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Higher Love: Part 7

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The chill of the ice settled in your lungs, the sharp breath of air as you inhaled was as welcoming as it was exhilarating. The moment your skates touched the ice you felt as if you were at home, even if it had just been days since you’d seen the ice, you were where you belonged.

The weekend had come and gone, and the promise Ari made and the heat that was pulsating between you during the pivotal moment where you were joined in the basest and most intense way, had left your entire body feeling as if it was buzzing.

The formal paperwork had been signed, Ari said he was going to file it with the school and the two of you would and could, have your relationship recognized with the school board and the dean. There would be protections put in place for yourself and Ari, the two of you would be held to certain standards, and of course, you had to drop his class.

The two of you would have to avoid as many public displays of affection as you could while you were on school grounds and if the relationship had come to an end, there would be extended support for you as an omega.

It was the perfect end to the stay you had at his place, the acknowledgement of your relationship and the start of courting.

It was the perfect mood booster to skate to, and you’d all but embraced the intensity of the feelings as you warmed up on the ice. You’d secured your headphones beneath your black toque and loaded your favourite playlist onto your phone to fuel your practice time. You were supposed to finalize the steps of your routine for the upcoming competition with the skating club, and your coach had put emphasized pressure on you to soften your landings.

You had thought they were fine, your landings, but your coach had given you a different opinion. Just as he had brought up the topic of your newest weigh-in. He hadn’t been subtle with his disappointment, he hadn’t softened any potential blow when he told you that you needed to drop a few pounds or more in his words and had recommended daily workouts on top of any practices you’d been doing.

He had aimed most of his ire at you and another skater on the team, the two of you certainly skilled technically and theatrically on the ice however coach Tucker hadn’t let your skills as skaters overshadow his idea that you needed to work harder to fit his perceived image of a skater. He had been pushing the two of you for weeks to watch how often and how much you had eaten. It was a secret you hadn’t told anyone.

The comments stung deep, and it took all you had not to cry in front of the alpha who seemed to get a kick out of making omegas, like you, degrade themselves mentally. You wondered if he got some kind of sick pleasure from making omegas feel like shit, or having them bend over backwards to please the cocky, and young, coach.

“I can take you to the big fucking leagues, I’m the best damn coach on the east coast. You’d be smart to listen to me.” His voice had cut through your music choice, his egregious comment making you falter and slip onto the ice.

You caught yourself during one of your upright spins, just as you were starting to shift into another position. You had managed to stop yourself from smashing your head or face on the ice, though your ass would be sore from the fall.

“You’re not going to be good enough if you don’t break yourself.” His voice hit again, and you had pushed yourself to stand, skating a few feet in order to set up the jump that was pivotal to your routine.

As you skated toward the centre of the ice, you came to a stop when the squeak of the door cut through the music playing in your headphones. You had turned your head, an involuntary groan falling from your mouth when two of the more robust alphas and hockey players had come to hang out by the boards of the ice.

You lifted your hands and yanked your headphones out of your ears tucking them into the left breast pocket of your light jacket. You closed the zipper and skated toward them, coming to a sharp stop to send flakes of ice and snow toward Lee and Storm.

“Congratulations, Ice Princess.” Johnny had greet you with a sing-songy tone to his voice that matched the lightness in his eyes, and the smirk that tugged at his lips.

He had come to the edge of the boards wearing one of the teams hoodies and a matching hat that was worn backwards and tipped down. His sleek blonde hair was growing longer and had begun to curl around his ears which had drawn your attention to the sight of a hickey peeking out from the collar of his hoodie.

He was unabashedly standing there with Lee, the two players were still that much taller than you despite you wearing skates, and if it wasn’t the blonde who was snickering like he had a secret, then it was the raven-haired brute.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You rest your hands on the smooth edge of the boards, your narrowed eyes flickering between Lucas Lee and Johnny Storm, suspicions arising when Johnny’s smirk morphed into a full-bore grin.

He was looking at you proudly, amused by whatever secret of yours that they had both known. It was written on their faces, both of them not just Johnny, and you were still just as clueless now as you had been when they had first arrived at the rink. It had only been a few moments before, but every passing second was confusing.

“We were worried about the Ice Princess after her first time playing beer pong, thought you might have needed some help curing your hangover but your cute roommate said you never came home this weekend. Did you enjoy your sleepover with coach Levvy?” Johnny grinned and guffawed with Lee, the two of them and their amusement at your situation was teasing at its core, and you were undecided if you wanted to smack them for it or let it pass.

“Nothing happened.” You settled on the defence, neither willing nor wanting to give Storm more to tease you with. “I was hungover-“

“So you didn’t sleep together?” Lee started, elbowing Johnny.

“And you didn’t fill out whatever bullshit you needed to form an official relationship? You’re already dropped from Lev’s class-“

“How the hell do you know?” The tactic to be defensive had failed, and a sharp hiss had replaced every intent to keep a solid front. “Did Ari tell you?”

“Hardly,” Johnny rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath, “he gave Lee and me an extra two hours of training-“

“You deserve it,” you cocked your hip and leaned against the boards, exhaling in minute relief that was almost immediately squandered by the squeak of the door opening for a second time and your coaches’ raised voice.

“Don’t you have assholes have some other puck bunnies to fuck?” He was unabashed, uninhibited when he snarked at Johnny and Lee, approaching them and then looking at them as if they were dirt beneath his feet.

“This is a closed practice and if you’re looking to get some ass-”

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lucas had growled with a crass intensity that would’ve made anyone feel threatened and intimidated, and yet your coach had barely looked amused.

“You two should probably go…” You muttered quietly, neither wanting a fight nor willing to face the aftermath of your coach’s ire.

“Shouldn’t talk to your skaters that way, asshole.” Johnny had been spurned, and while Lee had started to walk away, he had continued to stand by the boards, almost as if he willed your coach to do something.

“I’ve heard words coming from your mouth, Storm. You hockey players are all the same, screw everything with a heartbeat on and off the ice.” Tension had bubbled, it had built to an entirely new level of toxicity making you fearful of repercussions until Johnny had conceded and began walking away.

The door slammed open and shut.

The heavy thrash of the metal tongue settling into the groove hadn’t eased the tension like you’d hoped, rather it had felt like a fire being fed oxygen and wood to the point where it damn near consumed you.

“My time is precious.” Your coach snarked, cocking a dark eyebrow. “Start skating.”

Ari had been in the middle of grading papers that had come across his desk early, the margins on the paper were marked with notes, corrections and comments for each paper that he had graded. He was halfway through the assigned papers when a chime from his computer had drawn his attention to his campus email.

Ari had minimized one tab for the other, accessing the emails to read the result of the mandatory forms he had filed to give recognition to your courtship.

The approval that came through the email and the recognition that you and Ari could begin a courtship had created a surge of serotonin in the alpha. Despite having a past with other omegas and relationships that could have alluded to a good match, Ari had never really wanted or was willing to commit to mating.

There was always something that had come between him and the great plunge, something internal that prevented him from sinking his teeth into an omega and creating a lifelong bond. He had never felt the draw, the sweeping need to have that inescapable hold, and someone has it over him, on another person.

When he was younger her had focused on his hockey career, when he was done with hockey he focused on being a coach and professor. He was too focused on whipping his players into shape, on taking them to the semi-finals and then playoffs.

It might have been excuses, it might have been nothing more than self-fed lies that he was using as a means to avoid committing to someone he wasn’t drawn to on every level of his being as an alpha.

But now he was sure, now he was ready and he had found the perfect omega.

Ari was so irrevocably drawn to you and everything you were, there wasn’t a single part of him or his hindbrain that hadn’t been focused on you.

He wanted you; he wanted everything about you.

And now it was official.

Relief had swept over him, it settled deep into his bones and delivered the assuredness that he craved. He had never felt so drawn to someone before, he had never felt so sure of anything before.

This was the start of so much for him. Ari was determined to be the best alpha he could have been for you. He wanted to be your shoulder to cry on, he wanted to be the kind of alpha you wanted to turn to without any obligations. He wanted to be your greatest supporter and your strongest ally, doing everything he could to keep you safe and make you happy. That was his goal, that was all he wanted.

Ari re-read the email, his eyes hovered over every single word that had come across his screen and then he sat back against his office chair and raised a hand, shielding his bright grin in his palm. He felt like a young pup again, overeager and excited in an almost uncontrollable manner.

He wished he could have held onto that feeling of pure elation, he wished he could’ve heralded that overwhelming state of glee however it had been overshadowed by the sound of knocking on his door and the slow release of an alphas scent on the other side.

Ari had responded with a soft ‘come in’, and had furrowed his brows when Lucas Lee had crossed the threshold, his ocean blue eyes were darker and tainted with growing aggression.

“Lee-“ Ari spoke his name, his lips pursing as the young alpha had come to stand before his desk and slammed his hands upon the edge.

“That fucker, the coach for the figure skating team, he’s a fucking creep.” Lucas didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t spare any consideration for Ari’s role as his coach and a professor when he cursed under his breath and nearly kicked the edge of the desk in.

“If I were you, I’d lose my fucking mind if he said that kind of shit to my omega-“

“Tucker?” Ari had already begun standing, he had already been afflicted by the first few draws of protective instincts without having to hear any more from Lee.

“The douche said the whole team fucked anything with a heartbeat, he accused Storm and I of wanting a piece of Princess’ ass-“

Ari had pushed his office chair back with the force of his anger, the quiet bang of the back hitting the wood had echoed in the office though neither Lucas nor Ari had paid it any mind. Lucas was still gritting his teeth, he was still cursing out the coach who hadn’t just fucked with you, his friend, but also the omega he was quickly becoming obsessed with.

Ari had left without notice. He had left Lucas Lee alone to deal with his anger on his own, barely catching the aggressive curses as his office door was slammed.

Ari had left Lucas to deal with your coach and had been once again grateful for the official confirmation of your relationship.

It gave him the right to defend you like he wanted.

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Boston Bears: Rugby Player AU Masterlist

Series Summary: This is a series following Chris and Co as Rugby Players. Each story follows a different player and can be read as a stand-alone! Outside of their own story, the reader will be given a name and become an OFC (E.G. Off-Limits reader becomes Elena in Fake Out and following stories, and Tommi in Off-Limits becomes our reader in Fake Out, I hope this makes sense!)

Warnings for each series will be included in their Masterlist!

Rugby Explained

Off-Limits: Chris Evans x Reader

Fake Out: Ari Levinson x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Assist: Johnny Storm x Reader (Coming Soon)

Hat-Trick: Jake Jensen x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Opposition: Curtis Everett x Reader (Coming Soon)

Sin-Binned: Andy Barber x Reader (Coming Soon)

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

I’d like to thank @junipermuses - @royalsweetteaa - @st3rgirl - @foreverenchantingchrisevans for all of their help with creating my first kinktober and their putting up with me annoying them with it💗 and an extra thanks to @foreverenchantingchrisevans for making my kinktober sign💗

🌸𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓-𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑!🌸

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

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3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

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7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

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9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

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12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

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14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

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16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

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17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

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19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

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21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

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23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲... 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🍆💦

well hello friends !! To celebrate Mr. Chris DILF Evans’ birthday, the upcoming father’s day, and because I’m in the mood for DILF-themed things 💦 I’m throwing another party !! focused on dilf-things in terms of vibes/being an actual father, etc. so send asks/requests, besties, and I’ll pick a few !! PSA | Updates | PSA2

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | June 13—14 (REQUESTS CLOSED but party will continue until all chosen requests are done !!)

˚*｡:°ꨄ 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧: we can talk about anything and I’ll also be answering older asks !!

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things dilf-related: dad’s best friend, boyfriend’s dad, best friend’s dad, stepdad, dad!character x mom!reader, dilf/milf, age gap, silver fox, etc. open to soft dark/dark—send anything !!

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #daddy sorry daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

trophy wife!reader x dilf!Ari Levinson | milf!reader

𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥; one shot: dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader*

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot: stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen*

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot: dark!dilf!Ari Levinson takes you to parent teacher night, innocent!babysitter!reader* (dark, vibrating panties)

dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett at his hunting lodge*

cruel: the lake house*

sick of sugarcoatin’: curtis comes over for father’s day*

boyfriend’s dad!Ari*

dad’s best friend!Chris Evans teaches you golf*

best friend’s dad!swim coach!andy is breath control training swimmer!reader by having the reader blow him underwater*

Chris finds out you’re pregnant

boyfriend’s dad!Andy finds out you’re pregnant (not set in Cruel)

[jamneuromain]

Obviously 🤤 + 😳 with Ari Levinson dear Jam.

HOE-KAY! So I'm picturing you and your friend thirsting over this hunk of a man...

Hearty-eyes

Ari Levinson x Reader (You)

Warning: Diving Coach!Ari, Tourist!Reader, getting caught... sort of?), sentences in Italic is spoken in another language.

Summary: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over a man in your native language.

"I can't believe you decided to spend our vacation on another beach." Your friend Asteria sighs, lying back under the warm sunlight, "Still, this resort is not half bad, where did you find it?"

You push the sunglasses over your head, turning lazily in her direction, smirking, "Not many results left after I type in Egypt+beach," reaching a hand to the small table between the two chairs, you grab your drink and sip the cool coconut water, "Plus, you had your share of camels and pyramids and sand in the first three days."

Asteria is a huge fan of ancient history. She selected Latin and Culture and History of Ancient Egypt in her undergraduate years, even if her major was East Asia Studies. While you got bored of this elective focusing on pharaohs and zig-zaw drawings on ancient stones quickly, Asteria followed the whole course and took another elective on Mayan civilization.

This is why when you ought to settle on a destination for your vacation, Asteria booked the first three days of a trip in and out of the desert, when you booked the next three days of one Red Sea Diving Resort.

Which accidentally comes with the hottest diving instructor you have ever met in your entire life.

"Psst, incoming alert." Asteria clutches your arm and shakes so violently, that your drink almost spills from the glass, her eyes rounding like a light bulb, "Hot coach at ten o'clock."

Coming from one of the smallest countries on the planet, you know that your native language is spoken by a small number of people. And at special circumstances, for instance, this hot coach named Ari, you naturally speak your mother tongue so that you could thirst over him with the benefit of no one could ever find out - except for Asteria, who spent four years studying it.

Sharing the same awe-struck expression as Asteria, you lower your sunglasses to have a better look at this brunette Adonis out of the water. He pushes his hair back, with the water beads falling from his chiseled chin and his large hand, dripping wet, not to mention the chest peeking from his diving suit -

"Oh my fucking God, he's looking this way." You squeal so high that you are close to out of air. Even using your native language, you can feel the shyness and nervousness bubbling from your heart and surfacing on your skin. Your face aflame by a simple look he delivers in your direction.

"Oh my - holy fuck, he's coming this way!" Asteria raises her glass to her lips, just to cover the huge grin on her face, "He's so fucking hot. Coach BDE."

"Fuck me." You exclaim, blocking your sight with the local newspaper you took on the way to the beach, because you damn well know that your heart is practically jumping out of your throat if you spare one more glance at the sex god.

"You really should." Asteria tempts you like a rightful friend would, "And tell me if his dick is actually as big as we imagined."

You hiss at her, seeing Coach Ari approaching your direction, "You are a horrible influence - not that he looks unfuckable. Hell, he looks so fuckable with the broad shoulders and the long hair." You whine in the most pathetic voice as he walks past you, "Fuck, I think I'm more soaked than he is."

"Then go talk to him!"

"I can't!"

"Of course you can!" Asteria nudges you in a particularly ticklish spot on your waist, "Go before Coach BDE disappears!"

"What if he says no!"

"You don't know that!" Asteria turns to look at the hot coach, "Great. Now he's gone." As if he has just disappeared on plain sight.

The lingering feeling of your face heating reminds you of the fact that merely with Ari's presence, you are flushed from head to toe. You can't imagine talking to him without embarrassing yourself.

Asteria rolls her eyes and pokes the ticklish spot on your waist again, "I swear, if you don't fuck him, I will annoy you about this for the rest of our lives."

"It's not like I don't want to fuck him!" You huff out in annoyance. Although with Ari gone, for now, you are deep in your thoughts so that you are still talking in your native language, "You know I'm too scared to ask him. I can't exactly go and ask, ' Hi Ari, my friend Asteria said you could be great in bed. May I fuck you?' "

A shadow looms over you. By the looks and widening eyes of Asteria looking at someone behind you, her eyes nearly popping, and the faintest wiggle of her eyebrows, you turn your neck to see the hot coach TM standing behind you, getting a whiplash as a result.

"Yes, of course." Ari simply says. A small smile tugging the corner of his lips, making the fact that he has understood your thirsting conversation painfully obvious. Ari has changed into a blue shirt and shorts, leaving his veiny arm and thick thighs in plain sight. Even though he isn't dripping anymore, you sure as hell still do.

You stutter for a moment, before hastily apologizing, "I'm so sorry, my friends and I were just talking, we didn't mean-"

"Of course, she means that." Asteria doesn't even pretend that she wants to leave the place for you and Ari, "Oops, I've got something going on. Laters babe!" Blowing you a kiss, she snatches her purse and dashes out of sight.

There is nothing smug about Ari's posture as he sits down on Asteria's chair, watching you with his clear blue eyes as you nervously drape the thin bath towel over your bikini. "Sorry about barging in on your conversation. My apologies for eavesdropping." His sharp canines bite into his plump lower lip, those mesmerizing eyes search for any sign that you could've felt offended by his movements.

"No... I should be the one to say sorry." The blood rushes to your cheeks again, you could literally ignite a match with your burning face, "... about ... um, what I've said."

"Please. I'm flattered, if anything," Ari takes a deep breath. If you were looking closely enough, you would realize the tip of his ears is painted with a faint color of pink, "Have you had dinner yet? I know a great place that cooks squabs."

The refusal is almost on instinct, but you think of the encouragement (and the threat) Asteria made before her departure, and the words roll off your tongue, "I'd love to."

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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 1

Summary:  Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston.  And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden.  But continues to use them as a bargaining agent.  Each daughter has their own journey and story.  Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak.  And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other.  His pretty little flowers.  His major point of bribery.  But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.

Pairings:  August Walker X Orchid, Nick Fowler X Lotus, Jax Teller X Dahlia, Jack Bass X Violet, Ari Levinson X Lavender

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, masturbating (F), arranged marriages, misogyny, age gap, power imbalance, implied abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8k

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Mr. Levinson?” Ari looks up from his magazine he had just been staring at, annoyed at all the clearance that was necessary for this job.  It was a house completely out in the middle of nowhere.  A house so far off the beaten path, one would assume they were in an endless loop of trees.  “Miss Romano will now see you.  Should you be hired, make sure you wear different shoes.”

Ari glances at his old worn boots; a bit dusty, stained in paint, and sure a bit dirty.  He didn’t ask to come to this ridiculously white office.  Why was everything so white?  Not even a fingerprint in sight.  Possibly the rumors of burned off fingerprints was factual.

His heavy footfalls carry him into Miss Romano’s office, and she looks up from her computer glaring at him.  “I didn’t ask to come here, sweetheart,” Ari smirks, planting himself on a white coach, and she grimaces at him.  Even she is decked out in white.  Head to toe.  White business dress that clings to every inch of her curves.  Some things never changed.  She hadn’t aged a day.

“Mr. Levinson, we take people going to Waverley Road very seriously,” her long manicured fingers tap on the desk, and she slides her chair back.  Walking in front of the desk to lean against the edge.  His eyes roam up and down every inch of her, “And we take people abusing the ability to get onto the property very seriously.  You understand what you are signing on for?  People not directly involved in my family’s business rarely ever make it this far.”

“Family business, huh?  Is that what they’re calling the mafia these days?”

“I’m not quite sure I follow, Mr. Levinson,” Ari nods his head, even though he is aware that she knows exactly what he’s referring to.  “A background check was done on you.  A lot of petty crime.  You will not be permitted inside of the house.”

“Why?  Do you have a princess locked up in that tower?” The woman stands unmoving.  They did.  They had some princess locked in there all alone in the middle of nowhere, “Just how many flowers of Waverley Road are there?  I lost count.”

“Mr. Levinson.”

“Rumors of the Romano flowers are all throughout the city.  None as beautiful as you, Miss Lotus Romano.  Unwed because she’s unfit, and can’t be used as a bargaining tool.  Magnus knows her worth, and wants to keep his pretty little daughter happy.  Which one finally was sold to the highest bid of Jack Bass?  Which one gets to be bought by Bart Bass?  The Romanos are in the Basses pocket, and everyone knows it.  Can’t forget your little delinquent of a sister.  Has she ever been found?”

“Are you finished, Mr. Levinson.  Insulting my family is not a great way to get a job.  I am the one allowing you into our family mansion.  I am the one that will either give you this job, or take it away from you.  Do not question my authority in my family,” Ari’s eyes slowly blink close as he tilts his head to her.  Leaning back and getting more relaxed in his chair.

“The last interview I had there was only three files on your secretary’s desk.  You don’t have too many people vying for a chance to work for your family.  I believe I’m all that you’ve got.  You don’t have a choice.  My work is good and clean.  And I come with great references.  Where is Nicky?  Getting his cock sucked by some bimbo?”

“Now that is enough,” she slaps her hand on the desk, turning her back to Ari.  He could speak all he wanted to about her family, but bring up Nick, and she shuts down, and shows emotion.  She calmly picks up her phone, ringing her secretary, “Cici, have Nick escort Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road.  If he’s to have anyone working with them, they have to be cleared with me, and he’s only allowed one person.”

“Uh, Frank Adler?” Ari clears his throat, because a request for some help had already been sent in.  If it hadn’t made it to Lotus, there was no telling when Frank would be approved.

“His file is being processed.  That may take a couple of weeks.”

“A couple of weeks?  How the fuck am I going to get any work done?”

“Figure it out,” Lotus gently lays her phone back on the receiver.  Walking around to her chair, and ignoring Ari, “You may go.  Nick will make sure you make it to Waverley Road in one piece.  And if Mr. Adler should be cleared, he will join you.  There is a small house in front of the mansion, you can stay there, Frank as well, should he be approved.  Make sure that you have your bags packed.  You’re going to be stuck on Waverley Road until all the repairs are finished.  Should you need something, Nick can be of assistance.  Should you want to leave, don’t.  We own you now, Mr. Levinson.”

Bitch.  Ari stands, and walks back out to the foyer, waiting on his former roommate.  Lotus really was the cold bitch that everyone claimed that she was.  Heart of stone, and no fucks given, but she had a weakness.  This is what Ari wanted and needed.  And he had completed this part.  Now onto the mansion.

Nick looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair when he looks at his phone, “Hey, sweetheart.”

“I asked you not to call me that while in this building.  Mr. Levinson was approved.  You need to take him to Daddy’s summer mansion.”

“Isn’t your baby sister there?” Nick did not foresee the luck of having the most awkward and needy of the sisters at the mansion.  A girl that would open up to anyone that was giving her attention.

“And that’s where she will stay, until Daddy decides what he’s going to do with her.  There are a few that she has caught the eye of.  Don’t know if they are profitable though.”

“You know casually talking about your sisters being in an arranged marriage is a little concerning.  Should I be alarmed?” His eyebrow cocks up as he shuts down his office.

“I’ve got the files, Nicky.  No one has ever asked for my hand in marriage, and Daddy has never offered.  I supposed I’m going to remain an old spinster that is too smart for this whole operation.”

“Would you take marrying someone you’re in business with?  Like, I don’t know, the man that has no one above him in this family, but your father?” He would continue to ask any chance he got, until she said yes.

“You forget, this is only business.  Don’t confuse casual sex with anything more than a fix.  Take Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road.”

“Make sure you’re waiting at my house, in one of the pretty little lace numbers I got you.  I’ll take your Mr. Levinson to the mansion, and explain the ground rules.  I’ll see you when I return,” he doesn’t wait for a response.  He never does.  And she is always waiting for him.  Every time.  Giving him so much, and so little all at the same time.  It was infuriating that the one thing he wanted, she was still keeping guarded.  Her heart.

He struts out into the waiting room, snapping a finger towards Ari, “Follow me.  You sure know how to piss people off, you know that?”

“Well, what’s the fun in knowing I got the job if I can’t play around a bit?  So Lotus Romano?”

“What?” Nick stops to turn around and look at the man.  Ari is a beast.  Taller than most men he had ever seen, and wide.  His skills we’re definitely better suited in other avenues besides a carpenter.  

“Who is at this mansion?” Ari gives his old friend a wink.  Nick was not someone he wanted to piss off.  He needed Nick, and clearly he and Lotus did not want to joke about their ‘relationship’.

“It’s best if you leave that one alone,” Nick responds, spinning on his heels and continues to the parking garage.

“Why is that?” Dig a bit more.  It was what Ari is good at.  Get more information, and if she was as pretty as her sisters, how bad could it be?

“She’s barely legal.”

“Ahh, but she is legal.  Is she promised to someone?  Chuck Bass maybe?  Would he finally sell one of his daughters to a more age appropriate man?  How is Jack’s new bride?” Nick grunts out his own frustrations.  Magnus was living in the dark ages.  “He had all those girls for more than having children, huh?”

“I don’t want to talk about them.  They have very little say in what he’s doing.  Lavender will fall in line like her sisters before her.”

“Worked out well for Dahlia,” Ari surmises, settling himself in Nick’s car.  “How is she?”

“Teller keeps her busy.  She got what she wanted.  Away from the Basses, and away from her father.”

“And why do you suppose that is?” Nick keeps his eyes on the road.  As long as Ari didn’t bring up Lotus, he was okay.  No one ever got away with speaking about her.  “So, Jack’s bride complied, and the Basses still funded Magnus’ dying empire.  He’s nothing without the Basses.  He basically became a tool for them.  They’ll continue to use him to get what they want, and when they’re done, well, you know what will become of Magnus and his daughters.”

“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Nick turns to glare at Ari.  A man that talked a big game about something he was not technically a part of.  It was complicated.

“Nothing.  I’m just a carpenter.  Being forced to live out in the middle of nowhere, I can't leave my base until the repairs are done.  Out there all alone with nothing to keep me busy but a barely legal flower.”

“Going inside of the house is unwise.  You are to stay outside,” another warning of staying outside, and not entering the house.

“Why?  Is there something wrong with Rapunzel?”

“She is to be kept chaste,” Ari snorts.  They were never really chaste.  None of them.  People talk.  Little girls locked up in towers always had their vices.  Their way with men and women to get what they wanted.  More so of what they needed.  “Bart isn’t interested.  However, there are others that are looking at Lavender.  The flowers of Waverley Road are now a legend.”

“What about Lotus,” Nick warps the car over to the side of the road, and wraps his hand over Ari’s throat.  “Easy.  We’re on the same side.”

“You do not deserve to speak her name,” Nick spits out at him.  That was his first strike.

“What happens when she’s sold to the highest bidder?  Dahlia was smart, she got out while she could.  Leaving her sister to be claimed and promised to Jack.  Lotus isn’t promised to anyone.  Do you think that will last?  Do you think her father won’t sell her?”

“She’s valuable on her own.  Magnus needs her, and her brains.”

“And her sisters are nothing but the flesh in between their legs?  I see.  Things worked out well for Orchid,” the oldest of the sisters.  The one who stood tall and proud.  Walked side by side with her husband.  A man that would kiss the ground she walked on, if she asked.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nick huffs, putting the car back into gear.  Turning onto the famed road, and the long journey to the mansion.  No one ever knew or understood the Romano family.  Even Nick, despite Lotus randomly dropping tidbits.

“Do I not?  I’m risking my life being here.”

“No one asked you to,” Nick whispers.  It was a lie.  One that they were both aware of.  Ari was asked.  And it was worth the risk, should he be successful.  

Trees are so heavy down this road a lesser man would feel as if he was losing his mind.  There was nowhere to go but forward, or back from which you came.  No one dared to come out this far, and judging by the security stations on the way in, they would never make it to the point that they currently are.  Guarded by more than the maddening forest.

It was boring.  No wonder he was being asked to live on the property.  “How much land does Magnus own?”

“All of it,” Nick answers with finality.  Ari had pissed him off.  Nick was easy to talk to, until you made him get into his head about Lotus.  “You are not to go into the mansion.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“There’s your quarters,” Nick points at a small cabin, not at all grand.  “It’s big enough to sleep at least four people.  You will be given a car that you can commute from here to the mansion.  You are not to step foot inside.  Lavender can be a bit persuasive, you are not to listen to her under any circumstance.  However, should her life be in danger, you risk yours to save her.  That is how it goes.  You wanted to be surrounded by the flowers.  You are.  And this…”

A gigantic mansion comes into view.  An otherworldly and old look to it with ivy growing up the sides.  It looks haunted.  Should anyone happen to unluckily stumble upon it, it would terrify them.  And right by the pool was a gorgeous and completely nude young woman sunbathing.

“My god,” Nick, irritated puts his car into park.  “She was told you were coming today.  Cover your eyes,” Ari would not.  Perfect tits on that one.  She was hot, and she knew it.  Fresh Brazilian wax.  She wanted to be seen.  “Lavender!  Put some fucking clothes on.”

Her mouth turns up into a smirk, but she doesn’t move, “If I am to live out here all alone, I’m going to take advantage of the privacy.”

“And I told you,” she stands up, and Ari gets a full body look at her, turning back around to awkwardly bend over to gather her hat.  Awkward because she wanted Ari to see her puffy, velvety, and scrumptious cunt.  “Lavender!”

“Aw, Nicky, don’t look as I walk away,” Nick turns away from her, and grabbing both tits, she jiggles them just for Ari to see.  Ari would not be staying away from her.  She wanted to show him her body, and he was going to look.  “I’m going inside to fuck myself.”

“I hate you.  How am I ever going to tell your sister about this?”

“Just don’t tell her I put a strap on my giant teddy,” Ari likes her.  He was sure she was more talk than anything.  But she needed it.  Bad.  “Daddy has me out here all by myself, I should be able to have some fucking fun!”

“Go fuck your teddy bear then!” Lavender flips his back off before finally walking into the house.  She wasn’t entirely lying, and wasn’t entirely telling the truth.  Fixing the roof she was told.  She was aware of the area where the roof leaked.  And she had a plan.  If she was going to be out here bored while all her sisters got to have a man touch them, she was going to have some fun.  With the carpenters.

“Ignore her.”

“How can I?  My god, she either needs someone to lay her over their lap and spank her ass, or she needs a real good fucking,” he tilts his head, trying to continue to look at her.  Still she was shaking her tits at him.  Pinching her nipples, before walking away.

“She’s a liar.  All she wants is attention, and you’re giving it to her,” Nick slaps Ari in the back of his head.  Ari and her could potentially be a problem, or the best thing they didn’t plan on, “Your boxes will be coming here by tonight.  This is the key to your car.  There is the garage.  I’ll have Lotus message you the key codes for everything.  And stay out of the fucking house.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ari groans, getting out of the car.  “This my supplies?” He asks, pointing over to a mountain of lumber and boxes upon boxes of things.

“Yes.  Have fun, Ari.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  Also, Magnus and the other girls will be here tonight for dinner.  Make sure you’re at home.”

“So you’re saying if I want to fuck the princess I better do it before tonight?” He bites at his lip, looking back into the house, hoping to see those perfect tits.

“I’m saying don’t be looking at tits, and have nothing done before they get here,” jumping into his car, Nick drives back into the city, and back to Lotus’ office.  Speaking of fucking, she owed him dessert.  She could continue her work, while he feasted on the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

Ari looks up at the mansion, wondering where Lavender had gone.  He just wanted to have some fun, and enjoy something nice to look at.  Instead he starts opening up a few of the containers.  Sweat pours down his brows as he unloads everything.  Minor repairs, and it would get done faster with a crew.  But Magnus didn’t want a crew here.

Hearing one of the sweetest little moans, he looks towards a window.  There she was.  Still needing to be seen.  Playing with her tits, and grinding on the arm of a couch.  Ari completely knows why Magnus didn’t want a crew.  She is looking straight at him begging, “Ari!” She whines, placing her hands in front of her to grind even faster.

Her tits look even more amazing as she works herself over the furniture.  “Ari, the door is unlocked.”

“Well, hell,” it was an invitation, and who was he to say no.  Walking into the mansion, and breaking the one main rule he has, he follows her desperate sounds.  Tiptoeing into a sitting room,  and there she was.  One of the most amazing women he had ever met.  What a welcome gift he was getting.  “What cha doing?”

“Imagining I was riding you?” She was needy.  Moving over this arm of the couch like her life depended on it.  “You like my titties?”

“Oh I love them.  You making a mess on the couch?”

“Uh huh.  You can lick it up if you want.  You can play with my tits, too.”

“Oh, I think I want you to lick it up,” her eyes go wide as she stares up at him.  Black seas of lust in her eyes, glossy and still so innocent.  He steps closer, reaching out to pinch both of her nipples.  “You never been talked to like that?  If you want to be a desperate little slut, I can treat you like one.”

He rolls her nipples in between his fingers, and she arches her back, bringing herself closer to him.  Moving her hands behind her, Ari sees her pretty puffy lips spread over the leather.  A trail of slick gathering on the arm.  She was a pretty little thing.  “I’m going to suck your tits, okay?”

“Uh huh, please!” He wanted his fingers in her.  His mouth closes around one nipple, and her body loses self control.  Screaming out his name, until he pulls off her with a pop.  Looking at her wide eyed at her outburst.  Her juices drip down onto the couch and floor.

“Did you just squirt from me barely sucking on your nipple?”

“What?” Ari’s hand swipes up her honey, showing her just how soaked his fingers are.  “I uh…”

“Show me your pussy.  I’ll taste that, too.  If you think sucking on your nipples feels amazing.  Sucking on you right here,” his finger touches her clit, and she shivers, mewling out his name, while her body searches for more pressure from him.  “Show me.”

Lavender scoots down onto the couch, legs already spreading wide, and Ari gulps.   She was an easy target, “Tell me, sweetheart,” Ari begins as he gets down to his knees, smiling down at her bare and leaking cunt, “Who visits out here?” His hand lays flat over her mound, and she squeals.  “Uh uh, who visits out here?”

“No — no one.”

“I don’t feel like you’re being truthful.  Big house, sweet little slut like you, all alone with just me.  What would happen if I fucked you right here?”

“No!” She shakes her head no rapidly, and when he tries to remove his hand she slaps her own over his.  “You can play with me.  No sex.”

“We did just meet, hmm?” leaning a bit closer, his hand slides up to spread apart her lips, giving just the most sweet kiss over her bundle of nerves.  “Who comes out here?  Your father?” Peering up at her, his tongue flicks over her little bean, and Lavender struggles to talk.

“Sometimes.  I don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“Who else?” She gives him a little pout, trying to pull him closer to her heat.  Needing nothing more than to have him kitten lick her again.  “No, you tell me who else comes here, and I’ll suck on this clit, until you’re coming in my mouth.  Maybe put a finger in that sweet puss.”

“Bus-bus-business associates.  The Basses, and…some man I don’t know.  Please, Ari, I want you to put a finger in me.”

“Only one for now.  Maybe you can figure out who else is coming here for me, and I’ll give you even more fingers.  I don’t want anyone to walk in on me feasting on your cunt.  Just be a good girl for me, and I’ll make sure to ruin you, okay?”

She nods her head, and Ari dives right in.  Wrapping his lips around her overly sensitive clit, and swiping a finger up and down her slit.  Letting her get good and squirmy until he sinks one finger in.  Her walls immediately start pulsing around him.  She was a responsive little thing.  A perk of the job he supposed.  Get information and get to fuck her.  It wasn’t a bad trade off.

Pumping his finger in and out of her, and her hips start to move with him.  Her hands squeeze on her tits.  Magnus was a fucking idiot.  Leaving this pretty young thing that was begging to be fucked all alone.  And she had a mouth on her.  Willing to say anything as long as she was touched and got off.  

She was ridiculously tight.  Clearly she was pretty inexperienced.  Which made her a danger to herself.  Or maybe she was the perfect daughter to sell to pay for his next business venture.  He was an idiot.  She wouldn’t be inexperienced when Ari finished with her.

“Ar-Ar-Ari!” His arm was dripping in her cream and slick.  Lines of arousal puddles into his hand, and the loudest squelching sounds he had ever heard echo in the empty house.  She is just about gone.  Dumb and pliable.  Just for Ari.  “Ari!” She screams, gushing into his mouth.  “Ari!” Her voice starts to go soft as she pushes him away, “Stop.  Stop, I’m throbbing.”

“Yeah,” he leans back, wiping her honey off his beard.  Keeping her lips spread, “Look at that little clit.  It’s all swollen.  You can see your heartbeat in it.  Did you have fun, Rapunzel?”

“Uh-huh,” she is mesmerized looking down at her little hole.  He had made her feel things that she had never felt before.  They both watch as he drags his finger out of her quivering hole, and he gives it a long stare.  Projecting spit onto her spread cunt before rubbing it in.  Giving her sensitive nub a flick, she trembles.  “Can we do it again?”

“Remember what I said, princess,” Ari slips his soaked up fingers past her lips, and like a good girl, she sucks her juices and his spit off him.  “And I’ll look at and taste that cunt whenever you want me to.  But I hear your family is coming over tonight.  You better clean up your mess.  You’d hate daddy to see what a mess you made.  Maybe next time I’ll let you fuck my fingers.  Just have them there while you and those pretty tits bounce.  Run along.  Don’t wear clothes the next time I see you.”

She sits up, and hungrily kisses on Ari’s mouth.  Tasting her arousal and moaning before she sits back, making her tits jiggle for him before going to get some things to clean up the mess.  She was trouble.  But what a fun trouble she was going to be.

“Daddy!” The oldest of the Walker children runs up to his father.  Jumping into his father’s arms, and August throws him up in the air.  “Daddy, we’re going to the castle when you get dressed.”

“I know, buddy.  You want to pack you and sissy some toys?  I think mama said we’re staying the night.  It’s such a long drive back out to the city,” he sets his son down, and Tripp runs off to gather some toys, while August heads into the bedroom, seeing his beautiful wife zipping up their suitcase.

“You’re late,” she answers shortly.  Standing up, only to smooth her dress down, refusing to look her husband in the eyes.  “Carys is asleep, and going to be in a foul mood at dinner all because you are late.”

“Orchid, honey, I’m not here to argue.  I’m here to change, so we can leave.”

“This has put us thirty minutes behind.  And,” her words get lost in her mouth as August steps up to her and starts kissing on her neck.  “Don’t try to butter me up.  Carys is going to be in an ill mood because…mmm — because we’ll have to wake her up from her nap,” his kisses always are the best.  Scattering kisses all down her chest, before the softest peck is placed on her lips.

“Carys is going to get to spend the night with her aunt Lavender.  Tripp as well.  And mommy and daddy get to have fun all night long, and not worry about anything,” dipping his hand under her dress he grabs a handful of her breast.  “And mommy is going to let daddy ravish her.”

“Auggie…” she starts to pant out, leaning more into him.  Eyes glazing over as she slips into a submissive state.

August clears his throat, and steps away quickly, leaving her to huff out in irritation, “Honey, we’re already late.”

“You’re insufferable.  The reason you’re late?” August silently walks into their closet, beginning to change into something a bit more casual.  Not saying anything, “I see.  The family business.”

“Did you know that your father hired a carpenter, finally.  He went out to the property today.  I hear your sister gave him quite the greeting.”

Orchid steps to the edge of their closet watching her sexy husband change, and all with a blank face, “Daddy’s stupid.  You know how Lavender is.  And why shouldn’t she be?  Babied by all of us, and mostly Daddy.  He’s kept her away from everything, and…” Orchid takes a deep calming breath, looking down at her wedding ring, and August catches the gesture.  “She has no idea.”

“Did an arranged marriage turn out so bad for you?”

“You are only a few years older than me.  Dahlia ran away.  Lotus is praying Daddy never takes her away from Nick, and Violet…don’t make me think about that.  He’s old.  He’s too old for her.  She’s twenty-five.”

“And he’s forty-five.”

Orchid chuckles, turning to go back to their bedroom before placing a family photo in his hands, “Are you going to make our daughter marry someone that is twenty years older than her?  Keep her hidden away from men so she’s a virgin when she’s married.  This is medieval shit, August.”

“Jack paid handsomely.  And your sister was no virgin,” Orchid rolls her eyes, starting to walk away, but August grabs onto her wrist, “And no.  I would never make Carys marry anyone.  I’m not the head of a goddamn mafia family.  You know…you know why he does this.”

“We didn’t ask for this, August.  We’re just pawns in this fucking game, and we have no say.  If…I got lucky.  Lotus is trying to play by Daddy’s rule, and all she wants is Nick.  One sister runs away so she’s not sold to Jack, so he buys the next one.  And what of Lavender?  She’s twenty, and…”

“Bart isn’t interested.  Chuck on the other hand,” August shrugs, buttoning up his shirt, “Plus, from my understanding another is interested.  She could be married in a few years.  She’ll finally get what she desires above all else; a man’s admiration.  I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“Oh?” She cocks up her eyebrow, getting distracted from whimpering cries on the monitor, and August starts to leave the closet.  Heading straight towards their daughter’s room.  “No, you do not ignore me, August Walker.  Why should I not have to worry about Lavender being sold?”

“You make it sound so gross.  It’s business.  You and your sister agreed to it.  It’s not like Lavender can’t get out, just like Dahlia did.”

“Answer me,” she stomps her foot outside of Carys’ bedroom.  Brows furrow as she stares up at her husband.  “Do not open her door, until you answer me.”

“Our daughter is crying.”

“August?”

“Remember when I told you the less you know the better off you are?  You don’t know how to lie, so it’s best if you know nothing.  Go get Tripp, and let’s head out to the mansion.  I’ll make sure she’s changed, okay?” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, but somehow August always managed to keep her and the babies safe.  

“Fine,” she answers, turning to fetch their son.  Letting August deal with their toddler.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy, I cy,” she stumbles out of her bed, reaching her arms up high for him.

“I know, baby.  We’re going to go to the castle tonight.”

“Ooh!  Pity dess.”

“Yep, mommy picked out a beautiful dress for you.  Let’s change you, and take you to the potty, it’s a long drive, okay?  You gonna sleep with Lav Lav tonight?” She gives him a nod, and wiggles out of his arm to go to the bathroom, while August sighs.  Things were falling into place, but the only thing that mattered to him were the three people in this apartment.  He would pull out immediately to keep them safe.  And everyone knew exactly where he stood.

Dahlia takes a long drag of the joint before handing it up to Jax who finishes the roach.  Turning to look back at his wife who was staring up at the giant mansion, “We don’t have to go in.”

“Yeah, we do,” she leans up against his back, rubbing her hand over his thigh, “I need to make sure they’re okay.  I was supposed to marry Jack.”

Jax hisses through his teeth, laying his hand over her own, “But you didn’t.”

“She did though.  She’s a child.”

“And we’re doing what we have to, including her, to make sure the same fate doesn’t fall to Lavender.  She’s convinced herself that Jack and Violet are in love,” her hand flips around, and she weaves her fingers in his.  Almost ten years of marriage, and Jax was still her best friend.  “She lives in a fantasy world to protect herself.  It’s easier to believe that her sister is just a princess that was rescued from this tower.  Lavender is emotionally stunted.  She’s created this reality to save herself.”

“Stop trying to make sense.  I hate it here.  I hate everything about this place.”

“Yeah, but don’t we get to have fun now.  You’re the badass black sheep of the family.  Tattoos, piercings, and married to an outlaw.  How does it feel to break the system?” Jax was the only thing that saved her.  He was worth the risk of running away, and eloping the day she turned eighteen.  Her father was unable to keep his promise to Jack.  That time.

“I hate him,” Jax, turns back on the bike to look at her again.  “Your father and Jack.  If given the chance, I want to kill them.”

“You can’t talk like that.  Especially not here.”

“I can.  I want them both dead.  Violet shouldn’t have to be a shell at the age of twenty-five.  She’s going through the motions to be a carbon copy of Orchid.  This deal was sick.  Your father is a piece of shit.  Magnus Romano will meet his demise.  I just want to pull the trigger,” Jax could almost taste his blood already.  He would pay for what he made his daughters do.  

“There’s a timing for everything, babe.  Come on.  Let’s get our quarterly dinner over with.  I’m good and high.  Now I need a drink,” Dahlia’s eyes narrow as a man walks out the front of the house with a shit eating grin.  “Mother fucker,” she grouses, slapping Jax’s leg.  “Ari?”

“Well, look at what the cat drug in,” Jax holds out his hand for a shake, but Ari declines.  “What gives?”

“I haven’t washed my hands since I’ve been here.  It’s a bit nasty and rude.  What…what are you two doing here?  Didn’t think the jackass Magnus let the likes of you two step foot into his place anymore.”

“Quarterly visits.  What were you doing in the house, Ari?” Dahlia slings a leg over the bike, and walks right up to him.  “No men allowed.”

“I was invited in.”

“You better leave that one alone.  She’s desperate.  Ow,” Jax holds onto his chest where Dahlia smacked him.  “What?  Come on, that girl is.  She is so needy living out here all alone.  She gets fucking bored.”

“No.  Men.  Allowed, Ari.  Keep your grimy little…ew, haven’t washed your hands you disgusting asshole.  Get…get out of here!”

“You coming by my little humble cottage to stay?  Maybe we can smoke a little?  Chat?” Ari laughs, wiping his beard again, only to get hit by Dahlia.  “She’s like a little chihuahua, Teller.  I’m only joking,” he pushes her away with one hand when she tries to smack him again.  “She’s like a big chihuahua.”

“It’s not safe to talk here,” Jax reminds Ari.  “Especially not high.”

“Well, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.  I’m only allowed to have one person on my crew.  But she has been very easy and forthcoming.  Easy, tiger.  My god, you know how I am,” Dahlia had heard all about Ari’s sexual prowess, and he was working it on her sister now.

“You keep your hands to yourself, Levinson.”

“She’s a big girl.  Let her have some fun.  Teller, loosen her up a bit.  Maybe she needs another good fuck on the bike.”

“Shut up, man.  We’ll see you after dinner.  We don’t stay here,” Jax nods his head at Ari as he walks towards the garage for his on property car.  “Babe, don’t take what that man says to heart.”

“He touched my baby sister.”

“And she needs to be touched.  Everybody wins here.  Keep your head on right.  Go on in.  I’ll be in your old room, you visit with Lav.  Sounds like she needs some tough love talk from you.  Let her have fun, but maybe remind her sex doesn’t equal love.  Not in this world.”

——

“No,” Jack answers, putting on his watch as he stares at his wife.  “I don’t like that dress.  Put on the black one.  And we’re not staying at your father’s house.  It smells musty there.  Nor do I want to be around the likes of Teller,” he looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair before leaning back down to snort up another line of cocaine.

“No bra.  I like when you get cold, and your nipples point out,” Violet slowly closes her eyes as she reaches for the black dress that Jack had laid out of her.  Looking at her arm to see the tiniest healed mark.  Lotus helped keep it a secret.  He hadn’t discovered the implant.  She didn’t want children with him.

“And put on the Tom Ford perfume.  Last time you wore that Dior one, and it gave me a headache.  Never wear that again.  I left the jewelry I wanted you to wear out as well.  I heard Chuck was asking about your sister.  How much do you think she’ll cost?”

“I don’t know, dear,” Violet says walking out of the closet.  She is the perfect trophy wife.  She stands there, looks pretty, listens to everything she says, and lets him fuck her like an animal.

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Yes, sir,” she responds, her voice devoid of any emotions.  “We should probably leave,” he pulls down the top to her black dress, exposing her completely.  “Jack.”

“I just wanted to look at you.  They’re perky, and pretty.  Mmm, if I could I’d make you take my cock in front of your family, so they could see how much I own you.  Let’s go,” he says, slapping her ass before pulling her dress back up.  “You know, I think I actually liked the navy one better.  This jewelry will still work with it.  Go ahead, change, but let me watch.”

“Yes, sir,” obedient, but sad.  Emotionless and going through the motions.  This isn’t at all how she saw married life.  Everyday used as a sex doll, and humiliated even when it was the two of them.  But Jack had paid a pretty price for her body, so now she is to be the trophy on his arm.  The one he got to show off in front of all his friends.  And she is but a vessel.

Magnus takes a puff of his cigar as he walks through the door.  Hearing a dramatic cough from his oldest daughter, “Daddy, my kids aren’t used to smoking.”

“My house.”

“My kids.  Either you put it out, or we leave,” no one ever goes against Magus’ words.  No one argues.  No one tells him what he will do.  Until Orchid had children.  He wanted her to marry August, she did.  August had taught her a lot of things.  Having a backbone was one of the many.

“Thank you,” she says when her dad lays down his cigar.  It was a disgusting habit.  “Tripp’s birthday is in a few weeks.  My baby is going to be four, can you believe it?”

“I’m sure August is ecstatic for having a boy to carry on his name.  Some of us were not so lucky.  Even though we tried.  Tried lots of times.  August, my boy,” Magnus leaves her side to shake August’s hand.  Ignoring Carys completely, even though she is in his arms.

Flashbacks of the many times her father had ignored her flow through her head.  Carys reaches a hand up to August’s mouth, and he kisses over it.  Looking down at her quickly before continuing on with the conversation.  August would never ignore her.  And August was not Magnus.  She reminds herself by picking up their son, needing to touch his chubby cheeks.  

“Daddy, we should eat,” Violet says out loud, grimacing when her hand is squeezed by her husband.  Her eyes look down at the floor, ashamed for speaking up.

“Where is my princess?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dahlia rolls her eyes, walking into the dining hall.  “She’ll make her grand entrance when we sit down.  She needs to be seen, and admired.  Let’s go,” she takes her seat with Jax, as far away from her father as possible, while the rest of the group follow.  

Magnus takes his seat at the head of the table, eyes looking towards the door when his youngest daughter bounces in, “Hey Daddy,” she gives him a kiss before reaching to grab her niece, “Hey, my darling angel.  You want to sit with me and Tripp?” Carys nods her head, loving any moment she gets to spend with her aunt.  

“Daddy, can I get clearance to go to a museum tomorrow?”

“No, I’ll have Tyler bring you some more art supplies here.  Just give him a list of what you need.”

“But Daddy…”

“I said no,” his hand slaps on the table, and Lavender looks down at Carys, trying to fake a grin, but is embarrassed all the same.  “I’m glad we’re all here.  It was high time we spent some time together.  Especially you, Dahlia,” it was best not to engage in his words.  Nothing good ever came from it.  She bites her tongue, her fingers digging into her husband’s thigh.  

“Eat,” he announces again, watching his family start to place food on their plate.  Missing how Jack is the one to make the plate for Violet.  While all her sisters are making their own plate, she waits for her new husband to put what he deems is the right amount for her to eat.  

“Daddy?”

“Not now, princess,” Magnus glares at his youngest daughter, who gives him a quick pout.  “What?”

“When do I get to be married?  Or date?  Or leave the mansion?  Or have a boyfriend?” Violet turns to look at her sister with her mouth agape.  Lavender had no clue how this worked.  She also thought this was a fairytale.

“I just want the big beautiful wedding, and someone to come home to me every night.”

“Princess, you’re too young.  Live a little,” she gives him a pout; her signature move with him, and it’s Orchid that clears her throat.

“There’s more to love than just a wedding, Lav.  I don’t like this talk at the dinner table.  This always ends in an argument, and if that happens my kids and I going to the bedroom.  They are hungry.  And they will eat.  And that is the end of this conversation,” Orchid gives her youngest sister the sweetest smile she can muster.  “Marriage is a commitment.”

“Everyone else is married though!” Lotus rolls her eyes, starting to tap her fingers on the table.  “Don’t act like you and…”

“Enough!” She shouts at her sister.  “Eat your food, and listen to what Orchid says.  If you behave, I’ll make sure you are brought canvases, and just remember, I have eyes everywhere.  How was your day laying in the sun in your new bikini?”

“It was fine,” Lavender lies.  Nick told on her.  It wasn’t her fault.  She was bored out of her mind and Ari was sexy, and paid attention to her.  And he made her feel so good.  Eventually he would have sex with her, and then she could marry him.  They would see.  They would all see.

“It’s always a joy coming here,” Dahlia smarts, kicking her leg over to Lavender.  “I’ll come by and see you this summer.  Wouldn’t want you to stay all alone,” Magnus lets out a groan.  The idea of Dahlia infiltrating his sweet Lavender’s mind was not something he wanted.  But he wanted a nice meal even more.

Dinner becomes mostly quiet until Magnus scoots his chair back abruptly, “I have to leave.  Lav, I’ll have some art supplies sent to you abruptly.  Stay out of trouble.  I’ll be back in a month.”

“A month?” Lavender complains when he walks out the door.  “While I am here by myself forever and for all eternity.”

“A dramatic little brat that…” Jack’s hand moves to Violet’s leg, and she stops immediately.

“We should be leaving, too.”

“It’s late,” Orchid stands to walk towards her son.  Picking him up from his chair, and kissing over his head.  “Violet has her own living space here.  You can leave in the morning.”

“We’re good tonight.  Violet sleeps better in her own bed.  I also have an early morning, and I don’t feel like commuting, everyone have a wonderful day.  Violet, to the car.”

“Yes, sir,” while she heads towards the door, without hugs from her sister, Jack bows his head towards the Romanos, following behind her.  

“I don’t like that prick,” Jax grunts.  “What happened to her personality?”

“She’s in love, and married,” Lavender tries to argue.

“You are a child.  That is not love.  That is control.”

“Yep, that’s my cue.  August, get Carys, we’re going to bed,” Orchid heads on up to her room, with August and both kids, while Lavender glares at Jax.

“I’m sorry to burst your fantasy bubble, but that’s not happiness.  That’s not a fairytale.  If you don’t see that, then you never knew your sister.  He was supposed to marry Dahlia.  What did she do?  She ran away and married me.  Everyone else will coddle you, but not me.  The reality is, if you’re on this path, you’re next to be married.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Jax snorts, standing up.  There was no talking to her.  “Remind me of how good that is when you don’t get to decide who you have sex with.  When you’re told who you will marry and who you will have children with.  Tell me it’s good when you’re laying on your back, getting pumped full of cum from saggy wrinkly balls.  That is your future.”

“Jax, that’s enough,” Lotus’ pinches the bridge of her nose.  While she agrees that Lavender needed a reality check, she was in the perfect position to get everyone what they wanted.

“No!  She needs to understand that this isn’t some fucking game.  Well, it is this big chess game.  You just need to realize what the queen is.  Live in your fantasy world in this big castle in the middle of nowhere.  But don’t expect the rest of us to.  Orchid and August were a one in a million thing.  Lotus isn’t allowed to get married because she’s too valuable to the family.  Because what you saw tonight, that’s your future.  A woman with no voice and no agency.  I’m going to bed.  Dahlia?  You staying or leaving with me, babe?”

“Leaving.  Lavender, open your eyes, sweetheart.  Jax would never lie to you.  Neither would I.  Ask Lotus.  We’re pawns.  We’re not queens.  Goodnight, baby girl.”

Lavender sighs as she leans back in her chair.  Arms crossing over her chest as she looks at Lotus, “You going to tell me how stupid I am?”

“Stupid for letting a stranger see you naked.  Stupid for letting the stranger in the house.  Know what game you want to play before you decide to jump in and hope for the best outcome.  Sissy, you’re playing a game that you don’t understand.”

“I shouldn’t trust, Ari?” Lotus sees just how young her sister is.  Even for a twenty year old.  She had no life experience.  Was kept locked away from any normalcy, and was stunted because of it.  “I liked him.”

“Just be careful with who you invite in.”

“You’re not telling me I shouldn’t trust him though.”

“Now you’re getting it.  Go to bed.  I won’t see you tomorrow, because I’ll have to leave early to get into work,” she walks over to her sister, giving her sister a kiss on her head.  Turning to walk to her bedroom.  She had given Lavender enough for this evening.  Give her something to ponder while she lays awake at night, and hopefully get her head out of the clouds.

“Lo?” Lotus turns back to look at her baby sister, wishing that life could be a bit different.  “Do you love Nick?”

“You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”

“That’s not what I asked.  So do you?” a blind person could see that she and Nick were too close for business partners.  But Lotus would deny it until the bitter end.  “Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

“And you won’t marry him?” Lotus shakes her head no, “Violet isn’t the only one that listens to Daddy.”

“Go to sleep, princess.  Learn to have your voice that isn’t controlled by a man.  Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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Evermore: The Proposal

Hi everyone! So, this One Shot is a flashback, to when Ari was a Sargent Major and Reader was a Freshman in College.

It's your first year at Boston College and you are working towards your degree in English and your teaching degree. Your roommate, Holly, has been nothing but amazing. She's a history major specializing in World War II. At the same time, you were on a soccer scholarship. You could have gone to Syracuse, Chapel Hill in North Carolina, or UConn. But you decided on Boston College since it’s closer to home.

Your family asked why you didn't apply for West Point or the Naval Academy or even the Air Force Academy. You could have because you had the connections because your uncle was in politics, your dad was a West Pointer and your aunt was at the Naval Academy.

But you didn’t because staying close to home was your choice.

You didn’t have class on Fridays, but you had soccer practice and a game tonight against Harvard. You reached for your phone before it went off. Yawning, you looked at the time 3:10am.

“Too early!” You mumbled to yourself and kicked out the blankets. Rubbing your eyes and you reached for your glasses and let out a long moan. You carefully got out of bed and grabbed your essentials. After getting ready for the day, you placed on your workout clothes, grabbed your cleats and your sports bag then you were out the door.

After a long day of practice, you made it to your dorm room and went to rest, before getting back to the field for tonight’s game. Your parents, Holly, and your cousin Eric will be there as well. It’s a big game, and it’s against your rival team Harvard. But there is one person in the world that is missing. Ari.

Ari is your best friend and finally made things official just a few years ago, even if you and he were an item long before that. You have told your parents. It was a no-brainer that the both of you have strong feelings for each other. It’s hard at first too. A few gals tried to go after him. And you have to admit, Ari is an eye catcher. You had doubts when he’s away but he's proven to you that he wants you and that he loves you.

But since he’s in the Army, he’s not home as often. Since he’s in training at 501s Airborne Division in Fort Liberty, North Carolina. Phone calls were rare and emails were the only way to communicate. Occasionally you would get a package from him. The long distance is hard and you sometimes would cry yourself to sleep because you missed him.

You arrived at the Newton Campus Field along with your teammates. As you walked in, you immediately went to your locker and went to get changed. You placed on your white jersey #10 (the date of your birthday), your shin guards, long socks and finally your cleats. Then your coach came in and told everyone that it was time to warm up.

**

You were on the field stretching with your teammate, Jenny, when you saw your parents in the stands. You waved at them then you saw Holly along with Erica and to your surprise, Andy. You laughed and flipped him off to which he laughed.

“You flipped your family off?” Jenny asked. 

You turned your head and laughed, “I did, one of my best friends is in the stands with my family.” You said and continued your stretching. It was soon after when the game started.

When halftime came, you heard the announcer call your name and you stepped over to the middle of the field. You couldn’t understand why you’d been pulled away from your teammates at halftime. As you waited for the announcers to quit talking, you scratched at your arm. The main one said something that grabbed your attention, “Her boyfriend of two years, Ari Levinson, has been away serving our country in the US Army.”

Hearing Ari’s name made your heart flutter and a smile crossed your face. Your college mascot approached you holding a bouquet of roses. Confused, you took the flowers. A cheer erupted as a video started to play of you and Ari together. You looked up at the stands where Holly was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

You were so entranced by the video that you completely missed the mascot starting to come out of his costume. The cheers and clapping got louder. A voice broke you from your reverie, “Y/N, turn around.”

You froze. That was Ari’s voice. Slowly, you turned. What you found in place of the mascot’s head was Ari’s. A grin was plastered to his face as he continued to come out of the costume. Your hands covered your face and tears came pouring down your cheeks. You jumped into his arms. Ari caught you and held you for a moment and you showered him with kisses. Then he placed you back down onto the ground. A microphone was placed into his hands.

“Y/N, over these past many years of knowing you, I have found someone irreplaceable. You are kind, generous, feisty and loving. Your heart is full of love and so ready to give. You make me smile with your beautiful laugh and your giving spirit.”

As he stepped from the costume, Ari’s uniform came into view. He pulled his cap from his pocket and adjusted it on his head, “You have been so supportive of my desire to serve and you take every deployment with patience and grace. When I am away, the only thing that keeps me going is imagining your face. Seeing you on those occasional calls makes me feel at home. You are my home.”

Your eyes widened and tears began to fill them as Ari lowered to one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth. Ari reached into his pocket, “I want nothing more than for you to be my home for the rest of our lives. Y/N will you marry me?” 

You were still in shock, and you wanted to say yes, nothing was coming out. But Ari knew, he could see it in your tear stained eyes. He took the ring from the box and he slipped it onto your left hand. You then jumped into his arms and kissed him once more.

Ari let you go and you went on to finish the game. And as the game ended with a 2-1 and with Boston College winning, you had something else to celebrate too. After celebrating in the locker room, your parents, Holly, Andy, and your now fiancée Ari were waiting outside in the hallway. You were showered and changed. By the time you walked out, you saw Ari changed and still looked amazing. Your parents took you, Ari, Andy and your roommate to a nice dinner in Boston. 

“So, I assume all of you were in this?” You asked, taking your seat next to your now fiancee. 

Your mom, let out a giggle and your roommate did the same. You then also looked at Andy and he laughed.

“Well the proposal was something I wanted to do for a while, but my commander granted me an early leave. So I told your parents, they helped me with the planning. Holly talked to your coach and he made this happen.” Ari said, leaning in and kissed the top of your head. 

“I just happened to be in town for the weekend, so I decided to come see your game too.” Andy said, giving you a wink.

“Well, you all are masterminds. I had no clue.” You say, as you grabbed the menu. 

**

One year later, here you stood in the middle of the garden of St. Cecilia Catholic Church. With your bouquet in your hands, and you facing the gazebo. The nerves were rising, and you weren’t sure why you were this nervous. It’s just Ari and no one else. You have waited for this day to come, and it was finally here. You haven’t seen Ari since the summer and since then he’s been busy with new training and preparing for his deployment in Germany. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you smiled to yourself. You turned around slowly, you were speechless. Your beloved Ari was standing there in his Army uniform, with his barrett, his coat showing his medals, his new rank of Sergeant Major and his saber at his side. You saw tears coming down his cheeks and you reached up to wipe them away. He placed his hand onto yours and you both smiled. Ari then placed his other hand onto your cheek and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

[evansbby]

How about being single Dilf!Aris babysitter 👀

PLEASE he’d be so sweet to you, always with a hand on your lower back or rubbing your shoulders like, “Honey, you can’t go home at this time, it’s so late. Spend the night and I’ll drop you home in the morning.”

And you’d be like “Okay, Mr, Levinson.” All smiley because of course you have a crush on him. All the girls at college are jealous that you’re babysitting his daughter — he’s probably the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life and you can’t believe he’s single.

After you put his daughter to sleep, he asks if you want to hang out for a while and who are you to say no? He’s looking so hot in his light blue button up with the top few buttons undone, you can see his chest hair peaking out and you try to avert your gaze.

“It’s okay if you want to check me out, baby, I don’t mind.” Ari says to you softly, rubbing your shoulders before nonchalantly turning around and making himself a drink. It’s something strong like whiskey or scotch. And he gets an apple juice box for you.

“I’m old enough to drink.” You say.

“I want you to be sober tonight.”

Ari settles down on the coach before patting his thigh expectantly, “Honey, why don’t you sit on my lap for a while?”

And he pulls you down, settling you right on top of his hard crotch. You’re scared and turned on, sipping your juice nervously.

He starts telling you about how his wife left him, and how much it hurt his feelings, and how he’s so sad. At the same time, you feel him rubbing your bare thighs, his large hands going up past the hem of your dress.

“Mr. Levinson, wh-what are you doing?”

“Make daddy feel better, honey. Come on. You’re the only one who can. You don’t want daddy to be sad, do you?”

“N-No,” you whimper when you feel his fingers playing with your panties, pushing them to the side and skimming over your wet folds.

“Well, daddy’s so sad. And you’ll hurt daddy even more if you don’t help me.” He’s groping you now, one hand still between your legs but the other one slips up to squeeze your breast and you moan.

“I’ll help you!” You cry, because of course you don’t want him to be sad. Not when he’s the best boss ever, pays you ten times the usual rate, calls you sweet names and always drives you home.

“Good girl. Just reach into daddy’s pants and take it out. Stroke it a bit. It’ll make daddy feel so much better, I promise.”

[granatkoroleva]

This is the place where all of the mood boards that I create will be stored.

Please be advised that some of the following content may contain explicit and mature themes, and is (NSFW). All creations are my own.

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❥ Mafia!Bucky x Kept Boy!Steve

❥ Doctor!Rogers x Patient!Bucky (1)

❥ Foodie Influencer!Bucky x Chef!Steve

❥ RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes

❥ Dragon!Steve Rogers x Farmer!Bucky Barnes

❥ TFATWS!Bucky x Johnny Storm

❥ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

❥ Dark!Beta!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x Outlaw!Alpha!Steve Rogers

❥ Alpha!Gymnast Coach!Steve Rogers x Omega!Gymnast!Bucky

❥ TattooArtist!Steve Rogers x Gentlemans Club Worker!Bucky Barnes

❥ Lloyd Hansen x Steve Kemp (1)

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❥ Himbo!Steve Rogers x Bartender!Bucky Barnes

❥ Model!Bucky Barnes x Photographer!Steve Rogers

❥ Erotic Performer!Bucky Barnes x Officer!Steve Rogers

❥ Past!Football Player!Steve Rogers x Past!Football Player!Bucky Barnes

❥ Silver Fox!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x 1940s!James Barnes

❥ Demon!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Steve Rogers

❥ Priest!James Bucky Barnes x Demon!Nomad!Steve Rogers

❥ Roman!Royalty!James Bucky Barnes x Gladiator!Steve Rogers

❥ Pastry Chef!Bucky Barnes x Wedding Planner!Steve Rogers

❥ Farmer!Nomad!Steve Rogers x Trailer Park Slut!Bucky Barnes

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❥ Modern!Bucky Barnes x Boss!Ari Levinson

❥ Master!Steve Kemp x Pup!Slave!Winter Soldier

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[no-not-without-you-blog]

Love and Hockey

The Brooklyn Avengers are the newest expansion team in the NHL. Created 5 years ago, the team has risen through the ranks to become one of the most successful franchises in the league. Their coach, former Boston Bruin and 3 time winning Stanley Cup player, Andy Barber, has led their team to the playoffs twice but they have yet to claim the cup for themselves. The team's Captain and starting center Steve Rogers, a Brooklyn native, couldn’t be happier to be on his home turf again, with his mom and wife to cheer him on. He’s joined by his best friend and assistant captain, Bucky Barnes, a favorite of the fans and the ladies around town. Left Winger, Johnny Storm, is always the life of the party, perhaps too much. The Avengers’ Defense men are forces to be reckoned with. Curtis Everett is a man of few words, but his loyalty and lethality on the ice is second to none. Despite possessing a charming smile and easy going personality, Ari Levinson can easily switch to his protective mode and he can be an unstoppable force when he needs or wants to be. Certainly not last or least, is Goalie Pietro Maximoff. Known for his lightning reflexes he’s known for moving fast on the ice as well as in life.

How will they all fare on and off the ice?

An NHL AU coming soon!

[sage-writing]

Love In The Water

swimmer! Ari Levinson x female trainer! reader

Sport: competitive swimming

Decade: 1980s

Summary: Being Ari's swimming coach is more difficult than you thought. Until there is a little confession.

Word count: ~1.9k

Warnings: actually pretty fluff, minor smut, mention of pregnancy [still 18+, minors do not interact and please leave my blog]

A/N: Entry for @syntheticavenger In it to win it Challenge. Congratulations on your 11k🥳🎉This challenge was so much fun. Thank you for organizing this, helping me out and giving me the courage to post this after my long break here ❣️ I chose the song "Africa" to add a little spice to it.

Enjoy!

Annoyed, you took another look at your watch. Ari was never able to be on time. He was probably curing his hangover once again.

Frustrated, you sat down at the edge of the swimming area and put your feet into the cool clear water of the pool. For 2 months you had already been Ari Levinson's swim trainer and he was already getting on your last nerve.

It was relatively quiet here. Some other athletes were training alone. But yours didn't even manage to be on time for the guided workouts.

A few minutes later, Ari came sauntering out of the club house with one hand loosely in the pocket of his swim shorts and a cup of coffee in the other.

"You're late." You said angrily when he finally arrived at your place. If there was one thing you couldn't stand, it was Ari's outstanding ability to be inattentive and flippant in any situation. It was important to stick to the training schedule and there wasn't much time left until the next competition. Only hard work could still turn the situation around.

Ari sipped his coffee in a leisurely manner.

"It's only eleven minutes. Lighten up, it's a beautiful day, no need to stress."

Arguing wouldn't do any good, so you just decide to get on with it.

"You know you shouldn't wear those loose swimming shorts. They increase your resistance in the water and just make you slow."

"Yeah I know, but those Speedos are so tight down there." he whined like a little kid and didn't take you seriously.

Your patience was wearing thin. You snatched his coffee cup out of his hand. 

"Hands out of your pockets and into the water. 11 lanes. One for every minute late. And that's not counting as a warm-up yet. Move out."

Ari wanted to reach for the radio, because he loved to listen to music while swimming. You could not understand it, because through the water hardly any sounds came through to him, but he said he liked it especially when the sounds were slightly muffled. You took the radio out of his reach.

"If you'd been on time, you'd be listening to music now."

Finally, Ari obeyed and got into position on the starting block while you lined up at his level on the poolside.

"Front crawl, bilateral breathing, after every third stroke. On my signal.

3...2...1." Vigorously blowing the whistle, you started the stopwatch. Ari lunged forward and dove into the water like an arrow.

The training went sluggishly. Ari kept swimming his penalty laps and warm-up fast and technically clean.

Later, however, his technique became sloppy, arrhythmic and he made mistakes.

With another blow of the whistle you signaled Ari to stop after the current lane.

You just had to vent your frustration.

"Levinson, where are you with your thoughts?" Sighing, you pinched your bridge of your nose.

"Why so tense, coach?" 

"Tense?! That's an understatement. Practice with you is a disaster. You're always late, unfocused, and don't follow my instructions as a coach. You're only at the club parties in the evenings, constantly flirting with other women, probably still hooking up with them, and that's why you're not in shape in the morning. How are we ever going to make progress like that?" Your voice was getting steadily louder.

Ari only responded to your harsh criticism with a grin.

"Is someone jealous?"

"Pretty thin ice, Levinson. I wouldn't mind throwing my job out on the line." 

Only now did he seem to realize how serious you were. His grin disappeared, and with a flourish he pulled himself up on the edge of the pool and stood in front of you, dripping wet. The light was refracted in the many small drops of water so his skin glistened in the sun.

"You know what? We're going to stop the training here. If you can't take me seriously, there's no point. I want you to do your stamina training now and the weights training in the afternoon. Then, if we can work together like professionals again, I'll see you back here this evening."

You turned on your heel and even Ari calling your name couldn't bring you back.

You needed time to cool down and had been swimming in the sea yourself. Swimming against the waves and the surf was more to your liking. It was more natural, not like in a calm chlorine-rich pool. You let the setting sun dry your skin.

In the evening you entered the area of the swimming club. By now all the athletes and coaches had gone home. Only Ari was sitting on one of the starting blocks waiting for you. He looked as bad as you felt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you or stopped the session. That was unprofessional."

For once, it was easy for you to apologize. Your mistake was clear to see. Even if you could never admit that Ari was right.

You were jealous. First and foremost, you couldn't understand how much focus and ambition he put into flirting. Something that didn't seem possible in training.

Maybe there was more, but you couldn't and didn't want to let it get closer to you. A liaison between coach and athlete was highly... problematic.

"It's okay." Ari brushed back his long hair. He looked nervous, too. "As for the other women, you may be wrong, but it's true that my concentration is slipping. I don't notice it until I'm already completely out of rhythm. Can you show me what I'm doing wrong as soon as the first mistake sneaks in?"

"Like in the water?"

"You've been training me for a while, but you haven't been in the pool with me once. You're not a non-swimmer, are you?" He provoked you teasingly.

"All right, but only if you behave yourself and at least try to carry out my instructions this time."

"I'm quite the perfect gentleman, and I swear it." Ari's reappearing smirk was a sign that the mood was tilting back to the positive. This time you even allowed him to turn on the radio.

You slipped out of your sweater and track pants. The high-leg-cut swimsuit you wore underneath was currently in fashion but not exactly the most professional attire for professional swimmers. But it had to do for today. Ari and you enter the water. You let him swim ahead and stopped him whenever you had to correct something. At first you felt his muscles tense up when you put your hand on his chest, arms and legs and showed him how to improve his posture and movements.

You couldn't deny that Ari's body was in great shape. His muscular system was dense and strong. Sometimes you felt his gaze on you as well and you wondered if he was listening to you at all. But indeed the exercises worked and you were sure that Ari's performance showed improvement.

He did a few more laps, which you watched partly from above the water surface or from below. You swam after him and you met at the end.

"It's all right Levinson. I don't mean to exaggerate, but I think that was the most productive coaching session so far."

"Did you just retroactively call me lazy?" asked Ari, offended.

Lunging with your arm, you splashed water in his face. He tried to avoid the attack by diving down and grabbing your foot underwater. You refrained from kicking him, because you didn't want to hurt him either.

Gently he pulled you to the edge of the pool until you felt the tiles in your back.

"You know, as for my morale in training. It's not because of other women, it's because of you. I can feel exactly how you're observing me. It's distracting to me."

You stiffened as you struggled to keep your head above water on your own in the confined space. He pressed even closer to you, his warm breath colliding with your cool skin, and you held on tighter to his shoulders.

"Relax, I've got you." Gently he guided your legs so they wrapped around his hips and he carried you.

"What...what are you trying to tell me?"

Your brain was so fogged by Ari's presence. You could barely hear Toto’s “Africa” warbling from the radio.

Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you

"You are strong, clever and passionate. You brighten every day for me. I think I'm in love with you." 

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you

You saw his Adam's apple move heavily as he swallowed, as if he had just relieved himself of a great burden.

His honesty gave you the courage to say the following words.

There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do.

"You were right, Ari." 

"About what?" he asked curiously, his brows furrowed.

"I'm jealous."

You let your lips crash down on his. Almost greedily he returned the kiss and your body heated up in the fire of pleasure and desire. It was as if months of built-up tension were released with a loud boom, like a thunderstorm.

I bless the rains down in Africa

Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Hectically you tried to get your hand down Ari's waistband. You wanted to feel him. You needed to.

"Wait wait wait…” For a brief second you were confused that Ari stopped you. “I want you, but not here and not like this. Not with the risk of drowning or getting caught by the security. You deserve to be loved on the softest of beds. Ma-... May I take you home… with me?" he sounded like he was afraid you might refuse.

You kissed him again. Much slower but also more sensitive this time.

"If you promise to stay as focused as you were during today's training, you may take me anywhere in the world.”

You two laugh at this like little joking children.

Gently, Ari maneuvered you both to the nearest ladder and climbed out of the cold pool while you still clung to him. He let you go only to put a soft towel around you. Carefully he stroked your arms and back to dry you. Again he lifted you bridal style, the feeling of his thick arms was soothing. And just like that Ari carried you to his nearby home where he showed you detailedly what you secretly meant to him.

2 years later

"Remember, stay focused. When you change direction, push off hard, use the push you gain but don't get too close to the wall either. Understood?" You did not get any reaction.

"Ari? Are you actually listening to me?" You asked again, louder this time.

"Yeah yeah, concentration, Push off hard, use the push but not too close to the wall." he replied casually, as he put on his goggles causing an eye roll on your part. It was and always would be the same trouble with him.

Despite the everyday hassle you were so damn proud of him, even if he didn't like to hear it and always stressed that it was only because of his amazing coach. However, there was also a lot of pressure on both of you, more of on him. This competition was important. If Ari could at least make it to the top-3, it would make him the most successful swimmer of the year. 

The judges got into position and signaled the competitors to get on the starting blocks.

Ari gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, but before he could turn away, you stopped him.

"Make me proud, Ari. Make us proud." While you clasped his hand with yours, your other hand rested protectively on your lower abdomen.

Ari lowered himself to one knee and kissed the slight curve of your belly.

"I promise." 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Higher Love: Part 6

The early enough Saturday morning had bled into Saturday afternoon and it was a natural shift from the two of you enjoying coffee and breakfast together to the short time Ari had taken to grade some papers for his other class.

You had stretched out on his couch while he worked, tucked in against the cushions with a blanket covering you and tucked under your chin, your eyes growing heavier as he had read the papers one at a time before he typed back some replies.

When you woke again after falling back asleep Ari greeted you with another steaming cup, this time it was a chai latte, and an invitation to just stay another night.

You had eventually risen from the couch and had taken a shower while Ari ordered another bout of takeout after he had lent you some more clothes. After you had showered and gotten dressed again, you joined Ari for dinner on the couch, curling into his side while he kissed your temple and whispered soft nothing into your hair.

You had both settled upon a classic, and a favourite of yours, The Princess Bride, although you were far more invested in the way Ari had been drawing his fingers up and down your spine with gentle strokes that made you shiver and shudder against him.

You had turned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as he slowly pulled you into his lap and draped a blanket across you both. There was an underlying and soft flutter of your scents as they became intermixed and intertwined, the end of one and the beginning of another blurring until they were entirely synonymous with the other.

“You’re falling asleep.” Ari’s voice was soft and tender, it was muffled as he switched your positions until you were tucked completely against him with your head lolling on his shoulder. “You should go to bed.”

“I want to sleep with you.” Your fingers delved along the front of his soft cotton shirt, your fingers slipping beneath the neckline to graze along his firm chest and the lingering hair, something that was inherently attractive to you.

Everything about Ari was attractive to you, especially his chest hair and the trail that lead below his waist, although you had only seen it when he was helping you get undressed on Friday.

“I don’t want to sleep alone.” You looked at Ari through your eyelashes, catching and holding his soft gaze as he searched your face, his tongue darting across his bottom lip. There was a purr from his chest, the rumble that had come from a place of non-sexual pleasure and intimacy, a great lingering happiness that had passed between the two of you.

“Okay.” Ari’s head dipped his head and caught your lips with his, a kiss that made your heart thrash in your chest and your hands tightly against his chest. He swallowed your whimper, he swallowed your whines as his tongue brushed your own, and then he stood with you still secure in his arms.

The movie was forgotten, and the dialogue between the characters was still playing out on screen when Ari had begun carting you off to his room. He walked without hesitation, he hadn’t once pulled his lips off of yours as he made his way throughout his place, and he had only stopped to close the door with his foot and then his mouth was back on yours.

“Thanks for letting me stay the weekend,” you spoke while tucking the end of his flannel into the waist of your borrowed sweats, drawing your attention away from him only to look back a moment later, “I had fun, it was nice being off of campus.”

“You can come here anytime you want.” Ari swiped his keys from the hook near the door, tucking them into his hands before he reached for the handle to open the door for you, waiting for you to slip on your shoes.

“Thank you,” you passed him on the way out and stood on the other side, rubbing your hands together while you wait for him to lock up, “I had fun…”

“This wasn’t a one-off for me.” Ari had slipped his keys into his pocket, and then he reached for your hand and clutched it with his own. “I want you to know that, and what you said about wanting the same thing-“

“I do, Ari.” You rushed to speak, almost as if you felt that you owed it to him. “Ari, I do want this-“

“I know, baby.” He cut you off with a soft kiss to your lips, heat rushing through you yet again. “I just want you to know how much I want you.”

“Ari,” you sucked in air as if you couldn’t dare get enough of it or enough of him, and the vibrant memory of the two of you last night had come to the forefront of your mind, “I know how much you want this. And me…I still feel-“

“Was it too much?” He questioned with a hum, bringing the back of your hand to his mouth so he could brush his plump lips against your knuckles. “Was I too much?”

“I’m just not used to…” you chewed the inside of your cheek and dropped your gaze to the focal point of your pleasured pain. “…anyone of that size. But it was good.”

“I want to make this official, I want to court you.” Ari’s whispered promises were dazzling and amazing, it was an endearing concept that he had told you about before, but now that you were together and had been together, it felt all-consuming in the best way possible.

“I already think of this as our first…official step.” You had felt bashful, you felt quiet and shy about claiming this as it was, and your bashfulness was met with the flutter of his lips against your forehead and the steady hand cupping your cheek.

“It was.” Ari had pulled away while keeping a hand on your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek before he had ultimately pulled away and began the trek with you away from the front door of his apartment, walking toward his parked car outside. “It was an amazing first.”

There was comfortable silence as you walked with him, nothing that was lingering or awkward, no underlying tension that had caused a stalemate. It was as if you and Ari had known each other your entire lives as if you were always and would always be intertwined.

It was the first time you had ever felt so truly connected and bound to someone before. Ari Levinson was the alpha you couldn’t uproot from your brain, he was ever stuck in your mind with a permanent place in every corner. Your entire body seemed to react to the sound of his voice or the gentle touch of his hands, the addictiveness of his scent.

You were drawn to everything he was and had ever been, the man and the alpha who you had recognized as your mate in the basest manner. Even if everything about you had been stripped to the bones, you would recognize and want him. You would crave and desire Ari with everything you had, and you had known he would feel the same.

You knew he would have those same inescapable feelings as you had, he had told you so himself. It was his hopefulness that you two would become one solid unit, a mated pair, and that devotion was as visceral as it was overwhelming.

“I’ll drive you home,” Ari’s gentleness had been a constant no matter if it was through his physical, verbal or emotional, he had been nothing less than a place of absolute comfort, “you need to get ready for classes tomorrow.”

“My professor is a hard-ass.” You quipped and shifted in your seat after Ari had closed the passenger door, your hands and eyes settling upon a stack of papers sitting on the dashboard, the stack bound by a sleek silver staple.

You lifted the stack of papers from the dashboard and settled them in your lap, keeping your attention on the thick forms while Ari joined you in the vehicle and started the engine. You were reading and re-reading the words on the docket, your mind processing what it had meant word by word as Ari started to pull away from the curb.

It was the official start of a relationship and courtship, this would mean that Ari was yours as much as you were his. This would be the first stepping stone to becoming full-fledged mates, and it was a decision that shouldn’t have been made lightly. But you already knew what you were doing and you knew what you wanted, you knew from the depths of your heart and soul that he was what you wanted.

There was a lot stacked against you and this relationship, a lot of boundaries that would be set with the school even if you were two consenting adults, alpha and omega who were drawn to each other, this paperwork was meant to protect you as an omega. The moment you had signed it and it was accepted by the dean of the school, you would be required to drop any and all classes that you had with Ari, even as a guest professor.

You would have to keep your public displays of affection to a minimum when you were on campus, with the exceptions being at school events and his games. And if you had wanted to end the courtship for any reason, almost all favour within the eyes of the school administration would fall to you.

“is this-“ Ari had looked at you from the corner of his eyes, watching you intermittently while trying to pay attention to the road.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, a sharp take to his scent while he was anticipating whether or not you wanted this. It was the thrush of anxiousness, the stalemate between wishing you would sign and being as patient as possible for you to make the decision for yourself.

“I’m signing it.” You popped the glove compartment open and stole the pen from inside.

You twisted the end to push the ballpoint out, and then you put it to paper, scribbling and signing your name below Ari’s, even adding a small dot after the last letter to add emphasis and when you were done you had folded the papers back up and set them back.

“It’s official then,” Ari reached for your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly, “we’re courting.”

“You’re mine.”

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Hey sloth 🥹 I asked @ yesterday but I’d like your take on this too! Who are your current top 5 and what scents do you associate with each of them?

Hello bestie 🥹🥹🥹

My top five faves atm? 😅 Oh geez.

1. Daddy Tony, always. He smells specifically like the Penhaligon's Roaring Radcliffe, which I believe has now been discontinued but it was so good bestie 😭

From their website

"Being secretly the son of Lord George and Clandestine Clara certainly explains Radcliff’s weakness for the flesh, but his illegitimacy may have its advantages. Unburdened by title or propriety, Radcliff indulges in fast cars and even faster women - his raison d’être parties and provocation. A prominent note with Roaring Radcliff is of course tobacco - strong, smoky and distinctive to his set. He also always carries with him gingerbread - adding its sweet spiciness to his father’s love of liquor - in Rutherford’s rum. Sexy and rebellious - what well-bred girl would not succumb to his charm? As he is wont to whisper in their inclining ears… The night is young…"

It's just so dreamy daddy Tony.

2. Ari Levinson, specifically the Country!Ari that lives solely in my chat with @howdoyousleep3 atm. 😅 He so yummy though with hints of coconut, winter green mints, and that Fiji Old Spice. This Ari lives for that beach life... Even though he absolutely works as a blue collar road crew manager.

3. Coach Fine Ass in my sports romance WIP 😂. He smells like coconut, a bit like musky earthy leather, and a faded cologne smell, in my head specifically it's the Noir scent from Bath and Body lol

I won't share his face claim because um... Well I refuse to show how much one man has ruined me. But iykyk

4. Drider!Wanda because she has just been on my mind lately. 🥺 She smells like ozone and musky cedar and smoked vanilla. Idc if those scents go together she just does. 😭

5. Augustine Ravenscroft*, or The Librarian as some may know him as 👀👀👀, has been at the forefront of my mind because I am almost done with his novel. He smells like spiced honey and smoked tea, but the specific cologne I've given them is Babylon by Penhaligon's. Babe is bougie, only smells like the best.

*commissioned art to come besties 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[abbatoirablaze]

September Update

Hey guys <3 First and foremost thank you to everyone for reading and following me. It's really cool that so many of you like my stories enough to follow me.

If anyone wants to be added to any tag lists, feel free to comment or let me know. I try to keep up on it if I see a comment, but you can always DM me.

Also, my requests are open. I have a few right now I am working on, but there's always room for more.

Stories finishing up this month

2 chapters left in Two Sides of The Same Coin, Ari Levinson X Frank Adler.

2 chapters left in The Debauchery of Captain America, naive Steve Rogers X Reader

2 chapters left in Just Like You, cannibal reader X Steve Kemp

A handful of chapters left in Putting Baby In The Corner, Coach Lance Tucker X Gymnast reader

Works In Progress

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 2, SOA characters

Heaven's Demons, assorted CEvans and SebStan biker series

His Sunshine, Lloyd Hansen soulmate AU

Bad Girl's Club, assorted CEvans and SebSan dilfs/brothers/teachers

New Stories

Down The Rabbit Hole, Community characters

The Understudies, The Umbrella Academy characters

Hidden Sisters, Fated AU/ Sebstan Characters and Ari Levinson

SDAU, Raised By Bears, A/B/O Andy Barber X human reader

Into The Deep, The Boys/The Deep X supe reader

[onsunnyside]

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s finally home and we must celebrate the moustache revolution !! With the release of The Gray Man on Netflix, I’m throwing a party centred around Lloyd Hansen. This means anything Lloyd Hansen x reader, absolutely any au or trope, I’ve written many, so I’m always excited for ones !! Send whatever your slutty heart desires, friends 🥰 (the party name is a lie bc i love Lloyd the way he is 👹) | PSA | AU PSA

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝-𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 | July 22–23 (REQUESTS CLOSED)

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬) (CLOSED)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things Lloyd: any aus, TGM!Lloyd (the crime daddy, CIA assassin), dilf, DBF, BFD (best friend’s/boyfriend’s dad), professor, perv/sleazy!lloyd, pornstar au, hybrid!reader, innocent!reader, basement wife, pet play, soft dark/dark—send anything, I encourage the sluttiest behaviour possible !! | Before sending a prompt, please check the list below in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #icfh party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

PSA: since this party is centred around The Gray Man, everything to do with spoilers will be tagged with #the gray man spoilers. I already watched the movie, and online says it releases at 3am EST on Netflix.

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x stripper!reader, possible dark undertones, gunplay*

Lloyd’s kinks (#kinky lloyd):

dacryphilia* | knife play* | gunplay* | exhibitionism* | mhm balls* | you’re needy*

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; mini masterlist of limited Lloyd AUs for this party !!

Includes: 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 | 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

#lloyd x bunny | #lloyd x brat | #lloyd x innocent!reader.

he corrupts you* | he takes you on vacation*

Prisoner!Lloyd (#prisoner!lloyd): concept | in his cell*

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x cat hybrid!reader, dark undertones, exhibitionism, mean!daddy!lloyd*

Demon!Lloyd (#demon!lloyd): his forked tongue* | fic concept

pervy gymnast coach!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!reader alone at the gym* | through your leotard* | punishment: stationary bike*

professor!Lloyd Hansen & professor!Ari Levinson: good dom, bad dom*

(#assassin!reader)*

The Hansen Twins (#hansen twins): Lloyd Hansen & Mr. Freezy

Bully!Lloyd x cute nerd!virgin!reader (#bully!lloyd)

by the Lloyd Hansen enthusiast anon: sneaking onto Lloyd’s private beach* | you fuck up a mission*

Lloyd Hansen x captive housewife!reader*

#petplay au

[jamneuromain]

JAMMY'S 500 Followers Celebration

Thank you all for achieving this milestone. My thanks and appreciation are beyond words at this point (//∇//)

In light of this achievement, I'm starting my first celebration ever. Rules are as follows⬇️

🙈 [I don't write hardcore BDSM, or elements such as incest or bestiality]👈

🕓 The time limit for sending in requests for this celebration event is 11/23-12/23👈

✍ Select two or three from my most commonly used emojis + a cevans character and send them to my inbox. I'll start writing the one-shot based on how these emojis could form a story.👈

So slip into my inbox, anon or not, and send a little something that you'd like to read! 😌❤️ (I'm also working on a few asks on AWOB sry it's taking so long😭)

Questions? Comments? Requests? 👉Send them to my inbox👂

Ticking-bomb: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Bad B*tch: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Payback Time: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.

Hearty-eyes: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over coach Ari Levinson in your native language.

Take Care: Lloyd is going to take care of you.

Not Him: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

Disguise: It's your first mission, and Captain America has told you to disguise yourself. You've followed that order to a "T".