#professor ari levinson x student reader

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Higher Love: Part 8

The door shut with a soft click, the room was covered in darkness that came from the empty space and closed curtains. Though there were slivers of light coming from the slips between the cracks that hadn’t been pulled tight, the room-darkening curtains had effectively blocked out as much sunlight as possible.

Without turning on the light, you’d dropped your bag to the floor by your desk and stumbled forward, first sitting on the edge of the bed in order to kick off your shoes, and then your back met the mattress with a heavy thud. You lay still until you had the gumption to shift onto your side and curl in on yourself with your hand tucked under your chin.

There was nothing you’d have liked more than to sleep and sleep for days, however the weight of a few papers you’d have to write about the history of symbolism in fashion and fiction, the two topics integral. It was a pivotal portion of your degree that would aid you in creating your line of figure skating costumes, an attempt to make it easier for other skaters to find something that wouldn’t have cost thousands of dollars.

With the expectation that you would be tasked with handing in a paper you hadn’t started yet, you should have pulled yourself from bed and centred yourself in front of your desk to work. And yet the longer you’d laid in bed with your hands tucked under your chin and your legs pulled close to your chest, the last few tendrils of your motivation had dissipated like a slow rolling fog that had come and gone.

You lay there, in the silence of your darkened room, unmotivated and unwilling to task yourself with creating your paper. Rather, you had laid on your bed and let your mind escape you, your eyes fixated on your roommates bed and the fading scent of Johnny Storm that had once been clinging to the blankets. Even if you had wanted to pull yourself from the bed, even if you had all the motivation in the world to start typing away at your computer, you felt bogged down. It was as if there was a blanket weighted by heady lead draped over you, or if your muscle fibres were being replaced with solid steel and copper until your entire body had become artificial.

The feeling of being weighed down hadn’t just affected your physical being, but your mental state as well. Your mind was running on its own, only to return to you when you focused your thoughts on the practice you’d finished with Coach Tucker. It wasn’t the practice that had become a jumbled mess of thought and memories that betrayed you, it was as if time itself had betrayed you with an endless and dense haze that obstructed the minutes, hours and days of your week.

When was the party? When had you gotten drunk and had been taken home by Ari? How long had it been since you and Ari spent the weekend together? How much time had passed since you slept together that weekend? Had Ari already filed the necessary paperwork to cement your relationship together as alpha and omega?

Johnny and Lucas told you that he had, that it was official but could you even trust yourself? Could you trust what you’d been told or was it another quick ploy by your mind fabricating memories?

The door opened and shut quietly, the soft padding footsteps of your roommate had been the only indicator that you were still conscious and not in a state between. You had tilted your head and followed her with your eyes as she had sat on the bed opposite yours and raised her hands to her face, fingers slowly massaging her temples. She, like you, looked as if she was completely stripped of energy although there was a lingering and detectable scent masking hers that alluded to her energy being pulled for an entirely different reason.

“I don’t want to bother you, but…” her voice was soft, her hands trembling while she set them in her lap and turned her head, exposing the brand-new mark ensconced on her neck.

“Johnny?” You spoke his name, unable to even raise your voice above a whisper.

“We were both…drunk and it just…” She sighed and shifted the placement of her hands, covering her face and muffling her weary sigh. “Johnny and I are going to talk after his next class. I just came to gather some clothes.”

“I’ll have a room to myself.” You surmised what she was trying to say without fully explaining herself, and the only response you’d gotten from her was a small nod. “It’s okay. I don’t know how long I’ll be here either.”

Silence had fallen for a moment between the two of you, not awkward in the slightest but there was a lot to be said that couldn’t have been aired. Your roommate was fooling around with Johnny, they had an innate and deep bond that alluded to them being a good and perfect match. Like Ari and yourself, the connection was impossible to skip over and you were happy for her. Even if they had marked each other while they were drinking, they had recognized each other as a good match otherwise the bond wouldn’t have taken.

“You don’t deserve that,” your roommate broke the silence as she stood, wrapping her arms around her middle, “from that asshole Tucker. You should make a complaint to the athletic department about him, there’s gotta be some misconduct or something.”

Your reply to her was just as soft-spoken as before, just as pliantly lifeless and effortless. It was a single word, a single syllable and she didn’t find much value in your plain answer although she didn’t question it. Instead, your roommate had walked toward her dresser, grabbing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, tucking both under her arm.

You followed her with your eyes, watching her as she moved back toward the door. You studied her as she hesitated to open the door, your eyes meeting when she looked over her shoulder and spoke again. “You shouldn’t let that fucker walk all over you, at the very least you should tell Ari. He’s your alpha and the hockey coach, he’s got pull. You should rely on him.”

She had left as quickly as she had come, the door closing again with a soft click.

Ari knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what his rights and limitations were as an alpha, and even beyond that, as your alpha. There were safeguarding laws and regulations that were in place for situations just like this, in cases where omegas were being physically, mentally or emotionally attacked by an alpha.

While it could have been negated to some extent or made to be unfair by designation if some alphas took advantage of the safeguarding laws, Ari was going to use it to his and your benefit. But then, there were other omegas who were being put under the same rigorous scrutiny from an alpha who used his position to gain access to them in any way he wanted. By promising to make or break their potential career, Lance Tucker had taken full advantage of some omegas who were either too frightened or unwilling to come out and make complaints about him, or their complaints were swept under the rug to save face for the alpha.

It wasn’t just an attempt to save you that fuelled his motives to go after Lance Tucker in every possible way that he could. It was Ari being made aware of the treatment other girls had received from the alpha, and no punishment resulting from the accusations and the claims that had been acknowledged by the school. Whether the omegas had been paid off or they had gotten threatened with their scholarships or positions on teams, it hadn’t mattered or altered his decision. Ari was going to deal with it, and he had retained a lawyer to take on this matter for you, and for any other omegas who would want to press charges.

However before that had even taken place, Ari had to speak to the head of the athletics board and the association for the school. Ari would use his position as the hockey coach to try and handle this without physically threatening Lance Tucker under the protection of the safeguarding laws.

Ari couldn’t physically stomach the idea of being idle and not acting. He couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it. He had to do something, not just for you but for the other omegas who didn’t have someone willing to protect them.

There was no turning back, there was no other road he could have taken to avoid a confrontation like this. Since he was informed of the treatment you’d suffered through your coach in the name of succeeding at figure skating, it hadn’t taken Ari long to find other complaints.

Other skaters and dancers, gymnasts that Lance Tucker had targeted and screwed with. This had been unjustly swept under the rug to save face for Tucker, the accusations dropped in the name of keeping a successful but problematic coach.

Ari was beyond pissed. He was beyond pissed. Truly he was utterly enraged by the whole prospect of the university keeping everything hidden. Ari was formally recognized as your alpha through the university, and all the necessary paperwork had gone through and been processed. While had come certain rules about not being overly bold with your public displays of affection while on campus, there was nothing to bar the two of you as consenting and legal adults from pursuing a relationship.

Regardless of when the relationship was formally recognized in the school, or how much time had passed after it had been accepted, Ari was not going to back down from confronting parties responsible for putting you in danger.

He had documented the process with an email first sent to the head of the athletics association and the head of the board, as well as the dean. Ari had kept himself level-headed in the email, though he was not going to water down the accusations and the need to discuss how to deal with it. He had sent the email, he had started the process and then he went to talk face-to-face.

Though he was level-headed in the email, there was something about facing the man head-on that had negated his patience piece by little piece until he had been bordering on the edge of being completely in tune with his natural and predominantly primordial urge to protect you with everything he had.

It was a tactically sensitive conversation albeit one that would quickly become overshadowed by his anger and his disgust that this was going on, and for who knows how long, with nothing being done. Certainly, when Ari had first stepped into the office he had intended to try and maintain his composure despite how pissed off he was.

However, with the door still open behind him, all it took was one clear look at his old friend sitting behind his desk sipping on scotch for Ari to lose his composure. It came with the minimal force of a weak twig being snapped, and the even clink of his friends glass back against the desk for Ari to make the first move.

“Ari please-” The door slammed shut, the aggressive atmosphere had come entirely from Ari and his urgency to protect you and those other omegas. The force behind the door slamming shut had rattled the glass, the subtle shake a mere iota compared to the tension and the debilitating conversation that was going to happen one way or another.

“Don’t fuck with me, Ethan. I am not someone you want to fuck with, I’m allowing you to deal with it before I do.” He stalked toward the desk, every step producing a pounding beat in his ears until he stopped at the edge and glowered down at his friend.

“Ari you can’t do anything-” His hand slammed against the desk, his palm pressed flat against the expensive finish of the hard wood. He was not going to back down from this. He was not going to leave until it was necessary. Ari’s eyes were darkened and his teeth had been grinding egregiously, his aggression aimed entirely at the head of the sport’s association for the university. Ari had considered him a friend. Even now he considered him a friend. However, Ari was not willing to overlook these transgressions nor was he willing to turn a blind eye to what had been happening to these girls.

“Dammit, Ethan! I can do whatever it takes to handle this, to protect them!”

“Ari this takes time-“

“Time? This takes time? The university doesn’t give a shit about these girls, no one is giving a shit about these omegas and for what? To appease some half-assed one-time champion who fucked his way to the top? Dammit, Ethan! These girls need someone to stand up for them!” Ari hissed and leaned forward as a vow, not a promise, fell from his lips. He was willing to become a nightmare that wouldn’t go away, he was willing to throw it all away, everything he had accomplished, in order to protect you all. “Are you going to handle this or am I?”

Silence was what fell between them, and Ari had responded to the deafening line drawn in the sand by rising to his full height. He slipped one hand into his pocket and reached for his lawyer’s business card, the raised lettering promising hope and some kind of resolution. With a clear statement made by Ethan, Ari had pulled the card from his pocket and set it down upon the wood before sliding it forward.

“My lawyer will be contacting you.”

“Ari, please-” While Ethan protested, Ari had turned away from him and left the office with as much anger as he had when he entered.

It was up to Ari.

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Child-Bearing Hip Dips

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x College!Student!Reader

summary: Ari overhears his babygirl’s conversation with her friends, he teaches her another lesson, why he loves her love handles. (DILF!Ari) (Dom!Ari)

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“fuck, ya know these hips were made for me don’t ya?” Ari growled slamming his cock into her wet fuck hole, his shirt unbuttoned as she pawed at his meaty chest and stomach, his lips coming down to pull and tug at her puffy nipples. “Y-Yes sir, o-Oh shit” Y/n moaned feeling him spit onto her face, his hands kneading at her hips, even spanking it lewdly. Her college professor, loved watching her body jiggle and move.

- 30 minutes ago -

“So Y/n, your truth is, if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” Grace smiled picking a truth out of the hat, seeing that hardly anyone had attended the sociology lecture today due to weather problems, the girls made due and played some Truth or Dare; their seemingly distracted professor marking papers at his desk. His circular glasses perched on his nose, his eyes making subtle contact with Y/n, sending her a wink every few seconds.

She fidgeted and squirmed in her seat, having no underwear to put on this morning while at her boyfriend’s house, the greedy git had stolen it after he had fucked the daylights out of her. That same pair of lilac underwear, peeking out of his trouser pocket everytime he stood up to grab more papers to mark. He was practically teasing her at this point, even playing with the promise ring on his finger, reminding her of how those same thick fingers were tugging, pulling and feeling every bit of her the night before; in fact every night for the past 4 months since she took up this class.

“Oi Y/n, stop oglin’ Mr. Levinson n’ answer the question already” Lara whispered nudging her friend, repeating the question to her so they could move on with the game already, “Right oh uh, if I could change one thing about myself… maybe my hip dips? I don’t know anything I wear leggings they make my body look square and it puts me off. Plus! I don’t know, i’ve had people tell me before that it makes my proportions weird” Y/n explained scowling, gripping at the skin on her hips, her friends nodding as they could relate to the exact same thing.

“Ok next one-“ Before the next truth could be asked, the bell rang signifying the end of the day, all four college girls sighing out in relief at the thought of it finally being over. Lectures were to be put on hold after today, with the weather threatening to worsen, giving them all a weeks holiday to do whatever they pleased. Or whoever.

“Do all you ladies have a safe way home? Would you like me to call a few cabs?” Mr. Levinson offered seeing them all start to file out of the room, all of them stating that their significant other’s were picking them up, “What about you Miss L/n?” Ari asked tilting his head, seeing as now they were the only two left in his lecture hall, his fingers fiddling with the lilac fabric in his pocket.

“Hmm my man said he would pick me up, I don’t know if he’s here yet though” She pouted playfully walking around his desk, grabbing onto his sleeves as she pulled herself to smack a glossy wet smooch onto his lips, one that was gladly reciprocated. “is that so? What kinda man is that, leavin his woman stranded and cold” He cooed letting his hands fondle up her skirt, ripping a hole into her stockings, cheekily groping at her backside.

Both of them chuckling as he sat back down onto his chair, bringing her onto his lap, his hands going under the creme knit jumper of his that she chose to put on this morning; feeling her bare breasts as he also hid her bra from her. He hated seeing those wired marks on her back, he could care less if her tits sagged, they were only his to look at anyway. “Can we go to your place already? It’s cold and I still need to finish the damn paper my sociology teacher set me”

“Oh yeah good job tellin your sociology professor that” He grumbled bunching up his sweater just above her chest, exposing her globes to the cool air, the same ones he would spend any amount of time sucking and kissing on. “Anyway what’s this I heard about hip dips? Who told you that?” His fingers massaging deep into her hips, the same hips he loved seeing swaying round his kitchen as she listened to her music, the same hips that rode his cock to the moon and back, the same hips that belong to the most gorgeous girl he swears he’s ever seen. His Y/n’s hips.

“Well am not lyin! I’ve heard so many people tell me to lose ‘em, i’ve tried all the tips but these girls won’t budge. They just make me look bulky” She groaned running her hand back through his hair, his eyes darkening as her body was basically exposed to him. “Baby, these are my love handles, I love holdin’ onto them everytime your sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock, the way the muscles tense and relax with every movement. I don’t give a fuck about proportions either babygirl, at the end of the day it’s all mine to eat and grab at” He growled setting her onto his emptied desk, her fingers automatically undoing his belt and buttons, his trousers being tugged sown to his thick thighs.

“Open up baby, seems I need to remind my girl some of the things i’ve taught her” He gritted his teeth, feeling his cock being engulfed by her warm gummy walls, a familiar feeling for them both, comforting even. “F-fuck daddy, still so big” She whimpered, already feeling like she had been split into two, her older boyfriends cock was no joke.

-Present-

“fuck, ya know these hips were made for me don’t ya?” Ari growled slamming his cock into her wet fuck hole, his shirt unbuttoned as she pawed at his meaty chest and stomach, his lips coming down to pull and tug at her puffy nipples. “Y-Yes sir, o-Oh shit” Y/n moaned feeling him spit onto her face, his hands kneading at her hips, even spanking it lewdly. “What did I read people callin’ these once? Child bearin hips” He whispered licking up between her tits, her hands clawing onto his ass, pushing his hips farther into her; her tongue reaching out for his as her drool covered face mashed up against his in a sealing kiss.

Ari groaning at the feeling of his woman’s cunt clenching around his length, her hips wrapping her legs around his waist, caging him against her body as he continued thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. “Ya like that baby? The thought of your professor knockin you up? Watchin’ you walk around campus all full of my baby? Only we would know our dirty secret” He taunted whispering right against her lips, a string of saliva connecting them as she cried out and had to bite her lip to keep the rest in.

“Yes- Yes I want it all! Fuck just give it to me daddy, need it so bad, warm me up with your cum” She squealed feeling his hand leave her hips to start circling at her precious delicate button, rubbing it raw as he helped her chase her orgasm, his catching up with it. “Whatever my baby wants, she gets” He sighed out, and Y/n swore she saw stars, her toes twinkling closed, his shaft hitting her G-spot repeatedly. Their torsos flattened against each other, her hips slowly gyrating, his seed filling her to the brim, creating a cream like effect to the base of his cock where they connected.

“So what did you think about these hip dips again?” He breathed out resting his forehead against hers, fully taking off her sweater so they could feel each other’s warmth, skin to skin. “You mean my love handles babe” She giggled beaming up at him, despite her face being riddled with sweat and saliva, but Ari was sure he looked the exact same. From then on he swore he would fuck the insecurities out of her, even if it was the last thing he’d do.

“That’s my girl, now come on, let’s go home so I can help you with this ‘stupid sociology essay’ so we can spend the week doing somethin more productive” He joked cleaning her up a bit, even fixing her hair that was now all over the place, “Or something more reproductive” She giggled kicking her legs, already feeling him growing hard against her thigh, she’s got him again.

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PSA: Big beefy Ari is back again🫶🫶🫶🙏

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

week 5 - day 17 - kinktober - 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 - 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.

warning - 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.

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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.

“Class dismissed! Please make sure to have your work handed in by next Tuesday. It’s not that hard, people.” Jake groans, taking his glasses off as he runs his hand down his face dreading what he has to do next. He puts his glasses back on before standing and fixing his shirt. Jake walks over to where his very tiny and well-liked student stands, packing her school supplies in her small princess bag. “Miss L/n, may I have a word with you before you go?” 

Y/n looks up, her face lightening as her favourite Professor stands before her. She blushes under his gaze, her thighs squeezing together, not so subtly, wishing that he’d touch her as her daddies do but will never mention that to them, not wanting to hurt their feelings or make them think that she doesn’t love them. Y/n jumps onto her desk, giving Professor Jensen a big grin “of course, Mr Jensen.”

Jake’s eyes dance down her body, taking in the form-fitting, tiny dark blue sundress. His pants tighten at the sight of her breasts nearly spilling out, and Jake clears his throat as his gaze darts back up to Y/n’s dumbed-out face. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t completed any assignments I’ve given you. My question is, Miss L/n. Why haven’t you been handing in your work?” 

Y/n pouts, her brows furrowing as her breath hitches, “a–am I in trouble, Professor?” Her doe-like eyes widen, staring up at the tall man, lip beginning to wobble at the thought of disappointing the man.

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. I just need to know if there is a reason for the lack of work.” 

Y/n’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ before a dreamy smile appears, “oh! I got a reason for it, Mister!” Jake nods and gestures for you to continue, “I was getting railed by my daddies!” Jake’s eyes widen at the confession, “I mean… They try to help me with my work 'cause I’m a dumb baby, but it usually ends with me underneath them.” A giggle escapes Y/n’s lips, eyes glazing over as she thinks about her daddies.

Many emotions go through Jake at that moment, shock, anger, jealousy and horniness. He shifts a bit as he feels his cock harden, rubbing against the denim of his jeans. Without meaning to, Jake lets his jealousy get the better of him. “That’s no excuse, Miss L/n, and it’s quite disappointing to know you’d rather be a whore than do your work.” Jake storms over to his desk, grabbing a stack of paper before walking back. Not noticing how Y/n’s bottom lip quivers or the tears filling her eyes, Jake practically slams the papers into her chest before continuing. “If you don’t have these completed by next week, then I will be going to head office and get you removed from either my class or this school.” 

Y/n watches her Professor storm back to his desk through blurry eyes, quickly tightening her grip on the papers and her bag. She runs out of the room, holding back her sobs the best she can as she runs home. The moment the building comes into sight, the tears fall, and she runs faster, needing to be wrapped up in her daddies arms. Y/n slams through the door, bag and papers tossed to the side as she runs through to the kitchen, nearly tackling Steve when she runs into him and wraps her arms around his waist.

Steve gasped in shock, not expecting to be nearly taken out. “Hey baby girl, how was your day?” The smile on his face drops when the sound of Y/n’s sobs fills the room. Dropping the wooden spoon in his hand. Steve quickly turns and wraps his thick arms around his girl. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” Y/n’s tears begin to soak the homemade apron she made him, “Ari! Curtis! I need you in here!” Steve continues to rub his hand up and down Y/n’s back, trying desperately to calm her down.

Two bulky men run into the room, faces hard, until their eyes land on their blubbering baby. All three men hold you, wrapping you tightly between them, letting you cry whatever upsets you out. Ari pulls out a chair, sits down and pulls you along with him, placing your small form on his lap. “Do you want to tell us what has you so upset, little baby?” Steve and Curtis come close, placing their hands on your body, comforting you in a way that slowly calms you down, causing you to nod at Ari’s question.

With three pairs of hands stroking your hair and any other part of you, Y/n takes a shaky breath before she begins. “M–Mr Jensen was mean,” a pout starts to form on her plump lips as she gulps, “he came up to me after class asking to talk, and I was so excited! I thought I was such a good girl, but t–then he asked why I haven’t completed any of the work that he gives out, and I told him the truth.” Her wide eyes stare at all three men who listen intensively, “cause daddies always told me to tell the truth, or I get punished but Mr Jensen, he got mad and” Y/n’s cheeks go a deep red when she thinks back to what he called her.

Curtis’s hand moves down to her chin before lifting her head, making her look back up. “What happened then, bunny? Hmm?” His dark blue eyes stare deep into hers, a brow raised as he waits for her to speak.

“H–he called me a whore and said that if I don’t finish the work by next week… That he’ll go to the head office and get me kicked out of either his class or the school.” Her doe-like eyes stare deep into Curtis’s, not daring to look away, or there will be consequences. The hands petting her stop short when the words slip from her lips. Y/n shuffles in Ari’s lap as she starts to feel the tensions rise. Steve notices that she begins to worry, hurriedly hides his emotions and picks her up.

“You want to help me make dinner, baby girl?” Y/n nods, covering his face with kisses, appreciating his distraction. Steve places the small woman down onto the ground, letting her feet touch the floor before she wanders off to where her apron hangs. Steve turns to the other two older men, their blue eyes hard as stone and jaws clenched. Looking at one another, they nod as an agreement is formed. Curtis joins Ari at the table, taking a seat as they wait for dinner, Steve turns back to his best girl, and a vast grin forms, and the sound of claps fills the room. “Well done, baby! I’m so proud of you.” Y/n beams, cheeks turning a rosy pink from the praise as she looks down and plays with the hem of her white cherry-covered apron.

“Thank you, daddy! Food now?” Steve nods.

Chats and laughter fill the kitchen as everyone is sat at the table, eating the massive feast that Steve cooked all day. The three men all take turns doting on the tiny female, wiping her face clean, praising her, hands settled on her thigh, back or stroking her hair. 

When dinner ends, Ari cleans up with the help of Curtis as Steve carries Y/n to the bathroom. Setting her down on the toilet seat whilst he runs the bath, adding a vanilla-scented bubble bath, a smile forms on Steve’s face as Y/n’s giggles fill the room. He turns and prepares to help her strip but finds Y/n already naked and ready to wash the day away. The bathroom was filled with hums and laughter as Steve washed her and she played with her rubber ducks.

Steve picks his girl up, wrapping a fluffy pink towel around her and drying her; Steve unplugs the bath. He lathers Y/n in lotions and her skincare products before they head into the bedroom where Ari and Curtis are. Ari opens his arms up and smiles when Y/n runs into them and wraps herself around his warm body. Curtis hands Ari her pyjamas before they all strip off and change. Tiny hands grip Ari’s shoulders as she puts one leg in her pants at a time.

Y/n settles between her men, snuggling close to them, feeling safe and protected. The heat from their bodies warm her cold body; Curtis, Ari and Steve kiss Y/n goodnight, reminding her that she’s a good girl and that they love her and will always love her.

Steve, Ari and Curtis wake before Y/n does; they gently kiss any exposed flesh before getting up and deciding to start breakfast. Once in the kitchen, Curtis leans back against the wooden chair, sipping the freshly made black coffee as a stern glare settles on his face, “so what do you think?” 

Ari turns slightly, and the bacon he’s cooking is sizzling, “About yesterday?” Ari chuckles, shaking his head and turning back to the pan. “There’s not much we do, and she’d hate us if we killed him. ‘Cause if you haven’t noticed, our little baby has a crush on her Professor.” Steve nods in agreement, scrambling the eggs in a separate pan as he begins to talk.

“It was wrong of him to hurt our girl like that, maybe….” Steve trails off before shaking his head and focusing on the eggs. Both men stare at him, waiting for him to continue, but after a few minutes of silence, they grow annoyed.

“Maybe what, Jackass?” Curtis growls, frustrated with the whole ordeal. He’s been on edge since you came home crying, so as you can see, he doesn’t have time for Steve to be a dumbass.

“Maybe… We should show him what a whore she really is,” Steve says, turning to face the other two. Ari and Curtis look at each other and shrug before turning back to Steve with dark smirks.

“Why not” Ari shrugs, “but we won’t mention it to her. Let’s leave it a surprise for both of them.” Ari grows hard at the thought, “we’ll need someone to hold him so he doesn’t try to leave, and I know full well that none of us will volunteer.” 

“We could give Bucky and Andy a call. We are supposed to see them today, anyway.” Curtis shrugs, gulping down his coffee before they hear tiny feet hitting the ground and giggling. Y/n runs into the room, feeling refreshed and happier than yesterday, dressed in a pastel yellow sundress that is still too small around her chest.

“Good morning, baby girl/little baby/bunny.” All three men greet her at the same time. Y/n grins as she walks over to each of them and gives them their morning kiss. When she reaches Curtis and leans down to kiss him, his hand comes around and goes underneath the dress, squeezing the plump flesh before slapping her ass, causing her to squeal.

Y/n giggles, “naughty daddy.” She makes herself comfortable on his lap while Steve and Ari serve breakfast. The kitchen is again filled with chatter and plates scraping as everyone digs in.

After eating and chatting, Steve looks at the time and stands. “C’mon, baby girl. Time to go to school; you have a big day ahead.” Y/n nods, giving them more kisses and hugs before walking to her bag; she grabs it and heads straight to school.

Y/n dreads going into Professor Jensen’s class, knowing she’s disappointed him, but she’s a big girl who has to suck it up. That’s what daddies tell her anyway when they feed her mouth and princess parts with their lollipops and cream.

Y/n walks into his class with her head down, missing the way his eyes follow her with guilt, placing her things down as she takes a seat. The course begins, and for about twenty minutes, Jake talks about a subject that Y/n wasn’t paying attention to. Her mind was too focused on how last night, none of her daddies played with her and how incredibly horny she felt.

As Jake pushes his glasses up and goes to say something, the classroom door slams open; in storms, five incredibly hot, bulky and angry men. Y/n squeals, excited to see her daddies and their friends. Bucky and Andy send her a small smile before their gaze focuses on the shocked teacher, Y/n’s thighs together, and small whines leave her lips. Curtis turns toward the class and growls for everyone to get out. The rush of feet and people fleeing fills the room before seven people are left.

Y/n gets up and runs to her daddies, giving them a big smile but stops short at the sight of their angry faces. Bucky and Andy walk over to where Jake stands, grab hold of him and push him down into the teacher’s chair. “Bunny, get on the desk now.” She scrambles to the wooden desk, desperately trying to jump her tiny body up. A squeal leaves her lips as she’s suddenly lifted and placed lying on the desk.

Ari’s hands move up Y/n’s legs, dress lifting along the way and flashing everyone her bare cunt. Brows furrowed as Ari looked up at his little baby, “weren’t you wearing those cute little white knickers of yours, little baby? Where’d they go?” Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink as she quickly looks away and hides her face, “and your all wet. Huh…” Ari’s head turns toward where Jake sits, sweat gathering around the poor man’s forehead. “I guess you were right. She is a little whore.” A dark smirk appears on his face.

Curtis walks around until he’s standing in front of Jake, leaning down to his level and giving him a wide twisted grin. He grips Jake’s chin, glaring into his terrified blue eyes. “You ever be a dick to our girl again, we will kill you, and she won’t be able to stop it. Got it?” Jake’s head rapidly nods up and down. Curtis’s eyes move up to Andy’s and nods, causing him to swap places with Steve and join Ari, ready to devour you.

A sharp moan fills the room as Ari dives between his girl’s legs, lapping at her glistening cunt, his thick fingers digging into her thighs as his tongue swirls around her swollen button. His hand slowly moves up her thigh and reaches her core. The tips of his fingers lightly brush her weeping entrance, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips, their cocks straining to break out of their pants at her desperate whimpers.

Curtis’s gruff voice fills the air, causing chills to run down Y/n’s spine and her cunt to clench around nothing. “Remember, she’s OUR girl. You three are just getting a taste and nothing more, and if you try anything without our say-so. You will regret it, Andy.” The bearded lawyer slowly drags his gaze away from the withering woman's body, looking toward the rugged man. “You will listen to Ari, do as he instructs. He will show you what she likes and dislikes.” The man nods before looking back at Y/n. Curtis turns and looks at Bucky and Jake, “same goes for you two, Bucky. You will listen to Steve and you.” His glare set as he stares down Jake, “you will listen to me.” 

Y/n’s hand tangles into Ari’s hair as his tongue swirls around her little clit, his fingers pushing their way through her weeping cunt. “D–Daddy, oh– too much.” She whines, her grip tightening on his hair as he picks up the pace, curling his fingers against her sweet spot whilst he harshly sucks on her clit. Y/n’s other hand comes up and grips Andy’s jean-clad thighs. Little squeals and moans fall from her plump lips as her daddy devours her princess parts, not once coming up for air as he laps up all the juices he can. 

Andy and the men standing off to the side all have their eyes focused on her and cocks straining harder against their pants at her breathy moans.

Ari pulls away, causing a bratty whine to leave Y/n’s lips. She tries to push him back between her legs, but she yelps as Ari’s hand slaps against her ass. “Don’t be greedy, little baby. Now take this pretty little dress off and get on your stomach.” Y/n stares at him with wide eyes, no words going through to her, as her brain is fuzzy. Ari smirks, tilting his head as he licks her juices from his lips. “Did you hear me, little baby? Or have you gone stupid.” She continues to stare, her plump lips pouting. Ari looks up at Andy and nods, “well, go on, take her dress off and spin her. My dumb little baby is too stupid to do big girl things.” 

Andy reaches over, grabbing hold of the flimsy material before tearing it off her. Y/n’s soft, plump breasts bounce freely before a squeal leaves her lips as she’s flipped. A hand comes down, slapping her ass. Moans and cries leave her as it continues ten more times, her cheeks red and her cunt dripping. “Sorry, little baby, but that’s what you get for being a whore.” Ari leans down and kisses her back before unzipping his pants and nodding for his friend to do the same.

Both men take out their bulging members, their tips angry looking and leaking. Ari turns as he hears a noise, noticing Curtis setting up a phone and putting it on record, “Look baby, you’re gonna be a star.” He smirks, grabbing hold of his swollen cock and rubbing it against her folds, placing it against her lips and tapping. “Open wide for Andy, little baby. He wants you to suck on his lollipop and give you all his cream.” Y/n’s greedy mouth opens, happily moaning around the fat cock. Ari slides deep inside her tight cunt in one quick thrust, causing Andy to throw his head back and let out a deep moan as Y/n vibrates around him.

The two men set a pace, Ari’s hands gripping Y/n’s hips as he roughly fucks deep into her cunt and Andy’s hand wrapped in her hair as he holds her head still for him to fuck harshly into her throat. Their actions were brutal, but the tiny woman between them was causing a puddle on the desk, “you like this, little baby? Being used by daddy’s friend? All these men are watching you, and yet your dripping like a goddamn whore.” Ari pounds harder into her, Y/n’s screams vibrating around Andy’s cock, making her gag when he thrusts deeper. 

“Don’t listen to your daddy, honey. You’re not a whore. You’re a good girl. Aren’t you?” Y/n’s eyes lift and stare deep into Andy’s lustful ones, trying to nod in agreement, but the thick cock in her throat causes her trouble. Her eyes cross as Ari hits a particular spot, making drool seep out of the corners of her mouth, Andy’s cock thrusting easier as more saliva comes out. 

Andy’s head lolls back, grunting as his end approaches and his thrusts become sloppy. His hands tighten in her hair as he goes faster until he feels his warm cum spurt out deep inside her throat. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” His large hand strokes her head, “swallow it all, honey. Your daddies told me you like cream.” His cock twitches as she swallows his cum, licking and sucking his member to get all the yummy cream.

Once Andy steps away, tucking his cock back into his jeans. Ari pulls her body closer to him and pounds incredibly hard inside her, “you’ve been a bad girl, little baby. You know you are only supposed to listen to your daddies and not other men.” He throws his head back, gripping your hair as his hips snap deeper and faster. “Did you like his cream? Huh? You want more?” Ari pounds harder when you nod, “dirty little girl, you better thank Andy for giving you his cream.” His hand wraps around her hair, creating a ponytail and pulling until her head is up, and she’s looking at Andy through dazed eyes.

“T–thank you, sir.” Y/n moans out, her cunt clenching around Ari, squeezing the life out of his thick member.

Andy smirks. His hand comes up and strokes her cheek. “What are you thanking me for, honey? Hmm?” His thumb rubs her plump bottom lip, watching it instinctively fall open.

“Y–your – Oh Daddy! I’m going to –” A squeal leaves her lips as Andy slaps her cheek, raising his brow. “S–sorry, sir. Thank you for giving me your cream.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Your welcome, honey.” Andy holds her hands as Ari continues to thrust. His groans can be heard as she squeezes his cock; her juices squirt out and cover Ari and the desk, cum drips down the side of the desk and onto the floor. Causing Ari to thrust deep and release his cum into her womb before stepping back and walking over to the rest of the men with Andy.

Y/n doesn’t get a chance to breathe as her daddy Steve comes over with Bucky; Steve grabs his little girl and flips her onto her back. Softly tickling her sides and smiling down at her when her cute giggles fill the room. “Hey, baby girl.” Steve runs his thumb softly up and down her cheek, a small smile on his face as she grins a brighter and dazed smile back at him.

“Hiya daddy, can… Can I have your balls, pretty please, daddy?” Y/n pouts, eyes growing wide as she stares deeply into his soft blue ones. He nods, continuing to stroke her cheek as his other hand comes down and unzips his jeans, pulling the monster-like cock out, his heavy balls following. Steve’s cock twitches as a needy whimper leave her lips, her gaze locked on the weighted sacks, mind leaving her as she thinks of all the ways to get his cream out of them.

“Open wide, baby girl.” Her mouth eagerly opens as Steve guides his balls toward her mouth, a sharp moan leaving his lips when she latches on and begins to suck. Her small hands come up and stroke his lollipop. Vibrations shoot through her and his balls when Bucky circles her overstimulated button. His thick metal fingers pinch the bud before entering them into her tight hole, pushing Ari’s and her cum back inside her.

“Fuck– she’s still so fucking tight.” Bucky’s eyes connect with Steve’s, “what do you want me to do, boss.” Steve glares at his best friend, annoyed for a split second by his sarcastic tone before a grunt falls from his plump pink lips. 

“Finger her, fuck the cum back into the little whore.” A dark look takes over Steve’s features; looking down at his baby, who’s too focused on sucking as much of his balls into her mouth. He flicks her pebbled nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them and slapping them. “You want that, baby girl? You want Bucky to fuck your daddy’s cum back inside you? Wanna be full and pregnant? Yeah, you do, baby.” A thick glob of saliva lands on Y/n’s cheek, “you’re just our dumb baby, gonna carry all our kids. Keep you full and round all year.” Steve collects the spit that landed on your cheek and rubs it onto your nipples, causing your cunt to clench and Bucky to shove his metal fingers in quickly.

“Fucking hell.” Bucky slams his fingers in and out of her, his flesh hand coming up and slapping her swollen clit, causing the small woman’s body to jerk and moan around Steve’s heavy sack. A smirk falls upon Bucky’s face, turning to look at Jake, who sits desperate and hard in his chair, “I bet you can’t wait for your turn, buddy. That’s if Curtis over there lets you” his pace picks up, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot, making your toes curl.

Steve pulls his balls out of your mouth, a string of salvia connected. Your whines and moans fill the room, hands reaching out, wanting him back inside you. Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head when Bucky continues to curl into your sweet spot. Steve comes forward and taps his cockhead against your plump drooling lips, his precum leaking onto your lip and inside your mouth, causing Y/n’s eyes to shoot open and your pupils to blow out.

“Daddy, daddy, please! Want your cream! Please gimme your cream, please – oh.” Y/n’s tongue sticks out, “B–Bucky, Sir! Feels so good.” She squeals when he slaps his hand on her clit, juices squirting out for a second time. Y/n’s body begins to sag, feeling exhausted, but her half-lidded eyes are focused on her daddy’s cock and balls, not wanting to disappoint him by forgetting her manners. She quickly stutters out, “t–thank you, sir! Cream now?” 

“Okay, baby girl. You did so well, so good. Relax your throat; daddy’s going to fill you up with his cream.” Hanging her head over the edge of the desk, mouth opening. Steve grabs the base of his cock, slowly sliding into his girl’s mouth and all down her throat, causing a bump to be seen. His cock twitches as he watches her eyes roll back, and she begins to suck hard; Steve’s hand comes down and wraps around her throat as he starts to thrust, groaning at the feeling of her throat constricting around his thick member. “That’s a good girl; fondle my balls, baby girl.” 

Y/n’s shaky hands massage the massive sacks, happily sucking on her daddy as she feels he’s close to giving her his cream. Her tongue struggles to swirl around him, suckling on the mushroom tip, lapping at the pre-cum that leaks out. “Get ready, baby girl. Daddy’s going to cum.” Steve’s pace starts to pick up, feeling his cock twitch wildly before a large groan leaves his lips. Thick white cum spurted out and down his girl’s throat, her lips tightly wrapped around his tip as she sucked as much of his cream out. Practically eating it, Y/n’s eyes close as she hums happily, continuing to caress heavy sacks and milking her daddy’s cock from all his cream.

Steve slowly pulls out, and a drop of cum leaks from her mouth; he quickly catches it with his thumb and sticks the digit in her mouth, watching with happy eyes as she sucks the cum off, giving him a big smile. “Thank you, daddy.” Steve leans down and kisses her plump lips gently before he and Bucky walk over to the other men and swap with Curtis and Jake.

Curtis stares at Y/n with a twisted look in his eyes, strolling over and running a finger down her face. “Hey, bunny. You up for one more?” he whispers softly. Y/n whines and rolls over, babbling quietly about something, Curtis leans over and delivers a harsh smack on her ass, causing her to squeal and try to roll back around, but he holds her down. “What was that, bunny? Are you really being a naughty little slut after everything?” Growing annoyed at her whines, Curtis delivers four more slaps, her squeals slowly turning to moans.

“P–please, daddy, no more. S–so sensitive.” Her wide doe-like eyes stare up at him, tears brimming and her plump bottom lip quivers. His hand comes around and grips her chin, dark blue eyes staring dangerously into hers.

“D–daddy, no more. D–daddy, my teacher called me a whore. D–daddy, I’m such a whiny little brat.” His other hand comes down, delivering a harsher slap, and the grip on Y/n’s chin is so tight that it could cause a bruise. “Don’t you wanna please, daddy? Don’t you want to please your favourite teacher? From what I heard, bunny. You’ve been naughty by not doing your work. Were you going to bat your pretty little eyes, spread your slutty legs, and hope to get away with it?” Y/n rapidly shakes her head, tears falling as her lip trembles.

“N–no, daddy! I wanna please you!” Her head continues to shake, “wasn’t gonna! Was told not to!” Curtis grabs her head, stopping it from moving, gently stroking her cheeks and wiping the tears away.

“It’s okay, bunny. I believe you. Just open wide for daddy and Jake over there, and I promise you that you’ll get to relax afterwards.” His soothing words enter her, the darkness going over her head as she nods. Leaning forward to place a desperate kiss on his lips before lying on her back again, her legs falling open along with her mouth.

Curtis slowly takes out his cock, slapping the head on her cheeks before sliding deep into her throat, his head throwing back and a raspy growl falling from his lips. His head falls forward again, and he places his hands on either side of Y/n’s head whilst thrusting. Curtis’s eyes roam down her body and stop at her empty cunt, dark eyes snapping up and glaring down the shaking man. “She’s not gonna finger herself, trust me. We would know.” A grunt falls from his lips as he feels her tug on his balls.

Jake still hasn’t moved, his mind too focused on not doing the wrong thing because, to be honest, Curtis scares the living shit out of him. His eyes are glued to Y/n’s glistening cunt, never expecting to see it.

“Do you need me to fucking guide you or something? Are you dumb too? The fuck are you waiting for.” Curtis growls, his thrusts harsher as he wraps a hand around Y/n’s throat and squeezes. A gargled moan leaves her moan and vibrates her third daddy’s cock. 

Jake’s hand moves toward Y/n’s dripping cunt, swirling a finger around her overstimulated button, causing her to jump and whine against the cock in her mouth. He slides a few fingers in before slowly thrusting them in and out, his thumb rubbing Y/n’s clit whilst curling his fingers. Her back arches, choking on Curtis’s cock and gripping the side of her teacher’s desk while he fucks his fingers into her. Jake’s hand comes around and holds her hip down, pushing his fingers faster and harder into her until she finally convulses, her cum squirting out of her and all over her teacher.

Y/n’s moans are cut off by Curtis’s cock, causing the vibrations to run through him and his cum to shoot out of him and down her throat. The thick and heavy member twitches as his balls tighten, and he grips her hair, thrusting his cream deeper into her mouth, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head as she swallows the delightful cream.

He slowly pulls out, petting her hair before looking between Jake and Bucky. The only two men who haven’t cum this whole time, his gaze returns to his baby’s. “Bunny, do you wanna be covered in cream?” Her dazed eyes shoot open, nodding. Curtis looks at both the men, “well, cover her.” 

Bucky walks over to her side, slowly taking his throbbing member out as Jake does the same. The tired and used woman lies there, eyes focused on both of the men’s members as their hands move up and down the base, twisting their wrists and giving their attention to their tips as they take in Y/n’s body. Strokes pick up, feeling their heavy balls tighten and their cocks twitch. White streams of cream shoot out of the thick mushroom tips and cover Y/n. Her squeals of happiness and excitement fill the room as her fingers scoop up the mix of creams and suck on them. Hums of contempt leave her lips before she lies back and closes her eyes.

Both men tuck their softening cocks back into their pants as Steve grabs the tissues in Y/n’s bag, cleans her up and has help putting her cute little dress on. Ari picks her up bridal style before walking out with Steve. Curtis looks at the other three men, his gaze still hard. 

Curtis gives them a nod, heading over to the still-recording phone, grabbing it before walking out and leaving the men to be confused and satisfied. He catches up with Steve and Ari, kissing his bunny's forehead gently before they head home. “Thank you, daddies. I love you.” Y/n’s sleepy voice can be heard, causing a soft smile to form all the men’s faces.

Once they get to their house, Ari picks Y/n up again whilst Steve rushes inside to start the bath, adding her vanilla-scented bubble bath and ensuring the temperature is set right. Curtis heads into their bedroom and grabs her pyjamas. The pants are a fluffy pink hello kitty and one of his jumpers, needing her to know he still loves her. When Curtis enters the bathroom, Y/n is submerged in the warm bath water, her eyes closed and head tilted back as Ari washes her hair and Steve washes her body. 

Y/n’s eyes open slightly, seeing Curtis holding clothes in the doorway. Her hand reaches out, wanting him to be close as well, a happy and sleepy smile makes its way onto her face as he comes close and holds her hand, his thumb stroking the back of it, and soft giggles fill the room as all three men make her laugh. When the water gets a little cold, she’s picked up, dried and lotioned before clothes are placed on her petite form, and a cute little laugh leaves her lips as she’s picked up and taken to their bed, where a bunch of snacks and water sits.

She settles between her daddies, snuggling into the three beefy men and covering their faces in kisses when she notices a Disney movie is put on. Curtis places the water bottle against her lips, ensuring she has fluids in her system whilst Ari feeds her and Steve massages any part of her body that he can. 

thank you for reading! this piece is dedicated to the amazing @junipermuses, wouldn't have been able to come up with it without her.

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sweetlilbambi]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ EVANSVIEW UNIVERSITY!

pairings: professor!frank adler x sleazy!bus driver!ari levinson x naive!reader x pervy!lloyd hansen

warnings: dark content, non/dubcon, don’t read if that bothers u pls, general pervert stuff lol, masturbation, dirty thoughts, university stuff, depraved thinking, n i think thats it?

note: not a full fic!! just a lil concept of what me n sab always talks about hehe <3 s’like our lil baby n i wna share it to u all <3

attending a university where your professor is frank adler and all the girls on campus gush over the hot older brunette. how could they not when he walks around the campus with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt rolled up to his forearms and deep voice booming thru the whole room whenever he speaks. he’s handsome and everyone knows it, he knows it. 

so it’s not a suprise for him to use his charm when he set his eyes on you, pretty little you. his star student. walking around with your short skirts and adorable tiny dresses that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. it drives him insane, and sometimes he thinks that you’re doing it on purpose, especially since numerous people have tried shooting their shot on him. 

but to his surprise, your naive self doesn’t realize all the longing looks you recieve from people, and the many heads that you turn just with your presence. 

so don’t blame him if you walking up to his desk with that sparkle in your eye and the shy smile that grows on your face makes his cock hard as a rock. you’re asking for clarification about one of the questions in his assigned packet but frank can’t focus, no. his mind is full of thoughts about lifting up your skirt and bending you over his desk while he slides your panties to the side so he can ram his cock inside that tight little hole. 

maybe he’ll make you ride him in his chair too. but he’ll leave the door unlocked just cause he knows girls like you loves a little risk. he’ll whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are for letting your professor use your cunt as a stress reliever, and bully his way into your hole while he rubs your nub. oh his cock is twitching under his trousers just at the thought of it.

he snaps out of his thoughts once he hears you ask if you could set up an appointment for a bit of help on the topic, and he tells you that he’s free right this second. thinking that if he plays his cards right, he’ll have you on your knees in a snap. but the frown that replaces your smile makes him curse under his breath, listening to your explanation about your part time job in the library. 

guess his desires will have to wait. but don’t worry, he’s a patient man. and what frank wants, frank gets. one way or the other. 

your job on the other hand though, is just so lovely. everyday after your classes are over, you take the campus bus while you stare out the window with your headphones plugged in your ears and your curious eyes watching everything move around you.

but the sleazy bus driver, ari levinson, manages to always catch your attention. you learned his name from all the small conversations that he always makes with you, a hybrid of a smile and a smirk always on his face whenever he speaks. he always asks about yourself, your major, what you’re up to, your love life, and sometimes he even makes a comment or two about your sex life.

it makes you confused, but the smile never leaves your face while you answer his intrusive questions, it would be rude not to! and your mama always reminds you of your manners.

plus, mr. levinson is so nice! he always make sure you look your best before you head to work! you got a dirt on your chest? don’t worry, he’ll clean it for you while his fingers make contact with your nipples. the wind is blowing your skirt up? well he’s there to pull it down! he even gives your butt a firm tap and a little squeeze that makes you blush. his hands always linger a little too long, but you don’t mind. after all, a little touch is nothing compared to the service that he provides for the students! 

though behind that reliable bus driver facade, lies his true intentions. his head littered with thoughts of just snatching you up and using you inside the bus that you use everyday. make you remember how his cock feels shoved inside you while he drives you to your destination. 

he thinks he’ll go slow at first, his left hand covering your mouth while his right holds his base until the tip of his cock meets your drooling hole. maybe he’ll even tease you at first, slap your clit with his cock and rub it through your folds and spread your wetness until he finally push his cock inside you. he bets you’ll like that. 

but ari knows you’re just a fragile little girl, and it will take some time til’ he gets to his goal. so he’ll stick to staring and groping you for now.

after you step out the vehicle and give ari a little goodbye wave, you’re off to your favorite place in the university! surrounded by books and quietness that you so need after a stressful day. 

most of the work you do is only organizing the books and checking out the items that people get, most of the times the students can fend for themselves. but there’s a regular that’s always apart of your day.

you think he’s an outsider, not really thinking he’s a student since his looks are far from being one and you don’t necessarily think he’s a professor or a staff either. after looking at his library card many times before, you quickly learned that his name is lloyd hansen. the man with a mustache that’s always using one of the computers.

what you don’t know though is how he jerks off his cock under the desk while watching you walk around the room. his cock rock hard and tip an angry red while precum oozes out of his slit. he imagines you licking it up all the time.

he edges himself everytime he does it, he waits until you’re stacking the books and reaches the bottom section. he watches you take the books in your hand and bend over to put them in their rightful places. that way, lloyd can catch a glimpse of your pretty underwear (that he likes to think you wear for him) and it’s what always tips him over the edge.

every single time he makes sure to keep his cum in his hands, and after fixing himself up, he picks up a random book with his messy hand to have an excuse to go over and give it to you. he watches as you take the book in your hand and take notice of the white sticky substance that transferred on your palms. you only complain with a small “oops!” before wiping the wetness on your skirt and giving him a small thank you in return. the action is enough to make his cock hard again.

and everyday it’s the same, perving on the prettiest librarian that he’s ever laid his eyes on and making sure that she leaves with traces of him. 

you on the other hand is none the wiser, heart full for the man who always helps you. even though his eyes always seem to be on you and everytime he hands you an object, it always seems to have this wet, sticky substance. but you don’t prod! just happy to have such a nice frequent visitor!

overall, you love attending this university and all the people in it! wether they be a secretly depraved professor, a sleazy bus driver, or a pervy regular! you don’t mind, they just make your day so much better.

[royalsweetteaa]

Blurred Lines

Pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - the story contains the following: professor/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, explicit smut, jealousy, angst, fluff.

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Last year, you had started your college journey after high school following a two year gap of working and traveling. You applied for general studies with social science and English majoring as your main courses.

It’s when you met professor Levinson, your social science teacher. You have taken his classes for the past half year, and he taught you like no other teacher has before. He had genuine passion for his subject and was good at engaging the students to learn and not be afraid to ask questions.

You used to be shy and mute during your first semester, but he had encouraged you to be more active by taking one step at a time. He would give you advice on how to challenge yourself - like maybe ask a question that interests you one day and answer a question another day. You slowly came out of your shell and became pretty active during his lessons.

He had expressed being proud of you for your achievements and he offered you to pay him a visit every once in a while at his office if you felt like talking about something.

This was when things started to change - nothing unpleasant but just not something you imagined would happen.

You started to notice the way professor Levinson would look at you from time to time when he thought you didn’t notice. He would check you out, sometimes admire you from afar, and even when it came to simple physical touches - like tapping your shoulder, he would let his hand rest on you for a few more moments than with others.

What made you convinced that he was interested in you was when he told you to call him by his first name - Ari, during your conversations in his office.

From what you were aware of, you were the only one who had been invited for small talk too. You would pop in during lunch and vent or talk about life, love, plans and dreams. He would share all of those with you too. It made you feel special, and the fact that he was considered the most attractive teacher and man in town made you feel even more lucky.

- And then it was the pet names he would use when talking to you. The first time you heard him calling you cupcake made your heart melt. You knew then that you had developed feelings for him.

Sure, there was a notable age gap between the two of you and he was your professor of all people, but you were of legal age & single, and you felt impatient on waiting to test if professor Levinson really had it for you or not. You didn’t want to wait until it seemed appropriate to engage in a potential romantic relationship with him.

You had multiple scenarios in your head of him confessing his love for you to him fucking you on his office desk. You knew he was huge. Your eyes had once wandered to his prominent bulge beneath his office desk. You had learned that sometimes men get boners at unconventional times, but surely it wasn’t a coincidence. You would always lean or press your arms together to make your boobs apparent under your shirt, and you had caught him a few times looking at them

. You always held onto little hope, especially when you had conversations and he had that look on his face that he would snap and pounce you over.

But it hadn’t happened. Yet.

All of this led you to present time. It was a regular day, and like any other - you were on your way with your lunch box to Ari’s office. Today you had packed some cake to share with him. It was Friday after all, and even a professor deserves sweet things once in a while, you thought.

You were about to knock until the door opened itself through the other side. The person who had opened it was a woman, looking like she was of same age as your Ari. She nearly bumped into you and gasped in surprise of your presence before giggling an apology. She then turned to Ari and winked him a goodbye. Ari snickered and waved a goodbye back, before moving his attention to you.

“I apologize on Miss Daffney’s behalf, she tends to bump into people when she’s not looking, - step into my office, Y/N.” He said, and quickly gestured you to walk past him while he closed the door.

Miss,…that means she’s single, You thought. “Who’s Miss Daffney?” You asked bluntly. Your skin itched for an answer ever since you saw her, and you couldn’t contain it.

“She’s a new professor at this college. She majors in biology and currently teaches in microbiology and genetics. Very reliable woman.” He said casually.

Reliable? What’s that supposed to mean?

“What did you bring with you today? You always bring goodies. Have some for me too?” He asked with a humorous smile. He had sat down too, leaning against his office chair and getting comfortable.

“Yeah, I do….what did you and her talk about before I came?” You hated yourself for being such a mood killer, but you were desperate to know what Ari’s current relationship status was. He had told you he was single and wasn’t seeing anyone, but after seeing that woman - you had doubts.

He furrowed his brows at your question. “Cupcake….why do you ask? Is something wrong?”

There he goes again with the petname…

He had called you that ever since you brought homemade cupcakes for class in celebration of completing the first semester. It wasn’t a casual nickname or an inside joke among the class though. He always called you that during private conversations like this one, which gave you the impression that it was more of an intimate pet name rather than a nickname.

You found the courage to ask the big question. “Ari, what are we? You’ve been…giving me signals that to me indicate that you’re interested in me. But now I don’t even know anymore because you’re apparently flirting with a colleague as well. From what I know, you don’t invite anyone else from my class to talk to you in your office, alone, and you certainly don’t look at others the way you look at me. I know where your eyes wander in those split seconds when we talk. Either I’m right or delusional. Tell me Ari, which one is it? I’m tired of playing this game.”

Ari stared at you in disbelief. It was apparent he didn’t expect this to be the topic of discussion today at all, but here you were, being confrontational.

“Y/N….I can’t…,you know that as your professor, we could never possibly go beyond being friends. I could never be with a student - let alone a student of mine. That’d be a disaster and cause too much trouble. You’re an amazing student and I am very fond of you, but…..that’s all there is to it. I apologize if I....gave off signals. It wasn't appropriate on my part either. I hope we can move past this and still keep in touch...I'd still like to be your friend.” He finished, before looking up at you with guilt through those gorgeous blue orbs for eyes. You could get lost in them, but with what he had just told you, you felt immensely disappointed. You felt angry even.

You felt led on.

“Really?…well, if it is just that then maybe you should start treating me like I’m just one of your students and nothing else, professor Levinson.” You said his academic title with venom. “I’m not stepping into your office ever again. I’m not going to talk to you unless it’s within class or related to my education.” You snapped, and stood up from the chair. He rose up immediately too, and followed you before you reached the door.

“Muffin, c’mon. Don’t be like this-“ You interrupted him, “oh, and that reminds me! You don’t get to call me that anymore, or cupcake, or sugar. That goes against professor guidelines, right?”

He was left speechless, not sure on what to say. You decided to put salt onto the wound and add another confession. “You know, all this time I had skipped going to those Friday frat parties because I would study your subject at home instead. I did it to impress you, but now that I know you’re not remotely interested in me, I think it’ll be nice to go for a change, like most students do. Maybe I’ll find a guy who’s willing to give me the time of the day and fuck me. There’s no reason for me to stay loyal to you anymore.”

That seemed to make him upset, and his tone turned more stern. “Y/N, you better be careful on what you say to me. You don’t want to do things you might regret solely for getting me back over something I can’t do anything about. Let’s calm down for a moment-” He said and reached for your arm, but you moved yourself away from him.

“Don’t touch me! You’re not allowed. I’m just your student, remember? I can say and do whatever the hell I want to. You always told me I could tell you anything, but you know what, you’re right. Maybe I should stop doing that too, seeing as how personal things have gotten because of it.”

You mumbled a ‘goodbye’ before leaving his office in a hurry - not wanting to stay around to hear another word leave his mouth. You had left the cake on the desk, having little desire to keep it for yourself anyway. He might as well have it and enjoy the last dessert ever coming from me.

When you went to your apartment, you decided for the first time to ask your roommate if you could tag along with her and her friends to the frat party. You had been invited countless of times, but you would say pass because you were too occupied with studying. She was more than happy to take you with and said something along the lines of ‘finally, you’re interested in socializing!’

Hearing that made you realize just how little you have been going out and enjoying your time, because Ari had been occupying your mind to the point where you weren’t present when with other people. You were determined to change that.

I’m an adult for fuck’s sake! I shouldn’t be sobbing over an older man. I need to get myself out there and find someone my own age.

It was 11:00 pm, and you made yourself ready for the night. You borrowed a short black dress from your roommate and a couple of red high heels. You weren’t really used to high heels, but you didn’t have anything prettier. Suck it up, Y/N. You can do this.

You put full effort in your make up and styled your hair. When you were ready, you and your roommate got out to the driveway where a car full of your roommate’s friends were already sitting and cheering for them to hurry up. When you sat in the car, nervousness lingered and you started to loose confidence.

Partying was never really your thing, and you can’t remember ever enjoying it. Surely this would be somewhat different from the high school prom party you attended a few years ago.

Upon arrival, you were met with loud music from the huge speakers outside in the garden. The frat party seemed to be separated into several parts; many seemed to be inside the house from the figure shadows coming in view from the lights, and some were outside in the garden - chatting, drinking,…

…throwing up, unconscious on the grass,…having sex behind a tree.

This was all too overwhelming for you, but the others didn’t react to any of it. This had to be normal then.

After leaving the car, you entered the house and were met by the host. He looked like he was pretty out of it. Alcohol was reeling from everyone’s breaths and the air was far from refreshing. Your roommate had you tag along and she introduced you to new people. They all seemed nice but not sober enough to keep a coherent conversation.

There were different types of alcohol by the table, and being a bit skittish you decided to take the one with the least percentage of alcohol. You have been heavily drunk once and it was not fun at all.

Besides, the whole point for you was to be present. To have a night to remember, and finding a someone to make the night worth it. It had been 40 minutes and unfortunately, you had no such luck of finding a person to make this night special. You lost your roommate in the crowd of people and you found yourself in the corner while everyone had fun.

This was disappointing.

Deciding to leave early, you left the house, took off your high heels and walked alongside the pavement barefoot. Your feet were killing you, so you pulled up your phone to call an Uber.

Before you could get as far as unlocking your phone, a familiar car came into view. The car slowed down, matching your tempo as it drove alongside you. The car window slid down, revealing none other than your professor, Ari Levinson. Of fucking course.

“Need a ride?” He asked sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes and didn’t stop walking. “No, I don’t need anything from you, professor. Move along. Don’t want to be caught with your student outside of campus, do you?” You asked bitterly. “How did you even find me?”

He sighed. “It’s not hard to tell where a frat party is located when it’s only a few miles away from where I live…the music’s loud enough. And besides, I was worried about you. I feel like we need to talk more about earlier. Please, if you get in the car I’ll drive you home and we can talk like adults.”

You scoffed. “Right, so this is what it’s all about…because compared to you I’m just a little girl who doesn’t know what I really want. If you honestly plan on having an ‘adult talk’ about how my feelings are not valid-!”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. Do you have to assume the worst whenever I suggest the simplest things now?”

You halted your steps and stared into his eyes, his car came to a stop accordingly. You were so emotional - from the rejection, not feeling like you fit in with the other students and realizing the only company you genuinely enjoyed was with Ari. He was a mature and levelheaded man who was adventurous at the same time. He wasn’t strict but wasn’t too corny or dorky for your taste - unlike most guys from your classes. It all made sense why you hadn’t been able to connect with any guys your age. You felt alone now that you knew things wouldn’t be the same. You and Ari couldn’t go back to how things were and pretend like nothing ever happened. Like your feelings didn’t exist.

You didn’t noticed when the first tear shed down your cheek. Only did you notice when you saw Ari’s distraught look on his face. “Oh, sugar…” he cooed and turned off the engine of his car before stepping out. He came over to you and pulled you into his broad chest for a hug, soothing your back with slow strokes.

“I’ve always dreaded the day I’d see you cry for the first time and it hurts even more knowing I caused those tears. I’m so sorry, Y/N. We will work this out, okay? All I want is to talk to you so that I can be honest this time.”

That grabbed your attention. You lifted your chin to take a good look at him, trying to detect if he was tricking you, but you couldn’t find anything.

Ari knew what you were doing and chuckled softly. “I’m taking you to my place, alright? I’m sure it’d be better anyway since I don’t want any sudden interruptions from your roommate.” You nodded in agreement and let him lead you to his car. The car ride was quiet, but it only took a few minutes until Ari pulled over to a house.

The house was nice and gave cabin vibes with its wooden exterior. He opened the car door for you and took your hand to lead you to the front door. You were still barefoot and had your high heels in your other hand. He unlocked it and turned on the lights before looking at you. He smirked, checking you out with your entirety.

“You look stunning, but I know you well enough to tell it isn’t your style at all.” He stated.

You laughed and shook your head. “Yeah, it’s not even mine…borrowed it from my roommate. I tried to pull it off but these gave me a hell of a pain.” You said and pointed to the high heels you put down just now.

He grinned and walked over to the fridge and returned to you with two cans of soda in his hands.

“Let’s talk on the couch, muffin.”

You took a sip from the soda before moving the conversation to the topic you needed answers from. “You said something about…not being honest when we talked earlier today. Did you mean that you…”

He swallowed before nodding. “Yes, I actually do like - no, let me correct myself…I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. I have for a long time but…when you confronted me about our relationship, I immediately retorted my feelings because I wanted to protect you.” Ari explained.

“To protect me? I don’t think I follow…”

He took a sip from the can before gathering the courage to explain himself. “I was scared, okay? I didn’t think you had it for me, and when you told me you did I felt like I had tricked you. Like - tricking you into liking me by being too intimate with you all this time. It was unprofessional on my part but,…I just liked having you around me. I still do. You’re so smart and I love that you show interest in what I teach. I love that you care about doing a good job through and through. I love that you’re witty and honest to me about what you think when it comes to different topics…you’re also…very attractive and you don’t even have to expose your body to prove it. You’re just being you, and that sparks something in me to have those feelings for you.” He said and paused for a brief moment.

“I sooner or later realized I had fallen for you, but I felt shame. Shame that I of my age had…lusted over a student who’s 10+ years younger than me. I still feel shame, but I have never felt like this for anyone. You are spectacular and I’m so proud of you, and I would never want to sabotage anything for you, let alone your education. I promise from the bottom of my heart -“

“Ari, I know, it’s fine. I know you wouldn’t want me to be kicked out of college, and I don’t want you to loose your job because of me.” You interrupted. “But you need to realize it’s not morally wrong! I’m an adult who makes my own decisions, you’re an adult too, - We have a connection together that bonds us and unfortunately I just so happen to be your student. That doesn’t mean we still can’t be together. You don’t have to feel any shame for being attracted to me, okay? I feel the same…you’re everything I see in a man. You’re kindhearted and easy to talk to. You seem like you’re genuinely interested in hearing what I have to say and you care. Not to mention, I find you to be very attractive too - hot even.” You said, a bit embarrassed. “No one will find out. This will only be between us. Please Ari, don’t give up on me….

…I love you.”

He stared into your eyes before his wandered to your lips. “Okay….then that settles it. I’m never letting you go, sugar. You’re mine and I’m yours. And for the record, I love you, too, cupcake. Probably more than you do.” He said with a wink.

“Prove it.” I challenged.

He cupped your face and dived in for a kiss. It was delightful and passionate, and it sparked an arising lust in both of you. Ari’s touch moved to your waist as he leaned you gently down the sofa where you would make out for the next five minutes.

For you, those five minutes felt like heaven. He was a great kisser. Words could not describe the sensation of being beneath this glorious man. You were growing needy and horny by the second.

When he detached his lips from yours, you let out a breathless moan before letting out a word. “please, Ari, I…I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me so bad. I can’t wait anymore…” You whined with plea as you bucked your hips against his groin.

“Oh, already, huh? Don’t need to be prepped or anything?” You quickly shook your head. “I guess eating you out can wait…where do you want me to fuck you, muffin?“

“Umm…well, I had hoped the first time we would have sex would have been on your office desk…” that made Ari burst in laughter and you became flustered. He hadn’t expected that for an answer.

“Well, you’re in luck, sugar. I have an office in my house with a desk, and I’d be more than happy to provide and take you there.” He said. You beamed with excitement.

He took you over to his office that was right down the hallway and settled you on his office desk. It was less tidier compared to his office at school - with some scrambled papers by the full bucket of discarded documents, and a few books laying around everywhere. You liked it. It gave an appeal of a hardworking professor in need of an occasional stress relief. You wanted nothing more but to spread your legs while Ari abused your hole as means of relieving some stress. But that could wait for another time.

He took off your black dress which revealed to him you didn’t have a bra on this whole entire time. He was mesmerized by the view of your breasts, and while you let the rest of your dress slide down, you revealed wearing a lacy underwear, drenched in your juices. He moved his head to get a better peak of how your ass looked like. You bit your lip as you saw the look on Ari’s face. His mouth was slightly agape, as if he was on the verge of drooling.

He gazed at you again, smirking. “You’re a slut, aren’t’cha? Dressed like a whore, wanting to be fucked by your professor in his office…filthy girl acting like a bitch in heat….” He said with roughness in his voice. His pupils were fully dilated, giving a dark look to him. He looked like a starved animal wanting to claim his feast.

You whined with desperation. “Mhm, but I’m your slut, professor…want your cock inside me…. please fill me up, Ari..” He removed your underwear, unzipped his trousers and glided himself along your folds to slick his cock with your juices. He groaned in pleasure, and you followed with a light moan. You hadn’t had sex with someone for some time, but you had a dildo you used occasionally whenever you were horny and imagined Ari. His dick was nothing compared to the one you had though. It was so much bigger and better.

Ari stared at your cunt, using his fingers to spread your pussy lips and admiring your clenching hole.

“Such a pretty little pussy….you said something about finding a boy to fuck at the party earlier today…tell me, did you do it? Did you find a frat boy who would have only lasted seconds, or do you need a man’s cock to fuck you stupid?” Ari asked.

He couldn’t deny he was a little jealous when you threatened to find someone at the frat party. It pissed him off that you were willing to give yourself just like that, but he knew you said it out of getting a reaction out of him. He knew you were a goody two shoes - loyal to finishing your assignments and loyal to him, no matter how much you wanted to rebel against it. He loved that about you.

Ari pushed the tip in and out, denying your pussy the satisfaction of being filled. You whimpered and nearly sobbed at how much you craved him.

“No! I-I didn’t fuck anyone, I promise! Need you - only you, Ari! I don’t want to fuck boys, I want you!” You cried out. Ari smiled, satisfied with your answer.

“That’s right, - oh fuck…I’ll be the first man to show you how you should be fucked properly.” he entered you subtly, your wet channel clenched around him as if your life depended on it. “Shit, you’re squeezing me, muffin…feels so fuckin’ good…m’gonna have to move to get in there. You okay with that?”

You nodded eagerly. It didn’t hurt because you were wet enough for him to slide in, but due to his size you knew a little push was needed.

He started to thrust in and out of you slowly, getting into a pace that seemed to fit. With each thrust, Ari’s cock seeped further inside you, nudging the right parts that made you quiver. Your legs wrapped around his waist, closing him into you. His hands still held your hips and his mouth wandered to your neck, sucking bruises on your soft skin.

“Mmmm fuck me faster, Professor…fuck me rough with your huge cock..” you mewled.

He chuckled lowly and closed his eyes to concentrate. “It’s never gonna be the same when you call me that, sugar…, you're gonna get me hard and riled up in the middle of class if you do.”

You giggled lightly and held him around his shoulders when his thrusts sped up. “G-guess I shouldn’t call you by that at all then..o-only - mhm! When we’re alone…ah!” He angled his cock to continuously hit your cervix. You were so close and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes.

“Mmh, you close cupcake? Already? Am I fucking you that good?”

You nodded, unable to say words by now as the friction was driving you crazy. You moaned and pressed your face against his neck, a hand traveling to his hair in efforts to feel all of him at once.

His hair was so soft, his broad and hard shoulders made it perfect for you to cling onto him. Everything about him was wonderful.

“Mmh fuck, you’re so good for me, baby. So good for your professor. Love hearing those pretty moans and the way you’re clinging onto me…my pretty baby….let go for me…..” he whispered husky praises in your ear, before kissing your earlobe and nibbling at it.

You tightened your grip around him, chasing your euphoria. “Ah! M’gonna cum professor! Make me cum, please! Please, please please!” You chanted. Your brain was so fucked out you couldn’t really hear yourself.

He pounded into you, your skin slapping against each other creating a suggestive sound. Ari moved his face to take a good look at you before he attached his lips to yours, muffling your moans. His tongue tangled with yours lustfully, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You broke the contact and threw your head back as you orgasmed, your pussy clenching around him ever so tight. He knew then that you came, and he smiled lovingly.

“Mmm there you go sugar…such a good baby.” He praised, slowing his thrusts. “Right behind you…but first…-“ Ari suddenly flipped you over making you snap from your daze.

“Ass up and rest your hands against the desk, muffin.” You did as he commanded, before he slipped in your hole again and fucked you hard against your ass. Your pussy throbbed in pleasure from his manhandling. You could barely hold up as you leaned with your elbows to support your weight. Ari gripped you tightly against your waist, chasing his orgasm.

“Gonna paint your pretty ass with my cum, muffin. You’re gonna look so pretty with my cum on you….” He said lowly.

You shuddered at his words, looking behind you and saw Ari had closed his eyes with knitted brows, letting out sharp breaths. His last thrusts stuttered and he moaned out loudly. Your second climax irrupted and you rested your head on his desk while Ari pulled out and came on your ass, ropes of white hot cum sticking your skin. The two of you stood still, cooling down from your highs.

“Wait here…I’ll get something to clean us up.” Ari announced a few moments later before leaving the room. He came back with a roll of paper and wiped his cum off of your back before cleaning himself.

“Thank you, Ari..” you mumbled tiredly, and got on your feet away from the desk. Your were wobbling your way and Ari assisted you immediately.

“Woah, careful. I’ll take you to my bedroom where you can rest.” Ari suggested. You nodded, and let Ari follow you to his room.

You got to the bedroom and Ari placed you on the edge of the bed. “I still have that cake you brought to my office. I hoped we could eat it together and…maybe you could stay the night too since it’s the weekend. I have some clothes you could borrow. What do you say?”

You looked up at him with doe eyes and reached up to his face. You kissed his cheek and he braced you into a hug, rubbing your shoulder with care.

“That sounds great. And…I’m sorry for being immature about the whole thing. I shouldn’t have acted like that when you rejected me.”

Ari shook his head. “No, it’s my fault...I should’a been honest from the get-go. I love you so much and it scared me, but I shouldn’t be consumed by fear. I’m so happy you’re here with me…I’ll never deny you again, sugar.” Ari confessed softly.

You smile, “I love you too, Ari. We will work this out, I’m sure of it. Promise to stay with me?” He hummed and whispered a ‘yes, of course cupcake’. With that, you dragged him with you in bed, having him rest on top of you. You giggled when he shrieked in surprise, and he couldn’t help but follow suit with a laughter.

“M’gonna marry you one day, muffin. You’d make a wonderful wife, you know that? Gonna wife you up.”

You blushed heavily at his statement. “Give me a promise ring and I’ll believe you.”

He smirked with a sigh of content, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

N/A: This was my first Ari fic from last year and I’m reposting it here as I have now deleted my old side account!

Hearts and Reblogs are very appreciated!

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

Owned by @jobean12-blog

Mob!Bucky x reader

Andy barber ✨

Curtsy by @luxeavenger

dbf!Andy Barber x reader

Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

soft dark!professor andy barber x reader

Tacit by @wayward-blonde

Andy Barber x Reader

Frank Adler ✨

Tied to you by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Frank Adler x Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Angry sex by @howdoyousleep3

Mafia boss Steve Rogers x female reader

The things you do by @traitorjoelite

fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader

Merciless by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Medieval Steve x reader

Knowledge man by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

librarian!steve rogers x fem!reader

(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Steve Harrington x reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Civil war - Brooklyn by @saiyanprincessswanie

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Tell me I'm yours by @luxeavenger

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Anew by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Nick Fowler x Reader

Soldier Boy & Steve Rogers ✨

American beauty/American psycho by @cockslutpadalecki

Soldier Boy x Reader x Nomad!Steve.

Steve Kemp & Ransom Drysdale ✨

Let's play a game by @dreamlessinparis

Steve Kemp x F!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Good morning by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x reader (no other specifications or gender)

What happens in Vegas by @firefly-in-darkness

Sam Wilson x Reader

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen ✨

Crybaby by @onsunnyside

Curtis Everett x virgin!reader x Jake Jensen [College AU]

Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨

All the time by @geminixevans-stan

Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Eddie Munson ✨

In the name of love by @thornsnvultures

Eddie Munson x plus size!fem!Reader

Like the dirty girl you are by @magnoliabutters

eddie munson x reader (female 18+)

Lee Bodecker ✨

Bless me if I'm being too forward by @avintagekiss24

dark!modern!lee bodecker x black!reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Mafia!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x Reader

[arndylevinbarber]

I JUST HAVE TO SHARE THESE!!! Below are the full fics that I’ve read last month that I think might interest you! I’ve read almost all of them in one sitting😅

ALL RECOMMENDED FICS ARE 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✨Enjoy✨

🔥 Highways and Heatstrokes by @oh-my-damn​ 

Pairing: Trucker! Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker! Reader

THIS WAS SO SPICY. God I love Ari so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🔥 Wooden Facade by @pagesoflauren​ 

Pairing: Lumberjack! Ari Levinson x Reader

This one has a spinoff/sequel that’s in the works! It’s called House of Stone and it’s Professor! Andy Barber x Student! Reader and I’m so so so excited how it’ll continue😭🤍

🔥 The Highest Bidder by @pagesoflauren​ (Current read!!)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

I’m still not done with this but so far I just know my heart is about to burst from the mixture of slow burn, mutual pining and ANGST. 

[arilevinson]

𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

summary. | The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. 

pairings. | dark!professor!ari levinson x innocent!reader

warnings. | 18+ only, minors dni, non/dub-con, obsession, innocence kink, slight power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, professor/student relationship, male masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm (male and female), age gap (alluded to), dirty talk, gagging, pet names, more (?)

word count. | 2,700

author’s note. | ahhh! this is my first official post! i’ve been working on this on and off for the past few weeks, and depending on the success of this, maybe—just maybe—i’ll delve in further! also i’m sorry, ari was supposed to be darker but i’m such softie for him.

to reiterate. | do not interact, view, or share if you are a minor! this work contains explicit content and is prohibited for any individual under the age of 18. you are responsible for your media consumption. this blog will strictly block and cease engagement with any other blogs if they are found to be breaking these strict regulations.

Ari Levinson: He’s an irresistible, voracious, virile, broad-shouldered man whose presence is enough to make someone weak at the knees, leaving them yearning and ravenous. He’s mesmerising and alluring, and you’re nothing but water in his hands. He also just happens to be your professor.

The first time he set eyes on you, it's like he couldn't breathe. That very moment you walked into his lecture, he instantaneously developed this craving—this rapacious appetite with only one solution: you.

Shooting an innocent, heartening smile at your professor as you entered the lecture theatre made him feel as if he was just hit by a freight train. He became so disassociated that he didn’t think to return the smile, even with the dozens of other female—and male—students gushing about how hot he is, trying to subtly flirt with him.

I mean, how could they not? Especially with the sleeves of his blue linen shirt rolled up, covered in a labyrinth of veins and hair, his top three buttons undone, teasing his chest hair, and his virile, rugged appearance.

You couldn’t deny it; he’s fucking hot. He’s voraciously handsome, and he knows it. It’s an attribute for him to take advantage of: the capability to use his irresistible charm on anyone he desires. And when he set his eyes on you, a slightly naïve airhead, prancing around in clothing that leaves extremely little to the imagination, you made the perfect victim for him to try it on. But he loves it; it almost feels intentional to him, and it makes his cock so fucking hard.

Throughout the lecture, he remains incredibly observant of your every move. His gaze was fixated on you, like a predator feasting its eyes upon its prey, watching your every movement.

He watches how you manner yourself, a slightly upturned smile always plastered upon your face, your etiquette for those sitting either side of you, that glimmer and sparkle in your eyes, and how the cold from outside made your cheeks glow with a radiant pink hue—almost like you’re blushing.

It’s only when you walk past his desk to leave at the end of his lecture does he manage to absorb just how captivating you are that he affirms his initial thought: he wants you. He desperately wants you.

His admiration and adoration for you kept gradually showing throughout the semester. You thought he was just being sweet with you, and although he was, his intention was far more sinister on the inside than what you saw. You were driving him feral.

Numerous students had attempted to shoot their shot at him since the start of your course, despite the extremely strict regulations enforced by your university. To their avail, none of them had any luck. Most of them had already caught onto the concept that he’s interested in you; they even leave you with lingering gazes like he does, not understanding how you haven’t realised it.

It was when you were set your first assignment that you booked an office appointment with him, his heart fluttering and his grin growing wider at your email.

‘Hello, Professor Levinson! I have a few inquiries about our most recent assignment and was wondering if it would be convenient for me to visit your office as early as possible.'

Although his office hours are clearly plastered on his door, he arranges to see you at the end of the week, at the end of the day, when it’s dark outside and most have gone home. You don’t question it, though. But it works just in his favour.

And it just keeps growing: the lust towards your professor and his affection (that you’re still oblivious to except everyone else). The way he smiles at you during his explanations, the small nods and winks he gives you to reassure you that you know what he’s talking about, and the names he gives you every time you enter and leave. And even though most of the time you don’t have any ideas behind your glimmering eyes, you always nod back, not wanting to disappoint your professor.

Teaching or not teaching, you’re always imprinted on his mind. He’s either thinking about two things: your alluring beauty or lifting your small skirt up and bending you over his office desk, sliding your cute panties to the side, and ploughing his fat cock into your pretty fuckin' pussy—that's a lesson he wants to teach you.

Sometimes, his cock aches so fucking hard that he can’t even make it home without relieving himself in his office prior to his late-night routine, consisting of him jerking off thinking about you. You're just irresistible to him. You've made him feral.

You straighten your skirt and pat the top of your hair with the palms of your hands, and after some slight hesitation, you knock on his door. It doesn’t even take him a few seconds before the door swings open. God, you look fucking ravishing, his pupils dilating as much as they possibly can to intake as much of you as he can.

“Good evening, Professor Levinson,” you say, giving him one of your small signature smiles that he deeply cherishes. “Please, call me Ari,” he insists, as he places a hand on your lower back, closing the door and gesturing for you to take a seat.

His sleeves are rolled up as always, and the top buttons of his shirt are even further undone than usual, flaunting his hairy sternum that you’d love to rest your head on. If he looked like this during a lecture, you’re pretty sure none of the students—including yourself—would pay attention.

“You wanted to talk about the assignment, correct?” he asks, sitting down next to you as opposed to sitting at his desk. “That’s correct, Ari. I just wanted you to check over what I’ve written so far and clarify if I’m doing it right,” you ask, shooting him another small smile.

You don’t want to disappoint him—you can’t disappoint him. You can't afford to fail, either. He pretends to look over your work, but in reality, his cock is aching for release, and the only thought on his mind is about lifting you up, slamming you on his desk, and fucking your already dumb brains over his desk.

“Princess, you’ve truly impressed me,” he compliments, giving you a light smirk. Truthfully, after his brief daydream, he only actually read the first few lines, as his mind was more focused on what he thought was more important. “I can see you getting a high mark if you keep it up,” he winks, placing his hand inappropriately high up on your thigh.

His compliment makes your heart beat twice as fast.

“Thank you so much, Ari! I was scared that it wouldn’t sound good enough for you,” you say, relieved. He nods, pretending to absorb what you're saying to him, but his gaze is on your lips and face. He imagines how pretty you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, or how gorgeous you'd look with his cum all over your adorable face.

Your appointment with him goes by too fast for his liking, and he shoots you with another wink as you leave, making your knees weak. And as soon as his office door closes, he flips the lock, heading hastily to his chair and tugging his pants off, his red throbbing cock springing out of his pants.

It only takes him a few minutes to cum with a groan of your name, his seed staining his shirt and hairy chest.

“Oh, princess…”

Throughout the next few weeks, the nickname begins to stick. And although it’s risky in this environment, considering the risk of losing his job, you're worth it to him. He adores how your cheeks turn a hue pinker every time, and it puts a smug smile on his face when he sees the rest of his students’ seethe with jealousy, mumbling to each other about you.

In Ari’s favour, his demeanour and affection towards you are never brought up to the faculty. Nonetheless, he continues to make exemptions and excuses to see you outside of office hours, with each time showing more and more affection towards you. He manages to find out so much more about you than he should: your birthday, your address, and your social media, with your innocent pictures and selfies, which make his cock twitch.

You also handed in your assignment a few weeks ago, feeling confident with your submitted work, especially with Professor Levinson’s affirmations that your work was up to his standards and expectations. Regardless, you continued to show up to your lectures, paying attention to everything your professor had to say, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for once in your life.

It's only when you received an email from Professor Levinson for a ‘consultation about your recent assignment' that you began to worry. You couldn’t afford to fail—you couldn’t afford to disappoint him.

Sitting outside of his office anxiously, playing with the hem of your skirt, rehearsing what you could possibly say to him. But your time to think is cut short when his door opens, and your stomach drops. You begin to tremble in fear that you have actually disappointed him.

“Princess, come inside,” he smiles, but you’re too anxious to return one or even say, ‘hello’. You’re given slight reassurance with the pet name that he’s not totally lost faith in you, right?

You walk inside, your knees trembling as if they’re about to give way. He shuts the door, and despite your delirious state of mind, you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click.

He grabs your assignment off his desk, coming back around to stand in front of you. Leaning on the desk, he sees you fidgeting with your nails and tapping your feet on the hardwood floors. Using his index finger, he lifts your head up until you’re looking at his towering figure.

“I appreciate the amount of effort you’ve put into your assignment, princess. I really do. But really, it’s missing a lot of criteria and points, and it hasn’t gotten you the best grade,” he says in a low sympathetic tone. He removes his finger, and your head falls back down, tears on the brink of falling.

“Princess, hey. Don't cry, look at me,” he asks, crouching down to your eye level. “I’m not disappointed in you,” he claims, but it just feels like he is disappointed with you.

Cunningly, Ari hadn't told you the truth. You surprisingly got one of the highest grades in your group—maybe you weren’t such an airhead after all. But he wasn’t going to tell you that and ruin this opportunity.

His heart clenches at the sight of guilt and disappointment written across your face. He’s never typically been one to feel much sorrow or empathy towards anyone, but when it comes to you, his star student, he has to be somewhat lenient with you. Which is why he proposes an idea, his plan all along.

“Don't tell anyone, but you can do something to fix your grade,” he states, standing back up to his full height. Abruptly, though, you hear the clinking of brass that results in your head shooting up. He’s got a smug grin plastered on his face, and you can see his hand on his crotch in your peripheral.

He cups your face with one hand, using his other to undo his button and unzip his fly, freeing his confined cock from his boxers.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, princess,” Ari says, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger. “Would you?”

Looking away, you swallow and shake your head, trying to fight off a blush as he grips the base of his thick cock.

“No, professor,” you mumble, squirming in your seat as you feel your wetness soak through your cotton panties at the sight of his throbbing cock inches away from your face, his clear secretion making your mouth water.

Replacing his hand at the base of his cock with yours, you lick your lips before finally latching on.  He groans loudly at your contact, his eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicks over his oozing slit, and that’s when his taste hits your tongue. You’re elated with euphoria as his taste coats your tongue, acting like an aphrodisiac, igniting this flare inside you that craves for more and more.

“What a good fuckin’ girl," he groans, his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. You were so lithe, so fragile, and so supple compared to him, so he goes easy on you as he drives his cock with a slight force further down your throat. You splutter and gag slightly, but do your best to please him, looking up at him with doe eyes.

His hands become laced in your hair, whispering praises and compliments as your lips make contact with the hair located at the base of his engorged cock. Eventually recoiling to take a breath, you continue to stimulate him with your hand.

His pupils are blown wide; the cerulean blue eyes you’re used to are nothing but non-existent.

Whimpering lowly, you latch your mouth back onto his cock. It’s only a moment later that he speaks again: “Be the princess I know you are, and swallow.”

Quickening your pace, you bob your head faster and faster as his groans become louder and louder. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and straight down your throat. Although you do your best to swallow his seed, you splutter around his cock, and it drips down your chin. 

It takes Ari a while to come back down from his high, his fists unclenching from your hair. His grin is somewhat sinister-looking, and you squeak as you're quickly lifted up off the ground and into his arm. As if your panties weren’t already soaked, you whine and whimper as he manhandles you, using one arm to swipe the contents on his desk to the side, laying you down on the mahogany wood.

“Let me return the favour,” he winks. You hesitate to stop him, his ravenous desire for you slightly scaring you. But you don't; you don’t want to disappoint him.

He flips up your skirt, yearning for a taste of your wetness. His mind is coursing with carnal lust as his eyes feast upon your drenched mound.

Abruptly, he yanks your panties down in one swift motion, stuffing them into his pocket in case he never gets this close to you again. But he knows he will, whether you let him or not. He doesn’t want you to find out what happens if you deny him, but he knows his princess wouldn’t disappoint him. Right?

You thrash, thresh, and twist in his grasp, growing impatient by the millisecond. He has a depraved smile on his face, looking at how compliant you’ve become with him.

He can’t fucking wait any longer. His mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue finally relieved at the taste of your wetness. The hair on his upper lip is so stimulating to your engorged clit that it makes you scream.

“Scream all you want, princess. Nobody can hear you,” he mumbles into your pussy.

Savouring his time between your thighs, he licks up your arousal like he’s parched. “Your princess pussy tastes like fuckin’ candy. Whose pussy is this?”

You whimper and whine, tears of pleasure creeping out of your eyes. His gaze darkens when you don't reply. "I said, 'Who's fuckin' pussy is this?'" he spits at you, causing you to flinch in fear. When you don't reply instantly again, he slaps your poor cunt.

“It’s y-yours, Professor Levinson! It's yours!” you whimper, and he grunts in response. "That's what I fuckin' thought. Don't make me believe you're just as dumb as everyone says you are."

With his tongue swirling around your entrance and then your clit, it’s when your legs begin to slowly tremble that he knows you’re close. And in your fear, you do what you think is right.

“M-may I please cum, Professor Levinson?” you ask hesitantly, desperateness laced in your voice. He didn’t even tell you to ask for his permission, and to him, you just get better and better. Your despair is relieved when you hear him say, “Cum for me, princess.”

Your hands grip his hair, and your legs wrap around his head as you cum on his tongue. He drinks your cream like a water-depraved animal, his beard stained and dripping with your wetness. Your cheeks are stained with tears—of happiness or of fear? You don't know.

Pulling away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as you sit up.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, princess?”

author’s last note. | i actually intended for this to be so so so much darker and longer, but ultimately thought there are many ways to take this. part two, only if i think of the perfect narrative. i've proof read this 4 times but i guarantee there's still mistakes...

also, thank you to my two favourite and biggest inspirations: evansbby,  and hansensgirl! you’re both the reason i got into writing. much, much love! also, masterlist soon? idk. 

[shamrockqueen]

Chris Evans characters

MasterList

Grizzly 🐻 (Alpha Jake Jensen/Andy Barber/Curtis Everett x Omega reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Oneshots

Bad Daddy : (Daddy kink) bratty reader x Daddy Lloyd Hansen

Paper hearts : Professor Lloyd x Student reader

Oneshots

She thinks my tractor’s sexy : (AU) Farmboy Steve x reader

Chapter stories

Prized possession : Alpha Steve x Purchased omega reader

Part 1

Part 2

Chris Evans

Oneshots

Pinned (female reader version) : Rough Chris x reader

Pinned (gender neutral version)

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Stud : (1970’s Vintage Erotica AU) Ari Levinson X Reader

The Main Masterlist

[dreamlessinparis]

MASTERLIST

Warmth of the Sun - Professor!Ari x F!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is constantly hiding your relationship and you’ve grown tired of it. However, he’s not too happy with how you choose to remedy the situation, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: Rough sex, smut, jealousy, heartbreak, miscommunication, hidden relationship, angry Ari, explicit language, 18+, unprotected sex, fluff, angst, age gap (reader is in her 20s), former student/teacher relationship, mentions of public sex, pet names, bad dirty talk

Caught In A Snare - Curtis!Everett x F!Reader, Dark!Mob!Ari x F!Reader

Summary: Divorcing your mob husband was easy. Almost too easy. You finally have a chance at happiness when your past comes back to haunt you. Straight out of the woodwork.

Warnings: explicit language, choking, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, cuckholding, mention of a gun, mentions of divorce, fluff, angst, teasing, dirty talk, creampie, gun to head, praise, degradation, dark, dubcon

Lessons in Temptation - Andy Barber x Female!Reader x Ari Levinson

Entry for Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge

Summary: Your mob boss husband Andy discovers your affair with your bodyguard Ari and he’s not too happy about it.

Warnings: explicit language, really bad dirty talk, first time writing smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, very slight spin kink, edging, exhibitionism,  voyeurism, praise kink, threesome, implied cheating, beard kink, fluff, pure smut very little plot, daddy kink,, hopefully I didn’t miss any!

Running Out of Air

Part of the Serial Killer AU

Summary: Just when you think you're free from your captives, you run across an even bigger monster in the woods.

Warning: explicit sexual content, nicknames, teasing, degradation, cumplay, oral (f receiving), explicit language, praise, implied murder (not explicit), manhandling, choking, sassy-ish reader, mean Ari, rough sex, non-con/dub con, slight Stockholm syndrome ,fingering, Ari's biceps

[imaginedreamwrite]

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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Which AU that i’ve written about would you guys live in and why?? Let me know xoxo

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"Randoms" Masterlist:

Started: 11/16/20

Updated: 3/27/24

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Service Top Alphas

Omegaverse Ass Grabs

Chris Evans Trying Pottery

Steve & Bucky & Pottery

Some Art I Made! 

Chris Is A Mouthy, Grabby Fuck

More Art!

Chris Evans Reader Insert 

Sebastian Stan Reader Insert

Freshly Post Serum Steve ft. A Tiny Kitten

Desperate Daddys, Doms, & Tops

Assorted Evanstackie (Chris/Seb/Mackie)

Ari Levinson × Reader ft. Touch Starved-ness & Daddy Kink

Steve Rogers In Panties & His Shield Harness Art

Seb As Tommy Art

Reverse Rolls In Omegaverse

Evanstackie Origin & Then Working Seb Over Good

Evans & Mackie Making Sure Seb Is Taken Good Care Of

Evanstackie - Chris & Mackie Calling Seb "Princess"

Just Some Of My Art But ✨Watercolor✨

Evanstackie Fic Recs

What Would A BDSM Scene Look Like Between Evans, Stan, and Mackie?

What About Dom's Under A Desk... Not Their Sub?

Quick Andy Barber × Reader

Assorted Drafts That Never Got Flushed Out (Evanstan & Stucky)

Insinuated Sebastian Stan Gangbang On P&T Set

Sub!Chris Evans & Dom!Anthony Mackie

Sebastian Stan x Reader ft. Heels Kink

Artist Steve Rogers Favorite Art Tool

Dom Exhibitionism

Slutty Chris Evans In A Crop Top Art

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader: Fun In The Sun

Pegging Chris Evans (Chris × Fem!Reader & Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Thoughts On Sub!Steve & Sub!Bucky w/ Dom!Nat

Andy, Ari, & Ransom × Reader: What They're Each Like In The Bedroom

Top & Sub Sebastian Stan × Bottom & Dom Reader

Younger-College-Age!Dom & Older-Sub w/ Hurt/Comfort

Chris Evans Lightyear Premier Sketch

Sub!Ransom x Dom-Mommy!Reader

Daddy!Sebastian At The 2023 Golden Globes

Anon Provided Avengers-Group-Sub!Steve

MORE Avengers-Group-Sub But... Bucky

Pottery-Student!Chris × Pottery-Teacher!Reader

Thinking About Seb Sucking Dick In A Back Alley

Subby Ghosted Chris (or Cole) Thoughts

Quick Lloyd Hansen Mustache Thots

Seb Getting Used By Multiple People 👀

A Little Steve Rogers Selfcest

A Little Bucky Barnes Selfcest

Seb Being Suspended For Chris' & Anthony's Use

TJ Hammond & Andy Barber Meeting At A Bar

Pre-Serum Steve & Fresh 21st Century Steve Selfcest

Skinny Steve Doodle

Whiteglovemanor Provided Sub!Ransom

Steve Rogers Playlist

Nomad Steve Being Sweet & A Lil Mean To Freshly Thawed Steve

Playboy Bunny Boyfriends Doodle

Steve And Feelings Of Cleanliness

Steve w/ Sensitive Teeth

Evanstackie--Sebastian Waiting At Home w/ An Inflatable Plug

Steve & Natasha Bonding While On The Run

Steve Getting Carded

Chris Evans In Art Markers

Andy Barber & Chase Collins Mini AU

God The Bounty Hunter × Cole Turner

Sam Encouraging Steve To Make More Art

Drawing Of Chris Evans' Side Profile

Professor Evans, Model Sebastian, & Student (Fem)Reader

Writing Reference For What Being Aroused & Having A Dick Feels Like

Steve And Sleep

Andy Barber & Steve Rogers Making Out

Brat & Brat w/ Carter & Ransom

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WIPs 2024

2024

SPN

Trail of broken hearts

Actor Dean Winchester x Reader: You’ve got a broken heart? A man led you on and you want revenge? – Call Y/N! Expert in striking back she offers revenge and breaks the man’s heart who broke yours for money. What happens when she falls in love with her next ‘victim’?

A rough patch masterlist 

Cowboy Dean Winchester x Reader: You've been through a lot together. It was never easy. But when he's gone it's even worse.

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Marvel (incl. other CEvans chars)

Catch a falling star (sister series to Monster-in-law)

Ari Levinson x Reader: His former best friend’s sister is in trouble. Ari and his friends try to help.

Reject Goods (work title)

College!Bucky x Plussized (BF) Reader: Bucky is your best friend. At least you thought so... 

Never Been Kissed 

Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Reader: You know the summary from the movie.

Three wishes 

Dschin Loki x Reader: You get three wishes. Not more.

Not a perfect housewife (work title)

Dark!Andy Barber x Wife!Reader: The picture perfect marriage is falling apart.

Undefined release date

DEAN

Uncharted Fate meets Tomb Raider meets SPN

Treasure Hunter!Dean x Archeologist!Reader: Dean Winchester and his brother are the best at finding long lost treasures, prophecies and trouble. What happens when you and your best friend Lara stumble into one of their treasure hunts?

Hard Fate (John Wick meets SPN)

Hitman!Dean x Doctor!Reader: Years ago you met Dean, a hitman. He left after one night of passion. Years later you meet him again after his wife died and he’s back in business - seeking revenge...

Arranged Fate 

Alpha!Dean x OmegaReader: In a world in which bonds are not made by fate but by law you find yourself falling for Dean, your chosen true mate. What happens if he doesn’t want you?

Cruel Intentions - undefined release date

Fratboy!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader: Dean always wanted to have a taste of his stepsister, Lisa. When she offers him a deal to get what he wants, he will do anything. Even ruining Lisa’s professor’s innocent daughter.

Sugar Daddy, his family, and I - undefined release date

(Thanks to the anon for ruin me...)

AU!Dean x Reader: Dean Winchester is rich, handsome and...lonely. After years of dating the wrong girls who only were into his money he decides to offer you money, safety and you only have to give him one thing in return - your body.

Numb (Equilibrium meets SPN) - undefined release date

AUClericDean x Reader: You and Dean know each-other since childhood. After 'father’ decided to numb everyone’s feelings to avoid another war you parted ways. Emotionless he fulfills his duty as a cleric. What happens if he finds out you and his younger brother are the leaders of the resistance?

Before the End (Sequel to Annoying brat) - undefined release date

Dean x Reader: Dean found you in his time now you and the Winchesters try everything to stop the Apocalypse while you and Dean fight another war. The battle of emotions.

Heat (darkfic!) -  undefined release date

Alpha!Dean x OmegaReader: John Winchester tries everything to get strong grandchildren so he kidnaps you during your wedding to make sure Dean breeds his true mate. Is there a way out? Will Dean force you to become his mate or will he fight his father’s orders?

My beloved Captor (Dark!Fic) - undefined release date

Mobster!Dean x Reader: Dean saved you - right? What if you find out the man saving you, the man telling you he loves you is someone you should fear? What if the men he killed to save you were no harm to you...

Unknown Identity - undefined release date

Dean Smith x Reader: You wake up next to Dean but everything is different. You are his wife and he does not remember his life as a hunter or his brother. Will you find a way to bring the ‘real’ Dean back?

Legacy - undefined release date

Dean x VanHelsing!Reader: You are the last legacy, the last Van Helsing. Born and raised to defeat the evil you stumble upon the Winchesters and a certain angel as you try to defeat the ultimate evil...

Through the years - undefined release date

Dean x Reader: We follow Dean’s and reader’s friendship through the years from their beginning to the very end.

SAM

The girl in the store

AUSam x Reader: Sam meets a girl in a book store. She’s everything he imagined his girl should be. The only problem is she’s not wealthy and so a dinner with his parents ends in a break-up. What happens if he meets her again and she’s a complete different person than he thought she is?

Left (working title)-  undefined release date

Soulless!Sam x Reader; former Dean x Reader: Dean leaves you for Lisa, tossing your love aside. When Sam returns from the dead he takes his brothers place. Can a soulless man feel love? (Prequel to Tangerine & How many more times)

Sam’s good girl - undefined release date

Sam x Reader: Sam wants to try new things, you are more than willing to help him explore every kink...

Undecided RP

Love on Call

Jared x Reader: You met him at a Con as you worked behind the scenes. One night of passion lead to a secret relationship. Believing he and his wife parted ways long ago you fall for him hard and fast with unknown consequences.

J2

J2, their kids and me - undefined release date

Jensen x Reader x Jared: Applying for the job as J2′s babysitter you didn’t know what you got yourself into. Fighting over your attentance both men have one goal...making you theirs, no matter what they have to do...

Through my eyes - READERS PoV Series - undefined release date

(It’s a rewrite of all 15 seasons in readers pov so this is my white wale...) 

You and the hunters life (Pairing not decided - if there will be any): The whole series will be written in readers PoV. She will describe the life of a huntress through the years while fighting alongside the Winchesters and their allies.

MARVEL

Me, two super soldiers and two babies 

(Sequel to Wrong-Right)

Steve x Reader x Bucky: While being heavily pregnant you try to find a balance between the apple pie life and having a relationship with two heroes. On top of all Hydra is still after your babies and your parents are back...

The truth is an illusion (no release date yet)

Main Character undecided (probably Steve or Bucky): You fell for his lies and his sweet talking. After your father left his empire to you, ______ came back into your life and made you believe in fairytales again. Until, one day, you woke from a dream and had to face reality.

THE WITCHER 

Insight

Geralt of Rivia x Seer!Reader: You meet the witcher during his darkest times and decide to stay by his side. Whilst you fall for the cold man, he falls for someone else.

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Higher Love: Part 4

Ari stared at the paperwork laying before him, the black ink on the pages becoming blurry the longer he focused on the blank forms. He had wondered if this was the right next step to take, to start filling out a docket for courtship without speaking to you first.

It was a necessary step to protect you, the omega, in a scenario wherein Ari as the alpha would have the stronghold in the relationship. Whether he had believed it or not, as the alpha he would have typically held the power between the two of you and these forms were meant to keep omegas safe from overbearing alphas that may have wanted to weigh in on aspects they shouldn’t be.

However, despite having the forms, he had yet to fill them out. He had yet to do anything but stare at the ink.

Maybe it was his hesitancy to bring up the subject when you had thought Ari was the reason why your skating hour was taken away from you. It was his hesitancy regarding one of the first meetings you’d had that made him question whether you would even accept it or not. Would you be open to anything he had to say after thinking he took your practice hour away from you? Did you still blame him?

Or would your hesitancies lie elsewhere?

Maybe it was the age difference and the fact that he was your professor. While there were no real illegalities about a professor courting a student, there was a lot to be expected from the relationship itself. Ari was older, he had been a professor for a few years now and had been a coach for longer. He had held wisdom where sometimes you did not and there was a greater sense of understanding when it came to the world around you.

There were differences between you two that Ari had concerns about.

As much as he wanted and felt that deeply wound connection, already blossoming from the first few meetings, Ari had only wanted you to be comfortable and feel safe. He had wanted you to know that he could and would always keep you safe, protected by his strength.

If this happened, and you had accepted his courtship, things would have to change.

You would need to switch classes from Ari’s to another class to avoid favouritism and the two of you would have to limit PDA on the school’s grounds. There would be a lot of paperwork involved in making sure you specifically were protected in case it turned to ash.

Ari had sat back in his chair and draped his arm across the desk, the heel of his hand tucked under his chin while two of his fingers brushed his bottom lip. He was deep in thought, lost in the inner workings of this form while endlessly stewing over what to do next.

There was a connection between you two, Ari had felt his alpha hindbrain screaming at him that you were his true mate. Ari could feel it within the roots of his heart and soul that you were his, and in conjecture, he was sure you felt the same.

But how soon was too soon? How soon should Ari try submitting the forms to let the school know that a university professor was seeking courtship with a student, who was above the legal age?

In the end, Ari had dropped his pen to the desk with a clatter and angled his head back, fixating his eyes on the ceiling. He had studied and counted the greying roof tiles of his office, the ones that had suffered at the hands of some of his hockey boys, and trailed the shape of the light fixtures with his eyes.

He had decisions to make, he had conversations that needed to be started but above all of that was the constant draw of his mind to your image. All he could think about, all he wanted to feel, was the weight of your eyes upon him and your skin against his.

Even in the most subtle ways, Ari had craved you.

He had done everything to avoid dealing or not dealing with the paperwork until he had heard the buzz of his phone vibrating against stacks of papers that needed to be graded, and the game plans he had been mulling over. Ari had scrambled to fish his phone out of the hold it was in, and had turned it over to see the front and the caller ID.

He had hummed under his breath when he had seen Johnny’s name flashing on his screen, wondering which of his hockey boys needed to be rescued from whatever party they were at. When he had accepted the call, Ari had held the phone against his left ear, balancing the device between the side of his face and his shoulder which had freed his hands to set one form aside for the stack of papers he was going to take home.

“Johnny,” Ari had answered with even temperaments though it hadn’t lasted long when Johnny had slurred, “what’s going on?”

“Coach Levvy,” the sound of cheering and jesting had gone on in the background of the call, and Ari couldn’t quite distinguish the chaotic nature of their drinking games through the music blasting through speakers, “got my ass kicked at beer pong-“

“You need help, Storm?” Ari was in the process of shoving papers into his leather bag, already preparing himself to leave for greek row to save whoever needed it.

“Not me.” Johnny’s voice sounded distant for a moment and then he rest the phone against his ear again. “Not me, Levvy. Your…little ice princess is drunk. Lee and Shea taught her beer pong, few drinking games-“

Ari’s heart fell into his stomach, knotting egregiously the longer Johnny had rambled with slurred speech. Ari had moved autonomously, he had swiped his keys from his desk along with his leather bag and was already halfway out of his office when a voice, one much clearer, had come through the phone.

“She’s a little worse for wear, coach.” Nick had stolen Johnny’s phone, a bit of a slur to his words though not nearly as incomprehensible as Johnny had been. “Jake’s with her, keeping her away from more alcohol or from accidentally hurting herself.”

“I’ll be right there.” Ari closed the door behind him, roughly yanking it closed and quickly shoving the brass key in the lock to lock it. “I’ll be fifteen minutes. Make sure you stay with her.”

Ari had stalked through the halls, moving swiftly with primordial urgency that drove him toward you. It was his hindbrain, it was his nature as an alpha to protect and care for his omega.

Nothing was going to stop him from finding you, and taking care of you as you needed.

“Are you good?” Nick’s steady body against your own is the only object keeping you steady and stable, and as mildly comforting as his scent is as an alpha, your hindbrain is screaming for another alpha.

“That was so much fun!” Your words are slurred and your vision is blurring, but you can feel the lingering excitement from the last win at beer pong that had tipped you over the edge. “Do you do that every weekend?”

“Not every weekend,” Nick replies with a chortle, taking in your tipsy and drunk state with amusement, “it’s fun now, wait until tomorrow.”

“You know I’ve-“ you cut yourself off with a sharp squeak, the toe of your low-heel boots catching on a crack in the pavement making you stumble forward.

“Careful, Y/N.” Nick catches you, and with little resistance, hoists you back up to stand. “You don’t drink often do you?”

“I’ve never played beer pong before but it was so much fun, and it was great throwing the ball but I don’t think I did very good-“

“You won at least once.” Nick counters your ramble with soberness that counters your inebriated state, feeling relieved when he sees Ari’s vehicle pull up to the curb, and the protective alpha get out without cutting the engine.

“Ari’s here.” Nick helped you down the concrete path, an arm around your waist holding you steady while he waits for Ari to ascend the path.

“I don’t…I don’t see Ari…” Your voice was no more than a ramble and you had hiccuped softly, while your wavering vision had finally focused on your alpha, the lagging response time directly related to your tipsiness. “Oh! There he is!”

Ari had come to a stop before you, his eyes searching your face and a soft hum building in his throat when he takes note of your glossy eyes and inability to stand on your own. There’s a surreal tenderness in his gaze and his touch as he carefully snakes an arm around your waist and another under the back of your knees, lifting you into his embrace.

“I wanted to stay, I was having fun.” Your lips had formed a pout and you had attempted to wriggle free from Ari, only to have your willpower and your instincts to have disconnected. Your hands had become balled in his shirt and your right temple rested against his shoulder followed by a sense of ease that had settled over you.

“You’ve had too much to drink, sweetheart,” Ari mumbles softly, mouthing a thank you to Nick that goes unnoticed by you. “You need to go home.”

“Can’t go home, Ari. I can’t go home, alpha.” You whined, tilting your head back to look at him, your lips parting with your continued slurred speech. “My roommate is having sex with six-second storm-“

“I’m taking you to my place then.” Ari had only set you down long enough to open the passengers’ side door, and then he had gently laid you in the seat, working effortlessly to have you buckled in.

“Safety first,” your voice countered your hand’s movements, your acknowledgment of his action clashing against your attempt to remove your buckle, “I don’t like it.”

“Leave it.” Ari’s hand stilled yours, and his tone had lingered on an alpha command. “You need it.”

Ari had studied you in the passengers’ seat, watching you shifting and shuffling to get more comfortable, and then he had turned in the driver’s seat, reaching behind him for one of his flannels. His hand grasped the plaid, fingers curled in the softness before he pulled it up to the front and gently set it in your lap.

“Alpha!” you squeaked and yanked the flannel close to your face, inhaling his scent and purring vivaciously as the pleasure and comfort of his scent had been exactly what you needed and wanted.

The sight of you inhaling and drinking in his scent had hit with the weight of a freight train, reducing him to a soft and simpering mess. It made him want to completely envelop you in the safety of his embrace and never let you go.

“Ari, you smell so good!” you groaned in appreciation, filling your senses with his scent again and again with every inhale. “How do you smell so good?”

“You think I smell good, honey?” Ari teased you, his lips tugged and forming a proud smirk when you had chirped harmoniously.

“You smell so good! And you’re so pretty!” Your voice was a series of chirps, continuing as you rest your hand on his cheek. “You’re such a pretty alpha and so strong and-“

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” Ari returned the sentiment with a purr of his own, amused by your state and appreciative of your compliments. “But you’re drunk, honey-“

“I wanna mate with you.” You cut him off, seriousness abiding you even if it was momentary.

“Y/N you’re drunk, baby.” He had tried to counter your claim, despite feeling his heart catching.

“No!” You frowned, your eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, yes I’m drunk but…you make me feel safe. I like feeling safe, and you…you stood up for me and…”

“And..?” He encouraged, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“And I wanna…I wanna have your mark.” You added, your eyes growing heavy with increasing exhaustion.

“I have to court you first, sweetheart.” He reached for your hand and rest it upon his heart as he had earlier, and slipped his fingers in with yours. “But we need to talk when you’re sober.”

Silence had come between the two of you, momentarily, and then you had jarred in the passenger seat and turned toward Ari. You had rested your palms flat against the console and leaned in, your eyelashes brushing against your cheeks as you bat your eyes at him.

“Ari…” you cooed seductively, even if you had no real control over yourself at the moment. “Did you know…”

“Know what, honey?” Ari stopped at a red light and took the chance to study and observe you in your drunken yet adorable state.

“Did you know that you’re incredibly good-looking?” You grinned and extended your hand to rest against his cheek, gently rubbing his facial hair.

“And that little bit of silver…Ari, your grey…” you bit down on your bottom lip and whimpered, the flood of warmth pooling between your thighs was easily picked up by Ari, the scent of your arousal fuelling his deepening want.

“Do you like it?” The lights adjacent had shifted from green to yellow, soon they would turn red and the pivotal eye contact would end.

“Yes,” your voice quivered and shook, just as your hand trembled against his cheek, “Ari yes…”

“Does it turn you on?” Ari had drawn in a breath, gauging your want with his own eyes and ears.

“Yes.” You answered honestly, and Ari had let it settle in his chest. “It makes me weak.”

As the vehicle before him had started to go, Ari had let go of the brake and slowly stepped on the gas. He had averted his eyes back to the road, driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand on his thigh. He had flexed his fingers against your leg, slowly and comfortingly easing you to relax.

He saw you reach for the radio and turn on the dial, not caring for anything in particular and rather just wanting the beat and the tune. As the song had shifted to something familiar to Ari, he had begun singing low and quietly almost as if he was singing a melody to put you to sleep.

Another few minutes had passed, another few minutes before Ari pulled into his drive and shifted into park. He had run his hand over the steering wheel before eventually killing the engine and pulling the fob from the ignition. Ari slipped the keys into his pocket and then unbuckled himself, pausing to take in the sight of you sleeping in the passenger seat, your hands gripping his flannel.

“Time for bed, sweet omega.” Ari had unbuckled himself and opened the driver’s door to get out. He had closed the door behind him as softly as possible and walked around the back of the vehicle to your side. With as much gentility as possible, Ari had opened the door and leaned down to unbuckle you. He had scooped you into his arms and held you securely against his chest, mindful of your restful state while he ascended to the front door.

It was a matter of processes and steps to unlock his front door and step inside, managing to keep you nestled and safe, and then a few more quiet moments to take you to the guest bedroom.

He has done all he could to stop himself from jarring you when he set you down on the guest bed and tucks you in. Ari had done his best to make you comfortable and nestled in the blankets, finally stooping low to brush his lips against your forehead.

“Have a good sleep, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.

*This is the kind of grey/silver I picture Ari with*

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