#shifter!ari levinson

[biteofcherry]

Yours to have

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: It's the ceremony of your mating with Ari.

warnings: mystical vibes of ancient rituals; a/b/o dynamics; a pinch of exhibitionism; slight breeding kink; primal kink; shifters; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; shifter!Reader; no bestiality

word count: 5.4k

Author's Note: This is a tad different take on the usual claiming/biting in the a/b/o universe. The magic is more at play here in forming the mating bond, not the actual biting. As you read, you'll understand what exactly I changed about it and why. Also, a person called godi appears in this piece. The title of godi refers to a priest/ess of old pagan religions, leading mystical rituals (it's mostly Old Norse origin, but here it's simply used as a term to name the pack's sort of priestess).

The little sip of black currant liqueur you took before all the guests gathered in the wide, unfenced backyard didn’t help easing the tempo of your heart rate, as you finally took a step outside. 

The silvery sphere of the full moon rose above the treetops, crowned in a gold and reddish halo as if the goddess herself knew of the special celebration about to take place. 

Both packs were present - or you should say one pack, as now your people were merged into one under the rule of Ari. People stood to the sides, making a wide path for you to cross toward the arch weaved of evergreen branches, where your future mate awaited along with the pack’s godi. 

It was the redhead who stole curious glances your way ever since Ari’s pack started mingling with yours. What you saw at first as some sort of jealousy, because Ari kept his claim on you known right away, relentlessly so, turned out to be mere curiosity. Perhaps also a mystical knowledge, which a godi was supposed to possess. 

Her name was Alara and she was going to lead the ceremony of your mating. 

Times were modern, shifters tended to bind themselves in very human-style weddings, but the Alpha had to honor old traditions. Especially if he chose to mate with an Omega. It was a stereotype as old as time and as such was expected to follow the ancient traditions. 

In the weeks leading to the ceremony you spent some time with Alara, who taught you every step of the ceremony. It wasn't common knowledge, though there were parts of it passed on through generations via spoken tales. Like you were aware of the fact the ceremony had two phases and only a very few, selected shifters would be present for the second part.

The rather primal part. 

Tiredness should weigh on your tense body, since you woke before dawn, but the anticipation and shot of excitement kept you fully energized. The early morning was part of tradition, as well. You walked into the woods with the first rays of sun to gather greens for the wreaths you were going to weave for yourself and your mate. 

Mugwort, chamomile, wild ferns, St. John’s wort and a few twigs of juniper. You wore yours on your head as you slowly crossed through the backyard. In your hands you carried the twin wreath for Ari. 

You were going to crown him with it, as a symbol of you choosing him to be yours. Later, when the second part of the ceremony started, he would take yours off of your head, as a symbol of taking your nonexistent virginity. 

It was laughable, if you were cynically honest. Neither did you choose Ari, not really, nor were you a virgin. Not for a long time. 

Something that Ari didn’t seem to care about. 

Like he didn’t care that you were much older than overly fertile young women he could have chosen from. A small part of you found it quite pleasing, that he didn’t chase after girls half his age, but voiced his interest in you - someone who was merely a few years younger than him. 

You walked barefoot, your simple white dress flowing around your ankles. It was no point in buying an actual, elegant wedding dress, considering you wouldn’t be wearing it for long once you got to the second part of the ceremony. 

You wore no undergarments either. 

You didn’t think Ari’s aware of that fact, but the way his gaze slid up your body as you approached him suggested he might be.

Then his eyes settled on your face and a certain lightness seemed to turn his irises aglow. There was seriousness and respect for the traditions carved onto his handsome face, but his mouth curved at the corners slightly, soothing and encouraging you.

Ari was barefoot, just like you; wearing elegant, linen pants and white shirt that was buttoned only halfway up. 

It was so characteristic of him, you noticed. Over the weeks leading to your mating you’ve had enough opportunities to spend time with Ari - usually not out of your own volition, but because he was crossing into your space and inviting himself over. And most of the time at least two top buttons of his shirts were undone.

You wondered if it was some poor style choice, or if he ran so hot that he needed them unbuttoned.

Those thoughts invited others, more brazen. If he’d walk around the house without a shirt? If he slept naked? Questions you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care for, but which you’d very soon learn the answers to.

You stopped in front of Ari, lifting the wreath in your hands for him to admire. When he bowed his head, you put it on him. A startling flutter to your heart sprinkled warmth through your limbs as you looked at him crowned with a wreath you weaved. 

Lanterns cast amber glow across your bodies as you placed your hands in Ari’s. It was neither their warmth, nor the evening’s sweet dispersing incalescence, but a simmer of heat ignited in your belly when you touched him. 

Ever since he marked you with his cum, feeding you a dollop of it, it seemed your body attuned to his closeness with growing hunger. 

You tried not to imagine how worse it could get once he fully claimed you. 

Alara bound your hands with colorful ribbons; each for a different vow you spoke. Then she lifted an ornamental chalice, filled with sweetly smelling mead and a pinch of herbs. 

With your hands bound, both you and Ari carefully took the chalice. He lifted it to your lips first. Pleasant thickness of it coated your tongue and slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation that only spurred the fire in your belly. 

In the books regarding mating ceremonies you read about a particular ingredient that used to be added to wine or mead for the bride to drink. According to Alara that hasn’t been done in at least a century and you really hoped she was truthful. It would be really disgusting if you were made to drink Ari’s cum in front of everyone, even if it was only a splash of it. 

Apparently it used to be added to strengthen the bride’s desire for her mate. 

You knew it would work. You still remembered how your body responded to the taste of Ari when he caught you. 

You tipped the chalice slightly when it was Ari’s turn to take a sip; his eyes a glowing blue that seared through you as he held your gaze over the rim. 

With your hands still bound, Ari pulled you forward. He took your mouth in a bold kiss that burned stronger than the rich alcohol you just consumed. Loud cheers resounded around, but were faded compared to the pounding of your own blood rushing through vessels as you melted under the demand of Ari’s lips. 

There was amusement and giggles as you and Ari worked your hands free of the bindings. No scissors or claws could be used to cut through them, you had to work the knots together. Then the bundle of colorful ribbons was placed in a small, carved box. 

You gasped in surprise - the sound dispersing on your palate - when Ari kissed you again. 

Hands completely free, he grabbed you fully, dipping you backwards as his tongue dipped between your lips. The chorus of applause included a few howls. 

You felt a little dizzy (and a lot hot) when Ari pulled back. If not for his arm loosely wrapped around your middle, you may have swayed. Eyes glazed, though you weren’t certain if it was due to the potent mead, or the reality of mating Ari hitting you suddenly; you stared up at him. 

With the spark in his iridescent irises, you sensed he was equally excited for the next part as you were terrified of it. 

But your fear didn’t make you flee; not this time, at least. It was that kind of fear that lured to follow into the darkness and experience the thrill of being consumed. Curiosity and apprehension combined into an addictive kind of sensation. 

Was it why you felt that spark of arousal whenever you ran away and Ari gave chase? 

The first thought making you run could be of rebellion, of trying to free yourself of the Alpha’s clutches. But the chase made it into heady titillation. 

The unknown of the mystical, sacred part of the ceremony spiked that fear, but the aspect of doing it with Ari - whatever raw, dirty act it would be - heated your body in anticipation. 

Alara addressed the gathered people, calling upon them to feast in joy for your union. Then she took one of the lanterns and led a small procession deep into the woods. Five other shifters fell into step behind her - three of Ari’s pack and two of yours. Chosen for their hierarchy in the pack, they were granted great honor to be witnesses to the second part of the ceremony. 

Though you briefly wondered, if Dante wasn’t asked to do it also as some sort of twisted power play. He was a member of your old pack and it seemed Ari respected his knowledge, experience and dedication to protect people. However, there was no doubt Ari would have learned that you and Dante used to date. 

It ended more than three years ago, the two of you remaining somewhat friendly if distanced. But male shifters tended to be extremely possessive. Ari was borderline so. It wouldn’t surprise you if the honor to participate in your ceremony wasn’t also Ari’s way of emasculating Dante in case he harbored any lustful thoughts of you. 

Ari’s fingers intertwined with yours as you followed Alara through the darkness of the woods. The lantern was merely symbolic, as your shifter senses allowed all of you to move through the night quite easily. 

When you reached a wide clearing, the five shifters spread around, taking positions in a spread semi-circle. Alara led you forward to the middle of the meadow where a few items had been prepared in advance. 

“You shall undress each other, so the Moon can bathe  you in her glow,” Alara’s voice was soft and melodic, her lips curved in a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and wild. Gold swirls painted on her face seemed to pulse with life.

Breath hitched in your throat when Ari’s hands smoothed along your shoulders, the straps of your dress easily giving in as he pushed them off. Leaning close, he reached behind you and unzipped the short zipper of your dress, then pulled the delicate fabric off your body. 

Trying not to think of being completely naked in front of him - and in front of five other shifters! - you unbuttoned his shirt, one small button after another. Your fingers itched to explore the expanse of Ari’s chest, but you stifled that craving and managed to touch as little of his skin as possible as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders. 

Staring at his chest, you popped the button of his pants open and lowered the zipper. You couldn’t make yourself look Ari into the eyes, fearing to see the heat in them and perhaps a sense of dark, lustful victory. 

It was better not to peek down, too. The glimpse of Ari’s cock you got when he came all over you after he caught you in the woods was enough of torment in the past few weeks; tempting your body into overdrive as you dreamt of it. 

You stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced each other. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally lifted your gaze to Ari’s face. Without Alara’s prompting, as if he knew each step of the ceremony by heart, Ari took off his wreath and placed it at godi’s feet. 

Then he reached for your wreath. In a slow, gentle move, he took it off. 

It was only a symbol, one you previously rolled your eyes at, but the moment Ari’s fingers gripped the green weaves and deprived you of them, a light, pleasant sting pierced your core. 

Your wreath was offered at Alara’s feet as well; the godi served as a conduit of the Moon goddess. 

“Shift.” The command was simple, unyielding enough that you didn’t protest, even though you were surprised by it.

When Alara taught you stages of the ceremony, she didn’t mention letting your wolf out. You hesitated only a few seconds, before you gave in to the pull itching beneath your skin. For a split of a second you got to admire Ari’s wolf with your human eyes, then you were seeing him through your wolf’s. 

You were a streak of silver, light coloring that some of your former partners expressed to be the moonlight itself crushed into fur. Though you weren’t the smallest of wolves, placing yourself as rather average among shifters, you seemed tiny compared to Ari’s wolf. 

Your Alpha was a beast of fairy tales. So big and domineering. His thick fur was a spectrum of bronze, with some streaks glinting gold, some reddish, the tip of his tail as dark as black. 

In that moment it hit you how perfect of a predator he was. As a human you noticed his scent that blended him so easily with the forest - pine and moss and resin. His wolf form blended into the woods even deeper, allowing him to gain the upper hand in any season, any part of the land. 

Ari’s paw dug into soil as he made a move toward you. Something flicked through your hindbrain, or perhaps it was your human side all along, but you suddenly felt the need to bolt. 

To tease him, maybe. Or perhaps you couldn’t suppress that remnant of rebellion against this union.

Your wolf barely managed to turn around and start forward when Ari leaped. The massive wolf crushed you to the ground, your wolf yipping as he trapped you beneath him. Then his jaw locked on your neck, sharp teeth piercing enough to be a warning. 

A shudder rippled through you, your head dropping down in submission. Ari snarled and for a moment you found yourself scrambling to understand what he wanted. But your wolf knew. With another pitiful yip she went lax, surrendering completely. A lick of approval soothed the spot where his fangs nipped you.

Slowly, Ari eased back. You remained in your position, not daring yet to move. Then suddenly a low growl of his reverberated through your bones.

It yanked on that shifter thread inside you, forcing an immediate shift. 

Never before had anything like it happened, it was always your own volition to change into wolf form and back into human. And Ari just proved to you how much power he held. 

Alphas supposedly possessed that ability - to force any shifter into immediate change, but you never saw Dimitri do it to anyone. You didn’t think Ari’s done it to scare you, or belittle you in any way, rather you felt it as his help to guide you into the next step of the ceremony. 

Yet it still elicited a scary realization, how truly he could overpower you. If you ever ran away in your wolf form, he could command your immediate shift into human and gain more advantage. 

Ari gently helped you up onto your feet, having shifted into human form himself. The care and respect he showed contrasted with the display of raw power. 

Your gaze shifted to Alara, a glint of offense at not being prepared for that part of the proceedings. She only smiled as she beckoned the two of you closer.

“The wolf’s submission had to be natural, had to be earned,” she explained. “If I warned you of it, then it could provoke you to either fake it, or fight it just out of spite.”

You wouldn’t tell her that you felt your wolf submit to Ari weeks ago, when he tackled you to the ground after chasing you through the woods. The bitch gave in then. 

Alara picked a bowl filled with sweet scented mixture. Linden honey, cloves, lovage and crushed cranberries for the red color. She lifted it up to the sky, muttering a string of blessings, or spells, or whatever curse. Then she lowered it towards Ari. 

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” 

She held the bowl as Ari dipped his hand in the mixture. He marked a spot on your temple first. Then smeared the honey across your mouth. Your lips parted, letting the sweet taste in. And letting a little gasp out when Ari’s hand left streaks of sticky concoction across your breasts.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Ari’s eyes when he dipped both his hands for more mixture and then splayed one on your ass and his other palm over your abdomen. 

He crouched down to better drive his fingers up the inside of your thigh and then along the juncture in your hip, before ending the sweet swirl in the thatch of your hair right above your softly pulsing clit. 

Each streak he painted on your naked body seemed to seep into your skin and feed to the fire already burning you with need. 

A thought to chase Ari’s fingers with your mouth, to suck them clean so he could slip them into your wet pussy, flashed in your mind. It was Alara’s voice addressing you that stopped you from making a fool of yourself. 

“Under the Moon’s keen eye, brand what’s yours to have.” She tipped the bowl your way. 

Fingers dripping with red stained honey, you reached up to touch Ari’s temple. When you brushed your fingertips across his mouth, you almost pouted in disappointment he didn’t nip at any of your digits. 

Focusing on regulating your breath, so you didn’t pant, you used both of your hands to mark Ari’s huge biceps. Then, just because you were getting needy and annoyed with yourself because of that, you scratched his chest a bit as you smeared the mixture across his pectorals. 

Perhaps you saw it in the way Ari’s eyes darkened, or maybe it was already the bond building between the two of you, but you felt certain that he liked when you scratched him. 

Your eyes followed the line your fingers drew along the thatch of hair leading down Ari’s belly and lower. Scooping more honey from the bowl, you knelt at Ari’s feet and dragged both hands up his muscular legs, until you gripped his ass.

Your breath quickened as you stared at the half-hard cock rising toward Ari’s belly. Slowly, you swiped your hands from the back of his thighs to the front, using all of your melting will to not taste him right away.

Instead, you boldly looked up. Ari’s pupils were blown wide as he stared at you - on your knees, lips inches away from his cock, about to mark it as a part of him for you to have. Holding his gaze, you wrapped your fingers around him. 

If it wasn’t for Ari’s self restraint, you probably would follow the instinct, the hunger tempting you to move your hand and start what would inevitably happen in a few minutes anyway. After all, sex was the culmination of the ceremony. But Ari’s own fingers gently caught your wrist. 

He helped you up. Again that night. 

For as amused as she had to be, Alara didn’t spare you a knowing, mocking look. She put the bowl away and picked another dish. This one a simple terracotta pot, bearing marks of time. 

“For Nature, the Mother of us all,” Alara intoned, “make a pledge to the earth to show your readiness to fall in with the cycle.” 

Ari knelt down and started digging with his bare hands while you filled both hands with seeds and flower bulbs from the terracotta pot. Kneeling on the ground as well, you planted them in the furrow created by Ari. Then both of you covered the seeds with soil, your hands joined as you did so. 

You washed your hands in the bassinet with fresh water that Alara placed beside you. She poured into it what was left of the honey mixture, then dipped a small bouquet of ferns in it and used them to sprinkle the mixture over you and Ari.

“Blessed be this union!” Alara bellowed, hands stretched high toward the night sky. “Moon, our goddess! As you cast your light upon your favored, embrace his mate. Through the eyes of the witnesses gathered here, watch as they seal their claim on each other.”

Arms slowly dropping, Alara stared at you as she took a few steps backwards. Silence stretched in tense anticipation. 

It dawned on you then. That was the most important part. The culmination.

And there were people around, about to witness your coupling. 

Ari’s hand cupped your chin, preventing you from looking anywhere else but him. No one else should matter now. No other shifter, no woodland creature, nor the stars peppering the sky. There was only your mate. 

He tilted your head back slightly and leaned in. Tip of Ari’s tongue flicked against your bottom lip, licking off the sweetness. Lips trailed sticky kisses across your cheek, until his breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“You’re ready, little Omega,” he purred, slipping a hand between your thighs. 

At the bold touch of his fingers spreading your slick folds, your hands flew to Ari’s shoulders. Fingernails of your right hand needled his skin, while you gripped a fistful of his hair with the other. 

“You’re already mine,” he sounded more than pleased; he sounded drunk on victory after months of chase. “But I’ll pound it into your tight pussy, so you feel that bond with every step.” 

He growled in satisfaction as you moaned, rocking your hips into his hand. He stretched you with a firm stroke of his fingers, driving in two at once and pressing the heel of his palm into your clit. 

Gripping the back of your neck with his other hand, Ari kept pumping his fingers and curling them until your juices were spilling over his palm. 

“Ask me!” He demanded, licking off more of the honey around your mouth. 

“Alpha,” your voice was raspy and breathy, “fuck me! Knot me. Claim me!” 

It was only your heart soaring and fluttering like a hummingbird trapped in grip, though it felt as if the earth itself shuddered beneath you from the force and heat of Ari’s kiss. 

Perhaps there were more potent, illegal roots added to the mead Alara made you drink earlier, or to the honey mixture that soaked your bodies. Or maybe it was the vowed bond that grew taut and intense in its demand to be fulfilled in the most primal way.

Whatever spurred it, made you desperate. Needy. Your mouth opened pliant to Ari’s, ready to swallow whatever he fed you, ready to offer pleasure in return. Your hands roamed over his body; touching and squeezing and scratching. 

When he eased his fingers out of your fluttering cunt, you almost whined in protest. But then he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your hands and knees. 

Your hindbrain took over, the wolf bitch coming to the surface just beneath your human skin. But it wasn’t only the wolf side that craved the warmth of Ari’s thighs pressing against the back of yours. Your human side wanted it to. The woman who resisted his claim was eager to bend forward and offer herself. 

One of Ari’s big hands gripped your hip, the other moved between your bodies to guid the tip of his cock into your entrance. 

With a broad lick up your spine, Ari laid his weight above you. He nipped the nape of your neck, more playful than he did in his wolf form, and you instinctively followed the unspoken command. You stretched your arms forward and dipped your upper body low, cheek pressed to the ground. 

“Good little Omega,” Ari purred, kissing your neck. 

A loud cry spilled from your lips, resounding through the clearing, maybe through the whole forest, when Ari sheathed himself inside you in one stroke. 

He paused. To relish in the feeling, or to give you a moment to adjust - if it was the latter, you didn’t think it would help. Ari wasn’t some monstrous beast to have a dick you couldn’t take. It was impressive, but in very reasonable size. And yet, something about it made you quiver in fear (and excitement) of being split in half. 

The first languid thrusts drew moans from both of you. Ari drove deep on each push, forcing your pussy to give up completely and nudging your cervix on a few passes. Then his pace increased, his filled heavy sack slapping against your clit. 

Rough fingers dug into your hip, undoubtedly leaving bruises that would bloom later. His other hand roamed below your body, squeezing your breasts, teasing your belly. Ari’s mouth was in constant movement along your neck and shoulders: kissing and licking, teeth grazing your skin in a prelude to the bite. 

You pushed up against him eagerly; the embarrassment at the sound of the skin slapping and wetness squelching on each thrust burned away. You didn’t care! Didn’t care who watched, or how loud you were, how you dripped. There was only need for more of Ari; need for him to help you chase that release you’ve been yearning for since your lips touched his. 

Fingers gouging the soil, you keened when on the next thrust Ari’s cock grazed a spot that instantly had you clenching around him. 

He groaned; the sound deep and low, sinking into your skin where Ari’s mouth hovered on your shoulder. 

Your pussy pulsed, tightening around his dick, and he only made things worse still fucking into you relentlessly; prolonging the madness of your fizzing pleasure and tipping you into another climax. 

Your scream rose as the blinding aftershocks of your orgasm were joined by the pain-and-pleasure shot of Ari’s teeth piercing your skin. 

He bit into the crook of your neck, his jaw locked mercilessly as he drew blood and mauled your skin. Few seconds later Ari gurgled his growl of pleasure with a mouthful of your blood, as he bottomed out inside your quivering cunt and his knot inflated. 

Another tremor rocked you, albeit softer, but stretching into infinity. A simmering orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on as spurts of thick cum filled you. As if each splash of Ari’s spend instigated a tiny climax. 

Harmonized howls resounded in the night, for the first time reminding you of the audience you had. The five chosen shifters who had to change their form into wolves at some point, though you didn’t even register when. 

You stayed locked with Ari for long minutes, your labored breaths synchronizing. Ari’s teeth retracted, his tongue soothing the wound. 

You’d be wearing that scar for months. Many more would be added, you suspected. Due to his possessiveness, or his primal nature so close to the surface, but you were certain Ari would be biting you every time he fucked you. He was going to leave marks of possession so visible other shifters would instantly drop their gaze upon catching a sight of them. 

Only you would be wearing the bite. While mates tended to exchange bites, so each was marked as claimed, an Alpha couldn’t be bitten. Not even by his mate. 

For an Alpha a bite meant a loss of status, a chink in his power; it would be a sign of weakness and submission. Traits an Alpha couldn’t display.

But there were other ways a mate could mark an Alpha. Which is why you felt that need to scratch him from the beginning. To rake your nails down his back and over his chest, leaving deep red lines of your own possession. 

Still a little breathless, you reached one of your dirty hands behind you. Prickling Ari’s neck with your nails, you turned your head enough to kiss him. 

Slowly, Ari pulled back and moved your body along with him. You rose onto your hands and knees. Knot almost deflated, he withdrew from you inch by inch. Copious amount of fluid spilled out of you; a glistening mixture of your slick and Ari’s cum. 

It splashed onto the soil in thick drops; right over the seeds you planted earlier. 

With his arm across your front, Ari helped you up into a sitting position, serving for you as his recliner. Your head rested against his shoulder as he kept you spread; kept you exposed so the Moon and the others could see you dripping down. 

Alara knelt at your side, bowing her forehead almost to the ground then lifting it. She placed her right hand on top of Ari’s where it rested low on your belly.   

“As your essence has fertilized the seeds in the soil, may the Moon’s glow bless your fruitful coupling.”

Her hand didn’t linger, but Ari’s stayed splayed on your abdomen as Alara scooted back. You didn’t roll your eyes at the obvious eagerness to get you pregnant (both from Ari and the pack’s godi) only because you were still quite overwhelmed with the intensity of the whole ceremony. 

Also because there was still need thrumming in your pulse.

Alara signaled the other shifters and they approached in a practiced formation, back in their human forms. They each picked the dishes that were used in the ceremony, then followed Alara out of the clearing. 

You and Ari were left alone. 

His hand stayed on your belly, the other sliding up between your breasts, fingers curling around the front of your neck. Ari trailed small, soft kisses along your shoulder, then scraped your jaw with his teeth.

“This is what I imagined from the moment my eyes set on you for the first time,” he confessed, the undertone of pure satisfaction clear in his voice. 

“You wore a crown of flowers for the festivities and I knew I’d be taking off your bridal wreath and locking you on my knot.”

A tremor blew goosebumps on your skin. That very first evening you sensed trouble from catching the attention of an Alpha, but then you didn’t yet know how severe his determination was. He’d chase you to the end of the world to claim you. 

You twisted in his arms, facing him and climbing into his lap. You cupped Ari’s face, smudging dirt over his cheeks. You could’ve held onto your resentment and rebellion, making the whole experience and nearest future a very miserable for you both. Somehow, you couldn’t make yourself do that. Not even that morning, when fleeting thoughts of giving a last run crossed your mind. 

You were Ari’s now. As he was yours. 

He’s shown you over the weeks that he’s ready to build this relationship with you. If the way he led the pack was any indication of how he’d be as a mate, you had a chance of creating something indestructible. 

“And now you have me.” You rolled your hips, enjoying the twitch of his cock against your thigh. “Are you going to gloat?”

“A little bit,” Ari shrugged, flashing you a sexy grin. 

“Mostly-” he palmed your ass and pulled your hips upward- “I’m going to worship you.”

He dropped you down onto his cock, hissing in pleasure as your heat enveloped him again. Your small moan at the stretch made his eyes ignite. 

“Come, little Omega,” Ari laid down on his back and you braced your hands against his chest as you sank fully onto his cock. “Take me. Take your mate.” 

Ari groaned as your nails drew more lines across his body, leaving pink trails that would gain in color in a few hours. 

With his hands squeezing your ass, he urged you down as he thrust up into you. Your nails needled deeper, giving him a meek reflection of the sting you felt each time he bottomed out. When he knotted you again, you’d undoubtedly draw blood. 

Then he’d sink his teeth into you again, stating his undisputed dominance even as he allowed you to claw him.

Your wolf growled her pleasure at the prospect. 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Plus size reader and shifter Ari

He first smelled her before he saw her and knew instantly she was his true mate. Now he just needs to convince her he finds her the most attractive person he has ever laid eyes on.

adding a historical twist here…

Straying away from the bear shifing, i could see Ari as a Northwestern Wolf ranging from Alaska through the western regions of Canada and down into the northwest United States

He’s a wolf that doesn’t inherently have a pack but chooses to make his own and sets out away from the pack he stemmed from. While he’s in his wolf form, he’s out hunting and comes across a small human convoy that’s making their west to settle somewhere in the, still wild, west where some of their other relatives have settled

upon seeing her, Ari knows that she is his mate and the one that he’s destined for, and makes plans to come back as a human and get her to notice him. When he comes back a few days later, he sees that the camp is completely torn apart, an attack by one of the other creatures that are shifters like him, and few have person has survived, including his mate but she is not as alone as he thinks, but rather there is a child with her

Ari is left with no choice, not that he would abandon them, but to take them back to his den and keep them safe from the beast who wanted to finish the job

when he gets his mate back to his den, he finds out that his mate had a child out of wedlock and was on her way to marrying someone who would ‘take care of it’

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[cevansbrat0007]

Coming Soon: The Marked Ones

Introducing The Marked Ones, a brand new shifter romance featuring Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, and Steve Rogers on their quest to find their fated mates. More to come!

[navybrat817]

Hey, lovelies! July will be here before we know it and I'm trying to map out some updates. That being said...

[princessphilly]

Would anyone be willing to create a mood board for my shifter Ari Levinson fic?

Help moots: @navybrat817 @georgiapeach30513 @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @sunshinexsin @ramp-it-up @fineanddandy @sidepartskinnyjeans @cevansbrat0007 @evansrogerskitten

[justalonelyslytherin]

The celebration is still open, go hop over >>here&lt;;< and send me an ask for the Monster Mash-up if you want

All works created for/during this celebration will be listed below. Every work also is tagged with 'sly's 300'

Divider is from @/firefly-graphics

Flufftober 2022

Day 1 - Wearing each other's clothes (Ransom Drysdale)

Day 9 - Game Day (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

Day 12 - You Kept This? (Ransom Drysdale)

Day 13 - Secret Family Recipe - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin - Steve Rogers

Day 26 - Blankets

Day 27 - Reunion

Monster Mash-up

Nursing our Hearts Back to Health - dragon!shifter Steve Rogers & witch!reader

A Place To Come Home To - tabby!shifter Ransom Drysdale x Fae!Reader

Werewolf!Ari Levinson x human!Reader drabble

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Red Light Baby, Phi Sigma Alpha

Word Count:  1k

“I said give him back,” Curtis growled from the entryway of the Phi Sigma Alpha house, “that’s our fucking pledge, Hemsworth!  You pathetic assholes need to stop poaching the Alpha Chi Rho pledges and learn how to be man enough to find your own.”

“Hey…now hold on there,” the human president of Phi Sigma Alpha said, laughing at Curtis, “we’re not poaching anyone.  Mike here, came to us willingly…and after what he told us about your little frat and your attempts at ‘being a man’, we aren’t surprised that he wanted to switch over from you guys…trying to rape an omega, Curtis?  That’s low, even for you!”

Curtis’ jaw ticked and the two men glared one another down, but unfortunately for Curtis, he knew that projecting his aura wouldn’t win him that battle, as the Sigma president was a human and not a shifter like most of them.  The only thing it would do would prove that he could make Chris’ superiors bend to his will, but that wasn’t a satisfying win.

“I think that you guys should leave now,” Ari interrupted, clearing his throat as he stepped between his president and the Rho one, “Mike has decided that he wants nothing to do with your frat after you and your brothers’ abhorrent behavior.  I think you need to learn how to accept no as an answer, Curtis…once and for all.”

“I think you need to shut the fuck up, Levinson,” Curtis growled, silently challenging the other alpha in the room, “this is a conversation between two presidents.  It has nothing to do with you, VP!”  

“You’re a disgrace to the alpha designation, Weiss!” Lee growled as Ari and Chris started pushing the Rho’s out the door. 

“Don’t worry,” Steve said with a reassuring smile, “we got your back, Mike…”

“Come on, invite her!” Lance grinned, nudging him, “it’s a party.  You should be enjoying yourself with her here instead of just texting her the whole night.”

“She’ll probably say no,” Mike lied, “I-I don’t want to bug her.”

“Didn’t you say that the school paid for her to literally be at your beck and call?” Steve asked with a chuckle, “she’d kind of be doing what she’s paid to do.”

Mike frowned.  Suddenly he got the feelings that he’d had when Curtis, and the Rho guys bugged him to call Kitten.  He started to feel his anxiety spike until Ari put a hand on his shoulder, “hey…you don’t need to freak out…if you don’t want to invite your girlfriend, we won’t push it…but everyone that wants to be here is welcome…you know that, right?”

“She’s not my girlfriend…”

“Well, I want to meet her,” Lance smiled as he pushed his best friend, “I mean, I’ve only known you for a few weeks now, and I feel like all you do is talk about her…she has to be amazing.”

Mike smiled, suddenly feeling relaxed as he looked at his phone, “yeah…she is.”

Lance smirked even more, catching him looking at her contact information, “come on…what could it hurt?  Free pizza and getting to know your brothers…”

“Okay…fine…but just be nice…she uh…she doesn’t normally deal with shifters.”

“No, I don’t need anymore,” she giggled softly as she turned enough so that she could playfully push Mike.  But he kept his arms around the woman sitting on his lap, “stop Mike!” 

“One more bite,” he encouraged as he held the pizza in front of her face.  She shook her head and looked at him, “come on.  I know you.  You probably haven’t eaten all day.”

“Yes, I have!” she giggled.  But he knew it was a lie.  He smiled as she took another drink from their shared beer, “I had pizza.”

“Was I feeding it to you?”

“Maybe!” she said pointedly as she turned so that she sat across his lap, “maybe two slices are all I wanted to eat!”

“Kitten!”

“Michael.”

He rumbled and it caused her to smile even more as she leaned in to kiss him.  His rumbling only got louder as he dropped the pizza on the plate beside himself and deepened the kiss.  When he pulled away, her eyes were still closed, and he felt his heart melting as he looked at the dreamy expression on her face. 

“Oh my god,” she giggled, nearly leaping out of his lap when she opened her eyes.  She was quick to make her way to the floor and go halfway under the coffee table, “Mike you guys have a cat here?”

“What?” he asked, surprised as he hadn’t noticed a cat in the few weeks he’d been with them, “We do?”

“That’s Alpine,” Steve said over the steady thrum of noise as he referred to his cat, “be careful…she only really ever liked me and my e-“

But Steve stopped speaking when he saw the human coming up with the fluffy white ball of fur, purring madly and nuzzling against her. 

“She’s so cute,” Kitten cooed as she held the cat up to her chest, “and she’s so fluffy…you’re so precious, aren’t you?  You’re just the cutest, sweetest little ball of fluff ever!”

“That’s crazy!” Steve proclaimed, coming over very quickly.  So quickly that he nearly pushed Mike off the edge of the couch.  Steve’s attention was fixated on Kitten and his cat, “she doesn’t like anyone.”

“She likes me,” Kitten smiled as she sat back down beside Mike on the couch.  Alpine glared at him momentarily, but she caught the cat’s attention once more when she began to scratch underneath her chin, “how old is she?”

“I-I got her my senior year,” he admitted, sitting next to the woman who his cat seemed to adore, “she uh…she only really put up with me and my boyfriend…ex-boyfriend.  It feels so wild that she’s doing this to you!”

“It’s because I’m special,” Kitten grinned as she snuggled up to Alpine a little more, “isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“You’re not wrong,” Mike smiled, watching her adoringly, “you certainly are something special, Kitten…”

[thedarkplume]

TheDarkPlume's Masterlist

Unchain Me, Sister ~ claws & fangs

Prologue

Ch 1

The Doctor

One

Two

i dream at night i can only see your face

i dream at night i can only see your face redux

They'll get you anything with that evil smile: Stucky x Black!Fem!Reader (Monster Train AU)

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Rogers: Steve Rogers

A Cabin By The Lake: Cecaelia!Jake x Black!Reader, Shifter!Ari Levinson x Black Reader (Cabin Getaway AU)

The Man in the Park: Skinny!Steve Rogers

4 Kinks Matched Ask

Husband/One Night Stand/Best Friend Ask

Kinks, Characters & Why Ask

Andy or Ari Ask

Three Seasons

Fic Recs

Best of 2021

Sebastian Stan Characters

My Comfort Fics

Chris Evans Characters

~ AHS ~

Her (Unlucky) 7 - CH 1

Her (Unlucky) 7 - CH 1, Pt. 2

Her (Unlucky) 7 - CH 2, Part 1

Her (Unlucky) 7 - CH 2, Pt. 2

[readingandwritingandreading]

Other Fandoms ~ Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist for anything not wrestling or MCU related!

Some Hearts ~ Masterlist

Summary: Reacher never needed anyone, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. But when he finds his mate beaten and bruised one night, she and the rest of the 110th show Reacher the benefits of being in a pack. Fated Mates, Shifter AU

Pairing: Shifter Jack Reacher X OFC Morgan Stone

Warnings: There are some darker things in this fic. Morgan is a rape and abuse survivor. Nothing is explicitly detailed but be advised. Your media consumption is your responsibility. This is a fated mates, wolf shifter AU and will contain claming, biting, mating and other wolf pack related things.

Status: In Progress

Finally Home Masterlist

Summary: Omega Safety & Matching Federation agent Ari has spent years helping Omega’s escape lives of servitude and be safe until they are Matched with an Alpha by the Federation. He’s managed to avoid being matched until his boss gives him an ultimatum; accept his match or they let him go.

Brianna has spent most of her life in one of the OSMF’s boarding homes for misplaced Omega’s. They are taught life skills and given education by stern Betas until an Alpha is matched with them. 

Pairing: Alpha Ari Levinson X OFC Omega Brianna Laini Collier 

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics

Status: Coming Soon

[biteofcherry]

Resolution

Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

summary: Ari has a particular resolution for the new year.

warnings: small doze of smutty at the end; chase kink; implied breeding kink;

Written as a result of this poll.

Frost-coated leaves crunch beneath your paws as you slowly circle your mate, who’s stoically sitting furry ass down in the clearing, his tail swishing lazily. 

Winter has come in full force at the beginning of December, but right around winter solstice lessened its grip on your lands. As shifters you don’t go cold easily, so it’s normal to go for runs even in layers of snow. But the run is more enjoyable when each step, each jump isn’t hindered by deep snow banks.

Snow is more amusing when you’re in your human form; though you still didn’t manage to land a snowball on your Alpha. His stupid fast reflexes are becoming annoying. 

So are his senses. 

Your fur coating should give you a solid advantage in the midst of winter, with its silvery hues that blend nicely with sun-stroked snow. Somehow, Ari is still able to track you down each time when you attempt to hide from him during your runs. Even rubbing yourself along resin drizzled bark doesn’t help mask your scent from your Alpha.

I’ll always find your ripe aroma, he murmured later as he held you down on his knot.

With a small huff, indignant that he easily dug you out from the small snow cave just minutes ago, you plop down beside him. 

The ground in the clearing sparkles with a thin layer of snow and frost, the dark green of the forest spreads in a wide ribbon around you, coated with white veil. Above the treetops, the night sky illuminates with hues of orange and gold, occasionally purple and green.

Fireworks. 

Marking the end of the year, announcing the start of another. And your past year has been a rollercoaster of change. It would remain a memorable one, for sure. 

The one beginning is set to be unusual as well; with you settling into the life of a bonded woman and the certain expectations being the Alpha’s mate carries.

Trying not to think too much of it now, you focus instead on the play of colors in the sky and the grounding constant of nature surrounding you. As well your mate’s steady heartbeat that you can hear in the quiet night. 

So far from the cities, the thunderous echo of fireworks blowing in the sky for the New Year celebration doesn’t hurt your sensitive hearing. Webs of fireworks aren’t visible either, only the colors changing the sky like a kaleidoscope. 

None of the pack were ever interested in watching the fireworks up close. It’s enough to admire them on the tv screen, where the sound can be muted, so it doesn’t startle pups, nor annoys your sharp hearing. 

You don’t mind sitting in the comfy quiet of nature, but you do feel slightly restless and a bit unsatisfied with your fun being cut short. 

It tempts you to nip Ari before bolting away, but if you give him any indication of resuming your game, he would pounce on you immediately. So you skip the poking invitation and simply leap right into a fast pace. 

You’ve learned a while ago it’s never a good idea to check how far from you your Alpha is, because that split of a second is enough of an advantage for him. Heart pounding in excitement and exertion, you cut through the forest. 

As the trees grow sparse and the shape of your house comes into view, you almost give a victorious howl. However, just as you breach the tree line, a massive, bronze wolf cuts in your way from the side. 

You snarl in annoyance. Once again your mate has outrun and outsmarted you. 

He growls at you in response and your whole body jerks. 

The shift comes quickly and within seconds you find yourself in human form - naked on the snow. 

“Fucking hell!” You jump onto your feet. “It’s freezing cold, Ari!” 

He rarely forced you into a shift; maybe once since that time at your mating ceremony. You didn’t expect it now (just like you never expected it before, either) and the very first instinct - aside from shifting back into your warm wolf fur - is to bury yourself in your Alpha’s fur. 

But Ari shifted into his human form, as well. His big hand grips the back of your neck before you finish your second sentence, pulling you close to his beefy form. Heat radiating off of him engulfs you.

“I’ll warm you right up, Omega,” his breath tickles your lips, then his mouth shuts off any of your verbal responses. 

With his other hand he grabs your ass and yanks you up. You wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck as he carries you in a few long strides inside your house. Just a few steps in, onto the nearest surface that would suffice this raw need bubbling out.

Desire for Ari seems to always thrum beneath your skin, but it bursts in sudden flares of consuming heat so unexpectedly. You could be simply talking one moment and in the next breath you’re spreading for him. 

Ari pushes you down onto the soft bear skin stretched in front of the fireplace in the living room. 

He claims it’s a trophy from a bear he killed himself when roaming up northern borders. You call bullshit. You suspect it’s a store-bought Yogi bear. 

But it doesn’t matter when Ari pins you down with his weight, rocking his hips between your splayed apart thighs. His cock is already half-hard and your body reacts to his growing potent scent. 

“Ari!” You hiss in pleasure, raking your fingernails down his back when his tip breaches your hole. 

“Always so ready for me,” he purrs, pushing deeper in. “Don’t have to work you up too much, this sweet pussy is so eager to take her Alpha’s knot.” 

“And when your heat comes in a few weeks-” he pauses for a moment- “I’m gonna give it what it craves the most-”

Ari snaps his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt and making you cry out.

“Gonna breed you, little omega. Getting you swollen with our pups is my new year’s resolution.”   

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

[biteofcherry]

Birthday sentence prompt for BAD MOON RISING:

“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep at night,’ I didn’t mean this.”

I don't think it goes the way you were hoping for. Or Ari was 😂

Bad Moon Rising

Alpha shifter!Ari Levinson x omega!shifter reader

warnings: none; fluff and teasing;

“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep at night,’ I didn’t mean this.” Ari huffs, making a face.

But he still opens the book and flips it over to the chapter he paused on the last time.

You roll your eyes at Ari's pout, taking a sip of hot chocolate (with a dash of Ari's bourbon).

"Oh, I know what you meant." You set the mug on the nightstand and fluff your pillow. "But I don't feel like being fucked to sleep. You said whatever and I want you to read to me."

You lay on your side, curling one of your legs and placing both hands under your cheek. The covers are rolled away, though you know it's not for long. If you shiver for even a second, Ari will be tugging them up to your nose (and you will promptly kick them back away).

Your Alpha learned that you liked the comfort of warm blankets while the temperature in the bedroom was almost freezing and you told him not to be surprised when you snuggle under layers like a toasty burrito. Which is how he picked up the habit of covering you up.

The thing is, that was your method when you were sleeping alone.

Since you have a mate, the covers aren't really needed. You choose to roll close to Ari for warmth. The Alpha burns like a furnace and it's enough to engulf you in heat.

"If you want to hear my voice, I can tell you about all the ways I would love to help you fall asleep," Ari glances at you, his back resting against the headboard.

"Has it occurred to you that maybe I just want to fall asleep dreaming about Aragorn?" You tilt your head to see Ari glowering at you.

"Or that your voice simply lulls me."

You're not usually a teasing type, but poking Ari from time to time is amusing.

His frown deepens and you blow him a kiss.

"When you're the one having trouble sleeping," you say, putting your hand on Ari's thigh, "we will have lots of sex. Now be a good mate and read, please."

Ari lets out another exasperated sigh, just for good measure. Then he adjusts his grip on the book and starts reading aloud. In that deep, velvety soft voice of his that chases away your anxieties.

[biteofcherry]

Hi I just went through your master list and all of your stories are a-maz-ing! But I wanted to ask, I need to know, how alpha Ari chose omega reader?! Is it a true mating like in Grainof Truth? When and why he decided he wants that omega. Cause damn he want to extremes to get her (and I'm weak for that 😳😳😳 )

The Bad Moon Rising universe is a completely different universe than Grain of Truth, so it's not a true mating for Ari and his omega.

Bad moon rising

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: none for this part below; mentions of primal kink and chase kink; a/b/o dynamics; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari; shifter!Ari;

There was something about you that made him curious. Simple as that, yet it meant much more.

~ * ~

Not much surprised Ari. For two decades now he carried responsibilities on his shoulders, providing for his pack and dealing with their problems - as serious and as petty as they came.

Ari read people easily, he learned it along the way when he took over the pack, and he grew bored with how predictable most of them were.

Then the autumn equinox festival came and you appeared among the numbers of Dimitri's pack.

Ari and your alpha decided on joined celebrations, so the two packs could show they can coexist and share land while still staying independent. An uncommon thing to happen for shifters, but Ari respected Dimitri enough to give his idea a chance.

Even if his alpha instinct snarled with the urge to dominate over the other alpha and take over his territory.

For shifters, wolves especially, land was sacred. Most needed to free your wolf and roam freely.

But human civilization spread rapidly, buying off lands and chopping down trees. They turned everything into steel and glass, their cities like cages for shifters who longed for nature.

So when one pack was in danger of losing land they searched for it - often warring with other packs. It ended with an alpha challenge. To the death. The winner taking over both lands and both packs.

That was Ari's initial plan too, but Dimitri was a seasoned, calm alpha who came with a counter proposal.

To share lands.

Honestly, Ari still wasn't sold on that idea. But he would honor the sacred celebrations of autumn festival. He made sure his pack behaved their best, as well.

It was then, as he leaned against an old tree that burst with shades of red and gold, drinking sweet mirabelle plum wine and watching some of his easygoing people break ice with your pack, that's when he noticed you.

A mature omega - your scent wafted to him even over the mixed aromas of food and bonfire.

Ripe as a plum and untainted by a mate's scent.

Ari felt his whole body snap to attention. His wolf side perked up, fascinated as well confused as to how a delicious omega like you was unmated.

You looked well into your thirties; not something that he really cared for. However, it was uncommon for any shifter past twenty five to be unmated. Mostly due to pack's expectations and pressure to meet conservative standards.

So many young members of his pack buzzed with this need to quickly find a partner. Yours pack too, he noticed.

Just like he noticed single females prancing around for his attention. One curl of his finger and he could have any he wanted.

To be fair, he was going to end his festivities exactly that way - with a willing partner to tumble with in the woods, raw and primal just the way he liked it the most.

Now that you appeared, the only chase he wanted to follow was after you.

An unmated omega so mature of age was a fascinating occurrence. It meant you had an iron will, standing against any social pressure, as well that you expected more of your partner. Ari respected that.

Slowly, he prowled along the shadows, watching you as you stepped to the side to admire one of the hand-carved wolf statues.

You traced your fingers over the fine details of the statue - a masterpiece, you had to admit that. With a little smile, you picked one of the flowers from thee wreath on your head and put it behind the wolf's ear.

"I'm not sure if he'd snap his teeth at you, or waggle his tail."

Unexpected chuckle startled you, your eyes lifting up from the statue to stare at the man emerging from the shadows behind it.

Ari Levinson.

The dreaded alpha of the other pack. He was recognizable not only for his reputation, but also because all of the young women in your pack kept panting after him the whole evenings; pointing at him, whispering, hiking up their skirts to show more flesh and lure his attention.

You understood the attraction. Levinson was handsome and charismatic. Built tall and big, overpowering. Sharp blue eyes that saw any tick, any weak spot.

Everything about him screamed alpha and your wolf side mewled with the need to run away. Partly of fear, partly because the bitch knew the alpha would give a chase.

You swallowed nervously, but tried to mask it with a chuckle.

"It's festive time," you shrugged with a smile, "even the most brooding wolves should celebrate. I helped him getting into the mood."

"Sometimes a wolf snaps his fingers when he is in a mood." Ari's voice was a low, soft caress.

The meaning behind his words hit you with a punch of heat. Along with the lure, came a spike of fear.

If this was merely him flirting you up, seeking for a chance of one night of rough fucking, you'd probably follow quite eagerly. It's been a while since you gave in to the carnal side. And your wolf would howl in pleasure.

But the way Ari's eyes were trained on you was too assessing, to intense. And he wasn't even staring at your boobs. No, he was studying you.

He was, you realized, fascinated.

For an omega, having an alpha - an alpha as powerful as Ari Levinson - fascinated with her meant binding for more than just a one night stand.

An alpha was a predator. He engaged in fun without pouring all of his instincts into it. When he did that, it meant he was on a chase after a prey he was adamant on catching.

"Ah, there's quite a bouquet of flowers to choose from to fit your mood." You turned slightly and motioned at the gathering of people, groups of women (and a few men) glancing toward Ari with promises of devotion in their eyes.

"I'm a seasoned alpha," Ari chuckled in a self-mocking tone, "I've had my fair share of occasional celebration. I'm ready to permanently sate my mood."

"What makes you think I'm the right choice?" You knew that blunt disobedience wouldn't go with any alpha.

And you shouldn't antagonize one that might as well force your pack to submit to him.

"What makes a wolf know that a doe will sate his hunger?" He replied, stepping closer to you. "I don't know that yet, omega. But I want to find out."

You trembled slightly, though you tried to take control over your body. Instinct to run away was growing stronger, but you knew the instant you stepped away Ari would pounce.

Your wolf side buzzed with excitement at the prospect. Your human side feared being unable to handle the overwhelming power of Ari Levinson.

He wasn't simply a strong and confident man. He was a ruler, a conqueror. Your independence would crumble, if he bound you to him.

"That's bold. You don't even know if-"

"You're unmated." Ari stated with confidence.

"I'm-" you thought of restoring to a little lie, suggest that you're meeting someone in hope it would deter Ari.

Once again he interrupted you with a calm certainty:

"You're not with anyone." Ari traced your cheek with a finger. "No man's scent lingers on you."

He leaned much closer to you, his fingers dipping below your hair to grip your nape.

"It's best if it stayed that way, omega." His voice remained soft, but there was a growl to it. Your clit pulsed with the sound of it.

"No other scent, but that delicious, tempting smell of you. Until you're covered in my scent."

"I haven't consented to it." You tilted your chin defiantly.

"Of course you haven't." Ari suddenly pulled away, a respectful step between the two of you.

He grinned at you; charming and playful. The blue of his eyes shimmered with excitement.

"Make me work for it, little omega." He reached out to pick a flower from your wreath.

"Make me chase you." He tucked the flower behind his ear.

[biteofcherry]

Ari + Primal/Chase 😘

Bad Moon Rising

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: primal kink; chase kink; cum marking; masturbation; a/b/o dynamics; forced relationship; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari; shifter!Ari; mentions of mating; no bestiality; hint of breeding kink (if you squint)  

~ * ~ 

Your chest hurt, lungs constricted and filled with lead as breath drew out of your airways in wheezing gulps. But you kept on pushing, forcing your legs to run faster into the depths of the wilderness. 

Nightfall drowned the early autumn gold and oranges in dark ink, specks of colors weaving into one black canvas.

You knew these woods, but at night and in your human shape you could navigate them as well as a lost tourist from the city.

If you shifted into your wolf form, you’d gain vision, also speed, but you’d lose the advantage of using tree branches and rock formations. As a human you were able to climb over the rocks, climb trees too and go from one to another by jumping from branch to branch. 

You’ve been running for over an hour, the settlement that provided safety all your life far behind you. Your mother cried when you fled, her reasons lost on your ears as you decided to fight for your freedom. 

That’s how you saw it. 

While the rest of your pack accepted the ancient law, you couldn’t. The alpha of your pack was killed in a fight. A fair one, challenged by another. But where Dimitri’s rule as an alpha provided you safety, since he was mated and disinterested in the only omega in the area, the new alpha was anything but safe to you.

Ari Levinson, a powerful alpha from a different pack, settled his eyes on you months ago. None of the other females with clear interest in him held his attention. He was an alpha who not only sought a mate, but was adamant on it being an omega. 

When you refused, too scared of the power an alpha like him could hold over you, Ari went to your alpha.

Arranged matings were very rare nowadays, but they did happen as a way to settle warring packs and strengthen unions. 

But Dimitri said he won’t force you, even knowing that Levinson’s pack was so much stronger than yours. He wasn’t surprised when Ari challenged him, either. 

Adrenaline and fear built a tense wall around the clearing where they fought. As the battle of two males continued, you tiptoed away, followed only by a curious gaze of a redhead from Ari’s pack. 

You burst into your house, quickly packing a small backpack and stuffing your mouth with freshly baked cookies your mother brought you earlier. 

Your parents, as loving and supportive as they were, tried reasoning with you from the very beginning. They told you how worthy a mating with Levinson could be, how safe and protected you’d be. Your father went as far as using his old contacts to provide you with proof that Ari, while very lethal, was generally a good, caring man.

You didn’t want to know that. You didn’t need it. Because you simply didn’t want to belong to someone you barely met. 

In your thirties - still unmated to the dismay of many conservative pack members - you were smart and bold enough to fight for your independence.

Why your age alone didn't deter Ari, you couldn't understand.

He could have any female he wished; almost every overly fertile and frisky girl in her early twenties dripped for him. You know of three that offered their services when you refused.

Sensing this night may be your downfall - hell, the downfall of your whole pack - you put your backpack on, scribbled a note for your parents to find later, and you took off into the woods. 

Twenty minutes into your fast paced march an unmistakable howl of victory echoed through the air. 

It wasn’t Dimitri, you knew. The unfamiliar until now sound belonged to the pack’s new alpha - Ari Levinson.

That instant you knew you needed to run fast. You were aware he’d seek you out first thing, or maybe second thing after defeating Dimitri.

And when he didn't find you, he’d give chase. 

He had the upper hand of being an alpha - stronger, faster, his senses sharper. But you also heard he’s a fucking exceptional tracker. 

So you ran, picking the most difficult route in hope it being unfamiliar slows Ari down.

But you could sense him catching up with you. Or maybe it was your paranoia, since you didn’t hear nor scent him at all. 

You had no clue if he’d go after you in his human form or if he shifts into a wolf. You didn’t know enough to predict his tactic, or expect any tricks. You were simply determined to get yourself as far as possible, get to the other side of the river that ran near the border of your pack’s lands and then catch a ride at a motel where truckers often stayed. 

Suddenly something collided with you from the left. 

His scent hit you the moment his arms clenched around you and you realized why you didn’t notice him getting closer. Ari’s scent was of woods - mossy undertones, pine and wet ferns, a hint of resin. 

A perfect predator, blending so easily with his surroundings. 

Ari toppled you over, pinning your squirming body to the ground. He put most of his weight on top of you, effectively immobilizing your smaller, weaker form.

With one, huge hand he gripped both of your wrists, squeezing your cheeks with the other and preventing you from shaking your head from side to side.

Your bewildered gaze locked on his face, so close to you. He was handsome. You couldn’t deny it. Striking blue eyes framed with thick, curled eyelashes. A noble nose, peppered with a few sun freckles; his nostrils flaring at your adrenaline-spiked scent. Beard softened his chiseled jawline. A smirk curved his lips. 

And he was naked. 

Which told you he had to shift and chase you in his wolf form, transforming back only when he got really close to you. Maybe you should feel an ounce of gratitude that he caught you in his arms, not viciously bit into your ankle. 

“Gotcha, little red riding hood.” Ari chuckled, releasing your cheeks to tug the zipper of your red hoodie down. 

“I love a good chase.” He licked his lips as he parted the sides of your hoodie.

You strained beneath him, body fighting against him despite the voice of reason and your instinct. 

“Makes me so much more excited to play with my prey.” A soft growl rolled on his tongue, your body stilling for a second. 

The moment he pushed the hoodie off your shoulder, exposing your mating gland, you started writhing again. 

Ari traced the bump beneath your skin with his fingers first, the contact making you shiver. Then he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips hovering right above that spot. You cried out in protest, panicking that he’s going to bond you this very second. 

Ari only kissed it. A gasp escaped your lips as the intimate contact sent a pleasant jolt down to your belly. He lavished your skin with his tongue over and over again, warmth and wetness sinking into your skin, until your body melted.

Resistance dispersed and you went lax underneath him. Your legs spread apart, allowing Ari to settle between them. 

He continued to manipulate your body by driving your instinctive desire to bond into a frenzy. When you mewled, your back arching and head falling to the side in submission, Ari pulled back. 

“I’m ready for you too, little one,” he said, rocking his hips into you; his hardening cock rubbing against your core.

When your eyes flared with fear, he chuckled. 

“But I’m a traditional man.” He calmed you, fingers stroking over your gland once again to ease you down from a rush of panic. “I won’t take you until the ceremony.”

You gulped. A mating ceremony was a tradition reserved for alphas and their mates. An old ritual that balanced between mystical, intimate and rawly primal. 

While all of the pack members celebrated their matings, they were similar to simple weddings, some modern, some more traditional. When an alpha mated it was a whole different level of a celebration. And only a few highest ranking wolves were present to witness the bonding of an alpha; the rest left to celebrate the union without catching sight of the mated couple. 

Those ceremonies were shrouded in mystery and legend, taboo enough to make you fear it even now when you were well into your thirties. 

You squeaked when Ari rolled your top up to your chin, exposing your belly and your breasts. He undid your pants too, but didn’t pull them down. 

“Shh,” he cooed, getting up on his knees and straddling you. “I won’t take you now, but it doesn’t mean I won’t mark you, omega.”

You watched with eyes growing wide and humiliation blooming in heated blotches across your body, as Ari took his cock in his hand and started stroking. 

He kept staring at you, not even at your breasts shaking each time you took a breath in, but at your face. You didn’t know if he found pleasure in your fear, or if he saw in you something that attracted him. 

Ari groaned, fisting himself faster. His hips jerked in rhythm with his strokes. 

His lips parted, the sounds coming out stirring something inside you, making you pant as well. Strands of messy hair fell across Ari’s forehead; his eyes darkening, a silvery glow in them mesmerized you. 

He came with a long grunt, splashing warm, white streams of cum on your bare skin. It splattered across your belly and your titts, a trickle filling your bell button and sliding down your side. 

Ari kept pumping his cock until the last drop was out. Then stared down at you, admiring how you looked with his cum all over you. 

He dipped two fingers in the sticky mess and rubbed it into the skin over your gland. He took another scoop and brought it to your mouth, forcing his fingers between your lips. 

Salty tinge coated your tongue. As it dripped down your throat, a trail of warmth seemed to shoot from the center of your belly low into your abdomen and between your thighs. You felt a wet spot forming on your panties. 

Ari’s nostrils flared. His gaze slowly dragged down the length of you until his focus zeroed on your core.  

“Slick for me already, omega?” He asked, a tone of triumph chiming in his voice. 

“Tell me,” he spread his fingers over your belly and started rubbing his come into your skin, each swipe of his fingers dipping lower and lower under the band of your pants. “Is it all from the chase, or the taste of my cum?” 

He laughed when you tensed like a chord as his finger pressed against your clit - a sound so vibrant deep and low, so tempting; yet cruel.

“I knew I’d have fun with you, little one.” Ari grinned, teasing your nub. 

“And think how much more fun we’re going to have after the ceremony-” he leaned down, his warm breath puffing against your parted lips- “when you bloat with my seed.” 

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Hardwood

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader; shifter!Ari Levinson x shifter!reader

summary: Though you knew your heat is nearing, the way it hits you in the morning and how you act is very unexpected.

warnings: primal kink; breeding kink; mating cycles; heat; knotting; unprotected sex; dirty talk;

The bed seemed warmer than usual as you stirred from your sleep. Your hand on the vacant spot right next to you, where Ari should be sleeping, trailed after the imprint of his presence.

That he was out of bed before you wasn’t a novelty; though Ari liked to be the one waking you up with his wandering hands and mouth, more often he was up on his feet, preparing for the day - and making you breakfast.

His scent was quite strong as you took a long, deep breath that stretched into a yawn. Fresh pine and resin, reminding of taking a stroll through the woods. 

Perhaps he got out of bed just moments ago. 

Though usually you stayed in bed a bit longer, your consciousness snapped to functionality and your body was rousing with eagerness to find your mate. 

Had to be the hunger, you told yourself as you donned on a washed-out t-shirt and silk, pink pajama shorts. One of Ari’s best traits as a mate was the fact he made hearty, delicious breakfasts. He had zero patience for washing the dishes and often annoyed you with how carelessly he did them, but he made up in the cooking department. 

Your head filled with all the tasty options that Ari could be cooking as you padded downstairs and into the kitchen. However, the moment you stepped inside, your brain lost its track of thought. 

The sight of Ari moving around the kitchen in tight jeans (belt unbuckled and clinking as he moved) and nothing else wasn’t shocking. It was a norm - Ari’s slutty exhibitionistic wardrobe choices. And yes, you always allowed yourself to ogle, since his sinfully hot body was all yours to admire and crave. 

But there was something different with the view he presented this time, or rather your reaction was different. 

Watching Ari in his clothes was enough to turn you on, seeing him half naked had a stronger effect, but the whole process of arousal was a fire slowly growing from smaller flames. This time your whole body snapped to attention immediately. 

If it wasn’t obvious to you that Ari is the center of your wolf’s rapid focus, you’d suspect she sensed danger; that she tensed your muscles and sharpened your senses to react to a possible threat. 

You knew Ari was aware of you coming down the stairs and walking into the kitchen, you wouldn’t be surprised if he sensed that you woke up, but it was the tiny changes in your breathing that made him pause and look up. 

When his blue eyes met yours, your body reacted with a gush of slick.

Ari straightened slowly. Each inch he gained as he stretched to his full height thrummed through your body with a jolt of arousal. He reached to the side and turned off the coffee maker, then pushed the pan off the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice a little shaky as you licked your lips. 

“Postponing breakfast, since it’s obvious your heat won’t wait any moment longer,” Ari replied. Though his words were on the amusing side, the drop in his tone betrayed how affected his own wolf was. 

You didn’t deny his assessment. There was no point playing coy, or lying. Not when the craving increased with each passing second.

Your toes curled as you considered simply jumping Ari right there. Then your gaze flicked to the door leading outside into the backyard, a thought of running away with the thrill of adding more adrenaline before your Alpha pins you down and knots your needy cunt.  

“Don’t.” Ari’s warning growl turned your nipples painfully stiff.

Your gaze obediently returned to him. Neither of you moved, the tension grew unbearable as you seized each other up. 

“You like the chase.” You countered, feeling your heartbeat accelerate in excitement. 

“I do. But my omega is in heat and no one is allowed to even get a whiff of that maddening, sweet scent.”

Ari’s possessiveness often irked you, leading to a few loud arguments in the past. You knew it wouldn’t change, not with how close to the surface Ari’s wolf was all the time. Definitely not with his position of an Alpha, which meant that as his mate you were also a tool of power and he wouldn’t allow anyone to challenge him by poaching you.

At the moment, however, there was something deeply satisfying in his desire to keep you for himself only. 

You knew it wasn’t your wolf - that bitch was already in a presenting position whining for the Alpha to take her - it was your human side, the teasing and stubborn streak of humanity that made you take those fast steps toward the door anyway.  

You didn’t even manage to touch the doorknob. 

Large hand gripped the front of your neck, yanking you back into a wall of muscles. 

Ari’s other arm tightened around you, caging your arms at your sides. His fingers curled tighter, pressing into your carotids and threatening to cut off your airflow. If anything, it only made your clit throb harder.

You snarled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Futily. You weren’t even able to shake your head an inch. There was never a chance of going against Ari’s strength. 

Ari kicked your feet apart and wedged his leg between them. Your hips rocked against his thigh desperately, silk bottoms sticking to your folds as you drenched at the mere friction his leg provided.   

“Are you going to behave and let me take you to our bed?” Ari grunted, bouncing his leg slightly and making you moan. “Or do you want me to push you down here like a needy bitch in heat?”

You were horny before. You were in heat before. Many times. All those experiences seemed bland compared to the despair you felt. That need burst into a blaze in such a short time, that desire was mixing with irritation and evoking more impatient snarls from you.

When you tilted your head and bared your teeth at Ari, he snapped. 

He bent your neck to the side and sank his teeth into your skin; your whine of pain turned into a little yip as you went pliant in his arms. 

“Bitch in heat it is,” he growled, retracting his teeth. 

Ari forced you down, not that you were struggling much anymore. He got you onto your hands and knees on the hardwood kitchen floor. His grip moved from the front of your neck to the back of it, holding you by the nape as he slapped your ass hard. Once. Twice. 

Then with a single yank he ripped off your shorts, tossing the soiled, pink garment in front of you, so you could see how soaked through they were. 

Heats always came with copious fluids, but - as with desire itself - it built up in hours. Heat with Ari proved to go from zero to hundred in nanoseconds. 

Without prompting, you spread your legs wider and arched your back. Not only was your clit pulsing, but your folds did too, filled with blood and dripping slick. You pushed your hips back, soundlessly pleading for the stretch of your Alpha’s cock. 

“Good omega,” Ari praised as you presented. “That’s it. Open up for the fat cock that you crave so much.” 

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thigh, which was sticky with your juices, then slid them between your swollen folds. He didn’t tease you long, just a few strokes and then he was positioning himself behind you. 

A pleased chirp at the stretch of the head of his cock pushing into your tight hole almost turned into a whine when Ari paused. But it was for a fleeting second, as he changed his grip to use both hands to grab your shoulders. 

Then he slammed into you brutally, the force jerking you forward. 

Ari’s strokes were languid, but purposeful, matching that primal hunger that melted away your humanity and left mostly the animal in charge. Though you still instinctively attempted to scramble away from the hard, merciless fucking, Ari’s hold on your shoulders prevented it. 

The swirls of conflicting thoughts in your head dispersed, replaced by the sole focus on feeling. And chasing that frantic urgency to come. Your body was tuning in with the animalistic taking. Soon your hips were swaying back eagerly to meet each quickening thrust.

As remnants of instinctive fight left you and you gave in to nature's demand, Ari changed his hold on you. Pinning grip on your shoulders shifted, hands moving onto your hips instead to give him better leverage as he pounded you harder. At some point your arms wobbled and you fell forward, bracing your eight on your forearms.

Slight change in position tilted your hips up, allowing Ari’s cock a new angle that fucked the breath out of your chest and caused stars to burst beneath your eyelids. 

You came with a long cry; your walls spasming tight around him. Squelching sounds matched the volume of slapping skin, only barely drowned out by Ari’s growls and staccato of your moans. 

“So fucking tight.” Ari huffed. “Your greedy little pussy’s so desperate to milk every drop out of me.” 

He draped his massive body over you, hands splayed right next to yours as he rutted into you. He almost stopped withdrawing, rocking his length deeper and deeper, and you felt the stretch start to build up. 

“This what you wanted so much, huh?” Ari grazed his teeth over your shoulder, snapping his hips forward.

“Yes!” You keened, impatient for his knot to inflate. 

“I know, my little omega,” he kissed the spot he just teased with his teeth, “I can sense that urge to be filled with my cum thrumming through your body.”

You were shaking at this point, thighs quivering as buildup to another climax heightened. It could happen any moment now, but something held it off, as if you were waiting for something specific. Something special. 

It could only be one thing.

“My wolf is so proud that you want to have his pups,” Ari was mouthing along your skin, words unclear the more he nipped and kissed. “But I’d fuck you even if you resisted that need-” his teeth sank deeper as his thrusts grew frantic- “because babies or not, there’s no better fucking feeling than cumming in your pussy and locking you on my knot!”

A second later Ari’s teeth pierced your skin and his knot inflated; spurts of thick, warm cum filling you. 

Momentarily, your whole body seized as your own orgasm hit full force. 

Stronger than before, since your body was finally given what it craved more and responded to each splash of your mate’s cum. The stretch of knot provided stimulation as well, keeping you on that precipice of constant arousal. 

A bit of blood trickled down where Ari bit you, but you paid it no attention, more focused on your Alpha’s comforting heaviness and all the cum that was filling your womb. 

He groaned his own pleasure, trailing his lips tinted with your blood along your back. Irritated with the scrap of fabric he didn’t get rid of before, Ari ripped it off sharply, tossing what used to be a t-shirt aside. His mouth instantly returned to peppering kisses between your shoulder blades and one of his hands cupped your breast.

“These will fill up with milk soon, to feed our pups.” As he squeezed, your pussy fluttered. Or perhaps it was his words and the still pouring cum. 

“You’ll be so responsive.” Ari hummed in delight. “Your tits are going to be so sensitive and leaking,” he pinched your nipple between his fingers and your clit throbbed in sync.

He played with your other breast before trailing his hand south, to where your abdomen grew taut as more of his cum stuffed your womb. 

“Feeling heavy with my seed?” 

Ari splayed his fingers over the slight swell and pressed. Which caused a whole new wave of sensations that wrecked your body with tremors, stirring heat’s hunger anew.

“F-uck!” A curse bubbled out of your mouth, along with hoarse admission- “Yes, Ari! Feels so fucking good.”

It did. You didn’t even try to comprehend if it was the hormone induced haze of the heat, or the animal side of you, or maybe it simply felt so fucking good to be filled with cum so much. You simply delighted in it. Craved more, too.

“You’ll get more.” Ari nipped your ear. 

“And you will swell with it.” His growl stimulated your wolf, but also your human side reacted to it. “You’ll carry me a litter, omega. One after another.” 

Again, your walls clenched. A small, needy whimper left your lips.

“I see you like the idea.” Ari chuckled, slipping his fingers lower. “Like to be bred by your mate, ‘mega?”

“Nghh, yes!” You bucked against him as his fingertips touched your swollen clit.

“Good girl, omega.” He kissed a spot right behind your ear. 

“Now come for your Alpha one more time, so your womb drowns in more of my cum,” he started rubbing circles and wicked eights on your clit. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom. Keep you all cosy and comfortable while you work your greedy cunt to earn another knot.”