." You tucked your chin for a second. "They don't seem to hate me, yet."

“They don’t and won’t.” Colin sighed, “please stahp saying that, I hate it. You nodded. “No more, please.”

"Okay," you held up your hands. "I'm sorry for earlier. For the panic attack and snapping at you in the house." Then you sighed, "I guess I'm not handling this as well as I'd thought I was."

“Hey, no…that’s not your fault.” He looked at you, “this is a big deal, I get that. But…we’re in it together and we’ll work it all out.”

"Yep," you nodded. "It's what we want, right?"

Colin frowned, “baby…why do you keep asking me that.”

"Because the second you can't or don't want to, I think I'll get scared to be alone."

“You…you think that’s what I’m gonna do?”

"No, I don't, not really anyway."

“Not really?”

"I can't explain it. If I think about all the crazy thoughts in my head, I get anxious. I sort the reality of it all in my head and the facts are scary. We've talked about this, we're doing this. I just gotta get outta my head when I get nervous."

Colin picked at the bits of salad on his plate. “Yeah…look, I can promise you that no matter what, you won’t be bringing up our baby alone,”

"I know, you've told me." You settled your hand on his still slightly damp thigh. "And I believe you. I think I just went into this head space with everything going on right now here. We weren't planning on this, we just had a plan to not say anything. And very quickly once Kelly figured it out, I just spiraled." Colin simply nodded. "Colin, please don't be upset."

“I’m not,” he shook his head.

"Okay," you nodded.

“So…New York,” Colin changed the subject. “Anything you wanna do over and above the obvious?”

You sniggered, "and what would be the obvious?"

“Not that…although, yes, plenty…” he grinned. “I meant the usual touristy crap.”

"Oh, yeah, I mean if we can see a Broadway show, I'd love that. I'd really like to see the Bronx Zoo, the Aquarium in Brooklyn, and Central Park Zoo. I know we're not there long but.... Oh, and maybe see what we can at One World Trade Center? It doesn't open for another year but..."

“Any particular show?”

"I heard Rock of Ages is playing. And there's always big ones, so it doesn't really matter. To be fair, we don't even have to do anything. We can just walk and eat all day."

“Well, we can look at tickets,” Colin shrugged, “or wait and get them when we get there from one of the booths.”

"Sure. It's been so long that I'm honestly up for whatever. Just surprise me, okay?"

Kelly poked her head over to the two of you, "Dad's got the inflatable loungers out for us. If you want to float and soak up some sun for a bit."

"Me?" You wondered.

"Oh yeah," she smirked. "I think the moms are back to talking now about where they should go shopping next week."

You snorted, “erm, yeah sure, I’d like that…”

"Can we eat first? Jesus, Kel," Colin joked.

"I'm finished," you pushed your plate away. "Can I help clean up?"

“Nope, I got it.” Colin shook his head.

"Colin..baby, I can help," you chuckled.

"Go with my sister," he shook his head. "We keep the snacks out forever. It's fine. I'll be right in with you."

"Oh yeah, as soon as Justin gets the green light from Papa, he's back in." Kelly snorted, "he's getting too smart for the fake thirty minutes, so he watches the clock himself."

"Alright," you nodded. Standing, you dusted yourself off and went to see your mom real quick.

“Ma?”

"Yeah, cupcake?"

"You need anything before I get in the pool? I don't want to leave you out."

“Oh, no, I’m fine!” She grinned, “and besides, I’m not left out. Jan and I were just planning a little lunch date for next week. She went off to refill our glasses.”

You blew out a calming breath, "alright." You hesitated for a second, "I'm sorry you found out about the baby like this. We wanted to wait a few more weeks just until we managed to get a grip on it ourselves. I never intended on slamming you with meeting my boyfriend's family and becoming a grandma in the same day.”

“Well, I won’t deny it’s a surprise, especially considering how little time the pair of you have been…dating.” She flicked her brow, “but, well, guess it only takes the once. You’re adults, you make your own decisions. Just know I’m here, okay?”

You nodded, "thanks, Mom."

“I love you.”

"I love you, too." You teared up. "Jesus, I hate this part. All the crying and moods. It's pathetic!"

“Hate to tell you, it doesn’t get much better.”

"Great," you scoffed and dabbed your eyes. "I wish Dad was here. I think he'd really like Colin."

“Me too, and I know he would.” Your mom sniffed a little. “I miss him.”

"I miss him too, Mom," you whispered. "He should be here for all of this. He was supposed to be."

“I know…” your mom swallowed, “but as he always said, we play the cards life deals us.”

“Yeah, alright," you sighed, "I guess I'm going to finally enjoy this pool."

Your mom chuckled and squeezed your hand. With a soft smirk in her direction, you walked away. Stopping by the table where you ate, you slipped the sun dress you wore off and set it over the back of the chair. No sooner had you done that, you felt a soft hand gently gliding over the top of your ass, and a pair of lips sweetly kissing your cheek.

You licked your lips, biting your bottom in quickly. "Colin!" You whispered.

“Sorry.” He chuckled.

You snorted, "no you're not."

“Nope.”

With a shake of your head, you headed for the pool steps. Slowly you sank down into the water, realizing that you'd have to use the steps to help you get onto the lounge raft. So, you grabbed the inflated object and dragged it to you. You made sure your bottoms weren't up your ass and that your boobs weren't going to fall out before attempting to get on it. You managed it, reasonably gracefully you may add. Settled in, soon Kelly joined you on hers. You smiled at her as she floated next to you. Very quickly, however, you shrieked as a very big splash attacked your body, not entirely soaking you, but enough to cool you off. Justin and Colin both cackled as Kelly gave a yell. With a grin, you shook your head. Bright blue eyes that glittered and bounced off the rippling water peered back at you from the end of your raft.

“Is that anyway to treat the mother of your unborn child?” Kelly snorted, splashing back at Colin.

"It was only half the plan," he smirked as Justin caught his mom off guard and flipped her raft. Kelly shrieked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

"Don't you dare!" You pointed at Colin.

He held his hands up. “Off limits, I warned him.”

Again, you laughed and watched as Kelly near drowned her son before getting back on the raft. Colin kicked his feet and took you out to the ten foot deep end of the pool where he tread water still holding on to your float.

“This is nice,” you sighed.

"Yep," he smiled as he rested his chin on his hands. He was at eye level to your hips, anchoring himself to your float, still treading water.

You settled into the raft a bit more and bent your leg closest to him. Colin simply smiled even more as he watched you. Words escaping him for the moment.

"Don't let me nap," you sighed. "I'll burn and work Monday will suck."

“Okay,” he chuckled.

"You know, tomorrow I'm eleven weeks."

"One week closer to the safe zone." You looked at him like you were impressed. "What? I've been reading."

"I see."

“You sound surprised,” he snorted, “I can read you know…”

"Smaht ass," you giggled.

From their seats at the patio table the patents were watching how the two of you interacted.

“Well. They’re tied together in a way beyond a wedding ring, now.” Your mom commented.

"I've never seen him like this,” Jan sighed.

“Nope, he’s smitten.” Scott snorted. “He’s a happy I hadn’t seen in a long time.”

Your mom sighed, "she loves him. But to be fair and no offense to your son, am I the only one concerned about the length they've been together?"

“No, not at all.” Scott sighed. “But we are where we are.”

Jan nodded, "I think fate happened. When Colin met Ally, he looked nothing like this. I can't explain it entirely. He loved her, but that love was an idea of what love was. With Y/N, he has purpose, even before the baby. He came for dinner grinning about her. He knows who he is now, what he wants in life."

Your mom smiled, “it’s what I want for her…but I worry. I do.”

"I think we all will," she sighed. "But, as Scott said, here we are."

**********

You'd dropped your mom off and said goodbye with relative ease. The pair of you said nothing really on the way home. Colin drummed his fingers on the wheel, you hummed to the radio. When he pulled into the stall at the condo, he grabbed the bag of leftovers from behind his chair along with the tote you'd brought your suits and changes of clothes in. When he opened the door for you, you saw the same look on his face he'd been giving you all day. It made you stir inside, it made you flush.

But you hadn't asked him about it, not then anyway. Now, however, you wanted to know. So inside, as he put the leftovers away, you asked.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

“Like what?”

"I don't know!" You snorted, "It's why I'm asking." You smiles softly, "it just makes me feel all melty."

“Melty, huh?” Colin laughed, “chocolate melty or ice cream melty?”

"I don't know!" You laughed, "is there a difference? Melty is melty!"

“Of course, there’s a difference! Chocolate goes to goo. Ice cream is liquid!”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "goo then."

“Chocolate melty. My favorite!”

You sighed, "today was a rollercoaster huh?"

“Yeah…but I think it’s okay.”

"I think they were just as shocked as we were, with good reason."

“It’s…it’s unexpected.” Colin shrugged as he shut the fridge. “You know, we haven’t been together long and we’re gonna get a lot of people reacting like that, but the main thing is we know we’re doing the right thing for us, and for Bowie…”

"Bowie, huh? Still manifesting blue?" You snorted. "I didn't know I could feel like I do with you. From the beginning."

“Oh, it’s blue, and we’re calling him Bowie.” Colin grinned as his hands fell to your hips. “And I know what you mean. Fell quick and hard.”

"Very hard." You whispered. "Bowie works for a girl, too."

“It does? Huh…”

"I think so," you bumped your nose to his. "I heard what you said to Justin, you know."

“I said a lot to Justin…”

"When he asked if we'd.."

“Ohhh, right.” Colin licked his lips, “I…”

"It's okay," you whispered again. "It'll happen if it's meant to." You pulled back to see his eyes, to let him know you meant what you were saying. "Don't force yourself to feel you have to because I'm pregnant, okay? I've trapped you enough," you smiled weakly.

“Don’t…don’t say that.” Colin shook his head.

"Sorry."

“You gotta stop this, Monkey. These little comments and stuff. I’m here, and I wanna be here. If I didn’t, I’d be a huge piece of shit and have left you high and dry. But that’s not me, not who I am anymore.”

"I'm scared, Colin."

“So am I.”

“I...I love you and I’m scared this could tear us apart. What if we don't agree on parenting? What if we break up?"

“I don’t know, I don’t have the answers.” Colin shrugged.

"Me either."

“But, like Kelly told me before, no parent does.”

"True," you nodded." It's getting late. You ready for bed?"

“I thought you’d never ask.” Colin snorted, “I’m whacked.”

"Shower with me?"

“Sure, baby.”

He let you lead up to your room and you started the water. As it warmed, you both stripped down and stepped inside. It may have been early days into your pregnancy, but Colin still settled his hands over your phantom bump. His lips covered your shoulder in feathery kisses.

"Next weekend, we go unplugged okay? No work, no school. All notifications off." He whispered into your neck.

"Okay," you replied softly.

He washed your hair and your back, you returned the favor. By the time your heads hit the pillows, the emotions from the day had quickly lulled your tired bodies to sleep.

[arndylevinbarber]

Taste Of Honey (Complete)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (Epilogue)

There's a monster in our wood. She'll get you if you're not good. Drag you under leaves and sticks. Punish you for all your tricks. Anest of hair and gnawed bone. You are never, ever coming... home.

The trip was meant to be fun, a stopover as you made your way from the east coast to the west. You were on your way to LA after packing up your entire life and moving, driven by the need for change.

It was only supposed to be a few days, a few days in the woods camping before you moved on. It was meant to be fun, you had never intended to get trapped.

Least of all by a massive man who could shift into a bear…and who claimed you were his mate.

[arndylevinbarber]

Brat Taming

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 (TW)

Summary: As omegas, Jake Jensen and you have been friends since childhood. You’ve grown up together and that connection had eventually bled into deeply wound love and affection.

But omegas don’t date omegas; don’t mate with omegas. You can’t be together as mates, however you can be together in a pack.

Jake has instead arranged for the two of you to be part of a pack and court three alphas together, stating that if you can’t have each other as mates, the least you could do was share a bond with alphas.

Ari Levinson, your boss who had his eye on you for weeks, if not months since you started.

Steve Rogers, an Avenger who is well past ready to settle down with an omega or two.

And Ransom Drysdale, the head of Blood Like Wine publishing who wants a couple omegas to have in his bed and in his life.

[arndylevinbarber]

THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

ONE: The Proposition

TWO: The Agreement

THREE: The Art Of Foreplay

FOUR: Third Base

FIVE: The Gag Reflex

SIX: Happily Unloved

SEVEN: Game Night

EIGHT: Date Night

NINE: Full Sex

[arndylevinbarber]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

NAVIGATION | M.LIST

synopsis 彡 You ask your best friend, Ari, to finally pop your cherry, but he’s too big.

pairing 彡 bestfriend!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader

warnings 彡 This story will contain the following content: EXPLICIT/SEXUAL SCENES, DD/LG ELEMENTS, size kink (Ari’s got a huge dick), reader is super innocent, p in v sex, virginity loss, unprotected sex, rough sex, pure smut basically, very little plot

word count 彡 ~2.75k

author’s note 彡 This was supposed to be a drabble but… is 2750 words too long for a drabble? Probably.

DISCLAIMER ───THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MDNI.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you squeal, pressing your small, clammy hands against your best friend’s hairy chest and furiously shaking your head, a staggered breath slipping out your parted lips, “Give me a minute.”

Ari growls above you, raking his long fingers through his dark, tousled hair, “Goddamn it, Y/N, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“I know, I know… fuck, are they all that big?” you whimper, glancing nervously down between your legs where Ari is currently, or his unimaginably huge cock, rather—pointing at your little, wet cunt like a missle. You almost immediately look away, the sight of his stiff dick that was visibly too big for your pussy, that can easily tear you apart, split you in half, if he penetrates you, filling you with overwhelming panic and fear.

Ari bows his head modestly, “I guess mine is a bit larger than average.”

That was an understatement—the staggering size of his cock exceeded the average proportions in terms of both length and girth by a long-shot, and even you, who has never seen a man naked before, let alone a cock, knows that.

“Ari… Ari, I don’t know,” you admit frantically, “Ari, it’s way too big. There’s no way… there’s no way it’s going to fit.”

“It’s going to fit, bub,” Ari promises softly, bringing his calloused hand down to rub and tickle the soft flesh of your tummy, “But if you don’t want to do this, say the word and we stop, okay? Are you alright?”

You mull over his words, shyly gazing up at your best friend with big, innocent, tearful eyes—he almost loses all self-control when you look at him like that, biting his lip and softly groaning.

“Don’t look at me like that, Bambi,” he averts his gaze to the wall behind you, practically moaning out the familiar pet name that he given to you due to your round, doe-like eyes that are currently begging him to stop and to fuck you all at once, “Fuck… I’m having a hard time holding back, if I’m being honest. Do you want this or not? You have to let me know now, bub.”

“I… I…” you gulp for the umpteenth time, avoiding looking at his massive dick again because you know it scares you, weakens your resolve, but it was simultaneously impossible not to look at. You’ve never seen a real-life cock before, only illustrated pictures in textbooks. And Ari’s dick looked nothing like the illustrations, it was just so big, and so, so scary-looking, and veiny, and thick.

You didn’t think your experienced best friend would agree to popping your cherry. You prepared a whole five-point, heart-rending essay about how it embarrasses you that you’re twenty-one years old and still a virgin, and you trust Ari to change that, only if he would like. As you spilled your heart out, stammering out your case as to why your first should—no, ought to—be Ari, he didn’t even react to your words, save for a deep, contemplative glint in his pretty, blue eyes and scratching his bearded chin as he mulled over your thesis and supplemental points. Shortly after you finished, a long, strained silence followed as he decided, and you were trembling in humiliation and shame, positive he was going to say ‘no’.

Until he said ‘yes’.

Or, his exact words: “You’re so cute, bub, of course I’ll pop your cherry for you. Let’s do it tomorrow at my place?”

And that’s exactly how the both of you ended up in this position—your clothes tugged off in a frenzy and discarded somewhere on the carpeted floor, you sprawled out like a platter on his king-sized bed, trapped in Ari’s big, buff arms, legs spread as wide as your stiff muscles allowed and Ari nestled between them, the angry, red tip of his hard cock hovering over your slick, virgin hole. He was in no rush preparing you for his dick, swirling his fingertips around your wet folds and stroking your aching clit until your pretty cunt was puffy and drooling, begging for his cock.

Rough fingertips skim over the skin under your ribcage as Ari’s bulbous cockhead slides over your swollen clit, and you mewl out loud, explosions of toe-curling sensations crawling up your spine. You let your head fall back against the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut for half-a-second before peeling them open and looking down in panic as Ari’s dick starts to push against your small opening.

“Ari!” you reach down and tap his solid thigh in warning, “Ari, wait!”

“Yes or no?” the gruff, lustful voice did not sound like it belonged to your best friend, “Do you want this or no? Come on, baby.”

The velvety baritone of his voice has you throbbing between your legs, and you whimper out, “Y-Yes… yes, but I’m scared.”

“What’s scary, bub?” his tone softens as he finally meets your hooded gaze. Thumbing your pebbled nipples, he smiles lightly at you, “Tell me what’s scary.”

“Your…your…”

“My what?” his blue eyes sparkle, “My cock?”

You whimper, responding with a subtle nod of confirmation. He chuckles softly, his leathery hand slithering down your quivering body to flick your slippery clit, “What’s scary about my cock, baby?”

“It’s… it’s big and scary-looking,” you admit in a high-pitched tone, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear, “Can you make it smaller?”

Ari bites back a snort, “No, sweetheart, it’s not getting any smaller as long as I’m in between your pretty legs.”

Eyelids pricking with fresh tears, you wail, starting to have second thoughts about all this. It isn’t too late to back out, Ari has offered several times now to stop if you wished. But you didn’t want to stop—it’s unlike you to give up because you’re daunted by the challenge. God, but this would be easier by a hundred miles if Ari wasn’t fucking mammoth below the waist.

“Listen,” he squeezes your bare thigh, leisurely stroking his fat cock in his clenched fist, “Let me put the tip in first, okay? And let’s see how you feel after that, and if it’s too much, we stop. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

You nod your head shyly, and Ari smiles in return, tickling your tummy, “Good girl. Deep breaths in, okay? Don’t you worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.”

If your arousal wasn’t hampering your ability to think straight, you would’ve blanched at term. But he wasn’t your daddy, so what did he mean? You didn’t get to ask, or even think about it for more than two seconds before Ari was impaling with his thick cockhead.

“O-oh!” a choked, guttural noise crawls out your throat, and Ari grunts in pure bliss: “Shit… you’re clinging to my fuckin’ dick, baby.”

“Ari! Ari, I-I thought you said just the tip!” you dig your heels into the spongy mattress, bracing his bulky bicep for purchase, “Ow, ow, ow!”

“It is just the tip,” Ari confirms, wincing because your tight pussy was hurting even him as he was met with resistance, your narrow walls trying to reject him, to squeeze him out, “Fuck.”

Ari’s big hand flits over your stiff nipple, twisting and pinching the stinging buds. And you feel like you are simply malfunctioning, that you are no longer the master of your senses as his experienced touch overwhelms your undefiled body. Toes curling and back arching off the bed, an indescribable heat bursts inside your lower gut and all you can manage to do is scream and cry bloody-murder.

Ari grabs your squirming hips to still you, hissing harshly, “Stop moving” in a tone that has you almost instantly obeying. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to his huge size, feeling so stuffed and it was only the tip.

“Are you okay?” Ari asks tenderly, stroking the supple skin of your hip with his thumbs, “You’re doing great, bub, and ‘m very proud of you, you know that?”

“Ari,” you cry softly between sharp hiccups, whether in pain or lust neither of you know, “Ari… are you sure it’s just the tip? I feel so full…”

He grunts in response, “I promise, princess. I promise it’s only the tip. Do you wanna stop?”

You shake your head furiously, “No! No!”

Ari titters breathily, gliding his calloused hand up-and-down your smooth tummy, goosebumps rising in his wake, “You want more?”

Glimpsing down, your heart trips over a beat as you take in the sight of his big dick disappearing in your slick, little cunt. You are quick to look away because you’ll never get used to how unfathomably massive and thick his cock looks, your poor pussy was weeping from the intrusion.

“A little deeper,” you pant, warmth rising to your cheeks and to your toes. There’s no backing out now, you best get it over with. At least, that’s what you recite in your mind again and again as Ari fulfills your wish, thrusting one, two more inches into your weary pussy. Stabs of pain shoot through your writhing body alongside bolts of pleasure, and you squeak and thrash your limbs, “Okay, okay! That’s enough!”

He pauses, an impatient groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, “Bambi, I have to move or I’ll… I’ll bust right fuckin’ now, I swear to you. God, please. You’re gripping me real good, baby. Let Daddy fuck you nicely.”

“Daddy…” you babble, the miniscule part of your brain that governs your rationality shutting off completely, “It hurts really, really bad.”

“It’s because it’s your first time,” he informs you, gently rocking his hips to shallow-fuck you, “The pain will go away if you let me fuck you properly. I promise. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

Your trusting heart soars at his words, nodding eagerly as you try to relax, “Okay, Daddy.” And Ari never gave you any reason in the past to not trust him, now isn’t any different, right?

He beams at you, “That’s my girl.”

Moaning at the same time, Ari sheathes you with half of his thick cock, his progress slow and methodical. You peel open your eyes to look up at him, strands of dark, damp hair falling over his sticky forehead and his wet, pink lips parted in an “O” shape. But he’s staring down at where you two unite, your pretty pussy stretched beyond its limits around his rigid, throbbing dick, the mere sight of it nearly sending him toppling over the edge.

He leans over, flush against your sweaty body, and rolls his hips in languid circles, “How’s that feel, princess? Good?”

“Feels really good, Daddy…” you hum in response, your head lulling to the side. Then, realization dawns on you and you squeal happily, “... and, and it fits!”

“Yeah? Of course it fits, sweetheart. Didn’t I promise?” he sponges a sloppy, wet kiss on your glistening neck, “You love Daddy’s dick, don’t you, bub? Tell me how much you—a-ah—how much you love my cock.”

“I love your… I love your…”

“Cock,” he reminds you, nipping and sucking and lapping at the spongy skin of your neck, “‘I love Daddy’s cock’, say it.”

“I love Daddy’s… c-cock,” you whimper softly, and something in Ari snaps as he growls animalistically and impales you suddenly with the remaining inches of his dick in one quick thrust, a blood-curdling scream leaving your parted lips.

“Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, gripping your thighs roughly and widening the angle of your legs to fill you up as deep as he can possibly go, “Fuck! This creamy pussy is gonna be the death of me.”

You cry out, gripping his bedsheets in your tiny fists and wildly shaking your head, “Ari! Ari, stop! Hurts! Hurts real bad!”

Ari pauses, buried deep inside your slippery canal, your wet walls clamping repeatedly around his fat dick. Your creamy cunt was unlike any woman’s he’s been with, it was so much better, so, so much tighter and wetter and prettier. Fuck, he never wanted to pull out, he could fuck you forever if it was possible.

He retreats slowly to rut back in, tugging you impossibly closer to his large body, practically engulfing you completely in his suffocating embrace. Grunting and muttering absolute filth against your sticky neck, he rocks against you at a moderate pace, his fat dick stroking a certain spot inside you that has you sobbing and moaning and working your hips with his unrelenting rhythm. Thrills sweep through your twitching body, the pressure in your lower gut mounting as you scale your peak.

“Talk to me, baby,” Ari pecks your jaw, lifting the hood of your clit and tickling your swollen cluster of nerves with his fingernail, “Are you okay? It still hurts?”

“‘M good!” you assure him, gasping as he rubs your throbbing little bud, and he lifts his head to grin at you, “That’s my good girl. I’m going to go a little faster, bub. Is that okay?”

“Mhm!” you manage to return his smile, and he coos at you, “My pretty little girl. Daddy loves fuckin’ your sweet pussy… would you look at that? Look at your tummy, baby.”

You raise your head to follow his lustful gaze, glancing down at your bloated belly, a visible outline of his thick girth in your little tummy. You practically squawk, looking away in horror and something else entirely: desire.

“Daddy is too big for your baby pussy, aren’t I, princess?” he growls, grabbing your tiny hand and placing it over the bulge in your distended tummy so you can feel him thrust in and out of you over and over, “Daddy’s fuckin’ you so deep that he’s in your belly.”

You can’t believe how wet this was all making you, but it was true, and the tell-tale sign: the obscene, sloppy wet noises between your shaking legs as Ari destroys your dripping cunt, and the lewd smack of his heavy balls swatting your flushed ass.

Ari licks the pads of long fingers and works your sensitive clit a little faster as the pace of his ruts quickens, full-on jackhammering into you. Your searing ass lifts off the bed as he pounds into you hard and fast at a brutal, unforgiving tempo, his guttural grunts amplifying in volume, turning into loud, primal moans that echo off his bedroom walls.

“I’m close!” he warns, feeling his heavy balls tighten, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm, “You gonna cum on my dick for me, princess? Fuck, I can tell by the way you’re choking Daddy’s cock. You almost there? Come on, milk Daddy’s dick.”

You’re wailing and thrashing your limbs violently, pure, unadulterated bliss taking over your soft features as you ride your crescendo, chasing your release until you finally tip over the edge and explode in a dizzying, mind-blowing orgasm that engulfs you completely, until all you can see is white stars. Ari fucks you through your release, his hips staggering as he chases his own.

“That’s right, baby—a-ah—make Daddy’s dick real fuckin’ wet. Squeezing my cock like your life fuckin’ depends on it. O-oh, I’m cumming!”

With a thunderous groan, rope after rope of his fiery seed fills you up, seeping into the depths of your tight pussy until you are the fullest you’ve ever been in your life. You’re both spasming as you ride out your orgasms, grinding and sliding against each other uncontrollably, aftershocks of your climax rippling throughout your weary body.

Dribbling down your thigh and pooling beneath your ass, his hot cum spills out of your weary cunt as Ari pulls out slowly, his cock coated in a mix of your and his fluids and your virgin blood. Softly humming, Ari deposits a kiss on your sticky temple and brushes your damp hair out of your flushed face, stroking your wet cheeks with his thumbs.

“How was that? You did a great job, bub. I’m so, so proud,” Ari caresses you, his hooded gaze looking you straight in the eye. You smile sheepishly up at him, “Mm, I loved it, Daddy. T-Thank you.”

He rises to flip you over on your stomach, and you yelp as you’re swiveled around and your nose is buried in his blankets. You feel Ari’s rough hands glide up and down your bare back, fingertips tracing your spine.

“Nothing’s ever been up this cute little ass either, huh, baby?” Ari grins almost wickedly, swatting your cheek roughly, “I’m gonna fill all your holes with my cum by the end of the night. You want that?”

You don’t even hesitate, nodding your head enthusiastically, unable to speak because you’re still in your foggy daze.

“That’s my girl,” and Ari can’t help but smile at you, at his girl.

[arndylevinbarber]

one of eun's alters is looking for a roleplay nonnie! requirements and details are listed below, as well as how to inquire about the role if you’re interested.

♡ friends, followers, mutuals: please reblog and signal boost this to help spread the word! thank you all ♡

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♡ who's looking ♡

one of eun's alters (nicknamed 'star' for the purpose of this search) is looking for a character anon to roleplay with. for her safety and comfort, star would only like to share a minimal amount about herself in this post. candidates who she (and eun) approve will get to know her better gradually as she grows more comfortable.

looking for info about eun and her system? check out this post!

a bit about star: star is a 22 year old female alter (pronouns: she/her.) star loves aesthetics and art, nature, baking, storytelling, and music. some words to describe her personality would be: soft, sweet, tender-hearted, timid, loving, and sentimental.

♡ what we're looking for ♡

role requirements: to fill this role, you (the mod) must be 22 yrs of age or older. (we may consider candidates above 18, but would really prefer to have someone at least our/star's age.) you must be comfortable communicating through dm's. you must be comfortable and willing to engage with sfw age regression. you must be comfortable with the following sensitive topics: trauma and abuse, anxiety, eating disorders, and general mental illness (you won't be expected to manage any of these for or with star, but as they are a part of her and the system's life, she will require general support and understanding of these themes.)

qualities we're seeking in a nonnie and mod: patient, kind, attentive, genuine, accepting, honest, trustworthy, reliable, good at communicating, trauma-informed, flexible and accommodating of star/the system's different needs due to mental illness and neurodivergence, previous nonnie/rp experience.

characters star would prefer: jake jensen, ari levinson, or andy barber.

♡ what you'll be asked to do in this role ♡

regular interaction (frequency and timing are flexible, but daily interaction is preferred.) establish a relationship and story with star (star is hoping for a caregiver and little relationship/dynamic, but we may be open to other relationship types or storylines.) work with star at her own pace to grow the relationship (due to past abusive relationships and negative experiences with nonnies, star will need extra time, patience, and care to grow comfortable and establish trust with a new nonnie. things like touch, affection, and vulnerability will need to be eased into. please only apply for this role if you're willing to work with star through slow and gradual relationship/story building.) help care for star when she's little/regressed (star's regression includes things like stuffed animals, toys, blankets, pacifiers, etc.) be a source of love and comfort for star (especially during times of high anxiety or need for attention/affection.)

♡ what star hopes to do for you! ♡

star hopes to engage in safe, loving, mutually beneficial roleplay with whoever she ends up choosing for this role. she wants to be as big of a support to her nonnie as they are to her! she's got a huge heart; she loves to listen to, help, and care for those close to her. her favorite thing in relationships is finding all sorts of ways to show her love: through little presents, art she makes you, songs, love notes, and more. she hopes to take good care of her roleplay partner, in and out of character, and would love to grow a strong relationship with her nonnie's mod as well!

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♡ our promise to you: star and eun both hope that this can be a mutually beneficial arrangement. we promise to always respect your boundaries, talk things through with you, and work with you to make sure you’re feeling positive and fulfilled in this role. ♡

♡ if you’re interested: please reach out to @comfortcap via dm (through a personal or character anon blog) and further details can be given, as well as any of your questions or concerns addressed! ♡

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[arndylevinbarber]

thoughts & emotions (steve rogers).

Disclaimer: The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you

Pairing: nomad!steve rogers x female reader

Summary: Working alongside Steve meant following a lot of orders, however this didn’t mean you had the obligation of obeying these orders – Steve didn’t like this. This leads to a lot of unsaid words, emotions and thoughts between you two.

Warning: Angst, fluff, smut – mdom!steve rogers, slight fdom from y/n, teasing, seggual tension, ooc steve rogers, slight praise kink, use of the word slut, p in v (minors dni, you will be blocked). 

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[arndylevinbarber]

For flashback Friday- when ari explains to sweetpea what being his Luna means to him and to the pack? Maybe this is their first kiss?

The door had been opened for you, and a woman in a sleek black dress was waiting inside with a leather bound menu and a glass of fine French water. She had greet you with a small tilt of her head and a professional smile that was aimed solely at you.

“Good afternoon, chef Levinson is waiting for you at a private table near the back.” She had beckoned you to follow her and then she spun on her heel and started walking briskly throughout the restaurant until she had come to a table and stopped, directing you to a high-back cushioned seat.

You had pulled the seat out and sank down to the cushion, tucking your purse between your feet on the floor. You had reached for a menu and opened the front docket, gazing at the menu with bewilderment at some of the featured prices.

“You don’t need that, Sweetpea.” It was Ari’s voice that had distracted you and made you lower the menu, though it was his appearance that had nearly made your heart leap out of your chest.

You didn’t believe it was physically possible for someone like Ari to exist and be so breathtaking and yet every day he had proven you wrong. Even now, wearing the tradition chefs coat, and the double breasted buttons, Ari looked as if he had stepped off a runway cover with his classically handsome appearance.

“You wanted to meet me here?” You questioned, drumming your fingers against your leg. “Val said-“

“You don’t always eat lunch, do you?” Ari had begun unbuttoning the jacket, a dark coal grey shirt beneath rolled up to his shoulders, and the pair of jeans he wore underneath was unfairly sexy.

“I mean I’m busy…” you nibbled on the inside of your cheek and hummed, looking him over shamelessly.

“I have something for you. My sous-chef has a special that she’s always finished with.” Ari had taken the place across from you, situating himself before he spoke again.

“I missed you, my little luna.” He smiled charmingly, and reached to his left, grasping hold of the chilled wine at the next table.

“You just saw me.” You countered with a slight drawl, wondering why exactly he wanted you to meet him.

“Would you like some wine while we talk, Sweetpea?”

“Is it going to be an awkward conversation?” You reached for your glass after Ari filled it, and lift it to your lips.

“Its all what you make of it, sweetheart.” Ari had poured himself a glass then took a sip to match yours. “Its about being my luna.”

“Luna…moon in Spanish but I’m guessing there’s more to it.” You hummed, tasting the deep flavours of the wine burst on your tongue.

“You’re beautiful, baby. Just so gorgeous.” Ari praised, and set his glass down before he reached for your hands.

“Traditionally, a luna is a female wolf. Either called a Luna wolf or a she-wolf depending on the position on the hierarchy ladder in the pack. A Luna wolf is a high-ranked female wolf, and in rare cases, is called an alpha female. Although, a luna-wolf seldom has the status of the alpha male. A she-wolf is known to be a female individual within the pack.”

“And non-traditionally?” You quivered at the intense passion in his voice, the immense devotion and respect.

“I’m the alpha, you’re the luna. You’re my mate, and my everything. You’re my equal in every regards and your position as Luna puts you at the forefront of the pack with me. We’re a bonded pair, or we will be, and its integral for the survival of the pack.” Ari had explained while brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

“So if it was a monarchy, you’d be the king?” You pondered, debating what he had said.

“Yes, sweetpea. And you’d be my queen, its like that.” Ari was pleased with you, and he had let you know by squeezing your hand. Afterward, he turned his attention to the double doors that had opened, watching his sous-chef bring out your food.

“Eat, Sweetpea. Enjoy yourself and I’ll answer all your questions.”

[arndylevinbarber]

The Cheerleader • P2

18+

As it turns out, fucking your worst enemy's dad in her own home is incredibly satisfying.

Content Warning: DILF!Steve x Reader, mature themes, forbidden relationship, age gap, smut (face fucking, daddy kink, Dom!Steve, praise kink penetrative sex, creampie).

Part One

"You are out of your mind."

Davina's cynical comment elicits an eye roll from you while you touch up your lip gloss in the mirror. "It's fate, Davie. How can I ignore fate?" You ask incredulously, turning to face her. "He's here, on campus. I have to take advantage of this opportunity!"

She lets out a long sigh, shaking her head as she watches you put on your uniform. "What are you wearing that for?" She asks with a frown.

"He might only be into me because of the whole cheerleader thing," You explain simply. "I can't risk him rejecting me."

"He's visiting his daughter at college; if he doesn't reject you, he's a pervert!" Davina retorts, standing up.

"No, he is not!" You shoot back. "He's beautiful, and really good at sex. Will you just let me have this?"

"There's no way he's gonna have sex with you again," She reckons, not too sure herself. "How would that even be logistically possible?"

"I don't need to fuck him; I just wanna see him again," You admit with a smile. "Twirl my skirt a little, take up some space in his mind."

She lets out a sigh but gives up on trying to stop you, which you take as her blessing.

Jamie Rogers' building is on the other side of campus. It's a short walk over, and you spend the whole time buzzing. The second you saw her dad on her Instagram story with a caption about how he had surprised her with a visit, you knew you had to at least try to see him.

You know exactly where she lives, thankfully. Her apartment is right next to Pietro's, which you frequent. When you get there, you knock on her door a few times, before stepping back and smoothing down your skirt. Almost a month has passed since you last saw Mr. Rogers, and you're itching for your next hit.

The door opens and Jamie immediately looks disgusted. "Are you lost?" She asks you, looking you up and down with a frown. "Maximoff lives next door."

"I'm not here to see Pietro," You reveal with a friendly smile, holding up the poster in your hand. "I came to invite you to help out with a fundraiser the Falconettes are hosting."

Utterly confused, Jamie scoffs. "You came all the way here to give me a poster for an event I most definitely will not be attending, let alone helping out with?" She asks incredulously.

You take in a deep breath before pushing past her, casually strolling into the apartment. "It's for a good cause," You insist, feeling your stomach flip when you see her father leaning against the breakfast bar. "Hi, Mr. Rogers! I didn't know you were visiting."

A smile grows on his face as he sees you, looking you up and down. "Hello, Y/N. It's good to see you again," He greets you with a subtle smirk.

"Yeah, she was just leaving," Jamie interjects, snatching the poster from your hand. "Why should I care about this fundraiser?"

Giving her a warm smile, despite how much you just want to give her just as much attitude back, you reply, "We're trying to raise money for our flights to Nationals. But whatever we have left over is going to the Falcons, so I figured you'd be interested in helping out."

"That sounds great," Mr. Rogers suddenly chimes in. "Honey, you're always complaining that you guys don't have enough budget for a new uniform."

"Exactly!" You add on with a grin, holding your hand and taking Jamie's. "Everyone can win, Jamie, if we all work together."

She grimaces before pulling her hand back. "Why are you being so nice to me after last week?" She questions you with narrow eyes. "Get high off your boyfriend's supply, again?"

The mention of last week makes your eye twitch. At a party, you and Jamie had got into yet another argument, which ended with her dumping her drink on your head. Most of your motivation to fuck her dad again comes from the rage you felt that night, but you slap on a fake smile and keep up the act.

"Don't be silly, Jay! Bygones!" You exclaim with a soft laugh, gently hitting her arm. "And Pietro and I are just friends, you know that!"

Raising a brow, she lowers her voice. "Yeah, that's not what I heard the other night-"

"Anyway!" You cut her off, turning to Mr. Rogers. "Have you two got any fun plans today?"

Jamie huffs, giving up with trying to make you leave anytime soon. Mr. Rogers steps forward, folding his big arms across his chest. "We're gonna watch a play," He tells you.

"Right after I shower and get ready," Jamie mumbles, looking down at her watch.

"Oh. Right," You say, feeling a bout of mischief as you slowly back away towards the door. "Well, I'm going next door to hang with Piet."

"When?" She questions, confusing you.

"Uh, right now?" You retort with a frown.

"No, when did I ask?" She asks with an eye-roll, but you're too busy giving Mr. Rogers fuck-me eyes to notice her diss.

"Enjoy your shower, Jamie," You sing, before getting down on one knee and pretending to be tying your shoelace.

"Enjoy screwing your boyfriend, slut," She retorts quietly, to which you shoot her a wink.

"I will," You whisper while she storms out of the room.

When you hear her bedroom door slamming shut, you look up from your shoes to see Mr. Rogers walking over to you. You're about to get up, but he cups your cheek in his hand and lowers his voice. "Stay there," He orders with a mumble, making your pussy throb.

You say nothing, too awestruck by his silent dominance as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his hard cock. Your other knee lowers to the carpeted floor and your lips part instinctively.

"Miss me?" He asks you teasingly, tapping his tip on your bottom lip.

"Yeah," You whisper breathlessly, already flustered into complete submission.

"Been thinking about how good I fucked you?" He questions lowly, slowly inching his dick into your mouth. "'Bout how nobody else could ever make you cum that hard?"

Your stomach flips and you know that it's true; nobody comes close to being as good as him as pressing your every button. For the past month, you've been masturbating to the memory of him, and now that you have the chance to experience him again, you're utterly overwhelmed. Fucking Pietro is nice and all, but he doesn't hold a candle to Steven Rogers.

Without warning, he begins to fuck your face. You tightly grab his thighs in each of your hands, taken aback by his rough intrusion. "Keep your eyes on me," He growls, running a hand through your hair before pulling on the ends. "That's it. Don't act so coy, baby, we both know this is exactly what you came here for."

You let out whimpers around his cock, your heart racing as it tunnels down your throat. Incapable of a single coherent thought, you simply stare up at him, letting your jaw relax and letting him use you like a toy. You feel yourself getting wetter, every one of Steve's grunts making your cunt throb. In an attempt to feel some relief, you squeeze your legs together and slightly move your hips back and forth.

"Look at you," He mutters with an arrogant smirk, slowing down his thrusts. "Getting wet for me, baby? Need me in your pussy?"

You nod as best as you can, eager to fuck him again and also keenly aware that you don't have much time with him. Jamie could jump out the shower any minute, and the two of you know that. Without wasting a second, Steve pulls out of your mouth and grabs your arm, dragging you up to your feet. Dazed, you stumble backwards, and he follows you to push you against the wall and give you a sloppy kiss.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you," He admits lowly, squeezing your hips as his forehead rests against yours. "That perfect pussy. I'm hooked, baby."

Timidly, you wrap your fingers around his dick, gently and slowly stroking it. Steve's jaw clenches as he groans lowly, his eyes darkening.

"Fuck. Come here," He mumbles before lifting up your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You rest your arms on his shoulders and your stomach flips with excitement as he brings his cock to your entrance. "Ready?"

"Yes," You whisper, before gasping when he sinks into you. Slowly, he feeds you every inch of himself, his pulsing dick filling you up.

"Oh, fuck," He groans, throwing his head back. "Shit, you're gonna kill me."

Once you're used to his intrusion, you squeeze his shoulder and nod profusely. Steve takes that as his green light and begins pounding in and out of you, fucking you against the wall and making the shelves shake. Your voice is stolen as he fucks you, and you're unable to let anything besides weak whimpers and moans out of your mouth.

"That's it, baby, you're taking me so well," Steve praises you, thrusting harder. "That's my girl."

You light up at his words, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He can tell he's already got you in the palm of his hand, and he loves it. Suddenly, he stops his movements and begins walking you over to the couch. Jamie's couch. Steve puts you down onto your feet before bending you over the back of the couch and lifting up your skirt again.

"Such a good little slut for me," He utters, slapping his tip against your pussy a few times before pushing it back into you. You feel him much deeper in this position, and it makes your toes curl when he brushes against your cervix. He gives you no time to adjust, fucking into you hard and fast once again.

Steve takes your hands in his, pulling your arms behind you as he slams in and out of you. Your moans are loud, but you don't care. Jamie's music is blasting from the bathroom, and even if it wasn't, you grin widely at the thought of the look on her face if she were to walk in on her dad railing her worst enemy on her own couch.

"You are unreal," Steve says, making you smirk at how smitten you've made him. He slows down his thrusts and cups your face, bringing you up so your back is against his front. "Tell me, baby, who does this pussy belong to?"

Through your smile, you reply, "It belongs to you, daddy. I'm all yours."

He pulls out before turning you around to face him and cups your cheeks in his hands. With a deep kiss, he lets you know exactly how obsessed with you he is, and you're glad your feelings are mutual. During the kiss, as his tongue dances with yours, Steve picks you back up and takes you over to the breakfast counter. There, he sits you down onto a stool before lifting your legs up and placing them on his shoulders.

"All mine," He repeats with a mumble, marrying his cock back to your cunt, sliding back into you. "My good little slut."

He fucks into you deeper than ever, lightly wrapping his hand around your throat. You feel dizzy, overcome with pleasure. "Daddy," You whine as your eyes roll back.

"Fuck, baby, take it," Steve grunts, pawing at your tits through your top. "That feel good?"

"So good," You reply, digging your nails into his biceps. "Please don't stop, daddy, make me cum."

Your words spur him on to fuck you harder, and soon you feel your core tighten. With a loud cry, you let go and cum, overwhelmed with a rush of bliss and intense relief.

"That's my fuckin' girl," He groans, thrusting slower. He pounds into you a few more times before cumming, shooting his load into you with a grunt. "Shit."

Shuddering, you slowly come down from your high while Steve gently puts your panties back into place and smoothes down your skirt. Once your mind is back on the ground, and you can see clearly again, you realize you're sitting at the counter and Steve is opening up a bottle of kombucha before he slides it over to you.

"Drink up, cheerleader," He says, giving you a smile.

"Fuck," You mumble, fixing your hair. "Did we really just do that?"

Smirking, Steve rests his hands on the counter. "You wanna come watch the play with us?" He asks, watching as you take a sip.

"Absolutely not," Is your instant reply.

He knows to give up, shrugging before holding out his hand. "Give me your phone," He orders, waiting for you to fish it out of your pocket and place it in his pal. "Password?"

You tell him the number code, curiously observing as he types and swipes. After a few moments, he hands it back to you.

"You're so old," You tease him.

"Call me," He says simply, to which you snort.

With an eye roll, he sighs. "Fine, text me, or whatever the fuck," He huffs.

"I will," You chirp, putting your phone away.

"When I want to," You say with a casual shrug. "Might not be a while."

"When?" He asks.

Steve raises a brow, giving you a cold look while saying nothing. It's enough to knock all the confidence out of you and you immediately lose the attitude.

"Tonight," You correct yourself, earning a smug look from him. "When will you get home?"

"I have classes tomorrow, and don't you have work?" You wonder with a frown.

"Around 9," He answers, before a mischievous glint shines in his eyes. "Come with me."

Steve shakes his head. "Retired."

"Created a banking software in my early twenties, developed it for a decade, sold it in my early thirties, invested in a bunch of companies with the money, and here I am. No need to work for the rest of my life," He explains calmly, as though he isn't describing his journey to self-made millionairism.

Taken aback, you scoff. "You're like, not even forty! How are you retired?"

"Oh," You say simply. "Nice."

Steve leans forward, resting his arms on the counter. "So, come see my big house," He invites.

With a sigh, you shake your head. "Sounds good, but I have training tomorrow," You say with an apologetic look. "Nationals are soon, and I can't let my girls down."

"So you're gonna let your man down instead?" He asks, smoothly using the possessive pronoun like it's nothing and turning you into a giddy ball of nerves. Your man.

Thankfully, before you have to say something in response, Jamie re-enters the living space, screwing her face up when she sees you. "Why are you still here?"

Sitting up, you give her a grin. "Your father and I were just talking about finance. His journey is truly fascinating, I'm a big fan of his work," You lie through your teeth.

Unconvinced, she raises a brow. "You care about finance?" She asks incredulously. "The cheerleader majoring in Excercising Science cares about finance?"

"I have a quiet passion for math," You claim, standing up.

"Whatever," She mutters. "You can leave, now."

"Aren't you gonna invite your friend to the barbecue next weekend, J?" Steve asks, giving her an expectant look.

"She's not my friend, dad," She reminds him, frustrated.

"Don't be rude, Jamie," He says sternly, before giving you a smile. "You should come, Y/N. Jamie's Uncle Bucky works in Sport Science; I'm sure the two of you will have plenty to talk about."

Storming over to you, Jamie lowers her voice. "I'll come to your stupid fundraiser. Now, will you please get out of my life?"

The twinkle in Steve's eye is holding you captive, and you can't help but smile back at him. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," You sing, before shooting her a wink.

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[arndylevinbarber]

Diplomatic Negotiations Masterlist

Status: Ongoing!

Pairing: Teacher!Ari Levinson x Student!Reader

Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.

Series warnings: Fluff, smut, angst. Large age gap (Ari is late thirties, reader is in her early twenties). College AU, secret relationship, teacher/student relationships, shitty exes, alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of being hungover.

Smut warnings for this series (more will be added accordingly): Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of sub space, size kink, spitting kink, praise, dumbification, degradation, public, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, thigh riding, choking, spanking, anal.

Main Parts

Preparation*

Discussion

Bargain*

Proposal*

Part 2*

Rebuttal

Clarification*

Part 2*

Justification*

Part 2*

Settled

Drabbles

Ari bends you over his desk*

Cockwarming Teacher!Ari while you study*

Ari grading papers in bed

[arndylevinbarber]

Lion’s Den

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Summary: In need of a job, your omega sister and her alpha mate, Marcus, manages to get you a job at the strip club the mafia he’s part of runs. After you catch the eye, and they catch your scent, of the big bosses Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you are set on a path that leads directly to them. They are your alphas and you are their omega.

[arndylevinbarber]

³.⍭ 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝟐/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | ghostface!ex-boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead/dumb!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | soft DARK/DARK!Ari, obsessed/controlling!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, manipulation, blood, murder (not in detail), side character(s) death (it had to be done). implied: stalking. dumb!reader, size difference: 6’10!Ari, condescending!Ari, DD/LG undertones, manhandling, alcohol, weed (edibles). SMUT - minors DNI, fingering (f), non-con/dub-con: aphrodisiacs & stealthing, unprotected sex (p in v), daddy kink, choking, p*ssy spanking, mating press, dirty talk, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, degradation, heavy dumbification, size kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie.

𝗪/𝗖 | 9.71K

𝗔/𝗡 | thank you everyone for being patient with me, we all know pacing is my enemy and I can’t write anything short ever. mean daddy!ari makes an appearance here, so do a few of his fellow frat bros. As always, all mistakes are my own and i hope you all enjoy !! 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Am I stupid?” 

“Huh?”

“My friends say I’m not the sharpest… that’s why Ari treated me that way.” 

Bryce opens his mouth to answer, but quickly rethinks his blunt: “yes, you are.” 

In a way, your friends were right. It was rare for you to be out of that dreamland of yours. You were a little stupid—okay, maybe a lot stupid, but that surely wasn’t a bad thing. Everyone knew about Ari’s domineering attitude, and how he babied you and treated you like his property. 

Bryce is only frustrated because he didn’t get to you first. Now that you’re single, free from your overbearing six-foot-ten ex-boyfriend, he can take his chance. 

“I think you have a particular way of figuring things out, but that isn’t bad. It’s just you.” He gently pinches your cheek, and you smile shyly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Nothing at all.” 

Through the eye mesh, Ari watches you giggle and sip from the new solo cup. You’re practically snuggled into Langley’s arms, giving him that dumb-spaced-out look as you listen to whatever shit he has to say. His fist tightens around the aluminum handle when Bryce’s fingers trace up your cheek, drifting to your shiny forehead.

“You’re burning up.” He can barely read his lips through the dim red lights. 

You blink slowly and nod before your head falls back. A hot feeling builds in his stomach, either rage or desire, as your thighs clench and you subtly rock against the couch. The hem of your dress rides up your flesh, exposing the delicate white nylon begging to be torn—sliced to shreds. 

It was a shame, you being so woefully ignorant to leave your drink unattended while you and Bryce danced and mingled. You were lucky Ari was there to watch it—and slip in some crushed pills. A part of him was disappointed that when you returned and drank it all, not thinking about the creeps who would take advantage of you. 

Better him than anyone else. 

That’s what he found sickeningly comforting until Bryce brought you some more brownies directly after and shoved them into your pretty mouth. Anyone could smell the desperation radiating off of your body, and judging by the way Bryce was licking his lips, he was seconds away from devouring you on the damn couch in front of everyone. 

If only Bryce knew that you wouldn’t need anything else after those pills. The brownie was overkill, but Ari did love it when you were just a needy, whiny, dumb whore. 

Despite being dumped over text, Ari couldn’t escape you. You were plastered on his bedroom walls, from framed pictures to love letters you’ve written him—with all your spelling and grammar errors. Your scent was ingrained in his pillows and sheets, regardless of how many times he’s washed them. Dashes of pastel and lace were in every drawer and cranny, from your flimsy panties to itty bitty skirts that always showed your ass. 

You haven’t asked for any of your belongings back, and he wouldn’t tell you what he’s done with your favourite lacy underwear. He wants you to wear them without a clue that they’ve been covered in his seed while he rewatched the tape of you in one of your tiny cotton shorts, the crotch pulled to the side as he fucked your ass for the first time. 

He bets Bryce had no clue you were an anal slut. 

Over the booming bass and loud chatter, Ari can almost hear Bryce’s revolting thoughts—your friend has waited too long for this golden opportunity and it’s fucking soaked and needy, only inches away from him. 

Moments drag on and Bryce stands to leave, telling you to wait while he gets you cold water. Ari watches him waltz into the kitchen and check the fridge but comes up empty. On the way out, he swipes a brownie and goes to the garage. 

Ari follows after him, being masked and unrecognizable, he’s able to blend in with the bustling mob. He lingers around corners and spots the strobe lights don’t hit, the pitch-black robe morphs him into just another tall impending shadow. With a casual pace, his eyes remain locked on the younger man drunkenly humming to himself as he stumbles through the halls that were getting less crowded. 

He was making this far too easy. 

A loud crash sounds through the empty hallway, bouncing off the panelled walls and expensive paintings. 

“Aw shit.” Bryce curses and crouches to assess the damage, the china is scattered across the carpet, bits and pieces of the priceless artifact owned by the spoiled brat and party host. “Fucking shit.”

He looks up at the hooded, looming figure by the door clad in a dark robe with tattered sleeves. A stark white mask contrasts with the black eyes, nose, and dramatically wide-opened mouth—as if it were screaming or crying. 

“Hey, uh, don’t tell Ransom about that. I still owe him for the other vase I broke.” He tries to laugh off the nerves. He makes quick work of covering his ass and kicks the shards under the couch. “God knows he’ll never let me over again if he knew it was me.” 

Ari locks the door after him, slowly slipping off his mask because he’d rather have his face be the last thing the shithead sees. 

“I don’t think he’ll care.” 

Bryce’s frame stiffens and he stares forward at the window, instantly making out the long hair and pale skin. Even a few feet behind, Ari is still strikingly bigger than him. 

“He’s a good friend of mine, we both see things like that as disposable.” Ari steps forward, crushing the ceramic fragments under his heavy boots, “albeit, it would be impossible to replace the original. Nothing could amount to the first, it could look the same, feel the same—but if given the choice, only a fool would choose the fake.”

“What a drawn-out way to say you’re jealous.” He quirks a brow, “I knew you’d be an obsessed freak, just let her go, man. She’s about to get something—someone who’s actually good for her.” 

“She doesn’t know a damn thing, much less what’s good for her.”

The other man glowers, “does she know you talk about her like that?”

“Does she know you’re a pervert who’s taken pictures up her skirt?” 

Bryce’s skin goes pale, all colour draining from his cheeks until the only noticeable hue is his blue eyes. He doesn’t move or even twitch, hoping the lack of movement would make him magically disappear. 

“You’ve got pictures of my girl’s cunt.” Ari could rip him to shreds and not break a sweat. “And you’re calling me the freak?” Another step closer and more delicate shards crack under his weight. “A sicko like you must get off to that, huh? I wonder what the dean would think of that, you’re already on thin ice after that changing room incident. Fucking pervert.” 

The younger man clenches his fists and grits his teeth but he doesn’t speak. 

“You aren’t going to ask how I found out?” Ari tilts his head, waiting for a response but he gets nothing but long, ragged breaths. “My friend is fucking the dean’s secretary and she’s got loose lips,” He smirks and chuckles lowly, “in more ways than one.” 

In terror, his gaze darts towards the back door between two towering bookshelves. The various lamposts surrounding the property call to him like a beacon, so close yet so far with the menacing shadow only mere feet away. 

Do it. Ari has always loved a chase. 

In a split second, Bryce takes off, bursting through the door with a leap and racing across the lawn.

Ari cracks his neck and slips on the mask again, his hood following suit. Under his robe, he grasps the cold handle of the knife and follows after him. His heavy footsteps halt when he grabs a sharp fragment of the shattered vase—options, options, which will he choose? 

With the taste of revenge on his tongue, he contemplates. One will do the dirty work for you and the other will for himself, his pride and sanity. He couldn’t care less about those other victims when you were so disgustingly violated multiple times, and tonight could have been the worst of all. The difference between Bryce and him is that he’d do all those sick things to you because he loves you so much, and this fucking coward just wants to get his dick wet. 

Ari picks up speed, easily following after the drunk, horrified man. They both disappear into the abyss of the night, deeper into the woods of the secluded property. One of them unknowingly races closer to inescapable doom. 

A hand cradles your cheek, the touch was so comforting and familiar that you automatically lean into it. 

“There you are, bunny.” A drawl pulls you from the shadows, “There’s my girl, are you okay?”

If that voice had a taste, it’d be warm caramel on a vanilla sundae, with rainbow sprinkles and a candied cherry on top. 

When you come to, still heavy and disorientated, your blurry ex-boyfriend is knelt by your side. “Ari? Wh-What happened?” You’re sprawled on a bed like a ragdoll. Your legs are spread wide with one hanging off of the edge and the hem of your dress barely conceals your modesty.

The brunette hasn’t stopped caressing your cheek, his gentle motions a stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes, “Bryce slipped something into your drink.” He answers calmly as the aching in your head builds to a pounding. 

It takes a few seconds for you to process his words. “N-No… He wouldn’t—he’d never.” Your heart sinks. 

“He did. He told me himself before he got into his car and drove off.” Ari explains, “I guess he got scared when you passed out and decided to just leave you here. You’re lucky Steve found you and called me.” 

Distraught and sick to your stomach, you try to stand but collapse back onto the mattress, your legs too weak and unstable to support your weight. “Feeling—ugh.” 

Ari sweeps you into his arms, “Hey now, take it easy or you’ll hurt yourself. Deep breaths, you’re getting overwhelmed.” He cradles you like a princess, his little damsel in distress. 

“My basket…” 

Ari chuckles, even at a moment like this, your priorities haven’t changed. “I’ll find it later, baby. Just gotta calm you down right now.”

You almost cry at that. Whether it was the alcohol or the drugs, you feel as exposed and vulnerable as a wilting flower. Like a strong breeze could knock you over, you’re helpless to everything—the loud music, the bright lights and the many guests downstairs. 

You feel small. 

Tucking yourself into the crook of Ari’s shoulder, you inhale his cologne. The warm musk of cypress and cedarwood seeps into your senses, followed by the gentle undertones of patchouli. You dig your nose deeper, determined to soak up as much as you can before he goes away again—you missed him so much. 

Your unfocused eyes dart around the bedroom, from the cream walls and dark furniture. The soft, expensive duvet is wrinkled from your weight and your heels lie forgotten on the floor. Slowly but surely, the lights and pounding become bearable, and you can finally hear yourself think. 

Would Bryce do that to you?

If not, why would Ari say he did?

No, Ari never lied. Lying was deceitful and wrong, and Ari would never do that to you.

It seems too soon when Ari returns you to bed. You begrudgingly abandon your safe place and get a good look at him.

“You’re bleeding!” There were red splatters on his face to his neck, a bit even blending in with his dark beard. You quickly touch your own face and gasp when the same vermillion is on your fingers, “it’s still wet!” 

Ari quickly cleans your face, a soft chuckle flowing past his pink lips. “It’s fake, bunny. Just touched up my costume before I found you.” 

Your eyes fall to his attire, the black hooded cloth draped over his massive shoulders and mask atop his head, holding back his long hair. You tilt your head. 

Ari sighs fondly and pulls down the mask, revealing the eerily expressive big eyes and elongated mouth. As haunting as it was, you couldn’t ever figure out if the expression was upset or terrified. 

“Oh! I remember that mask.” You recall all the times he’s scared his friends with it. He messed with you a couple of times too. 

“Why are you scared, bunny?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled under the guise, as he pinned you against the wall, “it’s just daddy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

What followed was a night tangled in his bedsheets, the mask only coming off after you came all over his length twice. Ari wasn’t satisfied until he was soaked with your essence, he’d spend hours breaking you apart, only to put you back together with loving aftercare. 

You wonder if any of that has changed now—if he’s changed since then.

He goes towards the ensuite and switches on the tap. He wipes his face with his sleeve, cleaning away the red. 

“You don’t have to take it off.” You hesitate. It was awkward to see him again, he was so nonchalant about it too. “The fake blood is a part of your costume. And you’ll need it if you leave.” 

He snorts. “If I was leaving, I wouldn’t care. It makes you uneasy.” He meets your gaze through the reflection, “You never liked scary movies anyway.”

"Bunny, nothing is happening."

"I don't care!" You squeal, shaking in his arms with your face buried in his neck. Your eyes are squeezed shut and if you could, you'd cover your ears too but you refuse to part with your big, protective boyfriend. He was your unofficial bodyguard! "P-Please, turn it off! It's too scary!"

"You said you wanted to do something fun." Ari rubs your back under your shirt, gently dragging his nails down your spine. "Isn't this fun?"

"Not fun at all." You huff in frustration and fear, trying to ignore the creepy music flowing from the speakers, it paints the entire living room eerie and deeply unsettling. "Ari, please!"

"Stop being such a baby." He scolds, spanking your ass. "It isn't even gory." 

You pull away with a pout, "not a baby..."

A slow, sinister smile crawls onto his lips. "No? Why are you crying like one then?"

"You're bein' mean..." You move to climb off his lap but he locks his built, firm arms around your waist. "I don't like it." 

He ignores you and swoops forward, kissing from your forehead to your wet cheeks, across your nose and finally your lips. He makes obnoxious puckering noises, nibbling on your warm skin until your teary-eyed sulk faded into a sweet, giggly glow. 

It never takes much to distract dumb little you. 

"How about we get your mind off it, huh?" 

"Are we gonna go upstairs?" You ask cluelessly as he lays you on the couch, bracing himself above you. "You said you'd help me with my math homework?"

"I know, baby, I know." Ari sighs softly, lowering his hips between your spread thighs. "You still don't understand? I just tutored you last week." 

"I-I tried, but it's still too hard!" You sputtered, "I promise I did all the steps you put on the checklist, but I just—I can't, daddy." 

He coos, "Don't worry, bunny. I'll dumb it down for you again."

Your eyes flutter shut when his hard length rubs against your core, and only then do you notice the sticky mess. You squirm, embarrassment flooding your body. 

"You're so wet, baby, how long have your panties been soaked?" He asks, kissing from your jaw to your neck, his thick beard tickles your skin. 

You moan quietly, "I d-don't know, daddy." 

"Pfft, what do you know, ya little dummy." His voice lowers as he rocks subtly into you, his muscles flexing under his weight, "Just let me feel you, yeah? You've been grinding on me all fuckin' day."

You lazily blink up at the ceiling and don’t realize your hand is drifting between your thighs until his voice rings out, “how are you feeling?”

“Uhm—hot.” You immediately retreat and kick your legs in hopes of cooling down. “Like really hot, is that bad?”

He enters the bedroom again, clean and devilishly handsome, “Yeah, I think the drug is still active, it might get worse before it gets better. Did you have Jensen’s brownies too?” 

“Oh… only a few. Should I go,” an odd tingling sensation flutters through your body as you sit up, you feel lightheaded, “to the hospital?” 

“You could.” Ari considers, his blue eyes trailing from your crooked bunny ears to your pout, “But what if they ask what happened to you? You’ll have to tell them what he did.” 

A dreadful weight fills your chest, sinking you deeper into the plush mattress. “...but he’s my friend.”

Ari clenches his jaw, “but lying is bad. Do you want to lie to all those people who are trying to help you? Do you want him to do that to someone else? Because I can guarantee he will if you don’t tell the truth.” He chides with a deep voice, “You know he used to snap pictures up your skirt? The drunk bastard showed me everything on his phone, the entire photo album of your cunt, like you were some cheap slut.” 

Your heart shatters, cracking down the middle and bleeding on your trembling hands. The colour absorbs all light, abandoning you in nothingness and leaks onto your pretty dress, tainting you like a white dove in viscous oil. 

No, no, no. 

“Think about all of the people you’re putting in danger just because he’s your friend.” 

“He wouldn’t do that to me.” 

Ari cocks his head, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No! I just—” you heave, blinking profusely, “he’s my friend. He’s nice to me… or was. I don’t know!” 

“You should know by now that you aren’t the best at choosing friends.” Look at what they did to us. 

You sniffle, wishing to be swallowed whole. Ari was right, your judgement was severely lacking and more often than not, it led you to a road of pain and loneliness. 

Could it be that you’ve never had good intuition?

But you picked him, didn’t you? No, Ari picked you. He chose you above everyone else, time and time again. 

And you let him go. 

“I-I’m sorry, but he’s gonna hate me…” Your vision blurs as your eyes water, “I don’t—I don’t want him to hate me. Don’t want a-anyone to hate me.”

You thought Bryce was kind to you, but that was before tonight. It turns out, he was nothing but a creepy pervert. He violated you and acted like your friend. And stupidly naive little you didn’t notice a thing. 

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” Ari crosses his arms. “You wore all those fuckin’ skirts for him? You wanna be photographed like a dumb whore?”

“Wha—No!” 

“You did or you still do.” His expression hardens, a deep wrinkle settling between his dark eyebrows. “And everyone’s going to say it’s your fault too.”

You quickly shake your head, wispy no’s tumble from your mouth. That seemed like the only word you knew. 

“Did you let him drug you because you wanted him to touch you? If you did, just admit it now.”

“I didn’t…” Your bottom lip wobbles, shiny tears prickling at your waterline, “Ari, please. I only…I didn’t think.” You choke out, “I only want you. It’s always been you.”

And just like that, the switch flips. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s knelt next to you on the bed and is cupping your cheeks in his warm palms, “Hey, hey, no need for the tears. We could stay here until you calm down and can make the decision yourself.”

“Can’t.” 

Ari’s chest vibrates with his deep growl. He fights every urge to taste those tears on your pretty cheeks. “Can’t what?” 

“Can’t think—don’t wanna.” You blubber helplessly, all too overwhelmed with his accusations. “Don’t make me, please.” 

“Oh, poor bunny.” He coos, thumbing your cheekbone dusted with glitter. The sparkles are washed away by your tears and make you look even more divine. “I know. I know you can’t think for yourself. That’s why you had me, right?”

You cry harder, beautifully needy and miserable, just how he liked you to be. 

“Had me make all the choices for you, do all the thinking and all the work.” He hungrily licks his lips, watching the droplets seep into the corners of your mouth. “Because daddy always knows best. Ain’t that right, bunny?” 

“Missed you, daddy.” You manage through hiccups and weakly clamber into his lap. You nuzzle his chest, holding one of his hands to your cheek to ground yourself. 

Every part of Ari was your haven. Whenever you sought comfort, you found yourself in his presence, grasping for any piece of him you could reach and holding on with all your might. There wasn’t an instance when he didn’t provide that sweet security, especially now when your head is so muddled and lost. 

If only you knew what those very hands did an hour ago. 

“Daddy missed you too, princess.” Ari murmurs, massaging the back of your neck and feeling the tense muscles under your skin, “But you broke up with me, remember?”

“Didn’t wanna! My friends—they made me feel dumb for letting you treat me that way.” 

“And, where are they now?” 

You shrug, “Dunno, they left me a while ago.” 

It’s terribly sad that you don’t know they’re already dealt with and their miserable lives were put to an end at the hands of three masked men. They were gone before he even touched Bryce. 

All of them are burnt to a crisp, their bruised and battered bodies utterly unidentifiable. You’ll ask about them soon and he’ll play the concerned boyfriend as always, then return the next day to get rid of the remains. 

Sometimes it feels like clockwork, except this time, he had the help of two close friends. 

He wonders if you remember that stranger who kept you company when he was late for your cafe date one day. Tired and sweaty from practice, Ari waltzed in to find you in a friendly conversation with the other man. Laughing and chatting like you’ve known each other for years. 

Lucky for him, the stranger was just another drifter. No family, no home, no friends—except for you, of course. Shortlived that friendship was. 

It takes you a while to calm down but Ari never leaves your side. He rubs your back and hums softly, letting you soak his clothes with your tears. He’s painfully missed holding you like this, feeling the little trembles of your body against his and hearing each stuttering word fall from your lips. 

You used to cry to him for everything. A late assignment or a failed test—tears, or the store ran out of your favourite comfort snacks—even more tears, perhaps the most you’ve ever cried was when you thought you lost Hazel, the stuffie he gave you. 

What’s even more upsetting is when he found it in your friend’s dorm, along with the rest of his gifts to you. 

Good riddance, your friends deserve everything that came to them. He hopes they burn in hell. 

Eventually, he leaves to get some water for you. He wears his mask while passing through the still ongoing party, dodging drunk students as they screamed to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. 

He retrieves a water bottle and some snacks before heading back to the bedroom. Upon reaching the second floor, he flips up the mask and spots a tall figure clad in brown, baggy clothes and leaning against the wall. 

“How is she?”

“She’s still a bit shaken. I’m taking her back to the house later so she can sleep it off.” 

Steve nods, fixing the worn, burlap mask atop his head. “Okay, do you want me to stay for some extra help? You walked here after all.” 

“No, I’ll just call a taxi.” Ari slaps his shoulder, taking out the single key to unlock the door. He couldn’t let you get away as soon as he got you back. “You should head back home before some cheerleader rats you out to coach again.” 

Aside from the obvious, their disguises are also because the coach had annoying rules that forbid partying before a big game. It wouldn’t be the first time they were scolded after someone reported them.

Mr. Nice Guy Steve had arrived at the party earlier and kept tabs on you like any good friend. He called Ari right away when you were getting close to Bryce. Unfortunately, sweet as he was, Steve was just like you. Dumb and dim, and painstakingly benign. He failed to notice Ari was already there, and so were Curtis and Bucky. All of them masked and with dark intentions. 

It wasn’t like them to leave him out of things, but tonight it was vital he remained unaware. 

“I hope she gets better soon. Bryce is a fucking asshole for doing that.” The solemn expression on Steve’s face transforms into determination, “You know I’ll always have your back.”

“I know.” Ari smiles, and a tinge of something more lurks in his eyes. “You’re my best guy, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I think you’ll be my best man too someday.”

The blond laughs and walks towards the stairs, his brown velvet suit complements the vintage-style decor. “Someday as in a few months?”

“Less than a few if I get lucky.” 

Steve pulls the burlap mask down, concealing his features but Ari knows he’s wearing a crooked grin. “I don’t think you need luck. She needs you, I know it.” 

Ari knows it too. 

Beyond the door, you’re still sweating up a storm with your hand tucked between your legs, desperately rubbing yourself over your tights. The door opens and you hurriedly hide your wet fingers under the bed sheet, blinking up at the intruder with wide eyes. 

“You okay, bunny?”

“Y-Yes, uh, are you?” Your chest rises and falls unsteadily. 

He nods, his gaze drifting over your sweaty skin and hard nipples. “They left with some guys just now.” 

“...Without me?” 

Ari shuts and locks the door behind him. A deep frown plays on his lips, “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t have a chance to tell them about you, I just saw them drive off.”

As expected, tears well up in your eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Poor little you, your delicate soul probably couldn’t take anymore. 

He sits next to you and wraps you in his arms, “I’m so sorry. It isn’t right of them to treat you this way. Like you’re garbage on the side of the road.” 

While that was true and they were hypocrites for saying how badly Ari was treating you only to treat you even worse, that wasn’t why you were crying.

“They don’t deserve you, bunny, much less your pretty tears.” 

“N-Not crying ‘cause of that.” You whine against his neck. 

“Why then?” He asks although he already knows the answer. 

You don’t speak and shamefully open your legs, refusing to meet his eyes. The fur of your dress rides up, revealing a soaked patch of your panties through the white nylon, and the wet spot on the bedsheet. “H-Help me, please?” 

Every inhale brings your scent deep into his senses, snipping the final threads of self-control. “I don’t know, bunny. It isn’t right.”

“But I want you! I never wanted to break up, never wanted to leave you…” You sniffle, bringing his hand to your core. His long, thick fingers barely brush your tights, but having him this close is enough to send shivers down your spine. “My friends pressured me—and I still want you. Need you, daddy.” 

He groans, letting you helplessly grind against his hand. “Yeah, baby? You want me to take care of you?” That glazed look in your eyes almost brings him to his knees. “I’ll help you, but on one condition.” 

It was remarkable how you got this far while being so dim.

“Knew you’d like this. My bunny hates scary movies but gets soaked even when I’m wearing this—” In a daze, you stare at the black eyes, getting lost in the endlessness. The hand around your throat tightens, “There’s my little dummy—you get your tits touched and lose your fuckin’ mind.”

You should be scared or at least on edge with him mounted above you, broad shoulders blocking any source of light. His skin is already covered in your nail marks, from his neck to his lower stomach, just above the band of his jeans. 

He massages your breast and pinches your nipple, “Are you gonna say something or just cry like a baby?” He tilts his head, dark shadows enhancing the ghostly expression of his mask. 

You cup his monstrous bulge, tears leaking down your face. “Want you in my mouth, daddy.” 

He grips your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks until your lips pucker. “You want daddy’s cock or balls, bunny?”

“Ya kno’wha’….” 

He smirks, his hand releases your tit and his rough fingers trail down your clothed slit, “I want you to say it. I know this mouth is more than just one of my holes.” 

“Daw-dy,” You exhale shakily, “please, c-can I—ah!” You squeal when he rips a hole in the crotch of your tights, but he doesn’t go any further. His touch lingers on your inner thighs, inches away from your sticky, smeared arousal. “Will you—”

He shakes your head, making you squeak, “Spit it out, dummy.” 

You weep, your jaw is getting sore from his harsh hold but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. “Let me suck on your balls, please. Need to taste them. Need them in my mouth, on my face—everywhere, daddy.” 

He lifts the mask and hums thoughtfully as if he were pondering a philosophical question. With every slow blink, his eyes get a shade darker and darker, soon becoming a colour you’ve never seen before. A twinge of panic blooms in your stomach, and for a moment, you’re scared of him, of what he could do with you in this vulnerable position, in a full frat party where no one could hear you scream. 

But he grins, his pink lips stretched in the sweetest smile that blossoms uncertainty into mindless hope. 

Then, it’s all crushed. “No.” 

“But—”

“I said to ask. I never promised I’d let you.” The mask covers his face again, but you know he’s still beaming. “You did dump me, don’t you remember? Or is your dumb baby brain too stupid right now?”

“I remember…”

“Yeah, should make you read that fuckin’ text right now.” His fingers press against your slit, immediately seeking your little button. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe before he’s rubbing the bundle with his thumb and pinning your hips down. “But judging by your face, I think my bunny is too dumb to read.” 

“I can.” You force your eyes open, toes curling in pleasure. “I can, daddy. I-I can do it.” 

“Do you think your little head can handle reading right now?” Ari quizzes slowly. If he weren’t immensely enjoying this, he’d pity you. “Poor baby, you just wanna me proud.” He ridicules, drawing out the last word as his voice goes high. “Stupid bunny just wants praise, how adorable.” 

Someone hurt you badly, and a sick part of him wants to thank them for making you into the perfect little airhead for him. 

He adds pressure as you weakly thrust upward. His other digits join too, fucking your tightness through your soaked panties as you moan quietly. A few slaps land on your cunt, and sopping noises fill the room over the bass. You’re a disgustingly creamy mess—and the weed brownies were such a glorious overkill.

You whimper, fruitlessly trying to remove the mask. “Off, daddy. Wanna kiss you, pretty please. Missed you so bad, need—” He slaps your pussy harder, “—need you.” 

Oh, how could he deny you when you asked so nicely?

He rips the mask off and dips down, capturing your bitten lips. His tongue slides against yours as he groans heavily, “If you keep begging like that, you’re gonna regret it.” 

“Pl—Please ruin me.” You ached for him. Every part of your mind, body and soul burned for any sliver of him but at the same time, you were overwhelmed by the slightest graze of his fingertips. 

You blame the drug Bryce slipped in your drink. 

“I’ll do a lot worse, and never let you leave me again.” He murmurs into your mouth, his facial hair rubbing against your tear-stained cheeks. Then, he stands to undress you entirely. Your dress and leg warmers fall to the floor, along with your torn tights and messy panties. He fixes your bunny ears before stripping off his pants, and soon enough, he’s standing fully nude. You don’t know if it was your time apart, but he looks bigger and stronger. 

His skin stretched around his rippling muscles and coarse, dark hair mapped out all of your favourite spots. From his beefy chest and his tummy to the fat base of his throbbing length, and finally, his thick powerful thighs. 

Wait, the tiniest voice in your head pleads as he slowly rolls down the condom. With the latex snug, he leers at you and jerks his cock slowly, his fingers meeting around the girth. You watch as the angry red head immediately fills the tip with pre-cum and your core throbs, awakening a hunger inside of you. 

He kneels on the bed, “What’s wrong?” 

“No–Nothin’...” You gulp and surge forward. “Need you, daddy. So bad.” You mutter against his lips, sucking his tongue messily. Saliva is exchanged and smears down your chin, following in the trails of drool and tears. Your makeup is beyond salvation but he thinks you’ve never looked more angelic. 

Ari lies on his back and pulls you on his lap, your creamy folds enveloping his length. He rubs up and down your sides. “You know what to do, bunny.” 

You obediently nod and rock against his cock, pouting at the latex barrier. You quickly shake that thought from your head, you’ve never had unprotected sex and you won’t start now. 

You focus on rolling your hips, rubbing your swollen button against him as he slides along your soppy folds. The mushroom head pokes out every time you thrust back and his sack brushes your opening, getting covered in your arousal. 

When your cream covers him from base to tip—and his firm lower stomach too which surprised you because you’ve never gotten that messy before—you lift onto your knees and gently grab him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, still too thick for your fingers to wrap around his width. You angle yourself and his tip circles your hole, catching on it before popping back out. 

“Deep breath, bunny. Open up for me.” He coos softly, holding back from pulling you onto his cock and fucking you stupid.

You dumbly nod, biting your lip as you sink down again. The fat head breaches this time, feeding your needy hole. You slowly start bouncing, bracing yourself on his beefy chest and fucking yourself on his tip. Overstimulation prickles but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“Take more, baby, you can do it. Stretch your little pussy for me. All the way down.” His deep growl contrasts with your high-pitched gasp. “Don’t you wanna feel me in your tummy?” He’s missed that initial resistance of your tightness, the way your hole would struggle to take him as if he hadn’t fucked you with his dick and a few fingers before. 

Taking a deep breath, you sink further. A choked whimper escapes from behind your clenched teeth when he slides deeper. His protruding veins drag along your pulsating walls until his balls are flush against your ass. All air is shoved from your body, making room for his dick. 

Ari groans, losing himself in your heat, “There’s my good girl. Daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, yeah? That’s why you’re crying like a little baby?”

“T-Too big, da—ddy.” You gasp, thighs tensing at his sides. Little exhales shake your frame, that drug wasn’t holding back. 

You can’t ride him, not in this state of mind and he knows that. So, he helps you out. His fingers dig into your flesh, moving you back and forth on his cock. The bulbous tip hits your special spot insistently, and your clit grinds against his pubic bone, the dark tufts of hair sending tingles through your body. 

“Look at that fuckin’ mess. Leaking all over me, that little fuckhole must’ve missed me, huh?” His eyes bounce between your face and the stickiness covering his skin, all coming from your weepy core. “Missed me so badly you can’t even think right now. Cockdrunk little bunny.” 

You want to do more, but you don’t know what. 

It’s a good thing Ari knows, he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows that your head is all jumbled right now and nothing makes sense. He also knows that you want to feel his warmth skin-to-skin, the weight of his bare cock against your throbbing walls. 

You don’t know it, but you want it. You’ve always wanted it, and that’s why he’s broken or taken off the condom every other time you’ve had sex. This was no different, besides the hints blood still on his neck and arms, and the missing necklace from your throat. The same one that one of your stupid friends delivered to the frat house, along with a note scribbled in blue ink: ‘don’t contact her ever again.’ 

As if they ever knew what was good for you—as if they could protect you as he has. 

Seeing your collarbones rid of any sign of him, he yanks you down by the back of your head, locking you close with his hand around your throat. “Speak up, dumb bunny. You’ve got a mouth for a reason, tell daddy what you want.”

“But, uh! I-I don’t know!” You lift off of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grind against his cock. Your slick smears to his abs and down to his balls, making a whole damn mess of his lap and the sheets underneath. 

“Put me back in.” 

You shake your head, a burning sensation zips through your system, “C-Can’t—don’t know what’s happening—daddy.” If you weren’t so gone, you’d be embarrassed about the rush of slick pouring from your cunt. 

Ari huffs and easily lifts you off of him. Your body flops onto the mattress, the cool sheets soothing the heat momentarily, but the confusion is still high. 

Why was this happening?

Bryce. It was Bryce. And this could’ve been with Bryce instead. 

While you cry into the pillows, helplessly clenching your thighs, Ari slips off the condom. He crawls behind you, keeping you on your side while slipping his arm under your head and pressing his chest to your sweaty back. His nose nuzzles in the crook of your neck and he delicately lifts your leg, guiding himself to your hole and thrusting forward in one go. 

You moan loudly and convulse, “O-Oh, wait—”

“Hush, sweetie, let daddy take care of you.” 

You go slack when he presses balls deep, his heavy sack flush against your soppy hole as his length throbs within your walls. His skin tingles with desire and pride. It’s been too fucking long since he’s felt your bare skin against his.

“How does it feel? Is this better?”

“Mhm, so much better, daddy.” With a stupidly blissful smile, the heat inside you is finally bearable, you don’t know if it’s the position, or maybe you just missed him so much, but this is better than anything you could’ve dreamt of. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you need to know about, bunny.” He rocks slowly, wet noises filling the room over the muffled bass. 

He fucks you like that. Pounding you on your side, keeping you firmly against him as he tears your little cunt apart. His tip slams into your spot ruthlessly and he groans and grunts into your ear, whispering filthy things you can’t hear over the rush of blood in your head. 

You can hardly breathe with his bicep locked around your throat. Drool drips down your chin as you gasp for air that’s no longer there. Your mind goes blank and sparks dance along the inside of your eyelids, painting a photo of him—your saviour and captor. 

“Should’ve never left me, bunny. Could’ve been fucking you like this every day.” He digs his nails into your leg, messily kissing your jaw and you spasm in his hold. He growls when you tighten, milking him, “Fuck, just like that? I haven’t even touched your little button yet.” 

You missed him so much that having this intimacy again heightens all of your senses. You can feel him so closely, the dull thump of his heart, his skin brushing against yours and his breath fanning across your neck. 

You loved this man with every fiber of your being. 

The gentle ghost of his lips against your cheek shatters you. 

Your juices spurt out as your legs attempt to shut, but he forces you wide open. Fucking your cunt as you squirt, coating him in the most obscene way. You just lie there, helplessly taking whatever he has to offer, and all of your surroundings mash together, blending into one another. 

“I think that’s a new record, bunny.” His voice is muddled. He gives your sensitive pussy a slap, he should’ve done this a long time ago. 

Ari manhandles you like a doll, pulling you to the edge of the bed as his feet land on the floor. Your back collides with the bed and you’re immediately bent in half, with your legs on either side of your head and your arms sprawled over the pillows. His massive frame covers you almost completely and you want nothing more than to drag your hands all over his body, to feel him.

Your dazed eyes never leave him, but he knows you’re barely comprehending anything right now. He’d bet you’d let him fuck your ass without prep. 

He loves when you look at him like that. Like he made the sun, stars and moon, and he could never do anything to hurt you—like you’d never leave him, but you did anyway. 

Rage bubbles in his stomach and he roughly slaps your creamy cunt in quick succession, the sound echoing through the room as you weakly squirt again, this time it’s far less. Electricity burns through your veins, making you cry out and quiver, trying to escape his hard spanks. 

He gets tired of your relentless whining and wiggling and finally lowers himself, inserting his bare length into your ruined, weepy pussy. He watches your hole stretch to accommodate his girth, “Look at us.” 

You take a second too long to do what he wanted, so he forces your head up and that’s when you see it. He loves the look of surprise on your dumb face. 

“A-Ari, what are you—you can’t!” 

“Hush, bunny.” He bats away your hands, “I’m gonna come in you, and you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He lowers himself, his beefy thighs flexing from the measured, steady motion. He wants to see your reaction when he presses deeper, “And you’re gonna tell me how much you love my cum, got it?”

He rises calmly, allowing you to see your eager cunt suck him in and coat every inch of his length in your cream. You don’t know how long he does that, the seconds feel like hours as he imprints every one of his protruding veins into your inner walls. Every time he drops down, the fat head rams into your sweet spot, shoving a choked gasp from your throat. 

You can’t bring yourself to look away, even when he removes his hand. Drool seeps out of the corner of your lips as your gaze locks on his monstrous cock spearing into you at a brutally gentle pace. You shudder when his thighs tense under his hairy skin, lewdly wishing to sink your teeth into the flesh. 

He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, in an almost scary way. Just a fucking mountain of meat and muscle, an impenetrable force that could crush you like nothing. You must look comically and pitifully small and lost under him, bent in half with your face covered in spit and tears. 

The fat tip slips out with an indecent pop, he’s throbbing and hot, covered in your shared arousal. He rubs the head on your clit, dribbling pre-cum all over your sore button. 

Your next words even shock yourself. 

“Back inside—please, daddy.” You can’t do much in this position. You can only watch him leisurely trace his bulbous tip along your drippy petals, circling your hole. “Daddy—stop teasin’...”

“You want me bare, sweetie?” He asks, lazily dragging his balls over your folds. “You have to say it, or else I’m just gonna rub my balls all over your cunt and you’re gonna come like that.” He lifts easily despite being in a squatting position and stays there above you. Taunting you, making you sweat and whine. 

You stare at the string of arousal between your puffy folds and his full sack. “Daddy, I—p-please, want—”

He spits on your cunt and pinches your clit meanly, “You can do better than that. I know you’re dumb, but you know how to speak.” 

“Please fuck me—bare,” You sound utterly broken, “W-Want to feel your big cock in my little pussy, want you to pump me full. Make me your cumslut, please! Get—Get me pregnant, daddy.” 

Ari spits on your core again and lowers, penetrating you in one thrust, and pinning you down with his weight. He forces your flailing hands to hold your legs in place, keeping you wide open for his carnal gaze. The number of times he’s dreamt of having you in a mating press, one would think he was fucking obsessed. And honestly, they wouldn’t be wrong.

Your eyes roll back and you get that exquisitely stupid look on your face. He smirks, “There, was that so fuckin’ hard? Such a dumb little whore begging me to fuck you bare, you remember how you didn’t even let me finish in you with a condom on?” 

Not really, all of the times you’ve had sex, you were too fucked out to notice anything. This time was no different. 

Ari builds speed, harshly pounding down into your hole and fisting the bed sheets. “Now look at you, cockdrunk—fuckin’ ballsdrunk too I bet.” Your mouth drops open in a silent moan and all he can think about is gagging you on his sack. 

Your response is a garbled yes daddy.  

“I fucking knew it.” He drops to one knee and leans over you. His thrusts are harder at this angle and this proximity, he can see every useless thought leave your pretty head. “Little slut, you wanna be daddy’s cumdump, sweetie? You want me to fill you up and toss you aside, treat you like a stupid cumrag?”

You nod helplessly, choking out pathetic uh’s with every thrust. He’s so ruthless too, spitting on your cunt or tits, and easily overpowering your squirming body. His length forces out your juices and it leaks down your ass. 

“Begging me to knock you up, and treat this little cunt like a cumdump. I thought you were supposed to be my good bunny?”

“A-Am, daddy…”

That earns you a glob of spit on your face. “I don’t like liars. Admit it, ya little crybaby. You just want daddy’s cum in your pussy.” He admires the fat tears pouring from your eyes, “If you could see yourself now, going fuckin’ stupid for cum.” 

He’s so deep, his balls slap against your wetness as he rocks into you—stuffing you to the brim. You’ve never felt this full before. Your body begins to ache from this position, but you don’t want him to stop.

Hot streams of euphoria almost knock you unconscious, but Ari’s fingers jamming down your throat make your eyes shoot open. His chest is flushed and the red bleeds onto his face, his dark hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.

“Keep looking at me, baby. Want you to see when I breed this little pussy.” 

Automatically, you suck on his digits and taste yourself. He drops forward, completely covering you and hooking your legs over his shoulders. If possible, his dick hits deeper, and for a moment you confuse his fingers in the back of your throat for the tip of his dick. 

“Are you ever gonna leave daddy again?” He prys your mouth open, messily spitting on your tongue as you gag. “Poor girl fucked stupid already. All dumb on daddy’s dick, and crying like a fuckin’ baby. Not a single thought in that pretty head.” He pulls out your tongue and chuckles when it just hangs out, saliva smearing on the bottom half of your face, joining your pretty tears. 

You’re just a useless little bunny, crying your little heart out on his dick as if you didn’t ask for it and he isn’t doing you a damn favour—without him, you’d be a wet, pitiful mess and probably getting pumped and dumped by some shithead.

Ari would demand you thank him, but he knows you’re too cockdrunk to speak. So, he rails your tight cunt, splitting you open on his girth, claiming his rightful property. He’s determined to fuck a baby into you. 

Your senses go in overdrive when your swollen button is bullied by those same rough fingers. You cry out, trying to shove him away but he only gets meaner and pinches your bundle. You mewl and tremble beneath him, creamy and nearly shattered as he thrusts harder and deeper, hitting that rough patch with cruel precision. 

“I fucking love you, bunny.” He grunts, eyes locked on your leaking juices that only make him more ravenous. His whole cock is covered in you, and he can feel your excessive arousal dripping down his balls. “Love you so much—you’re never gonna get away again. You hear me?” He grabs your face, still torturing your clit with his other hand. “I said do you fucking hear me?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob brokenly, struggling to keep his devious glare, “I-I won’t, uh! Promise!” 

When you clench tightly, he shudders and falls on top of you, crushing you to the rocking bed. “Fuck, that’s a good bunny.” He groans deeply, licking up your salty tears. “Daddy’s good little bunny, I fuckin’ love how stupid you are.” He bites into your throat, then soothes the spot with his tongue. 

“Luh y-you too, daddy.”

One of his hands grips your shoulder and the other lands above your head, his fingers securing your bunny ears to your head. He can’t look away from your glazed-over eyes, too beautifully ruined, and teary and twinkling. “You leave me again, and I’ll do much worst next time.” 

If you weren’t all over the place, you’d wonder what he did this time.

He pulls you down to meet his thrusts, and you can offer nothing but weepy moans as your walls tighten, choking his dick, and bringing him closer to a blissful end. Your legs flail, the band in your tummy so close to snapping with every brutal pound of his hips. 

“You wanna know something, dumb bunny?” He leans down, spitting on your cheek before smearing it into your skin. The single action has you spiralling. “This isn’t the first time I’ve filled you up.”

You can’t process his confession since your body loses control. Your juices squirt out forcefully and your walls contract, almost trying to push him out but he doesn’t falter and pumps harshly. Your sharp squeal wrecks your throat as you coat him in your orgasm, soaking his cock and balls, all the way down his thick thighs. 

Ari presses your legs into the mattress, lowering his weight onto your convulsing frame. “F-Fuck, that’s it. Milk me, ya little dummy, make a stupid mess all over me. Show me how much you love me.” He hisses, his muscles tensing under his flushed skin. His cock pulses as his balls tighten, then finally, he teeters over. “Oh shit, fucking take my cum. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed this little pussy—” His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls. Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around his girth.

You fade in and out of consciousness, eventually landing in an in-between. The numbness swallows you up from your limbs, slowly but surely reaching your quaking chest. You don’t know if you’re just breathing unevenly or full-on sobbing, but the wet feeling on your face suggests the latter. 

Ari pants heavily, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. He cradles your hot, sticky cheek and slips his thumb into your mouth. In this floaty headspace, you suckle on him lightly, feeling immediately grounded. “It’s okay, sweet bunny, go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

A brightness pulls you from that special place of dreams, and your surroundings trickle into your air-filled head.

First, you smell him. That familiar musk floods your nose in the best way, calming you like a lullaby. You could’ve fallen asleep again, but a faint conversation sparks your curiosity, so you flip over, still hugging a pillow and slowly open your eyes. 

At the doorway, two men peer in with their arms crossed. 

You wave sleepily, “G’morning guys…”

“Morning, bunny. You have a good sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I—” you yawn, “—love Ari’s bed. It’s so big and warm… nothing like mine.” 

“That’s a good thing since you’ll be staying here a while.” Curtis gestures to the side of the room currently occupied by a few of your bags and some stuffies. “Ari had us pick up some stuff from your dorm.”

Your heart swells, you missed this so dearly. 

You missed hanging out at their frat house every day, listening to them joke around and say the most vulgar things. Most of all, you missed having zero worries. Ari made everything as easy as possible for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, regardless of what your controlling friends thought. A part of you only wishes you realized that sooner. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly, “Did you two go to the party last night?”

Curtis waves dismissively, “Nah, we stayed in. You know coach and his dumb rules.” 

You pout. “Yeah… Wish you could’ve came though, it was fun.” You try to recall the previous night, but only get glimpses of strobe lights, cute spooky goodies and getting fucked stupid. Your cheeks heat up, “Uhm… from what I remember anyway.” 

“It’s alright, we had our own fun. Right, Buck?”

The brunet nods, almost too enthusiastically. “Most definitely. I look forward to having that much fun again.” 

“I wanna have fun too!” You lazily blink at them, not even noticing your breast peeking out from under the covers. “Can I join next time?”

Bucky chuckles deeply, “I think you’d have to ask your daddy that question, bunny. We have big boy fun, nothing that your little head could handle.” 

You give them your best pout and even clasp your hands under your chin. 

“Nice try, sweetie, but we aren’t big softies like your boyfriend.” Curtis snorts playfully, “speaking of, he made you breakfast.”

On the surface of the bedside table is a full platter of pancakes, fruit and juice. You squirm all giddily, “Ah yay! He is a big softie, right? Just a jumble of all the nicest, sweetest, kindest things!” 

How ironic of you to say that as Ari walks up the stairs, freshly showered with his hair still dripping on his shoulders. “You two are still here?” He asks. 

“We’re just checking up on the little bunny. Making sure she’s not going anywhere.” 

Ari quirks a brow, “As if she could walk after last night.” 

The two of them know all too much about that. After all, Ari had them help clean the bedroom and bring you back home. You were knocked out cold the entire time and snoring. None the wiser to the men stripping the bedroom of all traces of anyone’s presence. 

When they arrived at the frat house, you were clad in Ari’s shirt, bunny ears, and covered in cum, spit and tears. 

They thought you’ve never looked better. 

Bucky tuts, “you know, went through a lot of trouble for that little dummy in your bed. Isn’t just perfect how she doesn’t remember a damn thing?” 

The two other men hum in agreement, studying your sleepy face as you blindly eat the pancakes, humming, swaying and never once opening your eyes. 

“I’d do it again. Wouldn’t you?” Curtis asks. 

Bucky is silent for a few moments, only staring at Ari with that sinister smirk on his lips. “In a heartbeat.” 

“You sound awfully eager…” 

“What can I say? I had fun—and your little bunny wants to join next time too.”

“Absolutely not— ” Ari is cut off by the front door downstairs slamming open. 

Steve’s voice rings out, “I hope everyone’s awake! I just ransacked the farmers market and am in a baking mood, so music will be blasting all day!” 

The three men sigh softly at the obnoxious pop song ratting the house. They glance between the stairs and you, who was still eating your breakfast—except now there were pieces of fruit and syrup on your face, and you’ve reclined on the bed, undoubtedly making a damn mess on Ari’s clean sheets. 

“We’re just surrounded by idiots, huh?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: once again, thank you very much for being patient with me !! i often find myself adding and moving parts while editing, so for me, editing can take a long while and sometimes a whole day. i don't write much of anything 'sneaky dark' if you get what i mean, so i hope you all enjoyed dark ghostface ex bf!ari !! he was fun to write !! I also wrote most of this fic while listening to brown noise, it helped me focus a lot.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! here are the rest of my upcoming kinktober fics: ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! &lt;3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist, mostly there is Chris Evans Characters listed here, but I have a bit of others as well. Please feel free to send Asks about any series or one shots that come to mind. I do requests, but they are sporadically done and I might pass on some should I not really have any ideas for a story. This list does include NSFW 18+ content. Fics should have approptiate warnings on them, if not, please let me know. Happy Reading. 

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All I Really Want

Kinktober 2022: Cock Warming 

Kyle (The Perfect Score) X Reader

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“Kyle?” You leaned in the doorway to his home office, and watched as he was studying something on his laptop screen. “Baby, how long you gonna be?”

He didn’t reply, still sucked into whatever he was reading.

“Babe….”

Still nothing.

“Kyle!” You laughed as you slipped further into his office.

“Huh, what?” He looked up, and then gave a little chuckle as he eyed you. He loved seeing you in his clothes, and the football jersey you had on was one of his favorites. The way it skimmed over your breasts, finishing halfway down your smooth thighs…

“Kyle!” You snorted again, and his eyes flicked back to your face.

“Sorry, lots of distractions.” He now grinned, cheekily.

“You’ve been locked in here all day. I haven’t seen you since lunch.” You leaned on his desk.

“I’m sorry, I just gotta get through this really for tomorrow. Boss is riding my ass.”

“Well,” you bent forward, your hands on the arm rests of his chair. “How can I help?”

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Can we get something where the reader keeps threatening stepdad Andy that she’s going to leave and never come back and one day she actually does and he has to go find her but because she’s so upset he’s nice to her instead of mad and cheers her up? Is it okay if you make it not dark Andy and add some mommy issues because my moms being a dick since I came home for the summer and I’d appreciate it. Thanks <3

A/N: Hey nonnie! Thank you for the request. I’m sorry about your mom, I hope things are better now. I’m sorry I’m a bit late to this but I’m sending you love, hugs and loads of soft! Stepdad Andy.

Empty Threats

Summary: After a terrible fight with your mother you do what you’d been threatening for months, taking Andy by surprise and giving him a peep into a world where you slipped away.

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Warnings: Stepdad/ stepdaughter relationship, toxic mother daughter relationship, age gap, reader is of age, explicit language. Minors DNI. All hurt comfort and fluff apart from that

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When Andy came home from a long day at work he’d usually be greeted by your pretty face, nose buried in your textbook as you attempted to finish your work for uni. Everyday he’d long to see those twinkling eyes leave the words on the page and look up at him, sparkly and wide, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt the way he did by just looking at someone.

It had been a year since Andy married your mother, and 3 since you first met him as you had finished the first year of your undergraduate education, 2 since you’d first found yourself in his bed when your mom was away.

Andy was well aware of your mother and your rather toxic and harmful relationship. That twinkle in your eyes disappearing every time someone even mentioned her name. He hated it, and truth be told he didn’t care for her either, but you, he cared about more than himself sometimes, the dynamic of your relationship didn’t allow him to stick up for you the way he’d like, and he hated it. Still the both of you knew the only way you could be together was for her to be in between. It killed you but you managed to deal with it.

It would still break his heart when you’d cry over those arguments, and he’d gradually see you get more and more upset and frustrated. You’d threaten to leave and never come back. Go to uni fall semester and not return for the winter, and it was his worst nightmare. He never thought you’d actually act on those threats. He never expected you to ever be that fed up. He saw them as empty threats.

Until that day.

Andy caught his breath, hands on his knees as he wiped the sweat from his brow. His morning run had been as good as ever, especially because he knew his wife was leaving for a few days and he’d get you to himself, even if it was just for a moment.

He made his way into your suburban home, breath still heavy, and found your mother gathering the last of her stuff, ready to leave him the hell alone.

He could barely conceal his excitement as he helped her with her bags and coat, casually asking why she seemed upset right before she left for a beach vacation with her girl friends.

It was then that he learned that the morning hadn’t started so well. After your mother got her stuff organised she barged into your room as you lay asleep and picked up a usual fight.

She told Andy that you were over reacting and had used a lot of colourful langage when speaking to her and had said you were going to your friends place. She said she was glad to get away. Immediately Andy’s heart stopped. He tried to calm down and act with reason but the nagging in the back of his head told him this argument had been worse than usual.

He waved your mother goodbye and carried on with his routine. He told himself you’d be back in no time, leaping into his arms excitedly as you rejoiced your mother’s departure, it would happen before he knew it.

“Before he knew it” seemed longer than it should have been, Andy’s day at work had consisted of checking his phone every two minutes to see if you had called or texted him, his lunch break wasted as he stared at his phone. He figured you’d turned yours off to avoid your mother, but your words from before rang in his head like sirens.

To say he was worried when he returned to an empty house was an understatement. He ran around like a manic, running to your room to find your phone on your bed, buzzing with his texts and calls from earlier, all your belongings exactly where they were the night before.

His heart dropped. He looked outside and the sun was setting, he hadn’t heard from you all day and he had no idea where the fuck your were. Now he was panicking.

Still clad in his suit from work he dashed out the door, knocking on every neighbours door to ask if they had seen you, but to no avail. He even went over to your friends places, speed walking around Newton, determined to find you.

By the time he knocked on your best friends door and was turned away it was 2 in the morning. His heart pounded in his chest as his brain came up with every horrible scenario it could. You were a beautiful young girl, waking around Newton without your phone or a clue where the fuck your were going, hell he wasn’t sure you were still even there. You could be anywhere. You didn’t have your sweater, you were probably cold, and hungry. What if you thought he didn’t come to look for you? His head spun, with his job he didn’t know many cases like this that ended well.

Uncharacteristic tears welled in his eyes as he defeatedly walked the streets of the opposite side of town, in the rush of trying to find you he didn’t bring his phone, now he had to walk all the way to the police station. He should have listened to you.

He let his thoughts consume him, trying to wrack his brain and think of anywhere you might be, suddenly it struck him. He kicked himself for not thinking of this before.

He composed himself and ran to the nearest CVS, grabbing 2 beers he quickly pulled out his wallet, that he thankfully didn’t leave at home and rushed to the forest beside the park near your home. The place where the two of you had your frequent rendezvous.

The crunching of leaves in your silent environment alerted you. Your heart raced, you didn’t know what was out there at 2:30am, and you had no intention of finding out. Your tears hadn’t stopped and your loud sobs would have made it quite easy for someone to find you. You wanted to go back home to Andy, let him hold you to make everything better, but it was 2am, and if he really cared he would have found you by now.

“Thank God” Andy breathed from behind you, his voice pained and relieved at the same time.

Your head snapped in his direction. You didn’t think a moment before running towards him and crashing into his chest, and he didn’t think a moment before wrapping you up in his arms, his embrace nearly crushing you. He wanted to give you a piece of his mind, tell you how worried he was, how much you scared him, but with the way you were falling apart in his arms, scared and fragile he decided against it.

“Shh honey, it’s okay, Shh.” He tried to sooth your sobs and cries, his heart broke.

He placed a million kisses on the crown of your head, rubbing your back and smoothing his hand over your head.

“You’re okay sugar, I’m here now, it’s going to be okay.”

He held you till you finally calmed down a little, you were still crying, but at least you were breathing okay. He swayed lightly, holding your head to his chest, cradling it.

He reluctantly pulled away, sighing as you let out a whine, and took your hand and the two beers and led you to the rocks you were sitting on before. He sat down and took of his blazer, letting you slip into it, knowing draping it over your shoulders wouldn’t do much to keep you warm, he also loved seeing you in his clothes but that was a discussion for another day.

You crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his chest.

“I’m sorry Andy, I shouldn’t have left, I just- she’s so mean.”

“I know babygirl, I know...” he kissed your cheeks, his index tilting your chin to get you to face him.

“You scared the shit out of me babydoll, I don’t know how I’d live with myself if something ever happened-” he cut himself off, shaking his head to rid it of his unwanted thoughts. “You’re never leaving again sugar plum, Never ever. If she’s pissing you off you come to me. Okay?”

“Please, just don’t leave me.”

You nodded, leaning up to press your lips to his. The kiss was urgent but gentle, and it reminded you of exactly what you would have missed if you truly decided to run away.

You stayed in Andy’s lap as the two of you downed your beers, stealing kisses along the way.

By the time you were done it was almost sunrise. You laced your fingers with his as the two of you headed back home, ready to get some much needed rest, and hopefully once Andy was done with you you’d never want to leave again.

Some fluffy, hurt comfort for Thursday! I’ve been getting quite a few stepdad! Andy requests lol and I think I might take a break from stepdad Andy for a while, where fics are concerned, because as much as I love him I don’t want this blog to become a stepdad Andy blog 💀. Il still be answering the HC requests I got tho!

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