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And I love you, darling

Pairing: Soft!dark Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Warnings: Soft!Dark Ari, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, Breeding kink, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: We reached the end. Official word count for this series: 57kish. Thank you so much for joining me in this crazy ride <33 until next time, my loves..

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This love is bad: End

You looked at yourself at the mirror. Your curls artfully falling on one side of your shoulder, your neck adorned with beautiful diamonds your grandmother passed down to you. You had just finished putting on your makeup. You ran your hand on the expanse of your gown. Your waist was highlighted on this dress, the skirt flowing freely. And the color…by heavens did you love the color. The blue hues were something you had never seen. When Ari invited you to a charity event for your third date, he claimed he was going to take care of your dress. And now looking at yourself in the mirror, you knew you weren’t wrong to trust him.

You must admit that you felt like a princess with this breathtaking dress. And with a smile, you twirled in front of the mirror. You thought you were alone, you really did. But when you opened your eyes, your soul nearly left your body when you found Bucky leaning against the wall, his muscular arms crossed in front of his strong chest. He wasn’t wearing his usual smirk- instead, he was genuinely smiling at you. You squinted your eyes playfully at him before offering him your own smile.

“A gentleman would compliment a lady, Bucky,” you informed him dryly.

You saw Bucky’s lips tipped up, shaking his head once before closing the distance between the two of you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

You chuckled as he bowed a little, offering you his manly hand as if asking you for a dance. He angled his head to the side when you comically took your time, before glaring at you. Finally, you put your dainty hand safely on his. You felt his strong hand wrapped around your waist as he led you to a slow dance. And when you complained that there was no music, he started humming Bad Romance of all the songs he could have chosen. You laughed heartily as he twirled your around dramatically. You turned to look at your handsome friend, someone you considered your own brother. From his dark hair, to his blue eyes, to the strong hands that could hurt anyone but chose to protect those he loved instead. You were so lucky to find someone like him in this life, to live in the same time as him, to grow up alongside him. You were feeling immense gratitude to the man who never not took your side since you were young, who courageously informed you when you were in the wrong, who took offense first when someone hurt you before you could even process the hurt, who supported and protected you when you decided to finally live for you.

And you knew, a friend such as him- nay, a brother like him was hard to find.

You looked up at his blue eyes, your hand in his, the other safely resting on his broad back. You offered him your sincerest smile, your emotions bleeding in your eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured, the words weighing all the things he did for you whether you asked for them or not. “I am so grateful that you exist.”

He was silent for a moment, before he nodded his head in acknowledgement. “You know I’d do anything for you, princess.”

“I know,” you started, smiling cheekily at him, “You’re the person I trust most in this world.”

You took a deep breath before you took a step inside the vast and elegant mansion of the billionaire hosting the event. It had been too long since you left this life, and yet, here you were. Funnily though, you didn’t feel like you no longer belonged. It was like yesterday when you last mingled with these people, last wore fancy clothes, and last put on too much makeup that you no longer recognized the person in the mirror. You wondered why you no longer felt like that despite wearing this expensive dress that you were sure cost more than what you earned in the bakery.

You had only taken two steps when you started feeling eyes on you. You should have expected this. After all, you were missing from the scene for years. Being one of the heiresses of a multimillion-dollar business, fiancé to the business mogul, Ari Levinson, and an altruistic person, and all of a sudden, you were back. But the eyes of the people, the stopping of their talks, their full attention on you suddenly started weighing more than you could handled that you started stepping back when you felt a strong hand on your exposed back. You glanced back, and there he was.

There was your Ari.

There was someone who was smiling at you, looking at you as if you were the anchor the kept him from going on the deep ends, as if you were love itself. And then all at once, nothing mattered. Not the hypercritical society, not the choices you made, not the fancy place- all that mattered now was the way he looked at you.

“Hi,” he breathed as he looked intently in your eyes. You looked up at him, truly looked at him. His black tuxedo fitted him well, his hair neatly combed back, his beard trimmed expertly. He looked so handsome, he looked so tall. But above all, he looked like yours.

“Hi,” you murmured, unconsciously leaning closer to him for strength. Ari lifted his hand to you, and with bated breath, he waited for you to hold his hand. And you did, this time without thinking of any reasons as to why you shouldn’t. His lips tilted up ever so slightly, his eyes shone when you reached his hand.

“Are you ready to face the music, darling?”

With him, you found that you were more than ready.

And like a cliché fairytale, he led you in the middle of the room. You and Ari danced to the slow music of the live band. You were never far from him because he always made sure that he was touching a part of you. Maybe this was what people were describing in the novels and in songs, in movies and in series, maybe this was what they were trying so hard to depict in the paintings- the moment when others faded to the background because here was the person that only mattered. You felt the warmth as he twirled you, as he rested his large hand on the small of your back, as he kissed your palm. You felt this unrestrained unhappiness as he took you in his muscular arms, as he rested his cheek on the side of your head, as he swayed you to the music.

You felt the love you were trying so hard to not feel.

You remembered the time you realized you had already fell so hard, so fast, that you only had limited time to brace for the impact as you fell. It was a combination of all the little things that made you fell. Years later, you realized true love did not happen in a blink of an eye. It wasn’t an instant kind of love. Well, at least for you it wasn’t. Your version of love happened because it wasn’t supposed to happen. And you were just too helpless to stop it from happening. Your love happened because of effort, of his kindness, of destiny.

But still, you couldn’t shake off the weight of their eyes on you. Ari looked over your head for a while, noting that indeed people were looking. “Don’t mind them, darling. You’re the only one that matter here to me.”

It did not take long for people to start wanting Ari’s attention. After the dance, businessmen started approaching him. He was only all too happy to introduce you as his woman, and you were only too elated to pinch him in his hard stomach to which he just pulled you to him closer. And finally, someone he introduced to you as his good friend, an elder gentleman, smiled fondly at you before asking Ari to speak in private.

“It’ll just be a moment, sweetheart,” he assured you as he planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand, smiling gently at you before turning his back on you. You watched his broad back as he walked with his friend, genuinely laughing at whatever the man said. His demeanor was so unlike from those other interactions he had with the other businessmen. It somehow amazed you how he could changed the way he interacted with others, and now more than ever that he wasn’t hiding who he was in front of you. Perhaps, what you found to be a horrifying yet a significant thought was that you could now read Ari.

He looked behind to see where you were, and he thought he now accepted that he would always have it in him to check where you were, to make sure you didn’t leave him.

You waved at him a little before deciding on freshening up.

You entered the elegant comfort room, only to find your old, socialite friends chatting among themselves. They were pleasant, really and you enjoyed hanging out with them before. But after being away from this life for years, you felt like you could no longer relate to them anymore. Finally, they turned to look at you with welcoming smile on their faces, their chatters ceased before approaching you.

“Y/N! Oh my god, sweetie! It has been so long!” One of your friends offered her cheek to you, and then the other. You chuckled as the girls surrounded you, asking you where you had been, what were you up to, how was your businesses, and ultimately who was Ari to you. It amused you that it took them that long to get around asking what they had been really itching to ask since the moment you entered the room.

Who was he to you?

“He’s my…” you trailed off, thinking of a way to describe the hurricane that he was. Ultimately, you decided to answer truthfully. “He’s my person.”

The girls shared a confused look before turning to you.

“Oh, i-it’s just we’ve been hearing chatters that you’re to be engaged to a French tycoon,” your other friend quipped up, confusion apparent in her face.

“I heard that too from my mother.”

“I think this was only very recent.”

You tilted your head as you listened to your friends. You mind running a mile a minute from the information they were divulging you.

“That’s only gossip,” you chuckled to ease the tension you were feeling. You weren’t naive to know that when there was smoke, there was fire somewhere. And you had a suspicion who lit the fire.

After assuring them that that was merely hearsay, and after promising them that you would see them soon, your friends left the room. Once they left, you took care of your business. You were washing your hands when you heard the door opening. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you looked up in the mirror. You were flabbergasted to see an older version of you.

Your mother reapplied her expensive lipstick on her lips. The shape of her lips were eerily similar to you. From head to toe, no one could deny that you were your mother’s daughter. How could they deny when after all, she taught you how to be her. After what felt like forever, she finally shifted her elegant eyes from the reflection of herself to you.

“Don’t you feel the guilt, my dear?” She pronounced the words with class, her voice even as if she wasn’t talking to her only daughter that she hadn’t seen in years. “Or at the very least, feel the shame?”

“Mother-“

She tilted her head, a nefarious smile painted in her face. “After running from this for years, look where it got you,” she whispered, now turning to fully face you. “Back where you were in the first place.”

You licked your lip, a habit your mother hated. Your lips quivered as you faced her, as you faced the one that should have loved you the most in this life. “I ran because I don’t want to live a life that’s not mine.”

She nodded understandingly, “I know, dear. But you should have also considered your place and responsibility in this family.”

“What family?” You asked with perplexity. “You’re only married to dad in paper. He has another family of his own, my half-sister whose mother in paper is you! I had to raise her because you neglected her and me. I had to raise myself, learn to love myself, because you only looked at me as if I’m a pawn to your game. And my father who only loves my sister isn’t any better! As if it was my mistake that he married for business and not for love. Now tell me, what family? What responsibility when I did everything for this family?” You seethed with tears in your eyes. Finally, you had unloaded the burden you had been feeling since you were born. Finally, you said your piece.

Your mother looked at you in disbelief, “Are you done with the word vomit, my dear?”

With tears falling from your eyes, you watched as she walked near you. Your mother, with emotionless face, wiped the tears from your eyes softly. “Don’t you think I too wanted to be loved?” She murmured, her eyes focused on her task. “Didn’t you think that I too tried to escape this fate?” Your mother smiled as if she was reminiscing her past. “Love is a fleeting feeling, my dear. At the end of the day, what matters most is stability. Wealth. Respect from the society.” She smiled at you before fixing your hair.

“No matter how much you try to resist, you’ll end up like me. With a man like him, you’re going to end up being the most powerful woman in this society. You have to choose where you derive your happiness… after all, a man like him doesn’t know how to love only one woman. Look at where you are now, back where you started. You’re never going to escape this fate.”

And it hit you right where it hurt the most. You were trying too hard not to think of how all your hard work, your perseverance, your effort were eventually all for naught. She was right. At the end of the day, you couldn’t escape this fate because you chose not to. At the end of the day, you were merely their puppet.

Perhaps, it pained you because it was true. And you wanted it not to be. You could feel the walls closing in on you, could feel the heavy beating of your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

You felt stupid. You felt foolish.

What must other people thought of you? That you couldn’t handle the real world that was why you came back? That you were too sheltered, too weak to live on your own? That life was too difficult that you ran back to your rich parents?

You needed to leave.

With a hurried steps, you opened the door with trepidation, only to find him standing on the other side of the door.

“Sweetheart, there you are. I worried you-“ Ari trailed off once he got a good look at your melancholic face, your eyes brimming with unrestrained tears. “What happened?” He asked in a hard voice.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past him when he took hold of your wrist, preventing you from leaving him. “Darling, what happened? Where are you going?”

You didn’t think. You just wanted to leave. And perhaps, you should have thought of what you said numerous times before you said it to him. “This is over. Our three dates are up.”

Ari looked astonished, yet his hold on you didn’t loosen. Instead, he pulled you closer and looked down on you with confusion and hurt in his eyes. “I don’t understand. I thought we were making progress…I-I thought you love me-“

Your mother decided it was the right time to reveal herself. Ari looked up, recognition in his eyes before slowly turning to you. “What did she say?”

“The truth. I’m sorry. I can’t do this-“

“So that’s it,” he whispered to himself, before nodding. He laughed humorlessly, “One word from someone else and you go running away from me.”

“Ari-“

“Does what I have to say mean so little to you? Do I mean nothing to you that you can just leave me?”

You gulped as you looked at him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Looking back, what perhaps surprised you the most was that he let go of your hand.

“Y/n…I’m only human. I get tired, too,” he uttered, his eyes staring intently at you. And when you said nothing, because really, there was nothing more to say. Finally, when all he heard from you was nothing, he walked away.

It was a month later when your mother gave you a call, ordering you to show up or else it was going to be your little sister who would marry the French tycoon she wanted you to marry. You almost laughed from her predictability. You knew it was her who started the fire. You had tried hard to get your sister out of her grasps, but she refused.

Even though you shared a childhood with her, you two were raised by different yet same parents. Her father loved her, he cherished her. Your father tolerated you.

To your sister, your parents, especially your father were just doing what they thought was best for you.

But you knew they only used you to strengthen their place in the society…regardless if you were happy or not.

Despite the fact that your heart broke and was still breaking to million pieces, you were left with no choice. You met the handsome gentleman one day. His name was Timothy. You found him to be kind, humorous even. He made you laughed. At the back of your mind, you remembered how much Ari made you laughed as well… how much he made you happy. Then you met Timothy again for a much less formal setting. He was charming, and he wasn’t out of touched from reality of the world. He was a family man, telling you tales of his childhood with his loving parents. When you asked him why he was in this arranged marriage, he explained that he believed love could be learned because that was what happened in his parents.

You didn’t say anything after that because you were certain there was no love after Ari.

It shouldn’t surprised you to find several photos of you and Timothy on the news after meeting him. In all the photographs, you were laughing and he looked at you with warmth in his face.

You were back in your own penthouse, no longer living with Bucky. But as a condition to the arrange marriage, you demanded that Bucky be back in your service. You noticed Bucky was becoming more and more withdrawn from you these past days. When you asked him if he was having any difficulty, he assured you that he was okay.

Yet, you noticed he was acting strange.

On the day you were set to meet Timothy’s parents, Bucky smiled at you faintly. Always on the dot, your trusty bodyguard led you downstairs to the waiting car. You looked at him as he closed the door of the car before starting to merge to the traffic.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, princess?” He asked in his monotonous voice. You met his eyes over the rearview mirror.

“You’ll tell me if something’s wrong, right?” You asked him once again, showing concern over the fact that you felt like he wasn’t himself for days.

It took him a moment to answer you that you thought he would ignore you. Eventually, he flashed you his reassuring smile over the mirror, “Don’t worry, princess. Everything will be okay.”

You only nodded, yet somehow unconvinced before focusing on your phone. You were back to your rightful place, arranging charities and running some of the businesses your father entrusted you to. It was awhile before you looked up, only to be confused when you saw that you were no longer in the city…. No. This was a familiar place. This was the way to that town.

“Bucky?” You called him, your head turning to the other side to make sure that you were going to the direction you never thought you’d return to. Trees were blurring as the car sped up, the absence of the buildings and the vast empty farm land were making you tense. “Bucky, are we lost?”

His jaw clenched, his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he listened to your voice that was turning from confusion to agitation. He hated breaking your trust. But he couldn’t lose her.

“Bucky, please,” you tried again when he made a turn to the town’s church. “What are you doing, Bucky?!”

“I’m sorry, princess,” he atoned. This wasn’t easy for him. But Ari left him with nothing to do but to betray you. “Ari said if he didn’t have you, he’d marry your sister.”

“What?! Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“He said your family owed him a bride, that he’d do everything to destroy your family’s legacy and marry your sister if you married someone else. I’m sorry,” he confessed as he stopped in front of the small church. Your eyes quivered when you looked at the church. It was decorated with your favorite flowers, with your preferred colors. This was like a dream…and your personal nightmare. Bucky opened your door, regret and certainty battling in his eyes. You knew that even if you begged, even if you cried, Bucky wouldn’t take you back.

He loved your sister.

And you knew, when it came to the person who had his heart, Bucky would betray anyone…including you.

You didn’t take his hand, and instead, stepped out of the car with dignity. He looked at you with apologies in his eyes, and you looked at him with dagger in yours. He couldn’t hide the way he winced even if he tried. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that Bucky would be the one to double-cross you, yet here you were. You started walking to the church with Bucky trailing behind you.

And there was your sister, the only person who loved you in your family. There she was, with tears streaming down her face, and beside her was the devious man who loved you just a tad bit too much.

Your sister ran to you, and you hugged her with all your might. Combing her hair as she sobbed on your shoulder, apologizing to you over and over again.

But didn’t she know?

It was okay.

You’d do anything for her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“

“You have nothing to apologize for, silly!” You admonished her with a smile on your face. You cupped both her cheeks to get her to listen to you. “Nothing is your fault, okay? It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“But if it wasn’t for me, you won’t have to do this.”

You looked up over her head to see Ari staring intensely at you, his face void of any emotion. But his eyes held unrestrained heat and something akin to a promise. And looking at him, you knew this would happen eventually. There was no getting out of this, no escaping a man such as him. If he was ruthless in his business, he was even more brutal in love. Your eye contact was hindered by Bucky’s marching form.

Bucky went toe to toe with Ari, his eyes murderous as he looked at Ari’s unemotional one. And without any preamble, he lifted his gun to Ari, the cold barrel of the gun touching Ari’s forehead.

Yet, never once did he flinch.

“Hurt her and the next time you look at the end of the barrel will be your last sight of this world,” Bucky threatened coldly, his voice steady and his eyes cold.

Ari lifted his chin even more, uncaring that his life was being threatened. What for when he was living like a deadman when he let you walked away? He thought he could let you live your life away from him. He thought he could let you marry someone else. He thought he could survive without you. Alas, he was wrong.

You should have known better than to feed a starving wolf and expect it to not to come back again and again and again.

“If I hurt her, you have my permission to end my miserable life.”

And Bucky knew Ari wasn’t bluffing. If he had any ounce of uncertainty in Ari’s love for you, he would never have done this. But his instinct never strayed him in the wrong direction. He was more than sure that this man, this obsessive man, loved you more than anything and anyone in this world.

But who was he to talk when he was planning the same thing with your sister?

Who was he to talk when the mere thought of losing your sister sent him to the very edge of his sanity?

Who was he to talk when he betrayed you just so he wouldn’t lose her?

Bucky certainly did not have the high ground at the moment.

With one last dark look, he marched back to where you and his love was standing. You looked at him with coldness in your eyes, and your sister looked at him with betrayal in hers.

“Take her away from here,” you whispered, not wanting your sister to be present and blame herself for whatever was to happen.

Your sister blinked at you owlishly, her eyes wide as what you said dawned on her. She gripped your forearms, willing you to look at her. “W-what? No! I’m staying with you! I’m not going to leave you with him-“

You looked at Bucky and gestured for him to take your sister away. And he did. With gentle strength, he wrapped his arms around your sister who fought with all her might, calmly taking your distressed sister away from you.

“It’s okay,” you assured her again, squeezing her hand once before letting it go completely. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

You noted, minutes later as you looked at the readied white dress in the room of the church, that this was not a spur of a moment. No, this was planned by Ari. The dress was exactly your size. This was a magnificent dress, you thought, too bad you were being forced to it.

The door opened and when you looked behind you, there was Molly.

You rushed to her, holding her dainty hands in yours, “Molly, you have to help me,” you implored her as she looked at you somberly.

She tapped your hand twice before leading you back inside. She proceeded on fixing your veil, smoothing her hands over the crease on your dress. “Molly, Ari is unhinged. He’s insane-“

“How many people need to suffer before you come back to him?” She asked quietly, handing you the bouquet of flowers you failed to notice in her hand. With great reluctance and confusion, you took hold of the flowers. They were beautiful, yet this situation made you unable to appreciate any of the beauty around you.

“Molly-“

“You’re suffering, too. Stop punishing Ari for something he had no control of. Stop punishing yourself for loving the man. Life is too short, dear. This love is something people look for. You have it. Now, is your pain and what other people have to say greater than your love?”

You paused, you could see now more than ever that she wouldn’t understand. To her, Ari was the hero. You knew she had some valid points, but this whole fiasco was Ari’s idea. She could not and should not separate the fact that Ari was also the villain, that he too was capable of being manipulative.

Molly smiled sadly at you as she covered your despondent face with the veil. “You are the only one that can humanize him, dear. I’m sorry.”

You were too.

Ari was waiting for you at the end of the aisle, beside him was the town’s priest. The church was almost empty, saved for Molly and Pablo, and the little band. The decorations were grand, evident by the fact that Ari spared no expense.

You took one step and the band started playing a harmonious song, the violin and the piano blending well together as they played. You held your head high as you marched slowly, the bouquet of flowers you were holding helped you to hide the fact that you didn’t feel as brave as you were pretending to be. All the while you were walking, Ari never once took his eyes off of you.

And you didn’t, too.

It was bittersweet how you dreamed of marrying him once upon a time. And now it was happening when it shouldn’t happen. The moment you were within reach, Ari offered you his muscular arm. You took it without looking at him.

The whole ceremony was blurred to you. You were only snapped out of it when you heard the priest asked you if you agreed to be Ari’s wife. You heard yourself say ‘I do’ with no emotions at all. Ari held your hand and placed two rings on you, the first one was what was supposed to be an engagement ring. The diamond looked elegant, something that was not too loud. It was beautiful. The second one was a simple white gold band that symbolized your agreement that from now on, you were his wife.

You felt your heart break. This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. You were marrying the man you loved. But it shouldn’t be like this. None of it should be like this.

Ari’s voice was strong as he recited his very own vow, your hand in his as he looked at you. “From now on, everything that I do is solely to make you happy. I promise to be better each day as long as you’re beside me. I promise that you’ll forever have my heart. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to always give you a part of my food. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live.”

Your tears finally fell. You could no longer stopped them as he handed you a simple band, and offered you his ring finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest announced. Ari’s tensed shoulder visibly relaxed, his hold on you softened a little. “You may now kiss the bride.”

With tears in your eyes, Ari lifted you veil. His hand gently cradled your cheek as his lips slowly descended on yours. His kisses were gentle, as if he was asking for forgiveness when you had none to give. Finally, his lips parted from you yet he stayed near you. His forehead touched yours, “Finally, you’re mine Mrs. Levinson.”

Ari was silent as he watched you stew. He knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it in. But still, he found no remorse in what he did. He knew in his very being that you should be with him. Behind all the complications, he knew you and him were meant to be together in this life. Finally, he took a turn to his house in the town. He supposed it was now his and yours. He did like that thought, something that was owned by you and him. You hadn’t looked at him since he tied you to him, never once did you speak to him despite him asking you questions, despite Molly and Pablo congratulating you. You were keeping yourself from him, and he would have none of that.

You watched as he turned to a familiar road. It was where you were the happiest, back when Ari wasn’t like this. You finally turned to look at the man beside you, his strong hands steady on the steering wheel. The band on his ring finger gleaming from the sunlight, something that symbolized the union between the two of you. He turned to look at you, his eyes intense and unapologetic. Ari stopped the car and rounded to open your door, but you beat him to it. You opened the door so hard you wished it slammed in his pretty face, but alas it didn’t. And so you resorted to slamming the door so hard on his expensive car, praying that you at least damaged something in there.

You were huffing as you marched to the front door, whilst Ari took his time on unlocking the door. And once the two of you were inside, it was like your carefully kept facade of calmness shattered.

“Are you hungr-“

“How could you do this?!” You belted, whirling around to face your husband.

“Do you not want to stay here? I figured we’d be happy here. After all, we were happy here…before you started listening to other people,” Ari drawled, his eyes wondering around the house before finally resting on yours. His hand was in his pocket, his stance calm so opposite to what you were feeling.

“You know that’s not what I meant Ari,” you exclaimed, trying to wretch the veil away from you. The only thing it accomplished was to tug on your hair that it hurt. “How could you manipulate the people I love!” You shouted at him, sadness clouding your face. You willed him to understand how fucked-up this all was, how you thought he was beyond redemption. How it saddened you to see him became someone you no longer knew. “How could you do that to Bucky? How could you do that to me?” You whispered the last part, your voice breaking. You could no longer pretend that you had the strength for this. You were drained. You were empty.

Ari sighed before walking closer to you. He calmly and carefully removed the pins securing your veil, taking great caution and patience to avoid hurting you. You looked up to him as he did his task.

“See, everyone else would choose someone else over you. But not me. I’ll always choose you,” Ari stated, his voice calm as if he was discussing the weather and not the devious crime he committed to you.

“This is not how it should be,” you whispered sadly. Today had been too much for you. Nothing could have prepared you to what this day had revealed to you. “And the worst part is that you aren’t even sorry for what you put other people through, for what you put me through.”

Ari walked closer to you. He would admit it if you asked, and it was the truth that he couldn’t stand being apart from you. He wasn’t alive when he left you. He craved you.

He wiped your tears from your eyes lovingly, gently, so gently that it was as though he wasn’t capable of hurting anyone. His voice was low as he confessed, “It was inevitable. We are inevitable. And categorically, I cannot find it in me to regret it.”

You nodded once, before looking up at his soulful eyes. “You will,” you began, tears shimmered your eyes. “You will, one day, when you wake up and realize that I may be here, but you lost me already.”

Ari thought firmly that you would forgive him. He rationalized that you just needed time, that you’d be happy with him again. He excused your despondent actions as something that would fleet one of these days.

But they didn’t.

You were not kidding when you told him honestly that day that he lost you.

Ari tried to do everything. Now that you were beside him, now that he finally tied you to him, he should feel an ounce of peace, right? Except that he didn’t because he knew you were pulling away from him. Or rather, you had already pulled away from him.

He felt like he was living with a ghost of you.

Every night he watched you fall asleep. Every night he traced the frown on your brows, smoothing them as if it could erase your troubles. And only when you were deep in your sleep was he able to gather you in his arms, holding you so tight as if he was terrified he’d wake up one day and see that you were gone.

And come the morning, he’d whispered to you how much he loved you…how much he needed you.

He reckoned that he had to court you again, show you the better parts of him. Because he had finer traits..right? He was more than just the despicable man he was before. So he cooked for you without fail every single day. He found that taking care of you was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. And everyday, the two of you sat down and ate, with him making small talks, and you disregarding him.

And the childish side of him thought that walking around the house half-naked would elicit an emotion in you- any emotion at all because he was losing his mind. He would even take your anger, just not this facade you were presenting. One morning, he returned from his run. He entered the house with sweat dripping from him, sans the shirt and he caught your eyes roaming his body slowly.

Suddenly, Ari felt hopeful. Until you reached his eyes, squinted, rolled your eyes at him, and turned your back on him. That was the most reaction he got from you in weeks. He did that almost everyday that he was sure he caught bronchitis from walking around shirtless even when it was cold. So he stopped.

Ari thought what you would loved coming with him to the charities, after all you had a philanthropic heart. And you did enjoy. All while talking and playing to the children, you were all smiles. He heard you laughed for the first time in a month, and somehow it both softened and broke his heart.

Were you that unhappy with him?

On some days the two of you went to the market. You and him did all domestic things together, yet somehow there was an immeasurable distance between you and him. Jess came in the house to invite you out when news finally reached her that you were back. Yet what she didn’t know was that it was against your will. He watched as you smiled at Jess, as you fondly hugged her. He wished that you would touched him again.

What he did was to nod dotingly when Jess informed you that she would be taking you for a girl time.

You hardly even looked at Ari as you went away.

It was almost midnight. Ari kept looking at the door, then to his laptop, then to the clock hanging on the wall, then to the door again. He was agitated on the surface, but beneath it all was much worse. If it wasn’t for the text that Isaac sent him that the girls were having fun in Jess and Isaac’s house, then he would be frenzied thinking that you left.

But what was puzzling was the fact that never once did you try to leave.

When the clock hit one in the morning, Ari made up his mind. He would go to you. With a renewed strength, he grabbed his keys and drove to where you were. When Isaac opened the door, he sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. He guided Ari to their backyard facing the ocean where the women were, and only one of them were clearly inebriated. Jess only had a couple of glasses, but she enjoyed talking to her best friend.

Ari sighed before walking to where you were sitting, with your head resting on the wooden table. Your eyes were closed when he neared you. He kneeled down and softly touched your arm, letting you know of his presence.

“Darling?” He called for you softly, always so softly. Something he was learned he was capable of when he started loving you. “Let’s go home.”

It only took a couple of seconds before you opened your eyes. He smiled at you tenderly as he brushed your hair away from your face. “There she is,” he whispered.

Yet, you continued staring at him.

“Ari,” you called for him for the first time in a month that it made his heart beat louder. If you knew how much you affected him, would you still hate him?

“Yes, my wife?”

You looked at him with a sadness in your eyes that it broke whatever was left of his heart. “I love you so much,” you confessed slowly. You blinked and a tear fell from your eye, dampening the wood. “I love you so much that it hurts.”

And at that time he thought, ‘how do you grieve something that is still alive? Why does it hurt being loved by you?’

The drive home was quiet. Between the drive and your arrival to home, you had it in you to sober up. You walked without needing his help, you walked with your head held high. You opened the door of the dark house, quietly waiting for Ari to enter and secure the doors. And once he did, you grabbed his neck and kissed him. You kissed him for all the times you couldn’t. You kissed him for all the love you had the had nowhere else to go. You kissed him for all the pain this love had brought you.

And then he kissed you back.

Ari’s hand encircled your waist, his other hand guiding your jaw closer to him. He kissed you so slow, savoring your touch, your warmth… you. And then kisses turned fervently. His hands roamed your back, your hips, your face as if making up for the lost time. Your wandering hands weren’t any better.

Before you knew it, Ari had led you to the bedroom, gently pushing you on the bed with him following closely, never allowing any space between the two of you. Ari hurriedly took off his shirt before taking off yours. He worshipped you that night like a devotee worshipped his god. He kissed all of you in apologies, in love, in pain. And when you finally whispered that you needed him, he drove straight into you.

“I love you too much,” he confessed as he looked into your eyes.

You paused from brushing his hair tenderly, noting that he knew his love was excessive. “I love you too, Ari. But right now, it kills me to look at you.” Because you couldn’t accept the fact that he had it in him to threaten the ones you loved. Because you couldn’t believe that the gentle person you loved could turn out to be so devious. So manipulative. So unapologetic.

And that night as he watched you sleep, as the sun was starting to rise, he knew what he needed to do. He knew he had to acknowledge the glaring truth in front of him.

Love shouldn’t turn someone into this.

Love should be good.

Hours later, you woke up and you knew Ari had gone. You found a letter on the table.

I saw how unhappy I made you. I tried to fool myself and thought that I could turn this around. But perhaps, what you really needed was time and space. A love that is good. Until I can love you the way you deserved to be love, I will give you space. It’s killing me to see what I turned you into. It kills me to know that I extinguished your fire. But darling, please know that all I did was because I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. You came crashing to my life, literally. And that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hope one day you can forgive me. I love you. Always.

You found out through your lawyer that Ari Levinson gave you 99.99% control of his shares. You found out that he bestowed to you the numerous charities he was helping. His message was clear, marrying you wasn’t because of business. No.

You looked for him everywhere at first, but you found that for the first time, you could breathe. He was right. You and him needed space. And time. And understanding. You needed to know that you too made mistakes that hurt him. You didn’t know why you stayed in his house when he literally let you go. But a part of you was waiting for him.

And you waited.

You waited until you no longer feel the burning anger.

You waited until you no longer feel the crushing sadness.

You waited until you no longer feel the painstaking betrayal.

And then you waited some more because almost a year had passed and still, Ari was not back.

One day, the news warned you of the strong thunderstorm that would passed by your town this afternoon. The people came by to warn you and to make sure you had everything you needed, from Isaac coming by to tie down anything that could potentially fly during the thunderstorm, to Molly whom you had forgiven, coming by to bring you food to survive the night. You remembered why you had fallen for this town- it was the people.

Evening was nearing and thankfully, the storm wasn’t as powerful as reported to be but still, the thunderstorm terrified you. You were in the living room watching as the rain fell down angrily, the wind making the trees danced. The power had gone out more than an hour ago. You were staring outside when suddenly, you noticed a car driving near the house.

And then without thinking, you ran outside.

The wind was steadily blowing your hair, the storm still at large. The thunder could be the loudest in the world right now, but you heard nothing but the deafening beat of your heart as you looked at him.

As you looked at the love of your life.

Ari was drenched, and it felt like time hadn’t passed. He still looked the same, but you could see the demons in his eyes were now gone. He looked like he was now at peace. But his face was filled with worry as he looked at you.

Your tears blended with the ceaseless drops of rain on your face. You didn’t know why you stepped closer to him, you didn’t know why you ran to him. For the first time since you discovered who he was, you came to him.

And this time, Ari waited for you to come to him.

Your arms surrounded his thick neck, your face buried on his chest as you cried.

“Why did you drive? It’s dangerous and-and. Oh my God, Ari you drove!” You blabbered as you looked up at him. He hugged you tighter, his face on your neck.

“I did, sweetheart,” he answered warmly.

“But you’re terrified of the rain!”

He smiled as he took you in, as he cherished the feeling of holding you unperturbedly. “My fear changed when I started loving you,” he confessed slowly. When he heard the news, it was already late and the storm was already passing by the town. He was panicked when he couldn’t reach you, when the phone just rang and rang. The thought of you being alone, and terrified, made him brave. It made him grabbed his keys and drove.

He found out that nothing was more terrifying than losing you.

You looked up at him only to find him smiling at you, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Ari, I’m sorry-“

He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. It was my fault. I see it now,” he lowered his forehead on yours. “I miss you. I’m sorry. I love you.”

You sobbed as you listened to him. “I miss you too so much. I love you too so much.”

“Then will you marry me again? This time with our families and friends as witnesses?”

You tipped your toes, grabbed his face and kissed him. “Of course, I will.”

And this time, his and your love was strengthened by all the things you had been through. This time, this love was good.

|End

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biteofcherry · 8 months

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Happy birthday!!!

For the birthday celebration I'd like to ask for OVA with the mafia men - Nesting Steve, Touch The Darkness Steve, Sweet Thrill Ari 😎

Thanks for the wishes and for playing 🥰

whore-kay! We're going under the cut for obvious reasons 😂 unholy filth below, be warned!

Nesting Steve gets the V, because at the end of the day its your sweet pussy that he longs to be inside of the most. You take him so well and you're just so breedable 😏 He loves spending hours fucking your tight cunt, feeling it flutter around him and get so embarrassingly wet from the smallest friction. Sure, he enjoys playing with your other holes, but he loves nothing more than to stretch you on his dick and fill it with his cum. Besides, your mouth or ass tire too easily and he would never hurt you, but your pussy can stand the pounding and then take him the day after, even though it's sore.

Sweet Thrill Ari is a wonderful caretaker of his cute, obedient pet and his care includes a lot of Oral. He gets so turned on when he gets to lick you while he has you plugged, with that bigger plug that has a soft kitty tail. Ari spreads you out, tugs on the tail so you feel the plug moving against your rim, and makes you tremble and cry from how good his mouth feels as he feasts on your drippy pussy. And because good kitties need their milk regularly, Ari makes sure that you get it straight from the source - choking on his dick at least once a day. If you spill a single drop of his cum, you'll licking it off of any surface it landed on.

Of course this bastard got Anal 😂 Touch The Darkness Steve is all about corrupting you and ruining you in most disgusting ways (because that's how you come the hardest, even though you don't want to accept that simple fact yourself). He's got you squirming from his fingers breaching that tightest hole. Got you coming from mere threat of thrusting his big cock in there, not to mention how hard you came when he actually fucked your ass with it. And he completely broke your brain when he lubed the muzzle of the gun and then pushed it in your tight rim...

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evansbby · 2 years

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➳❥ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, noncon to dubcon, dd/lg, daddy!kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, bunny!hybrid!reader, soft!dark Ari, Curtis Everett cameo, slight pet play, use of collars, mention of leashes, oral (male & female receiving), choking, size difference, age difference - reader is in 20s, Ari is early 40s, breeding kink, spanking, mocking, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, Ari babies reader a lot, casual misogyny, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari purchased you weeks ago, but are you finally ready for some big girl fun?

𝐀/𝐍: This is purely self-indulgent. Pretty mature so please do read warnings and avoid if it isn't your cup of tea! Enjoy! (images are from Pinterest and GIF was made by me).

“Do you carry her around like that everywhere?” Curtis asks, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk when he sees you quivering in Ari’s arms. So small-looking, so delicate, your fluffy tail twitching and soft limbs wrapped around your owner’s body like you’re a koala.

“I could put her down but she’d need a leash.” Ari responds, grinning wolfishly before taking a seat on his leather armchair, plopping you down on his knee where you happily curl up into his chest. “She gets lost easily because she loves to explore, don’t you baby?”

He pats your bum and you nod, feeling especially little and shy. Ari had told you that his friend Curtis was coming over – the first visitor since your daddy had bought you. Well, apart from the doctor who’d done your check-up, but that didn’t count. Curtis looks almost as intimidating as Ari had when you’d first met him – all big and bulky with a wolfish grin on his face, and you can’t help but nuzzle into the crook of Ari’s neck, your ears flopping forward to hide your face.

“She’s a shy little girl, isn’t she?” Curtis comments, reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. He can’t help but lick his lips, hoping the envy isn’t too obvious in his eyes. “Must’ve cost you a fortune.”

Ari hums, “She did, but she’s worth it. Completely untouched, aren’t you, baby?” He strokes the fur of your ear, making you shudder. It’s so soft, you’re so soft. And dainty and innocent and babyish – Ari can’t believe how much he lucked out when the breeder called him and told him about you. You’re the cutest little bunny girl he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot, seeing as he gets first pick whenever the breeding company gets new girls.

“Honey, you’re being rude to our guest. Why don’t you say hello?”

You swallow, heart pitter-pattering in your chest but you can’t help but be shy. It had taken you days to warm up to Ari, and Curtis looks super intimidating with his hair all buzzed off and a hungry glint in his eye. But you clear your throat, peaking at him from behind your lashes and willing yourself to be brave and remember what your daddy had taught you about manners.

“Hello, Mr. Curtis.” You say softly, before heat rises to your cheeks and you hide your face in Ari’s neck once more, hands shaking when you hear both older men roar with laughter.

“When I first met her, it took me a good hour to coax her into saying even a single word.” Ari says, cuddling you close. He remembers how small and scared you’d looked, hiding behind your floppy ears as you’d sat quivering in the middle of his bed. “She’s especially shy around men – you know, being a virgin and all.”

You hadn’t even had your first kiss when he’d bought you, and Ari took great pleasure in being your first. He remembered telling you that big girls kiss on the lips, and he’d never forget the entranced look on your face. That heady mix of innocence, fear and curiosity as you’d looked up at him. How your breath had hitched when he’d cupped your jaw, how lax your lips had been against his because you had no idea what to do. And then how you’d hungrily responded, tail twitching as you grew more excited, clambering into his lap to kiss him more.

Now you loved kissies, and Ari loves giving them to you.

Back in the present, Curtis grunts as he eyes you up and down. You look so sweet in your little pink dress that Ari had specifically picked out for you, matching the pink collar around your neck which sports your daddy’s name on a dangling silver charm. Ari knows Curtis is jealous – all he’s got is a wife who bitches and thinks she’s an independent woman. And Ari’s got you – perfectly dependant, docile, submissive little you.

“Baby, why don’t you tell Mr Curtis all the new words daddy taught you.” Ari gently removes your floppy ears from your face, making you sit upright on his lap so that you have nowhere to hide. He’s steadily been training you since the day he bought you, moulding you into his perfect little angel. And you’re such a good student – despite having more air in your head than you do thoughts, your enthusiasm to learn is what gets him the most.

“Uh, okay.” You say slowly, trying to remember the words daddy had taught you. “The first one is – uh – cunt. Right, daddy?” You look up at Ari for reassurance and he nods, giving you a tiny boost of confidence as you continue. “M-Mr. Curtis, daddy taught me baby cunt, and it means this.” And you point between your legs, confused when both men burst out laughing again.

“You’re very clever, sweetheart.” Curtis praises you after he’s done chuckling, and you glow at the compliment. You love it when anyone compliments you – but it’s the best when Ari does it. You remember how strict he’d been when he’d first bought you, laying down all the rules you had to follow, how he was your daddy now, and how you had to obey him because you were now his property.

All bunnies had to have an owner – you knew that. You’d grown up knowing that one day you were going to be bought, but you’d never dreamed your owner would be as handsome as Ari. He was super strict a lot of the time, but he’d explained to you that bunny girls needed owners with a firm hand, or else you’d never be a good girl.

“My daddy also taught me about lollipops,” you continue, Curtis’ praise making you more confident. Tentatively, you point at Ari’s crotch. “Daddy’s lollipop is down there. There’s a grownup word for it but daddy says I’m a baby bunny so I can’t say it.”

There’s something so innocent about your whole explanation and it makes Ari rock hard. He doesn’t care that Curtis is right there, he grabs your hips and grinds his crotch up against you, loving how you yelp confusedly. You’re still a virgin and it’s been so hard having to hold back. That first night with you was the hardest, when you were all weepy and scared but you’d let him cuddle you. He could’ve had you right then and there, could’ve ripped your little dress, pinned you down and had his way with you.

But Ari knows the fruits of his labour will be sweeter than ever if he waits for the right moment.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Wow, sweetheart. Your daddy sure has taught you a lot, hasn’t he?”

You nod before cuddling up into your daddy once more, loving his warmth and how big and strong he is. And he smells so good too, like soap, seawater and cigarettes – it’s like nothing you’ve ever smelled before and so undeniably him.

Ari smirks, fingering the silver charm on your collar, the one which has his name on it. He wishes he could ingrain his name into your very soul, just so your baby brain never forgets who you belong to. He’s considering tattooing his initials on you – maybe right above your little pussy? His friend Lloyd branded his pet kitten the night he got her, but Ari wants to wait with you. The collar would do, for now.

Soon enough, Curtis leaves, grumbling about having to go home to his “bitch of a wife” who “complains a lot.” Ari had told you that Mr Curtis was very sad because of his marriage, and he’d made you sit on the buzzcut-haired man’s lap for a little while, letting him “feel you” (whatever that meant). “You’re making me feel so much better, sweetheart.” Curtis had grunted, squeezing your body close and making you feel all funny before Ari had picked you back up again.

“Mr Curtis not staying for dinner, daddy?” You ask, watching him get into his car and drive away. Ari picks you up, placing you on his hip as your legs naturally wind around his waist. His fingers brush against the fluff of your tail, making you twitch excitedly. Your tail is very sensitive and your daddy knows that.

“No, baby. He has to get home to his wife.”

“Oh.” You mull over this for a bit before looking up at him, “Am I your wife?”

Ari chuckles, “Not yet, honey. Maybe once you have my babies.”

That makes your tail twitch with even more excitement. When the doctor had come over to do a check-up on you a few weeks ago, he’d declared that you were “very fertile.” Ari explained that this meant you were able to have babies, and you wanted nothing more than to have a litter of cute little babies of your very own that you could take care of.

“Want babies so bad, daddy.” You whine softly, humping against him because you just can’t seem to help it sometimes. “Want your babies more than anything.”

“I know you do, bunny baby.” Ari sighs, inhaling your sweet scent before carrying you over to the table. Sitting down, he places you neatly on his lap and picks up his fork to feed both himself and you. You’re still in your daydreams, head lolling to the side and this faraway look in your starry eyes. It makes him smirk – you’re probably still thinking about all the babies you want to have, despite not knowing the first thing about motherhood.

“Eat.” Ari orders you, and you don’t need to be told twice, opening your mouth and allowing him to spoon-feed you. Ari says you’re too little and babyish to eat by yourself, but you like daydreaming while being fed, so you don’t have many complaints. You also remember the early days, when Ari had first bought you. You remember being bad and not listening to him (you were so scared) and as punishment, Ari had made you eat on the floor under the table.

Being on his lap was much nicer.

“Such a good little bunny,” Ari coos, swiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb so you don’t get messy (you’re a messy eater) before planting a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being so good for me, honey. And you were so good with Curtis too, telling him all about the new words I taught you.”

You nod, “Tried really hard to remember, daddy.” Sometimes, it was hard to concentrate when Ari was teaching you. Like when he taught you about your baby cunt, he’d made you sit with your legs spread and touched you down there till you were slippery and there was a wet stain underneath you. You clear your throat, “Are you gonna teach me some more new words?”

Ari continues to kiss you all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, I’m gonna do more than just teach you new words tonight.” Ari says, grinding you down against his clothed boner and loving how small you your body feels against his hardness. “I think you’re ready for big girl playtime, what do you think?”

Your jaw drops open and your tail begins to twitch in pure, unadulterated excitement. You knew that big girl playtime meant sex which meant babies, and the idea of that just sent you into overdrive, hopping up and down excitedly in Ari’s lap. “Yes, daddy, yes! I’m ready!”

Ari cups your cheek, making you calm down and look at him. “You have to promise to do whatever daddy tells you to, alright? Little baby bunnies like you need guidance. I know you can’t really think for yourself but you need to be able to follow orders properly if you want to have big girl playtime with daddy, okay?”

You nuzzle against his hand, pressing lust-charged kisses on his palm and practically enveloping his fingers between your lips – you’re that excited. Ari’s told you about what happens during big girl playtime; in fact, he’s even shown you videos which have made you feel very tingly down there. All you know is that it’s bound to feel good and you want nothing more than your daddy to make you feel good.

Ari carries you into your little girl bedroom. When you’d first arrived at his house, he’d kept you in a cage till you learned how to behave. And he remembers how cute and scared you’d looked, sucking on your thumb and looking at him with those big, puppy-dog eyes, frightened beyond belief yet silently begging to be let out. And how your little bunny ears had perked upwards in excitement when he finally did let you out.

He still remembers how you’d silently ooh-ed and aah-ed when he’d shown you your little girl bedroom. He’d always wanted a baby bunny like you, and in anticipation of your arrival, he’d decorated one of the bedrooms in his house. It was all cute, all pink and white with a princess bed and princess curtains, fluffy toys and a matching fuzzy rug. He loved how your lips had turned into the shape of an ‘o’, excitedly running around your new bedroom (you did love to explore after all).

You’d gone straight for the pile of stuffed animals, picking out a rabbit plushie and holding it out to him. And Ari still remembers that innocent look of wonder on your face, the tiny smile you’d given him. “Bunny, like me!” You’d said cutely and he remembers being so fucking hard in that moment, he just wanted to grab you and fuck the shit out of you right in front of all your new little stuffies in your new princess bedroom.

“You can play in here during the day, but you have to sleep in daddy’s room at night.” He’d told you. And you liked daddy’s room too, with the massive king-sized bed and the dark sheets. It felt like a grown-up room and that was exciting to you. Plus, Ari always let you bring Pinkie (your bunny stuffie) along to sleep with. And it was nice sleeping with daddy, he’d cuddle up to you real close and make you feel all warm.

(Unbeknownst to you, Ari held back all those nights, only ever kissing you or humping against you and letting you hump against him.)

But he wasn’t going to hold back any longer – because you were ready.

“Daddy, aren’t we gonna have big girl playtime in your room?” You ask, eyes wide as saucers. And there’s a part of Ari that just wants to rip that innocence out of you right this second, without wasting any more time. The way you’re staring up at him imploringly, your collar sitting pretty on your little neck and your fluffy tail brushing against his arm like a cotton ball.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to stop questioning daddy, alright?” Ari says, making sure to keep an edge in his tone that has you inhaling sharply and nodding your head. He smirks inwardly, loving how well he’s got you trained, how innocent you are and how much your little heart would break if you ever thought you’d disobeyed him.

He sets you down on your pink satin sheets, and you quickly go to grab Pinkie, who was relaxing on top of your comforter.

“Can Pinkie play with us too, daddy?”

Ari smiles, thinking about all the times he’d look into your room through the video feed (of course, he had cameras in your room). He knows all about how much you love playing with Pinkie, especially when you’re all needy and Ari himself is busy with work. The look of pure want on your face as you tentatively ride Pinkie’s soft pink fur – your baby brain not even registering the camera in your room – is enough to drive him over the edge on multiple occasions.

“Of course, she can play with us.” He replies kindly, scratching the fur behind your ear. And he loves how your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you visibly purr, grabby hands reaching out for him. He knows bunny hybrids are extra needy, bred to be submissive and please their owners once they’ve been tamed. “Now, honey, I want you to unbuckle daddy’s belt.”

Given a direct order, you can’t help but immediately obey. Your dainty hands reach out to fiddle with his belt, tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration while Ari watches you patiently – knowing exactly what the outcome of this will be.

“C-Can’t do it, daddy.” You look up at him after a solid minute-and-a-half of trying, lower lip jutting out into a pout and eyes already welling with tears at the mere possibility that you’ve disappointed him. “Too hard, can’t figure out how…”

“Aww, baby, you can’t figure out how to unbuckle a belt?” He strokes your cheek condescendingly, finger catching a fresh tear that meanders its way down, “I knew your brain was empty, honey, but I didn’t think you were this much of a baby.”

“Not!” You cry, grabbing his belt and attempting to try again, but you just can’t seem to figure out how it works – all that clunky metal, holes and loops! Your daddy only makes you wear pretty dresses that are easy to slip on – and even then, he helps you with the buttons and zips because he says you’re a little bunny baby who can’t possibly do anything by yourself.

But you’re determined to prove him wrong, clumsy hands tugging at his belt and willing it to come off. And Ari just watches your futile efforts, fingers itching to get his phone out and record you. He’d send it to Curtis, make him all jealous because he doesn’t have an air-headed, dumb bunny of his own.

“That’s enough.” Ari raises a hand and you freeze, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Wow, bunny, I didn’t realise you were this stupid.” He quickly undoes his belt in less than a second, loving how your fluffy ears droop in shame. “See? Not that hard, but I guess it is for little bunnies like you.”

“Sorry, daddy, I was trying so hard but I just couldn’t.” Bowing your head in shame, your vision blurs from the tears prickling in your eyes. And Ari loves just how much you strive to please him – he’s trained you so that you’re addicted to pleasing him, that the slight chance of disappointing your owner has you in tears.

“Well, you’re a baby after all, so I don’t know what I expected, really.” Ari mocks, stroking your head softly and smirking when you greedily lean into his touch. “Although, maybe this means you aren’t ready for big girl sex after all.”

Your head whips up, eyes wide as you clutch his arm tightly, “No, ‘m ready! Swear I am!”

He pretends to think, before grabbing your stuffed rabbit from your lap, “What do you think, Pinkie? Is my little bunny baby ready for sex?”

“I AM, I AM!”

He gives your bare thigh a harsh slap and you yelp in pain.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You apologise profusely, heart sinking because you’ve disappointed your daddy. It reminds you of the last time you disappointed him – it was when he’d newly purchased you. The first night, actually, and you’d been so scared that you’d hid under the bed. Ari had dragged you out by the calf, telling you how upset you’d made him, how babies like you weren’t supposed to hide from their owners. You still think about that night sometimes, and the crack of his belt as it made contact with your ass…

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time,” you whisper, and Ari can’t take how cute you look. Lloyd would say that Ari’s not strict enough with you, but how can he be? When you’re so adorable and so needy for him? You’re his little girl after all, his precious baby whom he paid a fortune to own.

“I think you need to show me that you’re ready.” Ari decides, grabbing your tiny hand and pressing it on his hard crotch, making you gasp and your ears flutter in anticipation and excitement. “I trust that, at the very least, you know how to undo the zipper? Or does daddy have to help you with that too?”

You shake your head quickly, unzipping his jeans and your fingers brush against his hardness. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, because how is daddy so hard down there?

“Take my cock out, princess.”

“C-Cock?” You repeat dumbly.

“My lollipop, baby.” His voice is gruff and lowers a few octaves, sending shivers up your spine. But you lick your lips anyways. You’ve seen daddy’s lollipop – his cock – once before. It was when you were playing with your stuffies and daddy was sitting in the corner and watching. He’d kept grunting and groaning and when you asked what was wrong, he’d told you to just continue playing.

Excitement making your tail twitch like crazy, you reach in and wrap your fingers around what feels like a hard rod wrapped in velvet. Oh, he’s so thick! Like a soda can, the tips of your fingers nowhere close to meeting around him. You can feel everything, how hot he is, his veins and the way he seems to be throbbing in your hand.

“So heavy, daddy.” You breathe, entranced by how angry and red his dick looks. That was meant to go inside your baby cunt? How would it ever fit?

Ari flips up the skirt of your dress, exposing your little white panties with the pink hearts on them. He couldn’t wait to take you lingerie shopping one day (he’d carry you around the entire time since you’re a baby and you’d probably get lost in the mall). He hasn’t taken you out of the house yet, but he hopes he’ll be able to sometime in the future – Lloyd wants to schedule a playdate with you and his kitten.

Taking just his pointer finger, he swipes down on your panty-covered folds, loving how sticky you feel and the way you clutch his arm.

“Aw, honey, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”

With a growl, he rips your flimsy panties in half, gripping you by the thighs and pulling you onto his lap. He makes you straddle him, with one leg on either side of him while you gaze at him in curiosity. Your little pussy is now nestled against his cock, and in just one quick movement, he could pierce it inside of you and you’d no longer be a virgin.

“I want you to feel daddy’s cock,” Ari tells you quietly, gliding himself against your slick folds. And you quiver, because you’ve never been this wet before, your slick running down your thighs and dripping down onto your princess sheets. He grabs his dick, running it up and down your slit, making you want to clamp your thighs shut to create more friction. “And I’m going to teach you another new word, so you better listen, too.”

How could you do two things at once? Ari knows you’re dumb and not the best multi-tasker, but he reckons it’ll be fun to watch you fail. Maybe you’d shed some more of those delicious tears, your hands are already shaking after all. His cock stands erect between the two of you, with his huge hand at the base of it, guiding it up and down your folds. And he loves watching your eyes – there’s not a single thought behind them – mesmerised as you follow his movement. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

“Daddy, feels like I gotta pee.” It’s your way of telling him you’re about to cum. He knows you’ve made yourself cum countless times – either humping on your stuffies or even on his leg (you think he doesn’t notice you doing it).

“Already, baby? But we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Sorry, I gotta!” You start humping against his hard cock, scrambling to create more friction as if you’re a little bunny in heat. From observing you for the past two weeks, Ari already knows that you’re selfish when it comes to orgasming, chasing your own release and forgetting about everything else. But, like all bunny babies, you’ll have to learn.

SMACK.

The blow to your ass is a hard one. He’s spanked you playfully before and this is definitely not a playful spank. This is a punishment spank, and it pulls you out of your lust-filled reverie enough to look up at him pleadingly, lips forming a pout and hips slowing down and his dick, covered in your slick, resting on your tummy.

“Hold it.” Ari says simply, “Good bunny babies have to learn self-control.”

“S-Self-control?” You repeat, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, honey. I’m not one of your little stuffed animals that you can rub your baby cunt against whenever you feel like it. Until I give you permission to cum, you need to sit still while you feel daddy’s lollipop and listen while I teach you your new word of the evening.”

That doesn’t sound fair at all to you, but you want to please your daddy so you try to be a big girl and ignore the incessant throbbing you down there. Your daddy grabs his dick again, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Now this, baby bunny, this is your princess button.” Ari explains, rubbing his tip against your swollen and engorged clit till you’re panting and practically leaking down his thigh.

“It’s throbbin’, daddy.” You murmur softly, wanting to scream when he circles his tip around your clit, but you clamp your lips shut and convulse instead. This self-control stuff was hard, alright.

“Of course your little princess button’s throbbing. Slutty baby bunnies like you are always horny for daddy’s dick.”

Ari spits, his saliva landing on your pelvis (exactly where he wants to tattoo his initials on you) before trickling down to pool around your clit, mixing with your juices and making you even wetter while he leisurely strokes his dick against your folds. His tip keeps catching against your princess button, making you pant and moan his name softly, wanting to cum so badly.

“Tell me you’re a slutty baby bunny.”

“’m a slutty baby bunny, daddy – ah!” You gasp when his tip glides down and pokes against your tiny hole, pressing into it for one teasing second that makes your heart lurch, before gliding his cock back up your folds again. And it’s crazy, your little hole wants to swallow him up completely, but at the same time his tip could barely breach inside it – how would it ever fit?

Slowly, almost lovingly, Ari lays you down on your princess bed. “Arms up, bunny.” He murmurs before slipping your dress off you.

You always need help with changing because your daddy told you that getting dressed and undressed can become confusing for little bunnies like you. “Wouldn’t wanna get your little ears tangled in your dress, would you?” He’d tease, and you’d shake your head, scared of the possibility of that happening – especially on an occasion where your daddy wasn’t there to help you out of it.

Now, you’re naked and quivering underneath him – his perfect little sexy bunny. Ari can’t believe he’s about to pop your cherry. Half a million dollars for your perfectly tight little pussy – and feeling your soft little body against him, he knows you’re worth ever penny.

He slips his own shirt off, smirking when your eyes widen. You can’t help but reach up to touch his hairy abs. Your daddy is so big and strong and muscular, with hard abs and a generous smattering of hair covering his chest and trailing down his stomach. Once, he’d made you sit on his abs and grind back and forth (practice for big girl sex, he’d told you) and you’d made such a huge wet mess all over him, his body hair providing delicious friction against your cunt.

“Like what you see, dumb bunny?” Ari climbs over you, raining your face in kisses that make you both squirm and giggle.

His hungry gaze zeros in on your breasts, heaving with each laboured breath you take. He leans down, grabbing them in his big hands and squeezing so hard you yelp. God, you’re so fucking soft, so tender and sensitive to his rough touch. His mouth encloses around your nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peaks till you’re mewling, your hands settling in his hair.

“Daddy! Feels funny when you do that!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Makes me tingle all over.”

And Ari knows he can be selfish tonight – turn you over and fuck that tiny virgin bunny-hole with no care for your well-being. Because he’s paid for you, paid for this night and all the nights that’ll follow this one. But you’re so fucking sweet, pouting up at him and still absentmindedly humping up against him like a bunny in heat. So fucking cute.

Which is how he ends up flat on his back on the bed, manoeuvring your clumsy little body on top of him till you’re sitting on his face, facing his crotch. He pushes your back till your face is level with his hard dick in a relaxed 69. And good God, your pussy smells so sweet, your slick folds getting his face and beard all wet, and–

“Your beard’s itchy, daddy! Ow!” You whine and receive a firm slap to your ass in response.

“Daddy’s doing you a favour, you dumb slutty bunny.” Ari says, voice slightly muffled as he holds your hips in place. “And I want you to shut the fuck up and suck on daddy’s lollipop while I eat your baby cunt, you got that?”

“O-Okay, dada– OH FUCK!”

Ari realises he’s never heard you swear before – he wonders where you picked that up from – and makes a mental note to tell you later how you’re not allowed to use grown-up words like that. But for now? He’s enjoying your moans and cries while he gives your princess button a hearty suck.

“Dumb little baby, so stupid and needy that daddy has to eat you out.” His beard is rough as it chafes your tender folds, the friction making you cry louder and grind up against him. His tongue pokes out, rigid as he tongue-fucks your little fuckholes – how are you so tiny that his tongue barely fits in your hole? He licks a stripe up your slit, lips once more enveloping your clit, making out with your poor button that’s slowly growing more and more sensitive.

“Daddy – ah! – don’t stop!”

Ari grabs your furry tail, giving it a yank that has you howling in pain, inadvertently grinding your hips down on his face. His tongue pokes at your clit, circling it and licking it – torturing it – while you moan: “Daddy – m-m-my princess button, ugh, too much!”

“First, it’s ‘don’t stop’ and then it’s ‘too much.’” Ari gives your ass three slaps in quick succession, “You’re such a fucking airhead little baby bunny, you don’t even know what you want, do you?”

“Nooo, daddy, just wanna feel good!” You cry, earning another few spanks.

He reaches down to grab your head, pushing it down into his dick, rubbing your face into his veiny girth. Smearing all his precum over your face and your pretty lips till he feels them open up, mouthing at his length, tongue slobbering cluelessly because of course you’ve never sucked a dick before.

“Suck daddy’s lollipop, honey.” He orders you, not having the patience to walk you through it because your soft lips against his dick feels like heaven right now and all he wants to do is shove himself inside you. Any hole.

“Don’t know how, daddy – ah!” Another spank, and you get to work, suckling on his angry red tip as though it’s a popsicle, your moans vibrating around his length as he continues to eat you out.

He brings his hand that was guiding your head back up, spreading your pussy lips open wider for himself before diving in like you’re a fucking three course meal. He opens his mouth wide, sucking your entire cunt into his mouth, suctioning your sweet cream as you convulse around him, limbs flailing because you’ve never felt anything like this ever before.

And that’s when you start humping his face in earnest.

“Oooh, daddy! Feels so, feels so–”

You’re cut off when he grabs his dick, slapping you across the face with it for no particular reason except he can. And you whine, you cry, you moan, but eventually his hand guides your face to his balls, and you take one into your mouth, sucking on it and making him groan straight into your pussy.

“That’s right baby, ride your daddy’s fucking face,” Ari murmurs lowly, grabbing your fluffy tail once more and loving how your whole body twitches at the sensitivity. He smacks your ass, making you hump his face even harder, loving how his strong nose feels against your clit. “Fuck, bunny. Rub your little baby cunt on daddy’s face, use your daddy like the horny little bitch in heat you are, fuck!”

His balls pop out of your mouth and you can see the strings of your drool through your blurry vision. You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure – it doesn’t feel even a fraction this good when you’re playing with your stuffies. In your lust-filled haze, you glance at Pinkie – she’s never made you feel as good in your princess parts as your daddy is.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You cry, clutching his muscular thighs, your nails leaving scarlet trails on his skin but your daddy is so big and strong that you’re sure he won’t mind or even notice.

He’s torturing your clit, sucking on it and grazing his teeth against it, smacking your ass over and over again. His fingers itch to gather your wetness and fill up your tiny baby ass, but he refrains. That can wait. Instead, he pushes his digits upwards into your little pussy, loving how you gasp at the alien feeling of having something go up you – specially something as thick as your daddy’s two fingers.

He works them inside you, in and out till he’s scissored you open and flexing his knuckles, curving upwards and making you pant in pleasure and a bit of pain. God, daddy’s fingers are so big – his lollipop’s even bigger. How, how, how will it fit? But you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when his fingers increase their pace, not when he grabs your hips with his other hand and starts moving you faster on his face, not when his teeth clamp down on your clit, biting your puffy button till you scream his name –

“Arghh, daddy, oh my!” You squirt all over his face violently, sweet cream spurting out of your fuckholes and onto his face, catching onto your daddy’s waiting tongue and he laps it all up as if he hasn’t eaten in days. And your legs feel like jelly, flailing then tensing then finally going numb, toes curling as you continue to hump his face, riding out your orgasm – the most intense one you’ve ever had.

You think playtime’s over after that, and you reach over to grab Pinkie so your daddy can take your nap. Except this thought is cruelly ripped from your mind when Ari picks you up like a rag doll, throwing you flat on your back and climbing on top of you. Roughly, he kisses you, and is that your own slick you taste on his lips?

“Tired, daddy.” You say softly against his lips before remembering your manners. “Thank you for the big girl playtime, it was so much fun!”

Ari doesn’t know whether to laugh or marvel at your stupidity, at your sheer innocence at thinking the two of you were done for the night. He scoffs, slapping you not-so-lightly on the cheek to wake you up because your eyes keep fluttering shut.

“Oh honey, you didn’t think we were finished, did you?” He kisses you sloppily again, nudging his hard dick against your folds and making your eyes pop open in alarm. He knows you’re sensitive down there, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. “Did you think we were gonna make babies just from you riding my face? Are you seriously that stupid, bunny baby?”

Your heart stings, you’re feeling sensitive after your orgasm but you know you have to listen to your daddy because he’s your owner and he’s in charge of everything and you’re his little bunny baby girl. So you pout, half curious and half scared, “Not stupid! J-Just thought that was enough for the night.”

Ari smirks – his shy baby girl gets a bit sassy in her post-orgasmic daze, doesn’t she? Well, he doesn’t give a fuck, grabbing his dick and lining it up against your sticky folds.

“Well, baby. This is it. Time to be a big girl.”

In one fluid motion, he sheathes his cock inside you. Or rather, stuffs it inside you because your little pussy tries to resist. But Ari’s determined, forcing his way inside while you yelp and cry and clutch at his shoulders. And your fucking tears – God, he’s addicted to your tears, tongue lapping them up from your cheeks while you push futilely on his chest.

“Hurts, daddy!” You mewl softly, feeling like you’re breaking in half from the inside out. Feels like a gigantic metal rod is piercing its way through you, filling you up completely. “M-Make it hurt less, daddy! Can’t take it, too full, too full!”

“My little baby,” Ari coos, holding you close as if he hasn’t just forced his huge cock inside your virgin cunt. You look so small, so scared, so cute – your ears flopping like crazy from all the foreign sensations, and he can’t help but baby you. “You’re my brave little girl, look how well you took daddy’s dick. Look, baby.”

Grabbing your chin roughly, he tugs your face downward, loving how your eyes widen at the sight of where the two of you meet. His fat, meaty dick driving into your pussy – he’s only halfway in but he’s so huge that you don’t know how the rest of it will fit. Your mouth drops open and you swallow hard.

“W-Wow.” You can’t help but marvel despite the pain you’re in, and Ari grins wolfishly, reaching up to pull your cheek in a condescending manner. You gulp, “Am I a big girl now, daddy?”

“Maybe. Depends on how well you take my dick.” And with that, Ari snaps his hips forward, pushing all the way inside of you and you scream all over again, tight walls convulsing and tightening around him, snug like a fucking glove and Ari’s sure this is what heaven feels like.

“Too big, daddy! My baby cunt’s too little!” You cry, wondering why you thought big girl sex was a good idea. But despite all the pain, there’s this hunger inside of you, fired by the feeling of being stuffed so full, wanting him to move.

“It is too little,” Ari agrees, “That doesn’t mean I can’t do whatever I want with it.”

And he pulls out, chest rumbling at his dick covered in a mix of your cream and virgin blood. You’re looking at the same thing he is, mouth gaping open as you begin to shake. “B-Blood, daddy!”

“Yes, honey. You’re stupid so you don’t know this, but blood means you’re daddy’s big girl now.” Ari says, loving how wide and shiny your eyes get before he pistons his hips and shoves back into you. “Now lie still, dumb bunny, and let daddy have his fun.”

Ari hitches your leg over his shoulder, grunting because this angle allows him to go deeper. And then he just goes to town, fucking into you like you’re just a doll. Like you’re just a little bunny girl who’s bred to be used and abused – like you are. And the way you’re soft and breathy voice goes “ah, ah, ah!” as he fucks you hard, your little princess bed all rickety and banging against the wall.

“Fuck! Look at the way your baby cunt’s just swallowing my daddy dick,” Ari groans, loving how your nails scrape against his chest. He trails sloppy kisses up your calf, pushing your leg up higher so he has better access to your sopping, ruined pussy. “Mm, can you feel me, bunny? Feel me up in your guts?”

“Soooo deep, daddy!” You moan, feeling dull sparks of pleasure in your belly, but the pain is still so overwhelming because he’s so big. And you’re still crying, but Ari can see that you’re trying to be brave. What a cutie. He can’t help but grab your little stuffie, throwing Pinkie at you and watching your dumbed out eyes widen in recognition.

“Cuddle your little toy, baby. Maybe it’ll make it hurt less.” Ari mocks, laughing cruelly before growing distracted by how fucking tight and vice-like your velvety walls feel, hugging his cock for all it’s worth.

You hug Pinkie to your chest, biting down on her furry ear while your own ears twitch uncontrollably Everything feels so raw, so hard, so overwhelming – and you feel your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. That is, until you feel Ari’s warm hand pressing down on your tummy.

“Look, bunny. Daddy’s lollipop inside you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, because you’ve never seen anything like this before. The outline of his dick as it protrudes beneath the skin of your lower tummy. God, your daddy’s so huge, the way he’s ripped you apart and how he’s literally in your womb right now – you can’t believe it.

“Ah, oh… oh my! Daddy, how did you– Is this normal?”

Ari ignores your babyish concerns, the shape of his dick in your stomach egging him on and making him fuck you even harder. He throws your other leg over his shoulder and now he’s well and truly gone into jackhammer mode, hammering you into the bed with each unforgiving thrust, his hips a complete blur as he fucks you inside-out and you clutch little Pinkie against your chest.

“My dumb bunny baby, gonna make you a mommy,” Ari says through gritted teeth, reaching out to stuff his fingers into your mouth, loving how you wail around his digits and choke on your spit as it begins to pool inside your mouth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Stupid bunny wants to have daddy’s babies, don’t you?”

At the mention of babies, you nod your head ferociously, eyes watering because his fingers are halfway down your throat, and he’s clutching the side of your face roughly, and you make choked and gargled sounds around him. “Bafies!” You babble, and it sounds like gibberish but you want daddy’s babies so bad, and you begin to hump upwards, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’d look so hot, walking around this house all knocked up. And guess what princess? I won’t just knock you up once. No baby, you’re gonna give me a whole fuckin’ family, aren’t you? My baby, so little and cute, wanting babies of her own. Fuck!”

He removes his fingers from your mouth and you gasp, like a fish out of water and that’s when he kisses you, rendering you breathless once more. But you still kiss him back – that’s how devoted you are, Pinkie falling from your hands as your arms wind up around his neck, needing the intimacy more than you need to breathe.

But Ari rips away from you all too quickly, pulling his dick out and leaving you feeling so gapingly empty, flipping you over and dragging your hips up. You cry out when his palm collides with your ass, the cracking sound resonating across the room along with your mewls.

“This is how slutty little bunnies are meant to be fucked,” Ari whispers, pushing your face into the pillow and shoving his dick back into you, his hands holding your hips in a crushing grip. “On your hands and knees like the little breeding bitch you are.”

Your little feelings would’ve been hurt by his words if you weren’t so distracted with his cock tearing you open once more. And now you feel pleasure in earnest – there’s something so hot about the callous and rough way he’s handling you. Like you’re nothing more than his doll, his pet. Someone he can hold down and take his pleasure from.

“God, I love your little baby ass.” Ari comments, slapping and squeezing your bum till it hurts and you howl in pain, fisting the sheets as your moans of “daddy, daddy, daddy” become more and more incoherent. “One day, daddy’s gonna fill up your ass too, princess. Maybe later tonight, if I’m in the mood.”

You’re too dumbed out to recognise the implication of his words, humping backwards into him and meeting each of his thrusts, imagining being pregnant and thinking about how much he’d dote on you.

“There’s absolutely nothing going on in your head right now, is there, bunny?” Ari tugs on your tail cruelly, making you gasp in pain.

“Babies, daddy! Wan’ your babies!”

“Oh yeah? Gotta take daddy’s cream first, don’t you?”

Your pleasure is building up, like every time he fucks into you, he hits a special spot inside of you that makes you go feral. Makes you claw at the bedsheets because you can’t claw at him, makes you bite down on your lip till you bleed, wanting kissies so badly but he’s pushing your head into the pillow. Sparks building up inside of you, like this tidal wave gaining traction, getting bigger and bigger, and, and, and–

“OH, DADDY! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

You yell out in complete abandon, walls constricting deliciously around him, pulsing like crazy as you release what feels like a gallon of your slick. Squirting around him, feeling like it’ll never stop pouring out of you like a fountain as you clutch the pillow, wishing you could clutch your daddy’s hand instead. It’s taken everything out of you, this orgasm, rendered you completely helpless and limbs jelly-like, till you’re lying there twitching and whimpering, chanting “daddy,” over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Cum for daddy,” Ari talks you through it, his thrusts speeding up but growing sloppier as he rides you through your orgasm, gripping your bunny ears and tugging at them meanly to jerk your head upwards, “Squeeze my fucking dick, dumb bunny.”

As if on cue, your walls flutter around him, and Ari’s dick twitches before he’s spurting his hot load inside of you. Coating your walls in his searing cum, and there’s so much of it. You feel so full, like he’s pumped you to the very brim he’s still thrusting into you, as if fucking his cum back inside you before it leaks out.

“Take daddy’s load like a good little bunny,” Ari coaxes you, smoothening down your ears and pressing a kiss on your head before slumping down on top of you, his muscular arms wrapping around you and his dick still lodged inside you, plugging his seed within your baby cunt.

You lie there in silence, breathing hard for a few minutes before Ari starts kissing you. Just raining kisses everywhere on your body, telling you what a good little bunny you are, how you took your daddy so good. And you feel so weak, so spent, so sensitive, but you smile through it all because you made daddy proud.

“You’re my best baby, you know that?” Ari coos, hugging you close to his chest and his dick is still inside you. He goes from cruel to loving in a heartbeat, but you’re too dumb to ever question him. “God, honey. Daddy loves you so much.”

Your heart glows, “And I love you too, daddy. More than anything in the world.” And you mean it, looking up at him cutely, face covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes red and lashes wet with tears. You’re a mess, but a beautiful one. Ari covers your face in even more kisses, till you’re giggling and cuddling against him sleepily, with only one more question on your mind.

“Am I gonna get pregnant now, daddy?”

Ari smirks, his dick hardening inside you again. “You probably are, baby bunny. But just to make sure, why don’t we try again?”

You’re tired, but you’d do anything to please your daddy, and anything to feel that intense pleasure again.

“Okay, daddy! Whatever you say.”

THE END! What do you guys think? I know it was an abrupt ending but as usual, I got carried away and it was getting too long so I had to end it! But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do let me know what you think! I will love you forever!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

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✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

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*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.

Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ari’s thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.

Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ari’s heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth.

‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ‘’Such a good pup.”

You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ari’s chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips.

‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack. ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?”

A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls.

‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``

Ari’s threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari.

‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”

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foxgloveprincess · 2 months

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Pairing: DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Word Count: 4,037

Summary: Outside your doors, things threaten the peace in your attic. Ari might need your help, but can he trust you?

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Warnings: Dark/Soft Dark, Dubious Consent, previous Kidnapping, Attic Wife Trope, Unreliable Narrator, Anxiety, Kissing, Smut (Groping, Dry Humping/Grinding, Finger Sucking, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected Sex, mild Anal Play), Slapping (just one), Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Modern AU, Age Gap (Ari is in his 40s, Reader is in her mid-20s), Dad’s Best Friend, mentions of Strained Father/Daughter Relationship, Minor Character Death, Yandere Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Crying, Pet Names (li’l dip, baby, li’l bear, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Ari is my very favorite in this AU. He’s just so frickin’ soft and tender for his li’l dip. What I wouldn’t give to be locked in his attic. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

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He stops locking the door. The first time you notice, you don’t quite pinpoint the reason why you’re unsettled. An absence simply needles at the back of your mind until Ari visits you again.

But it keeps happening. The door knob turning under your hand each time Ari leaves. Temptation itches at you. To follow your captor out of your room. To wait for the right moment to sneak out the door. To escape.

Yet you don’t. The mere thought of it sparks a panic that skitters up your spine and freezes you in place. What if it’s all a trap? What if he’s toying with you? What would he do if you were caught trying to run?

It’s like he knows. The spirals of your mind keeping you more trapped in your room than any physical lock.

“Where’s my li’l dip?” he asks, with a giant smile cracking his lips.

You glance over your shoulder at his entrance. The door to the attic left open—wide open—right behind him. You stare at it a beat too long. Temptation a sharp prick that fades quickly. You turn back, bury yourself in your blankets, and tuck those thoughts away.

Ari’s big, burly arms wrap around your waist and pull you from your cocoon. The solid wall of his chest presses to your back. He nuzzles against your neck and presses a kiss to your pulse point. You wriggle and he chuckles deep in his throat.

“Oh, baby bear,” he coos. His hot breath brushes against your skin. “Don’t be like that. You know Daddy just wants some loving.” One hand releases you so he can trace his fingers across your cheek. “After all he’s done for you this week.”

Images of his head between your thighs as you woke the past few days, the soreness that lingers at your core, the way your breath hitches at just the thought. Your eyes flutter shut and you try to hide from the embarrassment of it all.

“No,” he says, letting his fingers wrap around your neck and tip your head back. He plants a kiss on your cheek and your jaw. “Want you right here with me.” His arm tightens around you and presses you infinitesimally closer. “We gotta talk, baby.”

Your thoughts pause. His statement so incongruous to his actions. His wanting hands and intimate proximity do not signify a desire to simply talk.

“About what?” you ask, trepidation turning your stomach. A thousand possibilities fly through your head.

Ari sighs and tugs gently at your shoulder. He waits for you to turn over, face to face, before beginning.

“I know we’ve been so happy together. That this has been the best thing we’ve ever had happen to us.” He smiles and the wave of affection and sincerity buffets you—somehow still unused to it.

At his patient and silent prompting, you nod while keeping eye contact. Knowing it’s a placation—and wondering whether you can say it’s just that.

“It hasn’t been easy,” Ari says, tipping his forehead to rest against yours. “There have been obstacles for us.”

“Obstacles?”

A muscle in Ari’s jaw ticks. His nostrils flare on a deep breath. He collects himself a minute before saying, “your father took our decision rather harder than expected.”

A confused, “what?” croaks out of your throat before you can stop it.

“You know how he is,” Ari says, slotting a thick thigh between yours. “Everyone has to play the part, the perfect family.” Fingers grab at the back of your pajama shorts, sinking into your plush flesh. “You never quite fit his standards, did you?”

You blink at the tears that form on your waterline. But they drip down your cheeks anyway. Sniffing does nothing to stop them.

“Hey, li’l love,” Ari coos in the softest voice, wiping at the stream of tears. “You know you’ve always been perfect for me.” Kisses land on your cheeks. The tickle of Ari’s beard so familiar now. The comfort he offers more tempting than an open door would ever be.

He pauses a moment to wrap a blanket tighter around your shoulders and over your legs, his body a furnace. You bask in the warmth and sleep tugs at your eyelids.

Ari leans back and tilts your chin up. “Stay with me, baby. There’s more,” he admits with a regret-filled click of his teeth.

You blink away the sleep. Your eye catches the patches of grey at his temples and in his beard. Using them to pull yourself back into focus. You take a deep breath and swallow a yawn.

“He went to the cops once he got back from vacation.” Ari sighs again, his brows tilted with sympathy. “They’ve been trying to poke their nose into things. I have a lawyer friend who’s been helping me out, but I still think they suspect I did something untoward with you.”

A faint, “oh,” breezes past your lips. You’re not sure what to think. Obviously, there are some skews in Ari’s perspective. Probably some in yours, too.

“I can admit I’m nervous,” Ari confesses with a duck of his chin. “What if they want to take you away from me?” He shifts on the bed, his thigh grinding against your sex through your pajamas. Your belly flutters with the friction. “The thought of you all alone. It drives me crazy. I can’t let that happen to you, not to my sweet baby.”

“If my dad wants to find me—”

Ari cuts you off with a kiss, hands cradling your cheeks. You gasp again his lips and clutch at the front of his shirt. You melt into it, the softness and gentleness. Intoxicating. When he pulls away, his forehead finds yours again.

“He suffered a heart attack about a week ago. He didn’t make it,” your captor whispers, sympathy lacing his voice like poison. “Candace moved to Majorca. There’s no one left for you, but they still want to take you away.”

Speech eludes you. Your dad died. Why can’t you figure out how to feel about it? So ambivalent to him being gone. Grief the furthest thing from your mind. Because it’s not like you can deny it. No other family above ground. An old job as a pawn for a giant corporation leaving you faceless in a crowd. You really would be alone.

“You need me, don’t you, baby bear?”

You think a moment, gazing into Ari’s blue eyes. He waits for you, neither prodding nor rushing. Peering into your very soul, searching for honesty.

When you part your lips to speak, you’re unsure what will come out. A dull part of you wants to claw out of his embrace and scream at him. Storm out the door and disappear into the surrounding forest until you find the nearest road. The other wants to agree and burrow into the safety of his chest. Find comfort in his steady heartbeat, sink and never resurface.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Ari’s eyes sparkle. He’s so gorgeous when he looks at you like you hang the moon and stars, you can’t help but swoon. Perhaps it’s true. You hadn’t been joking with Arielle those few months ago—you really did need this, want this, crave this. So easy your acceptance has been.

Your throat dries, swallowing down the realization like shards of glass. Tears prick at your eyes once more. To hide from them, you tuck your head into the crook of Ari’s neck.

He wraps you in his arms and strokes your back along your spine. His lips croon sweet nothings in your ear, whispers of admiration that just make you feel worse. Your head shakes, smushed as it is against him.

“Does my sweet girl not feel praiseworthy?”

Your head continues to shake and he hums.

“Guess I’ll have to show you,” he says as if it doesn’t make him pleased as punch to have the opportunity.

It starts with a slow grind and a heavy sigh. He rocks your hips, pinning you against his thighs with much more intention and intensity. A spark skitters up your spine, a whimper accompanying it up your throat.

Your mind quiets to this moment. The way your captor is about to make you feel. Your eyes meet. Hunger exchanged between your gazes. His strong and bold, yours just as ravenous but tinged by hesitation.

“Let Daddy take care of you,” he whispers with a quirk of his brow. He waits only for you to blink before devouring any other response in a passionate kiss.

His tongue licks its way into your mouth, tangling with yours. Searching for the delicious sounds you produce with every sultry slide of your cunt. Still slow, controlled, but with that anticipatory promise of wild need.

Your nails sink into his chest, catching on his chest hair and scratching along his pecs. He grunts and jerks his hips forward, his cock a hard press against you. Ready to bury into you like a sword finding its sheathe. Yet his restraint keeps every motion steady.

The smell of his sweat fills your nose, mingling with his cologne. You inhale deeply. Addicted to the scent. Wishing to drown yourself in it. Ignore to whom it belongs. To imagine a world where the man feeling your slick soaking through your thin layers didn’t drug and kidnap you. That he didn’t catfish you and pose as a friend. A world where you met and fell in love like normal people. Even a world where he offered to lock you away and you agreed.

Ari hisses as your teeth catch his tongue. But he doesn’t linger, trailing his kisses down your cheek to your throat.

“What’s wrong, li’l dip?”

“Nothing,” you warble, hoping he thinks your pleasure affects your voice, not a deep cavern of dismay.

He looks up and meets your watery eyes. You try to look away, but he enthralls you with the piercing certainty of his gaze and you can’t. For a long moment, he just stares, reading every thought running through your head.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, after a moment. “I understand.” His hands cup your cheeks and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his hips beginning to rock harder against your own.

Your lips part. Ari’s thumb traces your skin and sinks between your parted flesh. Your tongue licks at the pad of his finger and you begin to suck. Soothing yourself with his digit. His other hand moves between you, groping your breast and kneading them one at a time.

“I love you,” he says, your name a reverent punctuation to his declaration. “I love you more than anything.”

You blink, but can’t respond with his thumb in your mouth. And he doesn’t move it away, not requiring one. Part of you wonders if he realizes that this isn’t real—not love. The other wonders if it is, if you could accept it. The answer blindsides you, plowing to the forefront of your mind and leaving you stunned.

His hips buck, a vigorous motion jostling you in the blankets. A moan spills from his lips and the last thread of his control frays, reveals a taste of the full extent of his appetite.

He strips his shirt from his body, a quick motion to replace his thumb between your lips as quickly as possible. With the one hand left, he pushes his shorts and boxer briefs from his legs.

Hot and hard, his cock slots against your sex. He slides it between your legs and grunts. Friction eased by the arousal coating your thighs and dripping from the head of his cock. His free hand shoves your clothes out of the way. Seeking a clear path to your dripping entrance. Fabric bunching around your knees.

The head of his cock taps at your clit. Your hips jerk and he finds your entrance, just that press and prod enough to send you reeling. Your fingers grab at him, needy. Your brain foggy with lust, you glance down to see him plunging into you. Slow and sure.

“Fuck,” you whimper around his thumb.

He seats himself fully inside you. A breath rushes across your lips. Ari rolls his hips. You buck to meet him, skin sticking to the blankets beneath you, already worked up with so little provocation.

“You fit me so perfectly,” Ari praises.

You nod, bobbing your head without pause. Agreeing still as he starts to pull out and thrust back in. His spit slick thumb retreats from your mouth, trailing down your torso and between you to play with the throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. A satisfied hum vibrates out of your throat, though your lips seal shut to keep it at bay. Ari projects his sounds of pleasure, filling the room as he ruts against you on your bed.

It’s a lazy dance that chases the high between you. Ari’s thrusts controlled, precise. Your own answering movements are less so, too focused on the feelings drowning out your thoughts. You need them.

Ari keeps your eyes locked. Sometimes you think he can’t cum without that contact. Even when he’s taken you from behind. He needs to see your eyes. Needs to see them gloss over with lust and longing when you’re not sure where you end and he begins.

He looks for it now. That haze that rolls over you. Consuming pleasure. Your leg trembles, hitching up to try to hook over him. Your shorts and underwear prevent it, stretched too taut. You whine and release Ari from your grip to push the offending material down to your ankles and kick them off the rest of the way. He pauses, reveling in the moment to lavish your tits through your shirt. He hikes it up and bends his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“So sweet for me,” he says, switching to the other.

Your back arches toward him. The sensation a plucking tease without fulfillment. You huff in frustration and roll your hips, fucking yourself on his cock. A hand falls to Ari’s ass, helping support the movement and push him deeper into you.

“Please,” you beg, unhappy with his pause to focus only on your breasts, wanting more despite how good it feels.

“Please what?” he asks, arching a brow and pulling away from your chest. “What does my sweet baby want?”

You whine high in your throat. “Want you to fuck me.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Knowing how it peeves him.

“You know that’s not what I want to hear,” he says with a slap to your left breast. It jiggles and stings from the impact.

You hiss and pout, looking to Ari and seeing the serious set of his brow. With a blink, your eyes lower to the hollow of his throat. Hesitant fingers reach out and wrap over his biceps, scratching at his skin.

“Please, Daddy, will you fuck me?” The words are a whisper, a secret that you can’t confess. That every time the title falls past your lips, the heat that rises up through your body, setting you alight, is not from shame but a burning captivation.

“That’s my girl,” Ari coos.

His hips clap to yours. No longer restrained undulations, but bold claiming thrusts that knock your teeth together and drive you out of your senses. He traces his fingers down your back, holding you in place for a moment. The way they sink into your voluptuous curves, imprinting him onto you. But they wander, yet to have found their true destination.

They find your clit and fondle your lower lips, stretched tight around his cock, and continue to drift. They find their place back and around, finding the crack of your cheeks and the puckered rosebud between.

Your eyes widen, hips bucking away in surprise. He’d never expressed any kind of interest before. Your gaze darts to his eyes, wary of upsetting him but searching for answers. Shocked away from the rising euphoria of climax.

“Daddy always takes care of you, doesn’t he?” he asks with a soothing kiss, circling the sensitive flesh of your hole.

You hum in high-pitched affirmation, focused on his finger’s tender, slick prodding and all the more distracted by the grind of his pelvis catching on your clit.

The tip of his finger breaches you, and you wince. Unused to such violation, you’re unsure how to feel. Delicately he pets, in and out, only the tip. Offering a feeling of fullness that you can’t quite grasp.

“Been thinking about this,” Ari explains, working in rhythm to coax that smoldering glow into a wildfire once again. “I know you never mentioned it in our talks, but you did say you wanted to be all mine. Mind.” he accentuates the word with a thrust of both cock and finger. “Body.” He thrusts again, his digit sinking further into your hole on his retreat. “Soul.” Another thrust that hits just right.

Rapture eclipses your mind, a white burst that consumes you and sends you reeling over the peak of your orgasm. A sound rips from your chest. Your nails scratch, drawing red stripes across his arms. At the sight, lungs heaving for breath, you release him and reach up to sink your fingers into his hair. You grip at the root and buck toward him. Entranced by the high that rushes through you. Your lips find his and you moan into his waiting mouth. Content as he is to drink it up.

The aftershocks continue to seize your frame, even as Ari continues on. Steady in his destruction of your sanity and your propriety.

“You’re so tight, li’l dip,” he says, heavier than before. His muscles strain as he talks, holding himself back from the precipice. “We can work with that. Got a friend, makes quality accessories.” He moans and squeezes his eyes shut for the first time, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. “The thought of you with a cute little tail plug and ears, frilly little bow around your neck.” He huffs and you whine before he kisses you with fervent force. “My own li’l baby bear to play with just how I want.”

His words cut short of a breath, unable to hold out any longer. He cums inside you, painting your walls. You mewl at the sensation. He breathes in relief with a few more weary thrusts of his cock.

“What do you think?” Ari asks, with a sunny smile, pulling his finger from your ass but keeping himself seated deep inside you.

“You’re aware of all the trouble you’ve caused, miss?” The officer—no sheriff—sits across from you, coffee cup by his hand and file open flat in front of him.

You nod your head and look around the dismal, bare walls of the room. A cup of cool water sits in a glass by your hand, untouched since another officer brought it in.

“I didn’t realize my dad would notice,” you say honestly. Your pulse spikes in your ear, a constant thundering beat. Teeth on edge, you look to the man across from you and meet his eyes. Your hands a ball of kneading fingers on your lap.

“So, you claim that this disappearance was a spur of the moment getaway. No foul play.” There’s a southern drawl to his words, not something you’d expect to find here. You examine him. Brown hair styled in an overgrown crew cut, greying at the temples. His leather jacket strains over his shoulders and stomach. His face puffy but wrinkled, showing his age. He chews on a piece of candy, rattling it between his teeth while he waits.

“I’m sorry for the trouble I caused,” you say, reciting the words practiced with Ari. Your fingers dip into the collar of your shirt, pulling the knit fabric away from your throat. You wonder what time it is now. It seems an age ago that Ari escorted you into the local police station and explained the situation for you to the officers from the city. You’d expressed an inclination for a vacation, and he’d provided his private cabin. You’d been off the grid, getting some much needed rest. Hadn’t heard a thing about a search or your father’s passing until Ari had a chance to come get you.

“Your father’s acquaintance seems very, uh, friendly,” the sheriff says with a suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

Your cheeks heat. This is the moment, you think. If ever there were a time to cry out for help, for escape. Sitting across from an officer of the law, someone who can get you away. Already suspicious of the situation, ready to act.

Your mouth dries, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. “We,” you stumble over your answer, “you see, the thing is, we…”

The sheriff’s eyes narrow, scrutinizing you. Tears threaten, born from the stress of the situation and the volley of thoughts filling in your head. You look to the table, hands clutching into tight fists on your lap. Your diaphragm expands with a deep breath.

“After we met through my dad, we kept talking, even though I didn’t realize it was him at the time,” you explain as steady as you can, mind full of images of being completely alone. Without family, without friends, without Ari. “We’ve bonded.”

The name tag on the sheriff’s shirt glints in the fluorescent lights. You trace the letters with your eyes and wait for him to say something.

“What would that bond be, exactly?” Sheriff Bodecker asks.

Your mind blanks on how to describe it. The tether almost visibly linking you to Ari. The thought a bittersweet one. That this was all inevitable.

“He takes care of me,” you reply, tilting your head, ready to explain further.

But a sleazy scoff from the sheriff stops you. “I get it,” he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Couldn’t have your old man know about his friend being your sugar daddy on the side.” He closes the file and leers at you, a slow perusal at your figure over the table.

“I—” you stop. Words fizzle on your tongue. No way to form an appropriate defense for yourself.

He licks his lips and stands. One hand rests on his belt buckle, the other holds his file. He taps it on the table and says, “I guess you’re free to go, then. Your beau must be worried about you by now.”

Your skin crawls at his suggestive tone—every word from his mouth somehow dripping with innuendo.

“Let’s get you home.” The door opens with his hand, and he directs you out with a nod.

You scurry past him, a wary glance sent back over your shoulder. Your feet carry you quickly to the front of the station where Ari waits, lounging back on a wooden bench. His head lifts the moment your footsteps echo over to him and he jumps up.

“Everything alright?” he asks in a whisper, hands grasping your shoulders and peering into your eyes. “Did you tell them what happened?”

The heavier tread of Sheriff Bodecker’s shoes approach and stop by the front desk.

“She answered all our questions. The city cops are all satisfied,” he says with a tip of his head. “She’s free.”

Ari’s arm wraps around your shoulders and he breathes in relief. He guides you out of the station and into his car, parked as close as possible. The shadows of night hang all around you. Owls hooting in the trees and not another soul driving down the street. How late could it possibly be?

You find the passenger seat and Ari closes your door. Before you can blink, he’s backing out of his spot and driving away from the station. Your eyes still locked on the light shining from the glass panes of the door, and possibly your best and last chance at escape.

Ari’s arm stretches over the back of the bench seat, pulling you close and tucking you beside him. You follow his silent direction and rest your head against your captor’s chest. The sheriff’s final words echoing in your head.

Free. Sure.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = Sunshine

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @ lookiamtryingbecause you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @ lilacevansI adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

There is no ribbon to bind me down underwater. I can feel nothing on my body.

Before running to the water, you glanced around, knowing your nudity. A smile spread across your face as you felt the refreshing sensation on your skin.

Your body glides smoothly over the surface of the water as you dive and slide through it with ease. Swimming through the shimmering waters, you saw swirls of light and ripples of gold encircling you.

Your visit to the lake was a joy because of its vibrant blue color, but also because of the crisp, piney scent in the air.

The waves created an ambient noise.

Your entire head was immersed, and there was no sound reverberating around you. It was a peaceful underwater world, and you needed that serenity. Over the last couple of weeks, there has been chaos, so you decided it was time to find peace and tranquility.

You immediately felt the coolness, flushes, and silkiness of the water as it travelled from your hair to your skin.

In her art, she is dressed in the warm sunlight that dances on her skin

Sunlight illuminated the lake where his lady was swimming, glistening like pearls off the water. A mythical mermaid emerges from the water after diving and resurfacing with curves that sparkle across the surface. Your shoulders and nipples pierced the surface of the water. Your hair fanned back as you broke the surface.

It is a beautiful sight to see.

All he needs is your touch and closeness.

You glow like a siren in the sun with the light reflecting off your damp skin.

There is a burning sensation in my body and the water is cleansing for his touch to rekindle his mark on me

Closing your eyes, you enter a dreamlike world.

There is still a sense of Ari around you. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, and his breath caresses your neck. You feel comforted by the way his strong arms embrace you.

You can picture how his soft, large hands grasp you. His fingers trace patterns from your elbow to your fingertips as he trails them along your arm. Your fingers are entwined in his, his eyes twinkling as he surrounds them with his thick ones.

Every time the water whispers memories around your body, you feel every touch of his hands as they drift over you, making you tremble and shiver for his touch.

While your eyes were still closed, a light splash landed in the center of the lake. Trees and clouds that framed the lake were distorted as he approached.

Call of love's siren.

You steadied your gaze on the slowly approaching ripples with your right arm grasping your right breast and your elbow covering the left.

Inhaling deeply and letting go of your tense muscles, you let the air out of your lungs.

A second splash.

Ari slapped the water from the same direction even though he was only a few feet away. From the rippled craters in the water, you watched a slow movement gradually creep toward your position while cupping your breasts tenderly. The only thing moving in your body was your breathing. You were paralyzed as the water around you cooled down, sending a shock of silent shivers through your nerve tunnels.

When you opened your eyes and smiled, you saw crystal blue eyes in front of you.

Seeing the sunlight brightening your eyes, he touches your body. You feel the heat of Ari's hands brushing against your skin as the water ripples over your shoulders and encircles your waist.

“Sweet Sweet Sunshine, I am here to take all the thoughts in your pretty head and make them only about me.”

His mouth is also warm, a softness that draws you in as he nibbles across the arching bow of your upper lip.

My love for you is more than a thousand words.

His hands trace the curves and dips of your silhouette. His hands find your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. There is a slight twitch in his hips, and there is a small amount of friction that is enjoyable-but not enough to satisfy him. After breaking the kiss, Ari ducks his head and kisses the tops of your breasts as they rise out of the water with your back arching.

As your hands skim over his forearms and biceps, he feels his pectoral muscles bunch as he cradles you in the water, positioning you according to his taste.

Being in his arms in this beautiful water is freedom.

He stares at your loving gaze as you cup his face and stroke his hair, leaving a trace of water on his cheeks.

Whenever I kiss you, I feel as hot as fire and I will never get tired of your lovely scent.

Taking him hard in your hand, you tease him around your entrance, watching his chest quiver with small breaths. Taking hold of his length, your fingers feel the tingle of hunger as he squeezes impatiently against your hips.

As he steadily moves into your body, you exhale as you gasp for breath, sparking heat and sensation up your spine. Slowly, he presses into you, creating a long, sinuous curve that extends throughout your body. Soft moans followed by ripples of water almost completely obscuring your bodies.

You can feel Ari's hands everywhere—stroking over your nipples, pressing into your back's dimples, grounding your spirit, encouraging you, and always being there for you. He sucks his lower lip into yours in response to your soft moan.

Placing your forehead against his, you whisper, "You feel amazing, Ranger," and he nods.

A world of waters awaits Ari and you

With his hands sliding down to the front of his pants, Ari clutches himself through denim. It's like he's there with you, sneaking into the lake and putting his arms around you from behind. It is impossible that he is imagining the way you look at him, the way you did when you checked into the park.

No, why would you come to his park to undress? It's clear to him that you came for him.

The skin on your body is very soft. He knows that because he felt it when you signed your name on the sign in sheet and your fingers touched. His mind wanders to how it would be to be pressed up against you, bare-chested, nothing but skin and lips, as he has pictured it in his jeep at the nature trails searching for you.

He groans harder, breathing heavily. The echoes of the forest do little to muffle the moan. He wants badly to feel your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck, something imagination cannot quite capture: slipping into you.

His desire to know these things has been long-held, and now he has a sudden image in front of him, accompanied by the knowledge that you are so nearby that he could very easily jump all the rocks and go into the lake with you. The only one who can have you is him.

His hand ceases to knead, and he reluctantly pulls it away.

In spite of his body's cries for stimulation, he forces himself to control those desires.

Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

Tonight is a pleasure to be in, but it isn't now. His love for you can be expressed to him when he comes down to your tent for dinner. That's why you teased him this afternoon, he knows.

His gaze returns to you once more.

You seem at peace. You seem so relaxed.

During your stay, he will ensure you have the most relaxed experience of your life. Using his body and love, he will relieve your stress.

In the future, you two will be able to tell the kids about your camping adventure.

His pleasure is in the woods, and you will be the wind he welcomes with peace

The words echoed on the breeze, softly, gently, almost too faint to hear. You look around nervously, fingering your knife without thinking. By the full moon, shadows dance between the trees.The fire crackles and sparks fly into the air, a piece of burned wood falling and sending more sparks flying.

The fire is reflecting in the blue eyes of the ranger as he carries a rope in his hands and is ready to tie you down. He will make sure you both live until the end because you are his pearl of light and you will not swim away from him this time.

In this dark blue night sky, you will be his ride and and journey to every part of this park. because a ranger needs someone to share the beauty of nature with.

His shadow would no longer surround him, but you would be on your knees for him every blue day and night.

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buckets-and-trees · 4 months

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I read a lot of incredible fics in 2023, but these were the ones that blew me away beyond anything:

ASPEN'S FAVORITE READS 2023

Ted Lasso x Reader

Victory Lap by @ozarkthedog

Max Burnett x Reader x Nick Fowler

The Truth Will Set You Free and Reluctant by @navybrat817/Navy

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale & Nick Fowler & Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Giving Your Body and Soul to the Warlocks by @witchywithwhiskey

Nick Fowler x Reader

Home is a Heavy Heart by @sunshinebuckybarnes Partners in Crime by Navy Anew by Elsie Taking Care by @nickfowlerrr Clockwork AU by @sgt-seabass (plus many other characters) Sweet and Stained by @biteofcherry/Eva See Through You by Navy

Ari Levinson x Reader

Sweet Thrill by Navy Good With All Three by @blackleatherjacketz Down Again by Navy In a Field of Wildflowers with Ari by Eva Bartender FWB Ari series by @ghotifishreads +can we keep moving in the after hours? +domestic husband+Jukebox Jonesing+horny Monday to pining+make outs and more Yours to Have by Eva

M'Baku x Reader

From On High @boxofbonesfic

Curtis Everett x Reader

Sacred Hunt by Navy Branded by @stargazingfangirl18 Fulfilled by @stargazingfangirl18 The Fabric of Your Flesh by @ghotifishreads

Natasha Romanov x Bucky Barnes

Over and Over and Over Again by @drabbles-mc

Steve Rogers x Reader

Heat Inducing by Navy Make the Dust Fly by Eva A Deal with the Devil Comes with Wicked Strings by Molly Touch the Darkness by Eva A Shelter in the Storm by Molly Captain America's Sweetheart by @vonalyn And All Was Lost by Molly

Stucky

Timeless Desires by @smutconnoisseur

Stucky x Reader

A Monster, A Captain, and A Soldier by Molly

Bucky Barnes x Reader

To the Rescue by @ghostofskywalker Shatter by Navy Hot Girl Shit by @awake-dearheart You Don't Own Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Send Me an Angel by Navy Tired Eyes by @lovelybarnes Bring Your Wife to Work Day by Elsie My Queen by @adrinktostopyourthirst Single Mom Reader by @buckyalpine Two Sides of the Same Coin by Navy Alcohol You Later by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Hellfire, Take My Soul by @rookthorne A Tide of War and Broken Dreams by @sgt-seabass Metal Arm Kink by @adrinktostopyourthirst Lachrymose by @rookthorne Soft/Emotive Sex with Bucky by @adrinktostopyourthirst Warrior/Worrier by @delaber The Pineapple Contract by @buckyismybicycle Bucky with a virgin reader by Eva You Belong to Me, I Belong to You series by Molly drabble by @vonalyn Rooted in Love by @jobean12-blog Love in Bloom by Jo That's the Way Love Goes by Jo Unbound by You by @vonalyn Codename: Lazarus series by @sagechanoafterdark Halloween is the Perfect Time for Tricks–and Treats by Molly Missing You by @nickfowlerrr

#fic recommendation #fic rec list

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him.

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull.

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his.

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler.

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger.

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain.

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep.

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood.

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost.

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did.

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead.

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life.

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling.

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease.

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha.

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment.

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back.

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle.

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light.

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you.

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled.

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction.

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it.

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table.

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them.

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed.

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach.

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.”

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much.

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core.

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you.

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below.

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch.

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored.

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you.

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more.

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum.

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you.

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need.

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves.

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right?

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?”

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick.

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha.

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it.

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two.

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.”

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue.

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together.

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.”

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick.

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet.

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him.

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up.

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips.

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side.

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating.

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.

When the Clock Strikes

Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.

And naked.

What the hell?

You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

I didn’t have that much to drink.

Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.

Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.

They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.

Oh, my god.

You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.

Why can’t I move?

Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.

He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-

“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”

You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?

“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”

He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.

“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”

You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”

You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.

I belong to you, Ari.

Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream.

“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.

11:59pm

“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.

Midnight.

The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.

Just a dream.

That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.

Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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This love is good, this love is bad

This love is good: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, end

This love is bad: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, end

Crazy Love

Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife.

Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life.

They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin.

And they were right.

Because there was love and then there was you.

- Lang Leav

#ari levinson fic #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson angst #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #soft!dark ari levinson #yandere #soft!dark ari levinson x reader #possessive ari levinson

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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Pairing: DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Word Count: 4,425

Summary: Your online friend supports you in everything you do—and in everything you want. Perhaps a little too much.

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: Dark (Soft Dark including Non Con/Dub Con, Kidnapping, and implied Attic Wife), Kissing and Sex (Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Praise, Biting, Rope Bondage), Modern AU, Age Gap (Ari is in his 40s, Reader is in her 20s), Dad’s Best Friend, Strained Father/Daughter Relationship (with implications of Verbal Abuse), Online Friendship, Texting, Shared Fantasizing (including Kidnapping Fantasies), Catfishing, Implied Stalking, Daddy Kink, Yandere Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Crying, Pet Names (li’l dip, baby, li’l bear, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: This idea has been percolating in the back of my head for months. Today it strikes me and it becomes a DBF story, so there you go. The video mentioned is this one which absolutely tickled me pink when I first watched it. Also, anyone else just wonder sometimes who’s sitting across the screen from you? Sorry if this hits a little too close to home in that regard. Title from “Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers the Musical

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog/comment if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my own AO3 account.

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This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing themes/dynamics/warnings, thank you!

The summer sun beats down on your shoulders, reflected into your eyes on the soft waves of the lake. You sip some sickly sweet cocktail in a can and lean back on the dock. Soaking in the atmosphere and trying so hard not to think about your phone, sitting right beside your fingertips ready to be snatched up at any second.

You sigh, glancing once more at the black screen. It’s silly. Reception is shit up here. She probably has—

Your phone buzzes, vibrating the wood and sending a thrill shooting through your veins. You grab the device, fumbling with your drink and nearly spilling all over your clothes. But the notification is there.

paintedmermaid: I can’t believe he said that. He’s a bastard and you deserve better.

Tears sting your eyes—from your sunscreen and moisturizer, surely, right—definitely not from such a simple message. You sniff and blink, smiling down at the screen.

: I know, but he’s my dad.

paintedmermaid: I’m still gonna kick his ass if I ever meet him.

“Who’s got you all smiley, li’l dip?”

You jump and tuck your phone close to your chest. Peeking over your shoulder, your breath hitches. The relief of it not being your dad is short lived, his best friend standing behind you with a curious glint in his eye.

“Why do you call me that?” you ask in return, tilting your head and scrunching your brows. Not that you’ve ever truly minded, the fuzzy feeling in your tummy proof of it.

The man chuckles, shaking his head. Hands resting in his pockets, he shrugs. “Like the Little Dipper, the constellation. A cute little baby bear—I figured it’s fitting, being as young as you are and all.”

“I’m not a child,” you refute, turning on your rear to glare up at him. Biting back at the insult you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I know,” he assures, with a tilt of his head and a grin. “Still thought it was fitting for you.” His nonchalance doesn’t falter, waiting to gauge your reaction.

You sigh, releasing that fizzling spark of ire from your chest. Watching his head nod toward your phone, waiting for the answer to his question.

It’s hard to swallow, heart thumping in your chest as you reply, “It’s just a friend.”

“A friend?” he asks, stepping closer and taking a seat beside you. You scoot over, giving him space, though as he settles his knee rests against your own. “Your dad said you didn’t have anyone to bring on the trip.”

Looking down at your lap, your shoulders curl forward, trying to shield yourself from the embarrassment. It’s true. Here you are, at your dad’s lake house, all alone with your dad, his new wife, and his best friend Ari. Not exactly a riot in your books. Certainly a crowd well out of your age bracket.

“She lives across the country,” you mumble, bending your knees and wrapping your arms around them.

“How did you even meet?” he asks, a lilt to his voice you don’t quite understand—something playful, amused, a little off-putting.

“Online.” You shrug, ducking your chin closer to your knees. Awaiting the inevitable tirade about your ‘reclusive nature’ stemming from an ‘unhealthy digital life’—you’d gotten it from your dad often enough.

“I’m glad you have someone to talk to,” he says instead, hand resting on your shoulder and squeezing gently.

Peeking over at him, a small smile pulls at your lips. You don’t understand how a man like Ari could be friends with your dad. They’d met while you were in college, hitting it off at work and becoming close despite an age difference of about ten years. Yet since then, he’s been around. All the time. The best man at your dad’s wedding, at almost every family dinner, holidays and barbecues. But he’s nothing like your dad—supportive when your dad is critical, calm when your dad is volatile, comforting when your dad is cold. It’s no wonder you’d accepted him into your life without a fuss.

“Her name is Arielle,” you add, voice quiet and hesitant, “she’s does these really pretty watercolor paintings.”

“I’ve always wanted to try that kind of art,” he comments, fingers still dancing along the skin of your shoulder, a soothing touch that barely catches your notice. “What do you talk to her about?”

“Everything.” You smile and look to her message on your phone. “When my job’s giving me a tough time or what she’s painting. What we hope for and dream about.”

Ari hums, a low reassuring sound, and nods. “She sounds like a good friend.”

Your phone buzzes.

paintedmermaid: I really need someone to take me away, right now.

Your lips purse in a frown. Fingers tapping quickly, you type out your inquiry.

: What’s happened?

Another response doesn’t come quick enough, anxiety building up in your belly until it threatens to climb up your throat. You wait, returning to work, distracted while checking for typos. But at the first buzz of your phone, you drop everything to check.

paintedmermaid: I just can’t stop thinking about what you were telling me last night. Now all I want is someone to whisk me away and keep me locked up safe and sated.

paintedmermaid: I think I’m just horny.

You chuckle at Arielle’s antics, shaking your head and thinking of a response. It’s easier to get back to work, letting your mind focus on your task. You wait to let your thoughts drift until your break, picking up your phone and responding while picking at your lunch.

: I get it. Sometimes all I want is to be someone’s kept woman. No responsibilities, no big decisions. Just someone who’ll take care of me and fuck me until I can’t think anymore.

You sigh and tilt your head back on your shoulders. The stretch feels good, your whole body stiff. Your phone pings.

paintedmermaid: You’d be such a good little baby! 😆 You just need a Daddy to take you in and spoil you rotten.

Your eyes roll and you scoot down in your chair, uncaring of any more aches or pains the poor posture might incite.

: Don’t I know it. Alas, the struggle is real. Not like anyone is lining up around the block for me.

paintedmermaid: What about that guy your dad’s friends with? He’s so hot. Talk about Daddy.🤌💋

You choke on a sip of water, sputtering while scanning the suggestion over and over. Ari? Really? You can’t say you haven’t thought about it. Haven’t gotten weak in the knees when his attentions have landed on you. Haven’t imagined perhaps what could be. But, no.

: 🫣 I couldn’t.

paintedmermaid: You could. 😌 But suit yourself.

paintedmermaid: Btw did you see that trailer for that new vampire movie. I was shaking. 🥴

: Yes! OMG! 🫠

The conversation continues from there—all traces of her shocking suggestion left behind. Even when your break ends and work begins again, messages interrupt your proofreading. And you cave each time. Responding to her speculations in kind, the two of you building a story together, back and forth with ideas until your deepest darkest fantasies stare back at you from the screen.

By the time the sun sits low on the horizon and you’re clocking out, you’re giddy with the naughty endeavor you’ve written out. Salacious enough to make an erotica novelist blush.

You prepare a lonely dinner, popping on a movie to watch—something tried a true, and not emotionally taxing. You eat in front of the screen, scrolling through the dialogue, waiting for a response. Chest aching with the bitterness of knowing such a thing will never become reality. That fantasy is all it will ever be. No one will want you enough—adore you enough—to steal you away.

You halt that train of thought in its progress before it can consume you, throwing your attention into the movie and setting your phone aside. Despite the needling temptation to return to the smaller screen and let yourself be dragged under.

Arielle doesn’t message back until late in the night. A video sent through the stream. Stuffed animal clutched tight to your chest, you smile into the plush.

You tap it and it plays in the quiet. A compilation with responses from people jokingly—and maybe not-so-jokingly—estimating how long it would take them to fall into Stockholm Syndrome. A giddy feeling bubbles within you, near overwhelmed by the relief of having someone to talk to—someone who understands you. Overjoyed by that realization that you are seen. Sleep finds you as the video loops, a smile etched on your lips and dreams full of tall figures luring you toward a delicious doom.

The laundry machine keeps eating your underwear. It’s not all the time or too many pairs, but enough that it finally catches your notice. Panties disappearing off the face of the planet. Leaving you debating your use of the building’s laundry room.

paintedmermaid: I’m sorry. 😬 Maybe you should ask around your building?

: No way. 😱

Your head shakes, tilted back against the rumbling machine. A chunk of time out of your day spent sitting in front of the dryer because you can’t leave your laundry alone anymore, apparently. You sigh.

: It’s no big deal. I have you to keep me company. 💜

She doesn’t reply. Your message sitting unanswered. You bite at your nails, but accept the silence. Turning off your screen and sitting back.

Alone with your thoughts, you ruminate on the other strange occurrences arising in the past week. The disappearing underwear just the tip of the iceberg. There’s the migrating books, the multiplying cookies, the washed dishes. All of them little ruptures throughout the day, nuisances or blessings that leave you perplexed.

“It’s nothing,” you mutter to yourself in the empty room. “It’s all just in my dizzy head.”

No one answers you back here either.

It’s not until later, when you’re watching Labyrinth for the thousandth time that Arielle responds.

paintedmermaid: Sorry! Sorry! 😣 I got caught up watching a movie and thought I responded when I didn’t.

: What movie?

paintedmermaid: Labyrinth. I got lost in the Goblin King’s eyes…..and bulge.

You bark a laugh, pressing a hand to your lips before responding.

: Oh gods, me too! 😂

paintedmermaid: What’s your favorite part??

: When he says “Just fear me, love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.”

: I mean, come on. Who could resist? Take me away, Goblin Daddy. 🤭🥴

She sends back a silly reaction gif and you chat as the rest of the movie plays. It’s nice, like you’re watching together. Pausing when she grabs a snack or when you need the bathroom. Letting your troubles drift off as the hours while away. Falling asleep with her, a long-distance sleepover.

The morning brings with it bright prospects. You ready yourself for the day, donning a cute outfit which compliments your figure and snapping a picture when the inclination arises. Before you can think, it’s sent in your chat and waiting judgement from Arielle.

Nerves prick. It’s the first time you’ve done anything like this—sent a picture to someone you’ve only talked to online. But she doesn’t even give you a moment to rue your impulsiveness.

paintedmermaid: 😍😍😍 Babe, you’re gorgeous!

The instant the response appears on your screen, you smile, beaming incandescent. You can’t stop the heat creeping up your cheeks or the flustered feeling filling your head. An elated noise rolls in your throat, clutching your phone close and breathing in the compliment.

Throughout the day, that fuzzy feeling accompanies you on your errands. Thoughts of your friend flooding your mind with warmth, though she remains fairly quiet. A busy day for her, an art show or family business. You don’t question it, knowing she needs space, too.

Standing on your dad’s doorstep, you send one last message, ‘I’m at my dad’s, pray for me. Talk to you later?’, before tucking the device into your purse. And just like that, the bubble pops. Mood souring in the span of a breath.

Another family dinner—another farce. Pretending for an evening that you can stand to be in his presence. You only hope he’s too bothered by something from work to make belittling comments.

The door swings open. An unexpected face greeting you.

“Hey, li’l dip,” Ari welcomes, ushering you into the house. Pausing for a second, closing the door, he chuckles. “Your dad didn’t tell you I’d be here, did he?”

Your head shakes, swallowing nervously as your mind volleys to the conversation Arielle continues to pursue lately—talking about Ari like he’s your perfect match, a prime opportunity, prompting you to make a move. “I’m not complaining, though,” you assure, trying not to stumble over the words, “he’s nicer when you’re around.” Your face pinches in a grimace—that was not something he needed to know.

Ari’s brow creases with concern. He sucks his teeth, ready to make a comment when your dad walks through the living room doorway, greeting you with a loose hug.

“There you are, kid,” your dad says, grabbing you by the shoulder and glancing over your outfit. He doesn’t say anything, but you know he wants to. A comment about what you’re wearing, your weight, your face—it’s always something. “I’m glad your job is keeping you well-fed.” And there he goes.

You sigh and swallow down the insult. Used to it, used to bearing it for the sake of civility. “Is Candace in the kitchen?” you ask, avoiding the jab and stepping away from the men.

Your feet find their hasty escape, shaking your head at the hurt squeezing your heart. Terse words follow you down the hall, a discussion you’re glad you can’t hear.

Dinner passes in bout of awkward conversation. Ari carries most of it. Your dad complains about his job in return—a reprieve from his usual tactics of deprecation. Candace keeps to her typical inclination, saying nothing unless spoken to directly. You do the same until dinner ends, pushing food around your plate and trying to make yourself as small as possible.

With nothing more to eat, or say, you help clean up. Taking their plates and your own, escaping into the safety of the kitchen. It’s easier to breathe away from them. Taking a moment to center yourself, chatter reaches your ears from the other room. Your absence enough to alleviate the tension between them. With an incredulous scoff, you open the dishwasher, ready to stack in the plates and cutlery.

“Just wash them and put them away,” your dad instructs, sauntering into the kitchen with his hands shoved in his pockets. “We’ll be off in the Bahamas for a week, so no one else will be here to take care of them.”

The dishes clink. Your hands slipping on their slick surfaces. “When were you going to tell me?”

“I just did,” your dad dismisses. Breezing away like he does, letting you catch only the slightest glimpse of his eyes rolling.

You’re not upset. Not really. It’s a reprieve, actually. Not to have to cater to your dad’s incessant need for familial validation for a whole week. Still, you curse and shut the machine before letting the sink run to heat up the water.

“You look like you need this now.” A hand holds out a glass of wine, your refilled one from the table. You send Ari a smile and accept his offering with a quiet thanks.

He keeps you company, drying the dishes as you wash them, placing them back in the cupboards and drawers where they belong. Each of you taking sips of your wine and making small talk to fill the silence.

It still amazes you sometimes, when Ari makes a comment or observation, how little you know about the man. But each new revelation adds another fascinating piece to the puzzle. Letting you really look at him and wonder if Arielle was really so far off-base in suggesting him as a match.

By the time all the dishes are away, you’re yawning. The hour’s late. Later than normal for your family dinners. All you want is to curl up and conk out, but you’d never do it at your dad’s house. No way, no how. Not since you moved out for college and never looked back.

Ever the gentleman, Ari offers a lift. He tucks you into his passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and drives off. The purr of the engine and the lull of the road tugs at your eyelids until they droop. You relax against the leather seats and sleep takes you under.

It’s the perfect mix of cold and cozy when you wake up. The room temperature just right to have you burrowing beneath your blankets. You hum and burry your head under your pillow, intent on keeping the light out of your eyes.

You startle at a shift of fabric. Blankets moving by your feet, not disturbed by any movement of your own. Eyes opening, you jolt—this is not your room.

An attempt to sit up falls flat, your hands bound together which proves an unexpected impediment. The second time you move to sit, you manage to push yourself up, legs tied in the same way. The unyielding rope keeps you rather immobile, but you manage. Brushing your forehead with your tied hands and the scratch of the knots.

“Morning, li’l dip.”

You blink, gazing at Ari sitting at the foot of the bed as if nothing is amiss. Your lips part on a question, struggling to understand. This isn’t Ari’s place either—you don’t think. He lives downtown in an apartment and the window to your right shows a view of endless tall trees. Not unlike the view of your dad’s lake house. But you’re also not there.

“Where are we?” you ask, panic jittering beneath your skin.

“We’re home,” Ari coos, brushing his hand over the ropes binding your legs, carefully untying each knot along your calves. “I know we said that it would be more romantic to introduce you to this in your apartment, but you fell asleep so well with that sleeping pill in your system, I knew—”

Taken aback by his speech, your head lolls on your neck. “What?”

Ari sighs, an amused and self-deprecating sound. “I’m sorry, baby bear, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He scoots closer across the blankets. His hands reach out, cradling your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. “We talked so much about this. I can hardly contain myself with you right here.”

“What did we talk about?” you ask, wary of the answer. You lean away, hoping to release yourself from Ari’s hands, but he holds firm.

“The perfect way to take you away,” Ari explains, affection lining his face while his free hand explores lower, trailing down your body. “I know we were just talking about fantasies, but Daddy just wants to give you everything you want.” He breathes softly, his forehead leaning to rest against your temple. He hums a satisfied sound and brushes his thumb across your cheek with his other finding that warm place between your thighs.

You swallow, fear filling your head until it buzzes with static. With gritted teeth, you jerk your head away. You need space. You need clarification. You need a fucking break.

“Ari,” you snap, “what the hell are you talking about?” Your voice rises, but you can’t help it with the distress surging through you. You blink away tears along with the budding understanding of your circumstances. “I talked about that with Arielle. Were you spying on me?”

His lips tilt in a smirk, sighing with a condescending shake of his head. His fingers pet over your underwear, an attempt at soothing that sends you reeling in the opposite direction. “Oh, sweet baby, no. Nothing like that. Arielle doesn’t exist.”

His statement alone knocks the breath out of your lungs. She’s not real. It certainly doesn’t seem so. And you hadn’t told anyone else about…well, any of it. Not one word of your deepest, darkest fantasies. Not to any other soul, except her.

But the clash of sensations in your body can’t handle that truth along with the heat spreading at his intimate touch. You can’t sniff back the tears anymore, they fill your eyes until they’re blurry. Burbling pleas dribble past your lips as you attempt to wriggle away from his caress, “Please, Ari, please. Let me go, I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t understand—”

“Shhhh,” he hushes, wiping away your tears. His lips find your cheek, kissing your face until they meet yours. It consumes you, the way he holds your head and devours you with a fervent passion. You mewl against him, bound hands pushing at his chest, but just as before, you’re powerless against him. He pulls away, still shushing you with a brush of your lips. “You’re safe now. Just do as I say.”

He meets your eye, expectant and unrelenting. Pushing aside the gusset of your panties, he fondles the petals of your sex, sighing against you in relief. Like the whole world feels right with you in his arms. But it’s not. It’s not right. Your tears continue to well and drip down your cheeks. But he’s distracted.

It takes only half a thought for your leg to lift from the plush bedding, kicking out at his side, hoping for an opportunity to escape. But the impact only produces a muted grunt from him. A glare narrows his features, fingers squeezing at your mound until you breath hitches.

Steely determination glints in his eyes. Waiting patient for your compliance. It dawns like the sun breaking over the horizon. Details forming a picture of your demise. Ari’s pastime as a hobby artist. Arielle introducing herself in the chat room, striking up a friendship and consistently catching your attention with notions that were so relatable. Her inconsistent sleep schedule. The suggestions to make your move. The personal comments knowing you too well left overlooked. The feeling of being watched. The strange occurrences in your apartment. It’s been his plan from the start. You’re trapped. The fight extinguished in a second under his steadfast stare.

“That’s my good little baby,” Ari purrs at the sight of your surrender, pushing you down against the pillows and leaning in to ravish you again.

Despite every whine and whimper of weak protest, he ravages you. Taking you apart piece by piece until your conform to his perfect delusion. Left writhing against the sheets as he brings to life every fantasy that once sparked titillation. Your pleasure crashing over you in waves of rapture, leaving you breathless and shaking. Clinging to any form of reason and forced to let it flutter away each time he sets his sights on another blissful torture.

“Please,” you beg, dragging his head closer to your center with bound hands, muscles aching. “No more, please.”

He hums against you, sending a shiver of acute ecstasy racing up your spine. “Daddy’s not done yet, li’l dip,” he grunts, voice gravelly and dipped in desire.

Twice, he’s taken you with his tongue, licking your cunt with unrestrained longing until you’re sent careening over the edge. In between only a breath before he sheathed himself within you, stretching you wide over his girth and leaving your legs shaking. Filling you to the brim and painting you white with his cum. He moans and feasts on you now, the mix of your essence and his coating his tongue before he crowds over you and captures you in a kiss.

His cock twitches against your thigh, an omen of his tireless interest. And of your ruin.

But he remains attached to your lips, licking into your mouth and swallowing each sound that escapes your throat. Murmured and distorted by the pleasure he plucks from your reluctant body. His fingers descend in place of his mouth, teasing your clit and plunging into your cunt. Your walls flutter around the intrusion, a gasp consumed by his greedy lips.

Your mind unfetters, lost to this man’s mission of destruction. Ready to concede every thought and thirst to his skilled hands.

“Say it, baby. Just like we talked about,” he prompts, kissing across your cheek toward your throat, nibbling on your pulse point until your eyes roll in your skull. “Tell Daddy how much you love him.” The words, definitive and commanding, ooze with his desperation. His fingers accompanying that concealed plea with enthusiastic effort, finding that delicious spot inside you that shoots stars behind your eyelids.

Your head shakes, tears and sweat dripping. Desperate to maintain that one last tether to reality. But Ari’s unrelenting, his cock once again hard and replacing his fingers with a mind-altering plunge. Your lips gape open on silent keen, praying for sanity as it drips away.

“Say it,” he commands again, words lifted with his wildness. “Been waiting too long, so say it.” His teeth sink into your flesh, a pain complementing the overwhelming pleasure and ensnaring your senses.

“Daddy!” you gasp, the word punched from deep inside you by a brutal thrust of his hips. A whine rolls low in your throat, the stroke of him inside you scrambling any thoughts that form. “Please.” The plea goes unheeded, his hand cradling your throat and leveling your hazy gaze with his own.

“Just say it, sweet li’l dip,” Ari coos, a promise shining bright in the azure of his eyes. His voice drops to a husky whisper. “Just say it.”

“I—” You swallow a moan and blink back tears. “I love you, Daddy.”

He smiles, wide and bright, growling and crowding you with his body. His hips continue their motion, thrusting unrestrained and accelerating. Chasing his high as his hand snakes down your body to play with your oversensitive bundle of nerves.

And as another wave crests, you’re washed away by euphoria, left drifting in Ari’s arms and feeling the warmth of him coating you again.

“Just like that,” he praises with a tender kiss to your cheek. “Absolutely perfect.”

As he bundles you in his arms, wrapping tight around you, you sniff back your tears and dry your eyes. Try to center yourself in this twisted world of devotion and devastation with the soft brush of his breath against your neck. After all, it’s everything you ever wished for.

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #female reader #dark #dark fic #modern au #tw non con #non con #smut #yandere vibes #18+#minors dni #attic wives anonymous

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