#biker!ari

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: 

Biker!Ari catching you riding the arm of his couch; and Christ he wants to be a good person, wants to leave you alone and not drag you further into the messes their MC always seems to find but you’re not making it easy and he’s only human and you’re panting so sweetly and he can see where the cloth has darkened under your ministrations and- 

“Stand up.” 

You hadn’t heard him enter, had, in fact, been under the impression he would be out of town for the entire weekend. It was why, despite feeling deep licks of shame, you’d allowed yourself to get to this point- desperately humping his furniture like a bitch in heat. But it had been hell, being in his space, surrounded by his scent, all day spent with your nerve endings on fire and panties damp. Until meeting Ari you’d never struggled with the debilitating need to be filled but now it’s all your body seemed to crave, desperate to be fucked, empty space throbbing inside of you as a constant reminder of your frustration, of your need for what you knew only he could give. Nothing had worked to allieve that pain and so in a last act of desperation you’d ripped off your panties and straddled the arm of the couch, dragging your aching clit across it in hard hurried passes but now- 

Now he was here, you were caught, and his words, though softly spoken, left no room for argument. On shaking legs you stood, ignoring the mess of arousal hidden just below the hemline of your skirt; “C’mon.” The soft, dark timbre of his voice had you involuntarily clenching, despite the panic now welling inside as you followed him into his dimly lit garage. 

Nothing else was said as you watched him cautiously, waiting for his disgust, waiting for him to send you away despite the order to protect you, waiting for him to call Steve and let him know his girls best friend was a freak, waiting- 

In your creeping panic you’d missed him moving to start his bike, but the growl of the engine was hard to ignore and worked in startling you out of your thoughts. He was standing just in front of it, gripping the handlebars tightly as he leaned forward slightly over them; “Get on.” This command was followed by a jerk of his head, motioning for you to climb onto the bike. Cautiously you did so, trying to maneuver onto the black leather seat without flashing him your bare sex. He towered over you in this position, his massive form crowding your space as he bent further down to nudge his nose at the skin just behind your ear as you finally allowed your weight to drop and- 

Christ. 

Fuck.

Holy shit. 

You couldn’t have stopped yourself even if you wanted to, the engine's vibrations forcing your hips to involuntarily slide against the worn leather of his seat, drenching it in sticky strings of arousal as you chased a rapidly approaching high, your clit alight with the new sensation. Ari’s lips moved over your ear, licking and nipping at the exposed skin as you clenched around nothing and fucked yourself closer to oblivion. One of Ari’s hands found the swell of your hip, pulling you up to hover over the seat despite your wines, weak knees shaking, as the other stretched you around two thick fingers at once, curling them in and out, scissoring to stretch you in promise of something much larger. 

The pleasure was there, so close, so close, until- 

“From now on the only thing you rub that sweet cunt against is me,” Ari yanked his fingers from you with little ceremony as both large hands moved to press down on your shoulders synchronously, firmly pressing you back against the vibrating bike, clit alighting with painful pleasure as  your orgasm finally tore through you, “or her.”

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I've got an angsty little prompt for you:

22. “Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?”

With Ari

Because I know he would give a nice bear hug to forget all your worries after 😌

oh I love some good angst! Thank you for sending in an ask

Your bodyguard - Biker!Ari Levinson x Reader

A/N: I should really make a masterlist for Biker Ari now but I can't think of a name! But they're all in my main masterlist so check them out there!

Summary: Ari helps you open up after coming across someone from your past

Word Count: ? your guess is as good as mine! but its short!

Warnings: Angst! Mention of past abusive relationship! Mention of Emotional and Psychological Abuse! Happy Ending! Barely Edited!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Ari wasn’t sure what drove him to drive out to your small town so early in the day. Maybe it was the good weather that just made him want to get on his bike and ride. Or maybe it was the universe making sure he arrived at your bar at the right time.

Because when he pulled up into the empty parking lot he instantly spotted you talking to another man outside. Ari kicked the kickrest down as he looked over, noticing how your shoulders were slightly hunched and your arms crossed protectively over your body as you spoke to the stranger. The stranger on the other hand was talking animatedly, clearly interrupting and talking over you.

As Ari climbed off his bike the stranger looked over his shoulder at him. The man looked between you and Ari a couple times before turning his attention back to you, hissing something as he pointed at your harshly before turning to walk to his car. 

Ari saw you let out a shaky breath looking down at the floor before turning and walking towards the bar. He wanted to follow after you but first he waited for the stranger to leave, sending him a hard glare as he drove past.

Once he was satisfied that the stranger was gone he made his way inside the bar finding you wiping down the tables and putting out beermats ready for when the bar opened.

“Was that guy bothering you?” Ari asked walking over to you.

“No, I’m fine” you mutter not looking up from the task in hand.

“Who was he?” He questioned.

“My ex” you state as you turn and walk away to a different table.

“What did he want?” Ari asks as he moves to follow you.

“Nothing important” you say shaking your head, still refusing to look at him. 

“Sweetheart you’re clearly shaken up so it wasn’t nothing” Ari presses.

“Ari-“ you start your eyes screwing shut, fists clenching as you bit your lower lip to stop it from wobbling.

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Ari says softly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder.

You open your eyes, first glancing at his hand on your shoulder before looking up at him. Your eyes meeting his for a second before dipping.

“I want to…” you admit quietly “but it’s just… i find it….” You mutter shaking your head as you struggle to find the words.

“Would you feel more comfortable talking about it if I turned around?” Ari offers gently. You look back up at him and give him the smallest of nods “okay” he says softly before turning around so his back was to you.

It was silent for a few moments before he heard you take a deep and shaky breath. You then told the story about your ex, about how he started off sweet and caring but slowly became unrecognisable. Ari listened you recount the many ways he emotionally and psychologically abused you, how he tore you down into a shell of a person. You told him that you hated how long it took you to realise it because it made it that much harder to leave.

When you were done Ari waited a couple of moments before turning back around. Mostly because he needed to get his anger under control. He was seconds away from storming out of the bar and hunting down your ex. But when he did turn around and saw you now stood with your back to him, shoulder hunched as you hugged yourself. 

Instantly all of his anger melted away and he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you in a massive bear hug “I’m so sorry you had to go through that” he said softly “and I’m so proud of you for getting out” he added pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you chocked out a sob “hey its okay, its okay I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again” he promises.

You turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his chest “Thank you Ari” you whispered.

“It’s nothing,” he says softly, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. Swearing to himself that if he ever saw your ex, he would show him what a real man looked like.

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[misscherry-26]

omg from your WIP --

bellamy blake <3

im so happy you love him too. dropping in a request, was wondering if you would have a lil drabble or shot story of maybe Biker!Bellamy AU? 👀 (echoing my Biker!Ari series too, I could totally see Bellamy apart of the crew)!

Ahh hi! I'm glad to know that you like Bellamy too!!!

Well, I have four (five with your request, which by the way, I will write it down so thanks 💖) in the works and I love the ideas ya'll sent me.

I'm currently editing the first one I finished and I realized—while reading other fics—that I had a lot of mixed concepts (my timeline of the series is a mess 😂 a lot of time has passed since I last watched it) so now I'm focusing on that. I don't expect it to be exact, but there are small details that I need to correct.

🫣 I won't say what is it about yet but here's a sneak peek...

You whirl around, stepping closer, your chest brushing against his, both too angry to care. “Then why are you here?” you fire back, your voice louder than you intended. “Why do you always have to control everything? Who made you the boss of me?”

His hand, still on your back, clenches into a fist, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away. “Maybe because I’m trying to keep you alive!” he spits out, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek. “You’re always doing this—taking risks, getting in my way. Do you have a death wish?”

Your heart pounds in your chest, anger flaring into something more intense. “No, but maybe you do,” you whisper fiercely. “Coming out here, risking your life for someone you supposedly can’t stand. What is it, Bellamy? Why do you even care?”

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Now, Biker!Bellamy AU... Oh my goodness I'm getting some ideas already. Though Ari and Bell in the same universe!!? Are you trying to kill me? Hahaha, kidding I love it, he would fit perfectly 👀

[steviebbboi]

Old Bonds, New Beginnings

Pairing: Biker!Ari x F!Reader

Part 1/2

Word Count: 8.4k~ (i think i have ruined myself)

Summary: You and Ari grew up together as childhood best friends to now reluctant strangers. Let adrift by leading the "Red Sea Roaders MC," and with you taking over your father's floral shop, the two of you are polar opposites. What happens when Ari takes a risk in rekindling a connection with you?

Disclaimer: This is from the results of this poll~ i'm hoping that biker!Ari is as satisfying to read as it was to write him. This is a two-parter though so peep what is to come too! We don't see too much biker interaction in part 1 but don't worry, we will 😏 also, this work is unbeta'd so any mistakes you see are totally my bad!

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; semi-mentions of assumed violence, mentions of illegal activity, mentions of underage/teenage 'first times' (with reader being in freshmen yr into sophmore yr, while ari was junior yr into senior yr of highschool), explicit language, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, size kink, mild angst and grief from both reader and Ari, nostalgia, fluff, SQUIRTING galore, Ari is worshipping Reader (as he should), slight/mild dumbification, overstimulation, reader is thIQUE, Sharon is mentioned but not featured, highkey mutual pining and love, *smut is after the floral cut!

*if i have left anything out, please feel free to lmk!

It means so much to me for my work to get out there in reaching other folx who may also really enjoy Biker!Ari and Reader. If you could kindly reblog my work as you enjoy reading it, I would be immensely grateful. Every reblog also serves as such a motivator to help me continue writing~ thank you so very much for interacting with me and hoping to connect soon <3

Gathering twine, you wrap the delicate stems together mindfully as you feel a smile grow upon your face. The bouquet held together a mix of peonies and geraniums – two underrated flowers, in your opinion.

Involuntarily, you start humming that tune that you heard earlier that day as you continued to strategically put together delicate arrangements. So caught up in the song, you didn’t hear the store bell ring as you went into the backroom for more twine. 

“Hell-ooo? Can I get some help here?” A voice complained from the front. You quickly placed the flowers down and walked through the doorway to see a man looking at his watch impatiently as he waited for you to reach the front desk. You saw his face change into something akin to surprise as you noticed his impatience shift into a semblance of a smirk as he scrutinized you.

“Ugh, here we go.” You thought to yourself as you internally rolled your eyes at the man. He was quite handsome, but not really your type. His hair sported a nice quaff to it and a thin layer of hair covering his face. He was donning a bold, red suit and a nice pair of Ferragamos oxfords. Undoubtedly, a man with money. What he was doing in a flower shop downtown– you speculated that he was definitely picking up for his wife, or girlfriend. 

“Or both,” You thought with a small smirk as you greeted him. 

The man proceeded to put on his charm as he grinned at you. “Hey sweetheart, I was wondering if you could help me figure out the best flowers to pick out for my girlfriend?” 

“Which one?” You asked him. He blinked and responded dumbly, “W-which one?” 

You blinked back at him innocently, “Yes…as in, which kind of flowers were you thinking of?” 

The man paused and closed his eyes in embarrassment. “Ah, right.” As he gathered himself, you couldn’t help but purse your lips to continue covering your knowing smirk as your previous theory just got confirmed. Works every time. 

You straightened up as he continued, “I was thinking maybe roses? That’s classic ‘romance’ that you can’t really go wrong with, right?” 

Responding with a resounding hum and tilt to your head, “Roses are a classic. You could always put together a few different kinds, depending on the occasion. Is there something specific that you’re trying to convey?” You lead him towards the back of the store towards some pre-wrapped rose bouquets sitting waiting to be picked.

“I showed up late to a date so I figured I’d do something nice to make up for it, y’know. Make her happy, I guess.” The man said nonchalantly as he placed his hands in pockets uncaringly.

You’re turned away from him, thankfully, as your eyes really did roll this time. “You would probably make her happy if you were on time instead.” You thought sardonically. You see men like this everyday, coming into your store and having so many assumptions on how to make up for careless mistakes that never get rectified. Most men tended to think that flowers would be enough, and your heart went out to every single one of their partners and wished them better.

“Sure, hm, maybe these?” You turned with the bouquet in hand and noticed that he stood way too close to you, and from the look on his face, he knew it too. 

You felt your hackles rise as you uncomfortably cleared your throat and used the bouquet as a divider between the two of you to create some space. You held it out to him and backed up a few feet, “What are your thoughts?” 

Unfortunately, it’s these same men who also take one look at you and decide that you’re worthy prey enough to make you girlfriend #5. 

The man simply smirked at the distance that you created and said, “Looks great. Let’s do it.” 

You muttered out a relieved “great” and started to walk towards the front of the store again to ring him up, eager to get this sale over with so that he could leave. Unbeknownst to you, the man was staring at your ass as you walked away and muttered out a quiet, “damn.”

You turned to stand behind the counter and proceeded to wrap up the bouquet into a protective layer of transparent plastic when he said, “So, what’s a pretty thing like you working in a shop like this?” 

Not even bothering to hide your dismayed reaction, you let out a sigh and responded, “Well, like most ‘pretty things’ do, I decided to own my own shop, just like this.” You ended your reply with a sardonic laugh. The mocking tone in your voice was unmistakable as you slid the finished product across the desk for him to take. 

“That’ll be an even $85, sir.” You looked at him blankly as his eyes narrowed in annoyance, both from your sarcasm and when hearing the price.

“$85 for this heap of crap that’ll die in a few days?!” He exclaimed disbelievingly. 

You wanted to respond with, “It’s not like you can’t afford it, asshole,” but your head won out and spoke for you, “They’re in season– but considering that they were already prepared for you, this is a pretty considerate price, sir.” 

The man just let out a huff and was about to argue with you more until his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the name, rolling his eyes. Given how he proceeded to neglect your current conversation and went to text harshly instead, you predicted that it was either work or the aforementioned girlfriend. Which number, well, given the excessive frown that was adorning his face, you’d guess #1.

The man shoved his phone back into his pocket forcefully and pulled out his wallet from the other. “‘Considerate’, my ass.” You heard him whisper to himself before saying loudly, “You’re lucky that I respect the nature of good business, sweetheart.” You nodded your head mindlessly as you swiped his card with a smirk. You’re guessing that it was girlfriend #1, for sure.

“Suuuure, pleasure doing business then, sir.” You tell him with an overgrown smile on your face and wave. 

He rolled his eyes at you and left with flowers in tow as he rushed out. Looks like he was going to be late again. Now that you were alone, you let out a shameless, hearty laugh at your own quips as you started towards the back area again to continue your original task. Right before you turned though, you heard the roves of familiar engines revving outside. Leaning forward and resting your elbows on the counter, you stared at the incoming troves of motorcycles as they slowed into a stop for the bar across the street. 

Resting your face in your hands, your eyes caught sight of one bike in particular, or rather, the owner of said bike. 

Ari Levinson, your childhood best friend. Certifiably scary to public onlookers on the outer circle, but huge fluff ball on the inside and to all those that actually knew him. You grew up together, given that both of your father’s were friends and next door neighbors. You remember fondly of a time when you and Ari were chasing each other with water hoses in your front lawn, so young and lively. He was a few years older than you but that didn’t stop you both from playing together from sunrise till sundown.

Your smile waned as you were brought back to reality. Nowadays, you rarely have the chance to catch up with the guy, much less chase each other with water hoses. The reality was that the happy go-lucky kids that grew up together, grew apart. Ari took over the club once his dad died, and you were just sort of…forgotten about. You distinctly remember getting rejected over and over again. 

“I can’t see you right now, bun.” or “I’m really busy, we’ll catch up later.” 

There were just too many deflections and excuses, so many where you just stopped trying to reach out. You moved away for college and came back to help take care of your dad’s floral shop now that he’s retired. Ever since you moved back a few weeks ago, Ari always smiled at you fondly and you always smiled back but that was the end of any interactions that you’ve had. It felt like that part of your life ended when Ari took the club 10 years ago. You have no idea what Ari is really like now either. Perhaps, you’ve become a part of the outside circle looking in.

Of course, it didn’t stop your crush on him. How could you not have feelings for him? Standing at 6,’’ burly and massive build, full beard and lush hair that curled at the nape of his neck and shagged around his ears, whilst donning a classic leather jacket with silver adornments and all. He was gorgeous, was all man, and so deliciously off-limits. 

For a variety of reasons, one of those being Sharon. Ari’s on/off girlfriend since high school where you all met– classic mean girl bullshit, in your opinion. Not only was it the club keeping you two separated, but also Sharon’s decisively demanding and obsessed nature with keeping your hang-outs limited and separate. 

As far as you know, they were ‘off’ and have been for a long time. But it doesn’t stop the glares that you receive from her to this day. You laugh about it now, but you do remember all those ‘private chats’ that Sharon pulled you aside for to warn you in ‘backing off’ from stealing Ari’s time. Luckily for her, you and Ari were starting to become on the outs at that time anyway. It was annoying to deal with, but it served as more reinforcement for you to continue forward with your life without him, detached and ready to move on and to be fair, you did.

You graduated college, took on a stable job, and built a community before moving back home. You were fortunate enough to still have some of that now that you’re back too. As for your own romantic life, there have been some hitters. A few who have stayed for some time, either resulting in more heartbreak or a complacent parting.

But never did any of those partners linger and stay with you like how Ari has since you were five years old. You barely knew each other now, there was an animosity there that felt so unresolved but neither of you ever talked about the past, nor drifting apart. Despite this, he still hasn’t really strayed from your heart, not really.

Brought back to the present, you watched as Ari climbed off of his bike, and playfully pushed another biker around before they all started entering the bar. Right before he entered, Ari looked behind his shoulder and you started a bit because he was looking back at you. And you just got caught staring at him first. 

You flushed and looked away a bit until you realized that playing it off would probably be even more embarrassing than it would to confront it. You met his stare through the window and caught a smirk on his face as he waved at you. You let out a small laugh and waved back sheepishly. At your response, Ari gave you a gentle smile before tilting his head towards the bar, as if he was inviting you to go over. 

You blinked in surprise and instinctively, you gave a regretful shake of your head before waving over at the register to indicate that you were still working. Ari looked disappointed but nodded anyway before giving you one last wave. You responded in kind and he headed inside. 

At his departure, the only thing that you were gazing over at were these motorcycles lined up in similar fashion. The main thing that has held you back from even approaching Ari again was glaring right back at you. As you turned to the back once more, you mindlessly continued to put together bouquets as you got lost in your thoughts once more. 

You were both adults now, you could go over and say hi. Hell, maybe even spark a conversation about the past for nostalgia’s sake. But it didn’t change the fact that Ari ran a biker’s club that called themselves a ‘club’, but also did very not so legal things. 

Rumors started when other biker clubs started coming down from nearby towns or cities. A variety of men and women adorning different cuts and entering the bar across the street wearing stormy expressions. Increased police force around town hasn’t escaped people’s nosy gazes either. It was known that there was obviously something more to the group but nobody questioned it because, well, there really wasn’t any reason to do so.

Beyond a few bad apples here and there, the members of the club were relatively respectful of everyone residing in the neighborhood. Most members themselves were from home, and were known to help out here and there, whether it be through making public donations to charity fundraisers or helping a person put their groceries away. 

No doubt, knowing Ari since you were a kid, you suspect that most of the peace has been kept because of him. In retrospect, you weren’t surprised that Ari started pulling away when he did. You both knew what taking over the club would mean for him, and you remember the constant conversations, some tear-filled, of Ari experiencing the pressures of taking the mantle from his father. 

You tried your best to comfort him, given what little you did know about the club, but you knew that Ari didn’t really have a choice. While you didn’t remember much about the club when his father was running it, you did remember the strain it had on his relationship with Ari. They weren’t particularly close but they loved each other, in their own way. Being a witness to it helped you become a support system for Ari (and in alot of ways, Sharon too). 

While it hurt to be discarded by him the way that he had, the years have taught you resiliency and forgiveness that people are responsible for their lives and what they make of it. You couldn’t fault Ari for trying to do the best with his life as well. 

You kept these thoughts close to you as you closed the store for the day. You were pulling down the gated shutters of the store to lock it up when you heard him. 

“Finally closing down for the day, bun?” Turning around quickly to face the deep, baritone voice that has haunted you since you were younger, you see Ari smiling at you with upturned lips and his hands in his jacket pockets. 

You gulp down a swallow of surprise at the fact that the boy that you have had lifelong feelings for was now a man, who was actually looking and talking to you. You haven’t heard that nickname spoken from him in a long time, and blinked once or twice before responding, “Ari, hi, yeah, I’m about to head out.” 

Hearing your own voice, so breathy and soft, made you flush once more. Ari only held his grin at the sight and said, “Would you wanna come get a drink with me and the guys before you head out?” 

Instinctively, you shook your head once again at the offer and gave him a reluctant smile. “It’s getting a little dark and I was planning on walking home.” 

On hearing that, Ari frowned, “What do you mean, don’t you usually drive into work?” 

You frowned at his questioning tone and replied, “I do, but I had to leave the car at Tony’s shop since last week. They’re still waiting for the parts to come in before they could fix it.”

Ari was still frowning as he listened to you, “Bunny, that’s at least a 20 minute walk. It can get dangerous around here this late.” 

“Ari, it’s fine. I’m a big girl now, y’know.” You said defensively. You had no idea where he got off scolding you. It’s not like he was around for you to tell him anyways. 

Ari sighed and gave you this look as if he were supposed to be told. “I know that, bunny. Trust me, I know.” You frowned again, slight suspicion flooding you at his tone. Especially at the latter half of his response, what is that supposed to mean?

Ari placed his hands on his hips before sighing out, “Okay, come get a drink with me and I’ll take you home.” 

Your eyes widened at his offer as he sounded so resolute. “W-what, no–Ari, I’m fine. If I get going now, I’ll make it home before the sun completely sets.”

He returned your defense with his own, “Yeah, well, just because it’s not dark out, doesn’t mean that something won’t happen.” 

You released a disbelieving scoff, “Dude, what do you mean-- what could possibly happen?” 

Ari stammered out, “I mean, I dunno– bears, wolves! One of ‘em could just come out as you’re walkin’ on the road and then what?” He held out his hands as if it explained everything.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape and your brows furrowed at listening to his excuse. You stood there in silence and before you could stuff it down, a smile started to creep upon your face and you let a short laugh that fully erupted into a full giggle. Watching your reaction, Ari also closed his eyes in mirth and started chuckling with you. 

You were still giggling as you say in-between catching your breath, “Do you mean to say, lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my!?” You finished with a mocking flourish before releasing a bellowed laugh, your eyes squeezed shut in giddiness.

Ari was full on laughing with you as you made the remark, “Okay, Dorothy – you could shut up now. I heard it as soon as I said it.” 

Letting out one last resounding exhale, “It’s okay, Tin-man. I think that I’m familiar with the yellow brick road. I don’t need you to be so worried about me, okay? I’m fine.” 

Ari’s eyes glinted at your retort although he sobered up at your continued reassurance. “What- you don’t wanna spend time with you best friend anymore, is that it?”

You recognized the teasing glint in his tone but took notice of this sadness in his eyes. You felt genuinely confused, and concerned, at the sight. Ari was always noticeably mellow and calm when he was around you, even during the smaller interactions that you’ve had throughout the years. This look in his eyes though was new. Or, maybe you never got close enough to really see it. 

At that thought, your own sadness seeped in. “That’s not true, Ari. It’s just…” You trailed off, not being able to figure out how to communicate with this person that you didn’t know anymore, but felt so deeply for. How do you tell someone that you miss them, miss their presence, but that time has done its job of making you feel like strangers? That, he, was what caused them to spend time apart in the first place? 

You moved on from that. It’s not like you’re aiming to make him feel sad or anything – you just felt so uncomfortable around him despite that moment that you two just had. It was just another reminder of what life would've looked like if you were still in each other’s lives.

Ari let your silence permeate in the space as he finished for you, “It’s just that I haven’t been your best friend in a long time.” 

You just looked at him sadly and nodded softly. “It’s…been a long time, Ari.” He looked noticeably sad hearing that as you continued assuringly, wanting to get him to smile again. “But..I miss you lots, Tin-man.” 

Echoing the mirthy moment that you had just a few minutes before, the sadness in his eyes was replaced with an affection that you also haven’t seen from him in a long time. It made you feel affectionate in return as you took the invisible olive branch that was present and leaned forward to grab his hand in yours, the same way that you would when you were younger.

Ari let out a breath at the touch of your soft skin on his calloused hand. He gave you a soft smile again while he squeezed your hand in relief. He pulled you forward, the move causing you to let out a surprised squeak, and tugged you to be cradled in his large embrace. The top of your head barely met the middle of his chest as you stood ramrod still, unused to the intimacy that you were now being bestowed. 

He seemed oblivious to the stiffness in your body as he only tugged you in closer and rested his head on yours while his arms hugged you around your shoulders and waist. As you stood there, with Ari hugging you, you became increasingly relaxed and moved to put your own arms around his thick waist. At the return of your embrace, Ari let out another relieved sigh and squeezed you tighter. You both started to sway a bit as time went on, the hug never turning awkward nor tense as hands also started to roam reassuringly across waists and backs. 

“I’m sorry, bunny.” 

The apology though did take you off guard. You didn’t tense up but you did stop swaying. You paused before responding, “It’s okay, Ari.”

There was a lot that you wanted to say in that moment, and ask him, but you felt hesitant to even go down that path. You certainly didn’t expect for this to happen this morning, and it was overwhelming enough that you were laughing with and hugging Ari. The fact that he actually apologized opened up a depth and well of emotion that you didn’t know needed to be opened until he said the words. It seemed like Ari understood that as he pulled back and looked into your tear-shining eyes gazing back up at him. He knew that you’d come to him when you were ready.

One hand left your waist to caress your soft cheek, Ari’s thumb brushing underneath your eye to catch the tear that did fall over. You closed your eyes at how suffocatingly close he felt, his warm, embracing body pressed against yours so intimately. 

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” Ari whispered to you quietly as his fingers moved to caress your hairline right by your temple. His eyes looked at you so fondly and intensely as he continued to touch you. Almost as if he was trying to paint a vivid picture of you with his touch into his mind.

You felt so mesmerized by his gaze as your hands unconsciously caressed him back as your hands resumed making small, slow circles on his vast back. “What do you mean?” You whispered back. 

Ari let out a quiet and humming chuckle, “Aw, don’t tell me that our first kiss was that bad, bunny.” 

Blinking in surprise at the sudden inserted memory, you started to giggle softly again as he pulled you in closer to his frame. “Oh god, at the freshmen year dance, right?” Ari hummed his agreement as you continued remembering, “Wow, I completely forgot about that. You remember that?” 

He was still caressing your face as his thumb drifted down to softly outline the outer edges of your lips. His gaze was still so intense and deep as he said, “I remember everything.” 

Your breath hitched at the sensual turn of his voice and at the touch of his thumb now caressing your lips lovingly. You started to blush as the memory persisted at you to be inclusive of what happened after your first kiss. Ari was able to sneak you into his house and into his room, where the both of you continued to make out, but it was also where you ultimately decided to have Ari be your first. He was a little older than you so even though you weren’t his first, you trusted him. It was that night that you realized that your feelings for Ari went beyond just friendship. 

You didn’t know it, but it was that moment where Ari realized his own feelings for you too. But that was when his dad was starting to tell him about taking over for the club, and he knew that he couldn’t drag you with him too. Then, he met Sharon (a very vivid mistake that he was still trying to detach from) and all he could think of when he was with her was relief that at least she wasn’t you. You didn’t deserve to have your light tarnished by what was to come. 

Still astonished by the flood of memories now crashing back at you, your heart fluttered at how dark Ari’s eyes have gotten since you gazed into them. His thumb now pressing firmly against your bottom lip, you let him graze his finger down against the seam of your plush lips. You gasped quietly as the tip of his thumb also brushed against your wet tongue. Ari released a deep groan at the sight, your responsiveness affecting him just as much. 

Your breathing started getting heavier as the tension between you intensified. Your eyes looked up at him again underneath your eyelashes and your eyes held such adoration and desire. It was that look that you didn’t even know that you were giving him that made Ari mutter a low fuck before grabbing your face between his two palms and pressed his lips against yours. 

Your hands grasped at the back of his jacket so desperately as you met his kiss just as fervently. Ari kissed you deeply as one of his hands left your face to stroke across your back and downwards to seek a needy grip around your waist. His hand squeezed your hip and you moaned into the kiss while you stood on your tiptoes to clutch onto his broad shoulders and tangle your fingers into his soft hair. 

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan as you tugged gently on his hair. He lifted you off your feet to relieve the strain of your height difference and your legs draped around his waist with another surprised squeak. Still kissing you, he walked two steps towards the dark, side alley of your store building to press you against the brick wall. The both of you let out a resounding groan into each other’s mouths at the feel of Ari’s erection pressing against your warm center covered only by denim and tights. 

Ari gently licked the seam of your lips for permission and you let out another breathy moan at the feel of his soft tongue caressing yours. He slanted his lips and moved a strong hand to grip your jaw, almost squeezing your cheeks together, for a better angle. The feeling that washed over you was hot and almost overwhelming as you intrinsically felt how much strength and power the man held as he seamlessly took your weight, and as his hand and mouth took control of the pace of your brazen kiss. 

You felt his other hand softly stroke your outer thigh to push up towards the back of your skirt and graze over your sculpted ass. You released another mewl at the feel of him in such an intimate place and you felt Ari growl lowly into the kiss as his tongue almost lapped at yours. 

Hearing a car honk next to you broke you out of your little hedonistic bubble and you reluctantly broke away from your kiss. You let out a giggle as that only succeeded in Ari’s lips following yours and his hot, wet tongue tried to engage you in your makeout again. He smiled against your lips as you whimpered at the slow but intense move and his lips worked for a minute until you detached him from again. Ari groaned but respected the small distance placed between your faces. 

“I’m sorry, bunny. Was it too much?” Ari asked as he caught his breath. 

You giggled and his eyes softened at the sound. “No,” you kissed him softly one more time before leaning your forehead against his, “just, not here.”

Ari’s eyes gleaned darkly as his desire for you clamored wildly once more. Ari said your name so soft and faint, you could barely hear him. “I miss you too. Can I take you home with me, bun?”

You looked back at him with pleading, affectionate eyes and the only word that you could say was, “Please.” 

Ari nuzzled the tip of his straight nose against your button one and gave you a lasting, thorough kiss before letting you down and taking your hand in large one, striding towards his bike to take you home. 

Entering Ari’s bedroom was surreal. The last time that you were here, you both were so young and you haven’t had life happen to you yet. Now, 10 years later, with Ari looking at you with so much warmth and endearment, it had felt like no time has passed at all.

You released another soft whimper as Ari’s large hands caressed your breasts through your undershirt. You were laying in his bed in your camisole and panties, his naked, taut and tattooed torso pressing against yours. The hard press of his erection felt crushing on your increasingly dampening panties as he slotted himself between your legs. 

His tongue expertly brushed yours in another languid kiss. His mouth dragged away from your mouth to kiss the side of your jaw and drift down towards your neck. Ari sensually placed slow, wet kisses behind your ear and softly kissed down only to then lick a stripe up your neck. You gasp out a whine at how hot you felt, as you haven’t felt passion like this in such a long time. 

Ari gripped your neck firmly for his thumb to caress your jaw line until he could turn your face so that he could whisper in your ear. “I’ve wanted to do this again for so long, bunny. You have no idea.” 

You could only gasp out his name as you felt his warm breath tickling your skin. “I want you, Ari, please.” 

Ari groaned deeply and kissed the side of your ear softly, “You have me, baby. You always have.” He kissed his way back to your waiting mouth and you kissed him back eagerly as your tongues stroked each other with something akin to neediness.

The both of you have been wanting each other for so long, it was seemingly clear to the both of you that you were making up for lost time starting now.

Ari stopped kissing you only to reach for the bottom of your tank top and lift the shirt off over your head, exposing your lucious, round breasts. Your light and tan areolas, nipples pert and ready to be suckled had Ari lean down to lick softly and suck gently into his impatient mouth. 

Your nipples were connected straight to that pit of pleasure in your stomach as you let out a wanton moan. Ari kissed and licked between your breasts before drifting down the center of your soft stomach, placing wet kisses as he went. His eyes never left yours as his hands reached up to squeeze the wet tips of your nipples and eventually drift down the soft sides of your tummy. 

Feeling overstimulated by his touch, you held no restraint for the noises coming out of your mouth. You felt tears creeping in the corner of your eyes at how badly you wanted him to keep caressing you with his calloused, big hands and for his hot mouth to never leave your supple skin. 

Ari took in all of your moans and whimpers and he could feel his own restraint waning as he crept closer to your clad-covered pussy. Paired with your cute noises, seeing the thin fabric wetly sticking to your drenched slit made Ari inhale deeply. A picture of you in this moment was made complete when he took in the scent of your weeping cunt and Ari’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he released a low, guttural moan, “Fuuuck, bunny. I can’t wait anymore.”

You cried out in surprise as Ari’s tongue dragged up against your wet slit through your underwear. His mouth never left your cunt as he attempted to suck your juices through the fabric, groaning as he did it. Kissing up your mound, his fingers found the sides of your underwear hugging your hips only to drag it down harshly. The scent and first taste of you making him feral as he practically ripped your underwear down your legs. 

The fabric still resting in around one ankle, Ari couldn’t wait as he proceeded to stuff his face full of your dripping pussy. Crying out loudly at the sensation of Ari’s mouth ravishing you, your hips started writhing on the bed to get closer to his mouth as your hands fisted the sheets next to your head. 

You gasped out for breath as you felt Ari’s tongue lap at the wet on your lips before cutting through to lap at your pulsing clit. Letting out his own hums of satisfaction, Ari motioned his tongue in drawing slow and steady figure eights on your bundle of nerves as his lips closed over and sucked. 

The suction of his lips and the steady pressure of his wet tongue on your clit felt so giving as you started keening for more. Your hips elevated off the bed, you could feel the wet that was pooling underneath the sheets trying to cling to your wet cunt as Ari followed your motions to keep sucking at your pink pearl. Ari grunted as he felt you try to escape his zealous mouth and used his forearm to bring you back down to the bed. His shoulders leaned further on top of you to keep them from closing. He kept one hand around the soft pudge of your stomach for leverage as he continued burrowing himself into your soaked pussy. 

You fervently tried to arch up from Ari’s voracious tongue as it swirled against your clit only to catch at your opening. Ari smiled against your cunt and was openly groaning as he caught more of you in his mouth as his tongue swept up to thrust into you softly. You released a high pitched whimper as you feel Ari shake his head gently to get his tongue deeper inside you. Lapping for the wetness inside you, your thighs started to shake involuntarily. You felt the pleasure grow and expand to the tight knot that was held internally. 

“Ari, oh god, I’m so c-close, please, please. I need to cum, please.” You begged him with your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands reached down as you felt him retreat from your pussy and you released an affronted whine as your hand went to the back of his quickly to push his mouth back onto your pulsing, needy cunt. 

Ari only laughed against your pussy and lapped faster, almost inhaling your sweet wetness as it covered the tip of his nose and all over his mouth and chin. The only sounds that could be heard were your short breathed whimpers, and the sounds of your squelching pussy juices being sucked by Ari’s ravenous mouth. 

Your hips were grinding against his tongue as you chased your release. Your breath stilted as you felt the flat of Ari’s eager tongue press down hard against your clit to create an enveloping, suction sensation that just felt so wet and warm, you jolted forward with a loud cry as your orgasm hit intensely. 

It felt never ending as Ari’s tongue never stopped its pressured motions on your clit and your eyes rolled back again as your second release unexpectedly crept up and squirted all over Ari’s waiting mouth. He groaned his pleasant surprise as he lapped up the wave of gush from your sobbing pussy earnestly, and only stopped lapping at you once you moved a hand to his forehead to push him away from your sated hole. 

Ari was breathing just as heavily as you as he gazed at your pulsing pussy in the aftermath of being thoroughly destroyed by his mouth. “Aw, bunny, look at you. You’re shakin’ for me.” 

He stroked his hand down your trembling body to gently brush his thumb against your swollen clit and you jumped from how sensitive you were. But Ari didn’t notice as his greedy only eyes saw another seep of cum drip down your hole. He couldn’t help but do it again as he saw more cum spurt out of you, and his tongue moved faster before he could help himself by sweeping in with his tongue on your opening to catch more of it in his mouth. 

You let out a choked sob at feeling his tongue on your cooling, wet flesh once more. Ari didn’t stop stroking his calloused thumb against your overstimulated clit as he lapped at your opening over and over again. Not having enough rest time in between your last two orgasms, your third was unrestrained as you went quiet, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, looking possessed as you squirt hard from the fast pressure of both his thumb and tongue stimulating you at the same time. 

Ari released his own resounding hum of gratification of feeling your wetness coat his tongue completely as he swallowed your cum down his throat. Your eyes were still rolled behind your head as you let out quiet grunts of relief, the knot at your stomach so unraveled and your body felt so pliant and loose. You only came to when you felt Ari’s wet, bearded mouth press kisses on your still trembling inner thighs and back towards your torso to gently suck on your nipples. 

Feeling so hazy and barely there, you moaned quietly as he swirled his warm tongue on your nipple until he was kissing back up towards your chapped lips. Ari’s tongue quickly fixed that though as he made sure to lick up into your mouth, coating your tongue in your own essence. 

You lazily stroked yours back against his in deep gratitude and immense sensuality. Ari let out a small, almost condescending laugh against your lips. “You okay, bun? Do you think I got your pretty pussy wet enough to take my cock?” 

“Yes,” you whispered desperately against his mouth that was still leaving kisses on your open lips. “I can take it, please.” 

Ari huffed out a disbelieving breath on your bottom lip at how good he has it right now. “God, you’re such a good girl, bunny. That’s right, I know you can take it. Think I need to prep you a little more okay, honey?” 

You let out another affronted whine and no as you attempted to reach for his cock between you. Your hand landed right on his large, hard appendage and you stroked him as he let out relieved moans at the feeling of your small hand on his covered cock. Reaching down, Ari pulled down his own boxer briefs until your hand could feel his soft flesh. 

Groaning loudly at the skin to skin contact, Ari let you squeeze his cock and stroke it with slow motions as he stroked two fingers against your wet lips and into your soft fleshy tongue. You moaned while sucking the digits in your mouth and stroked your tongue against them erotically. Ari groaned and bit his lip at watching your lips suck on fingers before pulling out of your mouth to reach down and stroke at your clit again. 

Your hips raised as your pussy felt so sensitive and yet the pressure felt so fucking good at the same time. Ari chuckled again as he thrust his middle finger inside your tight cunt. Your teary eyes rolled again with a pleasured frown at the intrusive feeling. He lets out a resounding moan at the feeling of your wet channel squeezing his finger, “Damn baby, your pussy is so fucking tight. I have to work you up some more, okay, bunny? I don’t wanna hurt you.” You whined your assent as he thrusted his finger slowly before attempting to add in another. 

You tensed up a bit when he tried and in a quick move, Ari leaned down to take your responsive clit in his mouth once more. Gasping out a moan at the sudden stimulation, that familiar pleasure swept back into your stomach. He felt your wet hole give more and more as you relaxed for him. He swirled his tongue against your clit and motioned his fingers inside your pussy in a “come hither” motion. Your eyes widened and you let out a chirp at the feeling of his fingers grazing your g-spot. 

Ari’s eyes found yours as he looked up at you, releasing your clit with a soft and wet pop, “Ah, there it is, bunny, I got you.” At his words, you could only let out another lewd moan that became increasingly louder as his mouth went back to lapping at your clit in quick motions.

Your already glazed over eyes and fucked out look had Ari react wildly again, “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough, I need one more taste, just one more.” You were so out of it, getting lost in your pleasure that you didn’t know what he was really referring to until he placed one large hand on top of your soft, pillowy stomach and pressed down while his fingers seemed to press deeper and faster inside of you. 

Letting out a high pitched wail, your whole body locked stiffly as you felt it coming again. With a prolonged keen, you squirted your pleasure intensely as Ari continued to almost aggressively finger your g-spot while catching as much cum as he could in his mouth. Your whole body was twitching and squirming as you could only let out a few shaky breaths as aftershocks rolled through your used body. 

Ari was breathing heavily as he gave one last craved lick up the cut of your pussy before withdrawing his fingers slowly for him to sit up and hold his heavy cock in his cum-drenched hand. You peered up at Ari with glazed over eyes to see his mouth and chest covered in his own sweat and your cum as he grasped his wide, girthy cock and aligned it with your quivering opening. 

Not even allowing you to take a break, Ari knew that you would take him easier with your body completely relaxed and open like this. You were coherent enough to feel the tip of his hard cock nestle and rub against your tender clit until he reached down and plunged slowly into your tight core. 

The both of you released a combined sound of a relieved sigh and gratified moan at the feeling of your pussy taking him in so smoothly. Since he entered slowly, you could feel every inch of his thick, veiny cock press inside of you. 

Ari’s mouth was agape, his blue eyes stormy and narrowed as he stared at how his cock entered you, as he also indulged in the tightness and warmth of your sweet cunt. He withdrew from your pussy with a satisfied grunt, “See, bunny– fuuuuck, you’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it.” 

You smiled gently and whimpered at his praise, you felt so cared for while Ari continued to thrust into you deeply. Succumbing to the filthy pleasure of his cock, your eyes rolled back in your head again as you released whimpered, soft ‘ngh’ sounds from your parted lips with every thrust he gave you. Letting out his own guttural grunts from his throat, Ari’s head tipped back as he gripped onto your thighs harshly. Your pussy was stretched around his thick cock and your tight channel welcomed him in so well. 

“More, Ari, please– more,” you cried out as you started to meet his thrusts with your own. 

“Yeah, bunny? Want me to fuck you like this?” Ari gritted his teeth as he moved faster into your pussy. You keened a quiet but intense ‘yes’ as your moans became louder again as Ari thrusted harder into you, his own groans were unrestrained as he tried to maintain composure. 

With each thrust, Ari became fixated on watching your gripping pussy clench down onto his large cock with a mix of both of your cum dragging down his length and accumulating around the end of his dick. The sight was too overwhelming for Ari as he shut his eyes with furrowed brows in pleasure as he tried to last a little longer. 

His attempts weren’t working so he clenched his teeth with a deprived grunt before pulling out of you, only to turn you over onto your stomach with a sharp smack against your ass. You let out a surprised yelp only to moan your pleasure again as Ari thrust back inside of you. Your knees were pressed onto the bed as he contorted your figure so that your face laid flat against the damp sheets, and your ass high up in the air being jostled by his cock. 

One hand holding you down at the back of your neck, you felt Ari’s other hand stroke and press up and down your back languidly as his cock thrusted into you deceivingly hard and fast. The feeling of his hands on your damp skin just made you feel even more wrapped up in your pleasure. Your moans became high-pitched whimpers again as you felt Ari adjust his angle, and his next thrust landed right against your g-spot. You gasped as you choked on the whimpers leaving your throat and suddenly you couldn’t make any sounds at all. Your body went noticeably limp as Ari took you like a rag doll. Ari noticed this and how quiet you suddenly got and peered over while thrusting into you roughly.

After a moment of him fucking you furiously, he cooed and laughed, “Bunny, as much as I love hearing those cute sounds leave you, I really love it when you get quiet.” In his last words, he smacked your ass again and gripped your cheek tightly, the flesh caught in his fist turning the skin around it white, while he thrusted harder into your spot as he got you towards the finish line. 

Your jaw dropped at the sheer pleasure of his cock ambitiously driving inside of you– combined with the feeling of his tight grip of his large hands on your pliant ass, your body squirted out your cum again but this time on Ari’s unrelenting cock. You tightened up so delightfully on his member, Ari couldn’t help the hissing moan from his mouth when he felt your pussy almost eject him from how tight you were pushing out your cum. 

Not resisting, he quickly pulled out to see your squirt fully released. Breathing heavily at the sight, Ari tapped the mushroom head of his dick against your puffy clit eagerly and you let out a guttural moan as you squirt again at the stimulation. Ari could only let out another laughing moan as he did it once more with succeeding results. Little spurts of squirt seeped out of you and Ari tilted his head back, cursing at how sexy you were as he thrust deeply back into you. 

Needing to see it one more time, Ari knew exactly what to do as he grunted and grinded against that spot inside of you, quickly rubbing the tip of dick against the spongy flesh and quickly pulled out for more squirt to gush out of you. The feeling of your tight pussy’s lasting grip on his aching cock was what felt so addicting to him as he did it again. You mewled tiredly and Ari could tell that you were at your limit although your back arched into him for more.

“Must feel so good, huh, bunny?” Ari checked in with you once he gained some semblance of control over his cock-driven brain. You assented with a tired ‘mhm’ and moaned softly as Ari entered you slowly so as to not continue overstimulating your thoroughly used cunt. 

“Okay, baby, I think it's my turn now to feel good,” Ari says almost darkly. You give no response as you jut your ass out towards his pacing cock more as a sign for him to take you to his pleasure filled desire. But that’s okay, Ari didn’t need to hear you for this part. 

Groaning loudly and deeply, he thrusted back into your sopping wet pussy as he finally chased his pleasure. You were quietly letting out your own moans as you gyrated back against him and it didn’t take long for him to get there. Teetering on the edge for some time, it only took one final thrust into you when Ari released a loud, roaring moan that came from deep in his throat as he spurted his hot cum inside your pulsating channel. 

Ari shallowly thrusted his cum inside of you while catching his breath. He pulled back with a satisfied grunt to see a mix of your cum together and leaking out of you so prettily. 

You were barely there as you moaned your satisfaction at the feeling of Ari using his half-hard cock to thrust your combined spend back inside of you with one last deep thrust. Ari squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure as he plugged your release back in and slowly extricated himself from your used cunt. 

Feeling sleepy and floaty, you sinked back down onto your stomach, uncaring of the very wet sheets underneath you. As you floated between sleep and the present, you could feel a wet cloth pet at your opening and you groaned at the cooling feeling of Ari wiping you clean. 

Laying down next to you, Ari pulled your sated body into his warm embrace and kissed your sweaty forehead with so much love and care. 

As you hum in content, you were about to float away into a deep sleep when you heard Ari whisper one last note of affection, “I’ll never drift away from you again, Bunny. I love you.”

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Pick you up

Summary: Daddy comes to save the day.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: angst, bitchy girls, heavy daddy kink, caregiver Ari, sexual harassment (not Ari), implied violence, hurt & comfort (kinda), fluff, comforting, protective Ari

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“Daddy, please come pick me up. They are all so mean to me,” you sniff on the phone. “I don’t want to stay here. I thought this is going to be fun, but it’s not.”

The girls from your workplace watch you on the phone. They roll their eyes and huff.

“She calls her daddy to pick her up. We were right. She’s not mature enough for our little club. I don’t know what a girl like her wants in New York.”

You hang up and sigh. The plan to spend the weekend with the people you’re working with went down the drain the moment they started to talk low about your outfit, your make-up (or rather the lack of it), and the fact that you don’t want to talk about yourself with people you barely know.

Ignoring your nagging colleagues, you walk out of the living room to grab your bag and jacket. You will wait outside for your daddy to pick you up.

You exhale sharply when one of them follows you outside. “You didn’t have to call your daddy. How old are you, twelve?”

“Just leave me alone,” you shoulder your bag and grab the door handle. “I’ll be waiting outside. I want nothing to do with you and the others.”

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes before you see his bike. Your heart flutters when your daddy brings the motorcycle to a complete stop. He plants both feet firmly on the ground, making you shiver as you stare at his long legs.

You wring your hands as he kicks the kickstand down with his left foot and leans the bike on it. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you press your thighs together, adding pressure to your tingling clit.

Ari swings his right foot over the motorcycle to get off it. He takes off his helmet and grins when his eyes land on you.

Eyes glued to Ari; you swallow thickly as he shakes his head to tame his mane.

“That’s…her … daddy?” Your colleagues gathered outside to get a look at your father. Or so they thought. They didn’t know you called your daddy, not your father. “He looks too young for being her father.”

“You are telling me!” Suzanne, the leader of the little group harassing you sneers. “That guy is not her father.”

“He’s so tall and handsome,” Caroline says. “No wonder she didn’t want to play with one of the guys. She’s got a hunk at home.”

“A daddy,” Suzanne grunts. “I knew something is off with that bitch.”

While your colleagues watch you and Ari, he worriedly calls your name.

“Y/N, what happened,” Ari asks, furrowing his brows as you run toward him to bury your face in his chest. “Baby kitten. Do I need to break bones or faces?”

“They wanted to play truth or dare, and spin the bottle,” you begin. “I agreed, because why not?”

“Okay.” Ari hums. “Go ahead. Daddy is here now.”

“Uh-I didn’t know there will be guys too, I swear.” You feel Ari stiffen. A deep rumble emits from his chest, and you know, someone is in trouble. You only hope it isn’t you. “I didn’t want to spin the bottle anymore because they changed the rules.”

“What rules? Tell me about it, princess,” you relax and take a deep breath. Ari always makes you feel safe and calm.

“They said we need to choose truth or dare. I chose dare, and suddenly the guys from the company were there too. They wanted to play too and Suzanne said I must kiss one of them.”

“I’ll kill them,” he growls. No one touches you but him. “No one forces my girl to kiss them.”

“I refused and chose truth instead. I said that I cannot kiss someone else because I got my boyfriend at home. They laughed, but agreed,” You sniffle. “They wanted me to tell them about the last time we had sex. I refused and they made fun of me. Calling me an uptight virgin.”

“It’s alright, I’m here now. Even if you were a virgin, it wouldn’t be a reason to make fun of you. They are awful people,” Ari softly speaks to you. You’re already worked up and he doesn’t want to risk you starting to hyperventilate. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“That’s not all.” You whimper now. “The game continued. The guys joined us. After a few rounds, the bottle landed on me. One of them chose dare and they…they wanted me to…”

“Baby, what happened?”

“They wanted me to ride one of the guys’ thighs. I told them that I got a boyfriend and won’t cheat on him. At first, I thought it was a joke. But they tried to push me onto that guy. I cried and grabbed my phone.”

“And then you called me,” Ari concludes as you slowly nod against him. “Good girl. You knew daddy always comes to your aid. Let me just kill them for you.”

“Please don’t leave me alone. Please,” you sniffle. “I don’t want to be alone with them ever again.”

“Princess, come with me.” Ari takes your bag out of your hands. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to guide you away from your colleague’s house and toward the street.

“Where are we going…?” you gasp as you see the whole club waiting for you and Ari.

You forgot that they wanted to go for a ride. Guilt washes over you. It was Ari’s day off and he wanted to spend it with his friends. Now you messed this up too.

Steve, the boss of the club gets off his bike. He nods at Ari as your boyfriend points at you. “Steve will take care of you for a moment. You like Steve right? He’s a good man and will protect you. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you whimper.

“I’ve got her, Ari. Do what you must do,” Steve’s features soften when you watch Ari leave your side. “He’ll be right back, Y/N. Don’t worry. Ari was out of his mind when he heard you cry on the phone.”

“Maybe we should help him?” Bucky, another member of the club asks. He sneaked around the area and heard every word. “I wouldn’t mind roughing those douchebags up. Break a bone or two.”

“Buck, that’s Ari’s job,” Steve warns. “If he needs our help, we will help. Give him a moment…”

Meanwhile, at the house, Ari barks at the women harassing you. “My girl loves her job and won’t quit because of you. If you ever make her life harder or just look at her the wrong way, we all will pay you a visit.”

“We…we didn’t…” Suzanne stammers. She never got yelled at by a tall guy like Ari before and is close to wetting herself.

“I know what you did,” Ari snaps at her. “Who is the guy putting his hands on my girl? Who wanted to force her to ride his thigh?”

“Uh-it’s him!” The other men point at the man wanting you to ride him. “He said that he wants her before we started the game. We didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all Suzanne and him.”

“You—” Ari cracks his neck. “Well, then. Let me show you what happens when you harass a woman.”

“Ari. Daddy,” you run toward Ari the moment you see him. “What happened?” You look at his bloody knuckles. “You’re hurt.”

“Did you give it to them good?” Bucky smirks. “I can help. Let me break a few bones.”

“Buck, stop. I know you are antsy since your girl left, but we’ve got no time to start a fight,” Steve grunts. “Let’s bring Y/N home. She had a rough day.”

Ari carefully guides you toward his bikes. He softly speaks your name and caresses your back. “I’ll bring you home now, princess.”

After a short ride back home you are in Ari’s arms. He whispers soothing words and nuzzles his face in your neck.

You’re lying on a soft mattress, hidden under the pillowfort you and Ari built for days like these. Days in which the world gets too much for you.

“You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

“I know,” you mumble sleepily. “My protector…”

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Can I request picture 2 or 5 with Ari. Writers choice of topic and theme.

The cuts on his knuckles stung, they burned as he flexed his fingers around the glass and lifted it to his lips. He hissed when the alcohol touched his tongue, a momentary sensation that fell flat when the door to the back opened.

Ari raised his head. His eyesight moved from the glass in his hand to the single swinging door that allowed access to the back room of the bar. His hiss was replaced with a soft and low growl that built in his throat. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, a natural instinct to act like the creature he was and had been known for.

Another human employed at their club, another potential mate for them. This new human was soft, innocent and wide-eyed. She had never worked in a club like this before but out of desperation she started as a bottle girl, and every man he had to watch trying to grab her made him want to kill them all.

Ari Levinson had found his mate. Every other human that had been hired to be claimed for him, had either been found by someone else or he rejected them all. He had been one of the founding members, and the oldest who had remained unmated.

Until now.

“That little bitch stiffed me a drink-” A man to his left sneered and cast his eyes upon you with illicit intent, his hands already reaching for the end of your skirt.

It was a single graze of the man’s fingertips against your skirt had Ari spurring into action. With the glass in his hand, Ari turned sharply and smashed the glass into the back of the arrogant man’s head. The shattering pieces fell to the floor and before anyone could react further Ari had reached for your waist.

He threw you across the bar too and pressed his lips against your neck. He gave you no notice before he parted his lips and sank his teeth into your flesh, marking you instantly as his.

He was flooded with your emotions and you’d been flooded with his, an exchange as a thick corded chain bound the two of you together.

He recoiled enough to catch your eye and then he yanked you from the bat top and threw you over his shoulder. He had become a cave man, a Neanderthal that claimed his mate, everyone else be damned.

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stop i saw this one biker/backpack tiktok the other day where the guy wouldn’t let his gf get off before him. instead he stopped her by putting a hand on her thigh, got off himself and then gave her a helmet kiss before grabbing her by the waist and just lifting her off and that just SCREAMS biker!osc to me idk 🤭🤭

i’m giggling and kicking my feet reading this bc ur so right that’s literally biker!oscar in a nutshell!!

say whatever you want about biker stereotypes, but oscar is the reason they say chivalry isn’t dead yet. i’ve seen a couple videos where the girl gets chastised (playfully ofc) about not getting off of the bike the right way and he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself (…or the bike) so he’d absolutely be that guy to say, “no no, you just wait right there.” which is usually what he says when you try to open your own car door and you’re so confused because this isn’t a car?? what’s there to get?? and the next thing you know you’re in his arms. he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find some way to be cute and chivalrous all while dressed in his sexy biker getup.

the moment you get on his bike, half of him is gonna be focused on the road of course, but the other half is just you, you, you. are you comfortable? do you feel safe? are you having fun? he’ll ask you all these questions too. nothing is more important to him than his backpack 🥰

[biteofcherry]

Since the trope i voted for in your birthday poll didn't win 😭 tell us what ideas you had for the prompts that lost

Oh god, I haven't thought about them in depth (since I tried my best to avoid getting hyped up for ten more new ideas 🤣), so I'll give you a spontaneous answer:

dark beefy college guy would be Bucky, who uses your tipsy state to teach your body to crave him when you're sober too and has visual proof to show you how much you begged him for more, so you might as well beg for it without drunk courage

Vikings would be about Steve and Ari, brothers who share the crown and share the spoils of war princess - you

dark brother's best friend would be Andy, who appears so sweet and what every parents want for their daughter, but in fact is very manipulative and obssessive

werewolf and royalty would be with Bucky starting as a loyal knight protecting you - the princess - from the bloodthirsty troops of werewolves that attacked your kingdom only to in the end after you've given yourself to him willingly reveals that he is in fact a werewolf leader and you're now his and so is your kingdom

god's sacrifice would be Steve as the god of fire to whom you vow to serve after your beloved breaks your heart, but you quickly learn that the god doesn't want your chastity and prayers, he wants something different from you

fantasy enemies to lovers would be some rivaling fae clans, or fae versus humans, with Steve as your enemy who takes your injured body from the battle field as a prisoner, but keeps taking care of you and protecting you

fake dating with a dark twist would be with Bucky whom you find on a dating app and ask to be your fake boyfriend, so that you don't have to marry a mobster your family sold you to but then it turns out Bucky is in fact James the man you are forced to marry and he's been playing you all along

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Hi

I hope it's not to late to send in a headcanon for your birthday

How would the Chris characters would react to reader being on her period.

It’s never too late! Especially for you 😘 and thank you for sending in a prompt! Its been a while since I’ve done a Chris and Co. Headcanon!

Warnings: Period talk! Language!

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Chris Evans

With his job and schedule it meant Chris couldn’t always be with you when mother nature came to visit

But that would never stop him from trying to help you feel better

He would order stuff to be delivered to the house, like your favourite icecream, snacks and even a new set of fuzzy comfy PJs

Whenever he got the chance he would FaceTime you and help distract you

And if you were in a real need of a pick me up he would text his ma and ask if she could bring you some of her cooking which he knew you loved

Andy Barber

Since Andy was a busy man with a very important job you never wanted to burden him

But no matter how busy Andy got with a case he would always notice when something wasn’t right with you

And even when you tried your hardest to play it down and act as normal but Andy knew your tell tale signs, he could just tell by the tone of your voice

So he made sure to leave the office on time or early if he could, pick up some more supplies and head on home

He would cook you a glorious meal and then you would curl up on the couch together watching whatever film or TV series you wanted

Mechanic!Curtis

Curtis knew just how bad your periods could get, the both of you having to cancel plans just because it was that tough on you

But despite how bad they could get, you never let them stop you from working, your patients needed you

So when you got home Curtis made sure your evenings were as easy as they could be

He had comfy clothes already laid out, hot water bottle’s ready to be filled, heating pads, a couple flannels in the fridge for your headaches, and meds all ready

As soon as you stepped inside he would swoop you up into his arms and wouldn’t let you lift a finger

You’d often end the evening laying between Curtis’ legs, your head on his chest as he read whatever book you we’re currently reading out loud to you

Biker!Ari

He knew something was up as soon as he stepped inside the bar

Your brows were pinched together and you weren’t your usual self, a lot more closed off than normal

He tried to ask you multiple times what was wrong but you waved him off each time, but Ari was persistent and he wasn’t gonna let this go

So he kept asking, right up until you practically bit his head off “Ari I swear to fucking god! It feels like I’m being ripped to shreds from the inside out I do not need you badgering me like a five year old!”

Ari didn’t say anything he just stood from his stool and walked behind the bar, your eyes wide with shock as he towered over you

“Go lie down for 30 minutes I’ll cover the bar” he states.

“Ari no, I’m fine” you sigh tiredly, running your hands down your face

“No, you’re not, go lie down” he says putting his hands on your shoulders “30 minutes at least”

You let out another long sigh, your shoulders dropping “fine, thank you Ari” you finally said

Ransom Drysdale

To begin with Ransom was pretty useless

He would just let you deal with it since he had absolutely no clue how to help

He didn’t know what really changed but one day he saw you really suffering, holding back tears suffering, so enough was enough he had to do something

Pulling out his laptop he began googling everything he could before heading out to the shops to get what he needed

When he got back he found you up in bed, curled up in a ball

“I brought you some stuff kitten” he says putting multiple grocery bags down on the bed

You frown sitting up and looking through all the bags “Jesus Ransom did you buy the whole store?”

“Maybe I just wanted to get anything you might need, I’m sorry if I’ve been pretty useless” Ransom apologises.

You smile softly over at him “thank you Ransom, its the thought that counts”

“Well from now on tell me what you need and I’ll sort it” he swears

“All I need right now is for you to hold me” you admit

Ransom doesn’t hesitate as he climbs into bed next to you and pulls you into his embrace “anything for you kitten”

Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd actually was useless

It didn’t affect him so he didn’t care

He would leave you to it, throwing you his credit card

“Just use that for whatever you need or want” he’d huff as he leaves

So maybe he did care, just a little bit

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[likeahorribledream]

For my new bikerverse we have:

Bucky Barnes

Chris:

Nomad Steve:

And Ari:

They will each have a love story of their own with different OFCs! With different tropes 🤭

Who else do you want to see with these fine gentlemen?

Reminder that it doesn’t have to be a Chris or Seb character. I’m open to all suggestions 😁

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Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x F!Reader

Summary:

Summary: You and Ari grew up together as childhood best friends to now reluctant strangers. Let adrift by leading the "Red Sea Roaders MC," and with you taking over your father's floral shop, the two of you are polar opposites. What happens when Ari takes a risk in rekindling a connection with you?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff :), Childhood best friends to strangers to lovers trope

DISCLAIMER NOTE:

I don't give permission for anyone to post this work on any other platform. This only exists on Ao3 AND now on Tumblr (8/27/24), so pls don't copy/paste. Also, I don't own any of the Red Sea Diving Resort universe (I wish). All of my works are also unbeta'd so please be kind, and apologies for any edit mishaps.

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hi sonny!! i haven’t asked about ex fiancé!ari yet but this thought just came to me like… randomly. i’m supposed to be writing an essay but i can’t get to it without saying this..

ex fiancé!ari talking to his sweet naive girl, more like to her little pussy, while overstimming her and telling reader… “see, this little fluttering pussy knows what she wants, you need to listen to her more” or something like that

KFBEKXJD MY FACE IS HOT THINKING ABOUT IT AND IT MAY BE REALLY CHEESY IM SORRY IDK HOW TO WRITE BUT IVE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH ABOUT IT

- ✨🐬 anon

dear goodness 😵‍💫😵‍💫 let me just save this for every filthy au i have, and kith your sexy mind too !! 😚🫶

[georgiapeach30513]

More Than You Know, Part 5

Summary:  You learn the truth, and have to make some hard decisions

Pairings:  EZ Reyes X Reader, Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  mentions of Angel’s death, explicit language, angst, 18+ ONLY 

Word Count:  2.6K

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Angel grabs the photo album out of EZ’s lap and looks closer at a picture of you in between Ari and Angel.  Your face shines up at Angel, while both the men’s arms are wrapped around your waist.  The second photo saw you on your tippy toes giving Angel a kiss, while Ari stepped away.  “Has Ari always loved my mama?”

His finger paints more over Ari’s face than his father’s, and Felipe gives him a big smile, “What makes you think Ari loves your mama?” Felipe’s smile gets even bigger.  He was not a big fan of you with Angel.  While he loves your little Angel, he knew that his son wasn’t ever fully going to leave the Mayans, while Ari was heading out.  Even asked him if he could talk you into leaving with him.

“He told me,” Angel looks up at his uncle frowning, “I don’t know my daddy.  I know he’s my Angel daddy, but I’ve never met him.  I can’t miss him.  I miss Ari.”

“He lives next door, little man,” Angel picks up the album, and slams it onto EZ’s lap.  Shuffling off the couch he walks over to the window pointing at Ari’s house.  

“He’s never there anymore.  Mama’s got a new boyfriend,” he rolls his eyes.  “I saw him almost kiss mama, but because Jax is always over here, he doesn’t come by anymore.  He doesn’t like Ari.”

“What did you say?” EZ’s eyes darken, and he scoots his body towards the edge of the couch.  “Who is your mother dating?”

“Jax.  I don’t like him.  He doesn’t sit on the floor with me and play like Ari does.  And…he was in her bed the other night.”

“Does he wear a cut like me?”  EZ asks tapping his cut.

“Duh.”

“Son, what’s going on?” Felipe asks, but EZ stands up irritated and walks towards your room, “You can’t go in there.  That is her room!” Looking around your room, there were no pictures of Jax in there.  Nothing but a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt in the hamper.  “EZ, she will not like you in her room.”

“What are you looking for?” Angel asks, peeking around his grandfather.

“She’s not using protection,” EZ glares at his father who points the way out of your room.  “He’s got clothes here.”

“I told you he sleeps here.  Sometimes mama takes me to Ari’s.”

“Mother fucker.”

“Ezekiel, your nephew is here.  What is going on?” Angel starts pouting up at EZ sensing something is wrong.  Felipe tries to soothe him, but he shakes his arm off of him.

“I want my mama and daddy!” Running down the hall to his bedroom, before slamming the door shut.

“Who is he calling his daddy?”  EZ asks as he grabs up his phone dialing your number.  “I need you home now.”

“I am working.  That is why you and Felipe are there.  You’re sleeping on the couch, and he’s got the guest room.  What is it that you need?” All it takes is to hear a faint music in the background.  “Why is my baby locked up in his room?  EZ what happened?” You ask readying your things to leave.  You can lie and say it’s a family emergency.  It could very well be one.  “EZ?”

“We’ll talk when you get home.”

Walking down the hallway, you reach above the door to get a key to Angel’s room, and he is fast asleep.  Ari’s favorite album playing, and you reach over to turn it off.  Your hands trace Angel’s features.  So much of your little boy reminded you of his father, and you found yourself missing more.  You know it's the withdrawal you feel from Ari.  Even with Jax there, you felt more alone than ever.  

“What happened?” You look up at EZ who points to the door.  “EZ, his face is blotchy.  Why was he crying?”

“I need to talk to you away from him,” there was a deepness to EZ’s voice.  Too serious for him.  Darkened, and it terrified you.  Leaning over to give your precious boy a kiss, and you stand to follow him back out to the living room.  Felipe in the kitchen cooking, and you shake your head at EZ when you see the album.

“Is this about Ari?”

“This is about Jax Teller.”

“Oh, god.  Here we go.  He’s four EZ.  Jax is nothing but…”

“He’s the reason Angel is dead,” you take a step back from him shaking your head.  “He’s the one that pulled the trigger and left Angel without his dad,” your breathing picks up, it was like there was not enough air to breath.  Grabbing your chest as you search for anything to fill your lungs

“No, it’s not possible.”

“I was there.  I know SAMCRO.  The Reaper?  That’s them.  Jax is the president?  Blonde hair, slicked back, white shoes?”

“Stop,” Felipe walks in to see you, looking over at EZ.

“Ari is the one that hit his bike and caused him to wreck after he pulled the trigger, but his main goal was to get Angel to the hospital.  Jax murdered Angel.  I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“H-h-he saw his bike.  Angel, he had a moment and knocked it over.  He said he wanted to learn to ride, and Ari was going to teach him.  Oh god,” bile fills up in your throat, and you try to stop yourself from vomiting.  “I gave him an out that day.  Told him Angel didn’t ask for his dad to be dead.  I’ve been fucking the man that murdered my Angel?  He’s been in my fucking house, and he’s seen my son.  Angel’s son.  He has been around Angel’s son, and he never fucking said anything.  Gemma warned me.  Ari knew?”

You go from sadness to anger.  Looking at your front window to see he was still gone.  Every part of you wants to grab Angel up and run away from it all.  When EZ gives you a single nod, you sit on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest and cry.  “My baby was around him.  He didn’t like Jax, and I thought it was because of Ari.  Jax never paid much attention to him, and I just assumed he didn’t want to get attached, he…he saw Angel.  Ari let my baby be around him.  He…I’m done.  I’m just done.”

You walk back down the hallway to your son’s room.  Going to lay behind him, and you hold him tight.  It wasn’t fair to him.  None of it was fair to him the most.  And you don’t know how you can tell him that both of those men had to go.

Your phone lights up yet again with Jax’s name, but you ignore it.  Cuddling closer to Angel, and you give him a kiss to the top of his head.  His little giggles echo off your bedroom walls, as he watches some cartoon in your bed.  Looking up at you with his deep brown eyes, puckering his lips for a quick kiss before he returns to the movie.  Getting a handful of popcorn, and you lean back a bit more.  

Your phone ringing again has you wanting to launch it across the bedroom, “Just answer it.  He’ll stop calling if you just answer him.”

“Stay here, baby,” you say, giving him a kiss.  Walking out into the living room, you go to close the blinds, noticing that Ari was back home.  “What?”

“Wow, that’s how you answer the phone?  I’ve been calling.”

“I’ve noticed.  About ten times in the last hour.  What do you want?”

“Did I do something wrong?” He takes a pull of his cigarette, and you swear you can smell the stench.  It sickens you now that you know what he did.

“You tell me.”

“I’m not following, Darling.”

“Angel Reyes doesn’t mean anything to you?  You know, it could have been a coincidence.  It’s very common names.  What’s not common is the fucking Harley in my garage.  One that has a scratch down the side of it because of you!  I hate you.  You took everything from me.  You fucking knew who you were not only laying beside, but fucking me. You took him from me, from my son.  Do not call me ever again.”

“Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter.  Jax, I don’t want to see you.  I don’t want to touch you, and I can’t wash myself enough to get you off of me.  Do not call me again.  I was nothing but pussy to you anyways.  Thank you for breaking my five year spell.  I gave you an out before.  But this is me ending it,” you click end on your phone, and stare blankly at nothing.  You’re sure it wouldn’t be that easy, but that was it for now.  

Now it is the man next door.  You can’t believe that Ari wouldn’t tell you.  He told you he would always protect you, and he still let a murderer in your home.  But worse, around your son.  “Mama, it’s just getting to the good part.”

“I’m coming, Angel,” clicking off the light, you leave your phone in the living room.  Going to spend some much needed time with the only man who has never disappointed you.

Ari watches your house from his porch.  He had started to spend more time at home, because Jax was there less, and that worried him.  The two of you had been hot and heavy, and now there was nothing.  He’s unsure what brought that on, but he wonders why you hadn’t called.  Anytime Angel would give a wave, you would pull him into the house.  

He bites at his lip.  You had returned the Caddy to Jax, and even bought your own clunker.  He hates waiting.  Hates wondering.  And the fact that you don’t even call or text anymore.  It’s just blank.  Seeing Angel bring in a bucket of Hot Wheels to the living room, playing alone, while you cooked.  It was time for him to make the first move.  

When Angel hears the loud boots of Ari, and sees him walk past the window, he runs to the door and opens it before Ari even knocks.  Smiling and jumping up into his arms.  Everything with Ari was natural and easy.  He took to being Angel’s father figure well, and right now it just hurts.  

“Are you coming to play with me?”

“I need to talk to your mom first,” your eyes close slowly, as you wait for the inevitable heartbreak.  “Hey, you okay?” He leans up against the counter right beside where you are.  Trying to get you to look at him, but you never do.

“No,” you answer shortly, still refusing to look at him.  His hand presses against the small of your back, and you struggle not to cling to him.  Just stepping aside, pretending to do something else.  

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

“He, uh, break up…”

“We weren’t together like that, Ari.  I learned the truth.  I had to hear it from EZ because someone was too chicken shit to say anything,” finally looking at him, his gaze turns down to the floor.  “He was around my baby.  Mine.  My son.  And you couldn’t tell me?”

“Would you have listened?”

“Yes!” You stop, waiting to see if Angel was going to run in there, before looking at Ari.  “You saw him on our first date.  You couldn’t have just come up with an excuse to end it, and let me know what he did.  Your timing has always sucked,” defeated, you move back to straightening up the kitchen.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I wanted to date you, and you set me up with Angel.”

“You loved him.”

“Loved you first.  You couldn’t bear the thought of dating me, so you pawned me off to someone else,” he shakes his head no at you, but you continue.  “I went on a date for the first time in five years, because heaven forbid you act on any of your feelings.  We slept in the same bed, and you never made your move.  But that date, I wanted you to ask me to not go.  I would have for you.  My son slips up calling you daddy, and you step up for him, but not for me.  I told you while I was dating Jax that I would quit with no questions asked to be with you.  I’m beginning to think this attraction that you have for me is in my head.”

“It’s not.”

“Oh, horse shit, Ari.  I have given you time and time again to be there for me.  I know Angel needs a dad, but I also need a partner.  You could do both, but you won’t.  I have given you every opportunity and opening to make this happen, and you choke. You suck, and I’m done waiting.  Angel’s murderer was in my home, and around our son, and you allowed it to happen.”

“Our?” He perks up a bit, and you can’t believe that came out.

“That’s not what I meant.  I meant, mine and Angel’s.  You would be a great dad, but I’m not so sure about a husband.  I need both.  A father for him, and a husband for me.  Leave,” he shakes his head no, but you give him a little shove.  “Leave!”

“No.”

“I’m done embarrassing myself, Ari.  Leave.”

“Mama, no!  I don’t want him to leave,” Angel runs into the kitchen, those big brown eyes welling up with tears, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.  

This was not how you wanted things.  You didn’t want Angel involved.  Never wanted him to be a part of this.  “Leave!”

“No, mama please, don’t make daddy go.”

“Ari, I can’t do this.  Quit standing there, and leave,” Angel grabs onto Ari, crying and reaching up to him, but he never moves.  His eyes never leave yours, and it hurts.  “Ari, please.  Just go.”

“No.”

“Ari, I’m not doing this anymore.  I want you out of my house!” 

“Mama, please don’t make him go.  I want him as my daddy!” Ari’s face tilts to the side as he stares at you.  Both of your hearts break with Angel’s confession.  “No, no, no, no, no!  I want him.

“Ari, go,” you reach down to pick up your crying child and he kicks and screams at you.  Still his cadence about how he wants Ari as his daddy.  “You have had plenty of chances.  The biggest was to get Jax out of our lives.  I can’t.  Do this.”

“Mama, no!” Angel screams as Ari heads out towards this door without another word.  “No!  Ari, I want you as my daddy!  Don’t leave me!  Don’t leave.  Her loves you!  Her really loves you!”

The front door closes, and Angel’s head falls on your shoulder.  His body heaving as he cries for the loss of Ari, and you want to collapse yourself.  Want to beg Ari to come back.  Want to demand to know how he feels, and that this was the last chance.  Desiring nothing more than to tell him you were sorry, but for what?  Ari was the one that disappointed you every time, and it just made you feel it was all in your head.  

“I hate you!” 

“Angel, I’m sorry.  Ari had to go.”

“You took two daddies from me.  Put me down!  I want down!  Put me down!” Placing his small body on the floor, when he runs into his room, slamming the door before you finally allow your own tears to fall, and you can’t stop them.  

Wiping at a never ending waterfall of the briny tears.  Struggling to breathe, and not knowing exactly what you should do.  Your body was begging you to go after Ari and to tell him how you felt.  “I only ever wanted you,” you say out loud when you hear the rumble of his bike.  “I loved you more than you know.”

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[arieslost]

sitting, waiting patiently for lando angst <33

ALSO!! the other day I saw this biker guy jokingly try to push his mate and his backpack off their bike and that was such a biker!lando thing to do to biker!osc and his backpack, couldn't help but giggle and share

i’ll be honest i’m low key hoping that it wins 🤭🤭 we’ll see in a few hours!!

and STOP!!! that is most definitely biker!lando to biker!osc and i’m literally writing that down for future reference 👀 i saw a tiktok the other day that SCREAMED biker!lan to me, idk how to explain it but he was sitting in the seat and his girl was sitting facing him with her hands on the handlebars. he lifted her legs upwards as if to… y’know… so she started sliding backwards and he grabbed her knees to pull her back towards him and put his hands on her upper thighs. and i was like yeah biker!lando would absolutely try something like this. it’s lea_ymh125 on tiktok, the first pinned video. i’ve watched it like 15 times 😫

[lilacevans]

i have biker ari thoughts and i blame sons of anarchy

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Ideas for upcoming fics for NaNoWriMo. Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Slightly older Ari (unknown job as of right now) with bookstore owner reader. She's got her store dialed in on the cozy with walls of books, a fireplace, and plenty of chairs. She's in her early-mid twenties.

He's afraid to make a move because she's 10 yrs younger than him, and he doesn't think she'll want to even give him a shot, but what he doesn't know is that she's had a crush on him since she first laid eyes on him, but because she is curvier than the other girls she's seen him with, she doesn't think she's his type.

Sweet chubby baker Bucky and his tattoo shop owning reader. His ex broke his heart when she dumped him because he had gained a few pounds. She's not the usual dam he would have gone for before, and now he doesn't think he's worth anyone's time. But after she becomes friends with Nat and Steve, she's always in his circle. But now she's gotta figure out how to make him not only see he is worthy of love, but that she won't leave him the way his ex did. Especially once her (mentally abusive) ex starts sniffing around trying to get her back.

My RH/poly bikers(might add one more CEvans character, not sure yet)

Curtis, Bucky "Sarge", and Jefferson have been a team serving under Rogers lead since they were kids. Each one is a ladies/men magnet in their own right. But the only love they have truly shade has been with each other. Until the reader walks in with Bucky's sister. Fresh off a messy break up she wasn't looking for love, she wasn't even looking for a good time. But a smoke break during the rain, and a leather jacket are going to change all of that.

More ideas to come!

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