#thief!ari levinson

[navybrat817]

I'll choose Ari in every universe, so I'd be lovely married to the thief, but always have some space for a certain investor here

A good one to choose, lovely. Let's talk about the thief!

In this universe, Ari is a thief. Not in the traditional sense. He steals back art and other priceless artifacts and returns them to their rightful owners. Sometimes.

As an artist, Steve holds him in high regard.

Car of choice: Subaru Forester

A Catwoman of sorts, the two of you worked together to get items back. After a rough job, you helped patch him up and ended up in his bed.

First gift: Sea pearl and diamond pendant

Favorite lingerie on you until he takes it off: Crotchless Teddy

Relationship status: Married

The investor is a good one, too. Love and thanks! ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys

[georgiapeach30513]

A Tainted Heart Masterlist

You and your sweet Max have a job, but somehow more and more obstacles keep getting in your way.  And now your ex boyfriend, Ari, a former CIA agent, has caught back up to you.  Are you and Max going to be able to pull off this robbery?  And will you ever get far enough away from Ari...or do you even want to?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N:  This fic is going to have elements of D/s dynamics, smut, chasing (maybe a kink), squatting, robbery, etc.  Please read all warnings before each part.  Minors DNI

[hansensgirl]

💸 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (3/3)

summary. | The mob boss has an alternate way you can pay off your debt.

pairing. | dark!mob boss!Ari Levinson x naive!fem!reader.

chapter warnings. | NON/DUBCON, SMUT, dark themes, obsession, stalking, mob themes, manipulation, pet names, age gap, innocence kink, abuse of power, corruption kink, power imbalance, smoking (ari), debt, Daddy kink, control kink, jealousy/possessiveness, anxiety/fear, mild foreplay, vaginal sex, rough sex, praise, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, mild choking, deceit, lying, drinking, creampie, manhandling (a bit), size kink (cock), alluded spying/stalking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. | ~5.6k

author’s note. | series masterlist. after a million years, here’s the final part! i hope you enjoyed this series. please enjoy the final part and don’t forget to reblog. any and all feedback (positive) is welcome. no beta, all mistakes are my own. taglist: @hansensfics. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

Time drags by slowly, each minute feeling longer than usual. Perhaps it’s because you don’t do much anymore. You continue with your regular routine, though waking up and going to bed early isn’t necessary.

Ari visits often, taking you on drives along scenic routes you never knew your city had. He sometimes stays with you at home, watching a movie while you feast on snacks. Any time you’re graced with his presence, he comes bearing gifts.

The first present required much convincing for you to accept. It was a set of rings with elegant jewels that cost more than your life. The mob boss placed each one on your fingers and kissed the pads of your digits, his lips so soft that you can still feel them.

You keep the rings locked up in your drawer, buried under items a thief wouldn’t bother searching through. Wearing them makes you feel like someone you aren’t—his girlfriend. No, you’re just his… something, for now.

The day after Ari’s first gift, he arrived on your doorstep with another.

Whenever you see him, he is always put-together. He wears expensive suits, and his hair is perfectly styled yet effortless. He’s considerate, too, always asking about your eating habits and making sure you’re doing more than well while under his care.

The second present was a pair of shoes you had secretly been vying for whenever you got the chance to window-shop downtown. Ari sat you down on your couch and gently lifted your feet, slipping the shoes on as if you were Cinderella, and he was Prince Charming.

His touch remained gentle, although you knew he isn’t always this way with others. Sometimes, you think of what Ari does when he isn’t with you. Does he torture his enemies? Lurk in the shadows? Visit restaurants that are really fronts for more lucrative operations?

You push these ideas out of your mind when you realize they’ll do you no good, as the older man often says. He catches you zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts repeatedly. It’s not as if you’re overthinking about yourself; you just can’t help but worry about the arrangement you’re in.

Unlike the rings, you wear the shoes with pride and a twang of guilt. You’re supposed to be paying Ari back, yet here he is, spoiling you into oblivion. You don’t want to ask him why. You figure it must be mobster gentlemanliness, right?

It’s been one month since the arrangement began, and you find you’re settling into it well. Ari makes sure of this, smoothing over all the wrinkles and ensuring that everything is the way it should be—the way he wants it to be.

You wake up in peace, noting that it’s half an hour later than you usually set your alarm. You even linger in bed, trying to recall your terrifying dream about running from a man who posed as an ally at first. But you never escaped, and now you have to catch your breath. You barely remember what he looked like.

On your bedside table—which is brand new after Ari replaced your old one—is a piece of paper you know you didn’t leave. You grab it and sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes once you brace against the backboard.

You recognize the handwriting immediately. It’s Ari’s. You don’t question when he left it, although the older man didn’t visit yesterday. Something about a deal gone wrong made him busy. You told him you didn’t mind just so he would spare you the details.

The truth is that you did mind. You mind a lot, actually. You find yourself thinking about the mob boss almost every second of the day, like he’s some crush you hope you can have all to yourself.

*Princess,

I hope you slept nicely. Don’t tire yourself too much today. I’m taking you out tonight. Please answer the door at around 1:30. It’ll be one of my associates.

*Yours forever, Daddy

You smile as you re-read each word. You appreciate the beauty of his handwriting and the fact he took the time out of his hectic days to leave you a note.

Once the rose-coloured haze disappears, you focus on the contents of the letter. Butterflies fill your stomach, but they taunt and awaken your worries instead of making you lovesick. You haven’t gone out in forever—where will Ari take you?

You get out of bed, and instead of brushing your teeth, you begin to pace along the expanse of your small bedroom. You have nothing nice enough to wear out on the town—nothing to suit your counterpart, at least. You believe you’ll look like an utter fool next to the revered man.

You eventually will yourself to calm down. You eat a delicious breakfast and search through your closet. Nothing.

The morning bleeds into the afternoon, and before you know it, there is a knock on your door. It’s the same pattern Ari used before getting himself a key to your home. You recall the orders he left on the note and rush to open the door.

You’re greeted by the face of Curtis, Ari’s most trusted associate. You’ve seen him from time to time, often staring down the girl in charge of serving the men with drinks and cigars or cigarettes. Whatever vice they want, she offers it up immediately.

Curtis doesn’t say much, and neither do you. He hands you two heavy bags—a paper one filled with boxes and a garment one—and grabs the door handle, shutting it for you. The exchange is weird, but you know Curtis is just doing his job. You can only imagine what Ari would do if he found out one of his employees went against his rules.

The mob boss has told you about his jealous streak, but you would never reveal how flattered you are that he feels that way about you. Though you chalk it up to just being business.

You turn the lock into place and set the bag on the couch, sitting next to it. Another gift! You’re more excited than you’d like to admit. With slightly shaky hands, you reach into the bag and take the tissue paper out.

It’s white with little colourful circles that remind you of confetti cake, Ari’s favourite. You baked it with him one night, and it was delicious. You giggle at the memory of him covered in flour and cake mix.

You’re gentle as you unwrap your gift. The first box is sleek, and you recognize the brand name. You’ve only ever dreamed of affording their cheapest item.

The gasp that leaves you when you take the lid off the box is audible and would make Ari chuckle. Inside is a pair of heels that gleam in the low light of your living room. You take one shoe out gently and inspect the details. They’re a work of art—and they’re all yours.

You feel like a spoiled kid on Christmas morning, squealing and gawking at everything. You close the first box and reach for the next. This one is smaller but heavier. The outside is covered in what feels like suede or velvet.

You pry it open, and your jaw drops. Inside is a beautiful diamond necklace with matching earrings. You’re not sure what the price is, but you know it must be worth a fortune. Your fingers itch to touch the jewels, but you resist the urge.

It’s too much. You can barely breathe.

As if you’re being spied on, your phone rings when you abruptly shut the box. You search for the device briefly, succeeding just at the last few trills. It’s Ari.

You answer the call quickly. His baritone voice comes out of the speaker, sounding just like honey.

“Hey, sweetie,” he greets. You can hear doors shutting on his end, as well as the click of a lighter and the telltale squeak of his chair. “Hi, Daddy,” you sigh almost dreamily.

Ari exhales audibly, and you assume he’s smoking. The thought of his nasty habit makes you wrinkle your nose. “D’you get your gifts, baby?” he asks. “Yes—but I can’t accept them, Daddy, it’s too much,” you protest, glancing back at the boxes. You realize you haven’t opened the garment bag yet.

“There’s no such thing as ‘too much’ when I’m spoiling you, honey,” he chides. You fiddle with the wrinkled fabric of your t-shirt. “And if I’m hearing right, it sounds like you’re telling me ‘no’…”

Your breath hitches. No, that wasn’t your intention. “I’m not—I’m sorry, Daddy. I just– I just don’t know what to do. I’m not used to this,” you express honestly.

You’re determined to never break his rules for the next few months. You’ve already completed one—which he celebrated with a deliciously home-cooked dinner.

The older man shushes you. “I know, baby. You don’t know what to do without Daddy, hm?” he coos. The words make you feel slightly embarrassed, but it’s true. He’s the only one that has helped you cope with your new—albeit temporary—life.

You let Ari claim the following few words. Whenever he uses that title—Daddy—it’s as if he snaps you out of some stupor, and you realize what you’re doing. But when you use it, it feels like second nature.

“Don’t worry,” the older man says, attaching your name to the end of his reassurance to really grab your attention. Ari successfully grounds you. “Just do what I say, baby. Alright? You don’t have to accept the gifts, but you’ll wear them tonight,” he further explains.

“Tonight?” you repeat. “Tonight. When we go out. I have a small get-together planned with a few… friends,” the mob boss clarifies. "You know, honey, this is gonna be our first night out. Are you excited?” Ari asks, his tone a bit more light-hearted.

Admittedly, you’re much less than excited. You’re nervous—scared. But you can’t tell him this. You don’t want to be a bother.

“Y– Yeah. Of course, Daddy,” you tell Ari. You have no idea what you’re going to do. “I’m looking forward to it, baby. I can’t wait to see you all dressed up,” he hums. He picked the dress for you especially, wanting his girl to feel like a princess. “Me too… Where are we going?” you question.

“My place. You’re gonna love it, I promise,” he says. You nod your head, although the mob boss can’t see you. Ari chuckles briefly. “I’ll give you a tour once the guests are gone. They’ll be nice, but don’t talk to anyone when I’m not there, ‘kay?”

You listen to him gladly. You wouldn’t even dare to look at his other mobster friends.

“I gotta go now, baby. Call me if you need anything, alright?” Ari abruptly says, sighing deeply as if frustrated. “Yes, Daddy,” you tell him. He blows you a kiss over the phone and hangs up.

You always knew that this day would come, but you never thought it would arrive so soon. You stand up on shaky legs and read the text message Ari sends. He tells you to be ready by 9:00, and you acquiesce. You just hope that tonight goes smoothly. And quickly.

The clock ticks closer and closer to when Ari said he’d pick you up. He texted you here and there, responses quick and well-rounded. You resist using your abbreviation and onslaught of emojis.

You take your time getting ready, making sure that everything is perfect. The dress fits perfectly and is absolutely gorgeous. You ignored the price tag, knowing it wouldn’t sit well with you on the ride to his home.

You can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, though. You feel like the movie stars you’ve always admired in their grand pictures with even larger budgets for the wardrobe, establishing them as fashion icons.

Holding your clutch to your chest, your other hand lightly touches the diamond necklace. It’s a harsh contrast to the simplicity and lightness of your gown. The pink tulle is slightly sheer but leaves much to the imagination. You spin around a bit, too, emulating your childhood princesses.

There is a knock at the door. You take a deep breath and open it, greeted by the sight of Ari.

Ari and his handsomeness. Ari and all your fantasies and weaknesses. You smile at him until your cheeks hurt, but even then, you don’t stop. You rush to hug him, squealing as he lifts you off the ground and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re an angel, baby,” he says once he puts you down. You preen under his careful gaze, his kind words. “You look so handsome, Daddy,” you honestly tell him. You admire the ruggedness he keeps despite his current elegance.

He grins, and the car ride to his place is just like this. You sing praises to each other when the awkward silence becomes unbearable. Ari does most of the talking, while his trusted driver keeps the partition rolled up as classical music blares.

The older man tells you all kinds of jokes. You stare out the window whenever he catches you looking at him. His large hands remain on your thighs while yours are crossed in your lap. So far, so good, you think to yourself.

The drive goes by quickly, and soon, you pull up to his lavish mansion. It is on the outskirts of the city, nestled between tall trees resembling a forest. Ari exits the car first so that he can open the door for you.

You thank him and turn around to marvel at his house. It takes your breath away. You've never seen anything like it. Before you can ask Ari a few questions about his home, he drags you towards the entrance, hand on the small of your back at first, until he decides to loop it around your waist and pull you close to him.

“Don't worry, baby. Just be a good girl, 'kay?” Ari husks in your ear, glancing at the associate who opens the for for the two of you. You simply nod your head, words leaving your mouth as you take a peak inside.

So many people. So many eyes—all of them on you.

You gulp thickly. Ari grabs a flute of champagne from a server’s tray, offering yoou one with a telling glace. You shake your head. Even with all the alcohol in the world, you wouldn’t be able to calm down.

Ari’s hold on your waist grows firmer as men approach and speak to him. Sometimes, he strays to your ass, and you end up choking on your spit each time he does so.

You don’t recognize anyone here, except for Curtis and the other associate that had brought you to Ari the day you reckoned your fate. Neither of them spare you a glance, and if they do, you don’t notice it.

You hold onto the mob boss tightly, scared of losing him. You wouldn’t dare speak to anyone if that happened.

“Everything alright, baby?” the older man asks, once again tilting his head down to hear you better. “Yup,” you breathe out shakily, looking around. You notice that Ari doesn’t return to his normal stature, and then he realize your mistake.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you’re quick to say, and he presses his lips together in a line. “It’s okay. Don’t let it happen again,” Ari warns. “Yes, Daddy,” you diligently repeat, and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

Someone calls the mob boss’ name. You turn to look at who the voice belongs to, and you’re greeted by the sight of a man with two barely-clothed women hanging off his arms. You can see it in their faces—the unhappiness, the fear.

Ari can sense how tense you are, and he can sense the way Daniel has been dying to push his buttons all night.

“Price,” the mob boss bluntly addresses his colleague. The other man—the one with a goatee and an ego bigger than the entire continent—simply nods. “Levinson. Nice party you’ve got… Even nicer girl, hm?” Arthur smirks.

You can feel the stranger’s eyes on you, drinking in your appearance. You hate that feeling. You meet his gaze and he leers at your brazenly, winking and darting his tongue out to lick his lips, the action too slow for comfort.

Ari clears his throat to interrupt the moment. Daniel directs his eyes to the older man before engaging in some ‘work-related’ chatter, while you choose to focus on the women he practically holds hostage. Aren’t you just like them? Treated with more class and manners, but how long will that last?

You want to leave, but you know you can’t, and that upsets you. You have no autonomy, and for some reason, this finally upsets you after about a month of living in Ari’s precarious arrangement.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be,” he suddenly ends the conversation, snapping you out of your reverie.

Ari drags you away from the watchful, prying eyes of others. You can barely keep up with his pace.

“W– Wait, Daddy!” you call to him, but he doesn’t listen. Ari leads you up a set of stairs, and the amount of bodyguards lessen with each step, until there is no one left except for you two.

“What was that? Hm?” the mob boss questions angrily, pushing you into his personal bedroom. No one else has ever been inside it before—not even his past girlfriends.

“I– I don’t understand,” you stutter, panting as you try to catch your breath. “Really? I saw you gawking at Price,” Ari disproves. You furrow your brows. “I wasn’t! I would never,” you promise, placing your hands on his chest to placate him as best as you can.

Ari doesn’t shrug off your touch, but he does look away from you. “Please, Daddy. You have to believe me,” you continue. Ari looks back to you, and he sighs. “Promise?” he asks.

There isn’t much light in the room, save for the lamps in the corners. But you can still see the darkness of Ari’s eyes, and while it should frighten you, you can feel your panties dampen at the sight.

“Promise, Daddy,” you repeat. For added measure, you press a kiss on his nose, ready to pull away with a smile. But Ari’s hands quickly grab your face, cupping your cheeks and keeping you in place. “Daddy?”

The older man doesn’t say anything. He pulls you close and captures you in a rough kiss. It appears to be passionate, yet it screams ownership. You don’t know the difference—how could you? It feels right, it feels like what you owe the mobster. At least part of your debt, anyway.

When Ari finally pulls away, you can barely breathe. He doesn’t say a thing, and neither do you. Instead, he pushes you towards the bed, and you fall back with an ‘oomph.’

“W– Wait, Daddy–” you start, trying to sit up. Ari shushes you, pushing you back down with a small motion once he climbs on top of you. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he pants, grabbing your body and flipping you onto your stomach. Ari manhandles you with ease.

You nod your head and try to wriggle out of his grasp. It’s all moving too fast for you. “Stay still. Let Daddy make his baby feel good,” he demands, his voice hard enough to will you to listen. You still beneath him.

“Attagirl,” Ari chuckles, pulling the skirt of your dress above your ass. It was already a bit shorter than you’d like, but now everything is exposed to him. The cold air on your ass makes goosebumps rise on your skin. You shiver at the sudden cold.

“Fuck, this ass is perfect,” Ari growls, grabbing a handful of the supple flesh. He lands a sharp smack to your butt, and you gasp at the contact. It stings at first, but as the feeling dies away, you realize that you enjoy it. You grow shy with shame. “I’m gonna ruin you, princess.”

His words seem like a promise, but they sound like a threat.

“Don’t you think we should take it slow, Daddy?” you ask him, voice a pitch higher out of fear. Fear of him? Fear of his answer? “I’ve taken it slow, honey. I’ve been a gentleman,” Ari assures you.

He isn’t wrong, but you’re not sure if you agree with him. It’s only been a month. You haven’t known him that long.

“But this wasn’t a part of the deal,” you protest one final time. You’re quieter this time around, and Ari pauses in his tracks. There is silence for a few moments, until he speaks up. “It is now.”

That is all he says as he grabs at your panties, ripping the fabric off your skin. You gasp at his actions, and the sound turns into a lewd moan when his fingers find your folds.

“You’re soaking, baby. Like a little whore,” he coos, rubbing the pads of his digits up and down your wet skin. You shudder from the pleasure, squeezing your thighs together when Ari touches your clit. “It’s okay. Daddy loves his little slut,” he professes.

Your head spins from the pleasure, the confession, and the turn of events. Your voice catches in your throat when Ari rubs your clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout your body. He pulls sounds from you that you never knew you could make. They’re music to the mob boss’s ears.

Ari chuckles, as if in victory, when you begin to gyrate your hips to meet the movements of his hands on your pussy. He can feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and all he can think about is fucking you. He hasn’t stopped thinking about fucking you since he first saw you—and that wasn’t the day you went begging to him.

“Daddy,” you mewl, sending a rush of blood to Ari’s dick. “I’m here, baby,” he coos, picking up the pace of his fingers. His other hand plays with your ass, groping and lightly slapping the flesh as he brings you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night.

The older man makes you see stars. You’ve never felt this way before—not during the late, lonely nights under your covers.

The pressure inside you builds, and your pornographic sounds become louder. The squelching of your cunt nearly rivals your moans. “Fuck, you gonna come, honey? Gonna make a mess on Daddy’s hand?” Ari asks, his words coaxing you towards that brink.

You topple over and cry out, dripping hole clenching around nothing. As if your body is a separate entity that belongs to him, you involuntarily nod your head at Ari’s question.

“Shit. That’s it. Such a good girl,” he praises, the words going to straight to your head and making you smile through your pleasure-filled haze. You grip onto the expensive bedsheets and ride out your climax, grinding on Ari’s hand until the nerves of your clit become oversensitive.

Ari, unable to hold back anymore, pulls his fingers away and admires how they glisten with your slick. The sweet scent of your cunt fills the room, and he has the overwhelming urge to make you come apart on his mouth. But that has to wait for now.

The mob boss places his wet digits inside of his mouth, revelling in your taste. He makes a show of it, too, knowing you can see him in the mirrors that are in headboard of his bed. The sight his lewd—enough to make you throb in need and get wetter with want.

There’s a small voice in your head that sounds exactly like you. It tells you that this was never a part of the deal, that Ari shouldn’t be doing this. You find it difficult to listen to its reasoning, too clouded by lust.

You watch as Ari reaches for the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it so harshly that it breaks. In just a few seconds, he tears the fabric from your body. You gasp at the display of strength, not even having the chance to bid farewell to the dress.

Your nipples pebble from the cold air, and they rub against the bedsheets, sending a wave of euphoria through your body. “Daddy… Please,” you whimper, rubbing your thighs together as your desperation for something grows.

“I got ya, baby. Daddy’s here,” Ari shushes you, mildly slurring his words. You barely even register that this is the first time Ari has seen you naked. In fact, he never should be seeing you naked.

Ari marvels at your body, although this isn’t the first time he has done so. You’re just so gorgeous, he can’t help himself.

The mob boss begins to undress himself, not caring open the buttons that fly as the fabric stretches against his toned muscles. The velvet suit—one of Ari’s favourites, which he can always get another of—ends up on the floor. The tendrils of hair fall from the gelled style he originally had, framing is face to make the man look more rugged than usual.

He pulls down the zipper to his pants and frees his hard, thick cock from the confines of his boxers. Ari gives himself a few strokes, letting a few beads of pre-cum drip onto your ass.

You arch your back just a bit, giving the older man better access and a better view of what’s his. Ari slaps his fat tip against your leaky hole, sliding it through your folds as he teases you. When he reaches your sensitive nub, your muscles twitch slightly.

You maintain a steady hold on the sheets, bracing yourself for the intrusion. You’ve had sex before, but it was so long ago and an experience that you gained nothing from. You’re always too busy to properly treat yourself. You can imagine that this’ll feel like your first time—only better.

“You feel that, baby? Hm?” the older man asks, bending over you. One of his strong arms is near your head, used as leverage to hold himself up. “Uh-huh,” you moan, feeling how Ari’s hard cock rubs against your pussy. *He’s so big—just like the rest of him.

“S’all for you, honey. You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts, sliding his cock back to your hole. Before you can respond, Ari begins to push into your cunt, stretching you out slowly. You breathe through the entirety of the ordeal, moaning at the intrusion and the sheer filth of it all.

When Ari finally bottoms out, his heavy balls are flush against your clit. His dick is deep inside you—you feel so full. You take a few moments to adjust to his thickness, getting up onto your forearms so that you can look at Ari.

You tilt your head upwards and make eye contact with the mob boss. His usually blue eyes are blown out with lust—a dark look to him that you’ve never seen before. Ari leans over you even more, his cock still deep inside your wet pussy.

His dominant hands moves towards your neck, and he wraps his hand around your throat after shifting upwards, almost as if he’s holding your jaw. The action frightens you, but you feel no pressure being put on your airway.

It’s the control. The fact that you’re his, and he can do anything he’d like to you.

Before you can say anything, Ari begins to fuck you. He pushes and pulls his cock in and out of you. The mob boss hits your g-spot with expertise and turns you into a moaning, pathetic mess. Ari watches you intently, never once breaking eye contact as your mouth drops open in pleasure.

Your sounds are pornographic. You don’t have a moment to feel shameful about them, though. The noises that come from his skin slapping against yours is loud. So is the squelching of your sopping cunt.

“Daddy—so deep!” you cry out, going limp in his hold. It’s as if you can feel him in your guts. You babble like a baby, making Ari chuckle. He’s dreamt of this moment for so long, and it’s better than he could ever imagine. “Yeah? Wait ‘til I try that pretty mouth a’ yours,” he whispers in your ear, biting the lobe.

The thought of Ari fucking your face creates a lewd picture in your mind. You’ve never thought about it before, but the way you pussy squeezes his cock tells Ari what you think of the idea. Even if, deep down, you didn’t the mob boss to fuck your face, he would still get what he wants.

“Shit,” you mewl, eyes rolling back into your skull. The older man pummels into your relentlessly, practically abusing your cunt. Ari’s dick is coated in your slick, the smell of it and sweat filling the room. “This cunt’s cryin’ on my cock—you gonna cry, too, princess?”

You don’t really register what Ari is saying, so you just nod your head like the obedient girl you are. “Good girl—always such a good slut for Daddy,” he groans, looking down to admire how your ass ripples when his pelvis slaps against the soft flesh.

You cry out as Ari pumps into you relentlessly. You can feel the euphoria build up, and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “‘S so much, Daddy…” you express through your moans, fuelling Ari’s ego. “Yeah? You gonna come all over Daddy’s fat cock, baby?” the mob boss asks.

Nodding your head, you topple over the edge of your climax. Your sounds become choked and grow even louder. Your pussy squeeze Ari’s dick, creaming around his hardness as you come undone. Ari marvels at the sight.

Your eyes squeeze shuts and your hold onto the bed sheets tightly. You’ve never felt such pleasure before—even at your own hands. It’s like Ari knows your body—and your entire being—better than you do.

“That’s it. Good girl, ” Ari growls, admiring how your leaky pussy just swallows his dick. The arch in your back is mean, but he loves it. He loves watching you take it. His once-innocent princess is now the older man’s whore. All his, forever.

The stars in your eyes dissipate as you ride out your high, coming down from it slowly but surely. It’s hard, though, as Ari is relentless in how in pounds into your cunt. “Who owns this pussy, honey? Hm?” Ari asks. He can feel his own orgasm building up, and he knows he cannot hold back any longer.

“You! S’all yours, Daddy. ‘M yours,” you mewl, and as if on cue, Ari shoves his hips forwards and he stills his movements. His heavy balls clench as he leans forward, completely covering your body with his. Ari holds onto you tightly, filling your pussy with his cum.

Ropes of his seed shoot from his tip and coat your inner walls, filling you to the brim until some of it leaks past his fat cock. He gives a few thrusts just to tease you, smiling when you whimper from the stimulation.

It’s so damn messy where the two of you are connected. Ari has the desire to clean you up, but he knows that your sweet-self wouldn’t be able to handle all that in one night. At least, for now.

When the older man finally catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of your pussy. A trail of his cum follows, leaking out and mixing with your juices. He rolls you onto your side gently, laying down next to you as he watches your face intently.

You have no clue what to say. You can’t even begin to wrap your head around what happened, especially as the haze doesn’t seem to leave any time soon.

A few moments of silence pass. Ari’s hand rubs up and down your arm, moving upwards to cup your cheek again. He drinks in very detail of your face and you watch him, too, just not with the same intensity.

“D– Daddy?” you quietly say, and his ears perk up. “Yeah, baby?” Ari responds. “What now?” you question. Where do you go from here?

“Well… I think you should get some rest,” he starts, sighing deeply and he seemingly fights back a yawn. You agree, but that’s not what you meant. “I’ll get you cleaned up, don’t worry,” the mob boss assures you.

“What about the deal?” you continue.

More silence, and the sound of Ari clearing his throat. The deepness of his voice remains as he speaks.

“I think I may have to extend it, honey,” he honestly tells you, words heavy with disappointment. You don’t really know what to think—you have no reaction, save for the small nod you give him. You’ve come to realize that whatever Ari wants, he gets. And he’s so damn greedy.

You drift off to sleep slowly, accepting your fate even though it was too late the moment you resigned and stepped into his office a month ago. It could be worse, you could be dead, you reassure yourself.

Ari stares at the ceiling and thinks about how time can fly. Soon, those promised months will turn into a year, and then even more. Just like he planned—just how it’s supposed to be.

[jamneuromain]

Ari's Payback

Mob!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warning: Mob!Ari, Wife!Reader, Ari being petty, a lot of cursing

Summary: As your husband, Ari did what he does best: annoy you.

A/N: Happens right after this event. Part of Venomous Vows series in collaboration with @biteofcherry

Ari cursed silently in his mind.

There was an intense debate going on about whether or not he should do this.

The brain cell of stupidity argued: Do it. Let’s give her hell.

The sane part of his brain said: Let’s just kill her instead.

Okay. Maybe he shouldn’t leave both his brain cells wandering in his mind after a few too many glasses of scotch.

Plus, killing her meant that he could only enjoy the look on your face once. While initiating the plan, on the other hand …

He reached for the box, and snatched the object inside with ease.

A part of him grew curious as to why his wife did not wire her stuff.

Then, at the back of his head, a slurred, drunken voice of his own reminded him that it was his home. It was your home. It was your shared home.

Ari watches as you rummage through the house, ask the maid (he forgets her name once again, Charlotte or Shari or Shar-something) to help you rummage through the house. A while later, the valet is commandeered. Then your chauffeur.

Together, the four of you search every inch of your bedroom, your bathroom, your walk-in wardrobe, and your second walk-in wardrobe with handbags.

He pulls out his phone to take a look at the time.

Ten minutes to eight pm.

He could imagine the guests murmuring, glass clicking, heels clattering, air thickening with his men huffing out cigarette smoke.

He could imagine the guests glancing at their wristwatches – having received a pat-down at the entrance and removed all electronic devices such as their phones like taking some friggin’ SATs – and getting all disturbed, wondering if they should bolt or would FBI come surrounding this goddamn place as this could very well be the largest mob family gathering along the east coast.

Yet, he muses, they should grow accustomed to your tardiness, as there hardly were times when you weren’t late for this annual gathering since your marriage.

He finds a box of cigars in one of the drawers of the coffee table and a box of matches to go with it. He lights the cigar and enjoys the rich spicy odor of it, feeling particularly like a club owner from the 1920s, watching in the dark as the mime continues in front of him.

Well, not a mime-mime, but a –

“It can’t be just gone.” You snap at no one in particular, though it is clear as day that you are not in a good mood, while the helps you’ve summoned keep their lips shut.

Ari allows a small whiff of cigar smoke drift from the corner of his lips.

Poor them. But it’s not like you are going to bite their heads off.

“Charlene, please check my jewelry box again. Marco, my coats. George, my handbags.” You grit your teeth tightly, “It’s a necklace with a ring of pearls and a fuckin’ big-ass pink diamond in the middle. It can’t be gone.”

And it is lying in the deepest darkest corner of his safe in the study. The pleasant bitter taste of the cigar filled his lungs, ghosting Ari’s face with a faint smirk. He takes time to pour himself a glass of scotch, knowing that this fiasco will last forever since he was the thief who wants payback for your last not-so-peaceful encounter when you decided to sabotage his online meeting with the loudest porn.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. It’s not in the jewelry box.” Charlene exits your bedroom a couple of minutes later, apologizing even if it was not remotely her fault.

“Sorry, Ma’am.” Ari’s valet, Marco shakes his head and refuses to meet his eyes with yours after coming back to the living room.

“Sorry, Ma’am.” Your driver George echoes.

You stand in the middle of your living room, hands resting above your hips, full make-up and properly dressed, with a beautiful strapless on you, and on your neck – nothing, nada.

Ari savors his scotch with his eyes closed.

First of all, in his defense, you look beautiful in anything, even a rag. Despite his hatred towards you, he is not blind. And you certainly do not need one specific necklace to bring it out in you.

Second of all, that necklace was a gift from a man before your marriage. A man who is not Ari Levinson (nor your father, for that matter). A childhood friend, to be exact. Ari has always suspected you felt a thing towards that man. Luckily, that man was off to some adventure in a godforsaken jungle in the middle of nowhere.

Ari prays that the friend of yours dies there. He could send a team of armed mercs to annihilate his opponent, but he chose not to. Ari Levinson is not a complete monster, just fyi.

Last of all, it was so worth it, making you mad.

“Fucking stupid goddamn pearls I swear-” You ignore Ari being all suited up on the couch, heading to your bedroom to check under the bed again, cursing under your breath.

The soles of your heels click on the floor hard enough to poke a hole in it.

“Fuck fuck fuckity fuck FUCK!”

He hears you lash out your fury into the soft beddings. He hears your anger pent up with no one and nowhere to aim at. He hears you curse louder.

Ari puffs the silvery smoke into the air.

See? The brain cell of stupidity tells him. Totally worth it.

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (11) - Heating pads and cupcakes

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: flirty CEvans characters, language, plus-sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, brothers being brothers, fluff, caring brother

A/N: I was on my period while writing this. So, I would like you to please bear with me.

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (10) - Apologies

“Tell me, sugar. How did you meet my brothers?” Ransom sits on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter to watch you, Jake and Mike make breakfast for the hungry pack.

“Do not talk to Y/N,” Jake warns. “I don’t know why Andy even called you. We can handle Captain Asshole on our own.”

“Captain Turd,” Lloyd corrects while walking inside the kitchen. “I think I established the name yesterday.” He grins at Steve who sits at the kitchen table. Steve sips the coffee from the café around the corner and tries to stomach the dry bagel he bought.

“Boys, play nice,” you tut and point the spatula at Lloyd. “We do not fight within these walls. Lloyd, that goes for you too. Have a seat. Coffee is ready and we are almost done preparing breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” Lloyd plops down on the seat closest to you. “You’re wearing my apron.” He grins.

“Yeah, I figured that this must be yours,” you roll your eyes as he grins like a madman.

“Kiss the cook, he wears a mustache?” Ransom huffs and shakes his head. “That mustache looks stupid on you, Lloyd. Almost as if a caterpillar died on your upper lip.”

“Kiss my ass,” Lloyd snarls in Ransom’s direction.

“Eat shit!” Ransom retorts.

“Guys,” you clap your hands. “We have a busy day ahead. Thanks to the drama you caused yesterday, I agreed to let Captain Rogers stay another day. He didn’t get the chance to see anything but a bunch of idiots fighting each other.”

“Idiots?” Lloyd pouts. “I'm not an idiot. Andy started this. It’s not my fault my brother is an idiot.”

“Lloyd, we do not punch people, and we don’t call them idiots,” you tut. “I told you, no more fighting or I’ll hide your expensive mustache wax for a week. Your mustache will be all fuzzy without it.”

“Cupcake, did you steal my wax?” Lloyd gapes at you. “I didn’t take you for a thief, missy. You better not make it a habit.” He looks at you wearing his apron. “Or make it a habit. I like me a bad girl.”

“She’s got a very good lawyer on her side,” Andy casually walks inside the kitchen. He’s hiding the bruises his brother caused with a brand-new shirt and tie. “I will leave for a few hours. I trust you to not kill each other.”

Lloyd glares at his brother Ransom before he says, “I can’t promise anything. You brought this piece of shit into our house.”

“Lloyd!” He made it. You hand the spatula to Mike, asking him to watch the last pancake to round the kitchen island and slap Lloyd’s ass. He yelps but purrs your name. “No swear words at our home, Lloyd!”

“Our…home!” Jake, Mike, Lloyd, Ari, Andy, and Curtis who just walked inside the kitchen, stare at you in awe. They smile, and then, you end up wrapped in too many pairs of arms.

“GUYS! I can’t breathe!” You protest but it's no use. You get hugged again and again until you feel dizzy.

“Hey, what’s your role in this drama?” Ransom turns around to look at Steve while his brothers are all over you. “Damn, aren’t you Captain America?” He slides off his chair to get a better look at Steve sulk in a corner. “Wait…what is Captain America doing here?”

“They kidnapped my assistant,” Steve grumbles while watching you hug the brothers, one after another. They laugh and joke while exclaiming that you accepted their home as your own.

“Ah, I see,” Ransom nods thoughtfully. “So, you’re unwanted here too, huh?” He grins. “Hmmm…you know. My grandmother always bragged about being related to Captain America. She was a crazy old hag, but I cannot deny you are a spitting image of my grandfather.”

“What are you mumbling about over there?” Curtis didn’t forget about Ransom’s intrusion. He’s still up to give his brother a good beating. “I see, two assholes found each other during desperate times.”

You huff. “Curtis! No swear words! We talked about swear words and impulse control last night.”

“Sorry, Sunshine,” Curtis drops his gaze and sighs. If only he’d got a few minutes alone with Ransom. He’d give his treacherous brother a few more punches.

“I get that having your brother back is scary and opened old wounds. But, you should be happy to have him in your life,” you sniffle. “You don’t get a person you love back so easily.”

“Great, now you made her cry,” Andy wraps you in his arms and runs his hand up and down your back. “They’re stubborn but will behave from now on. I promise.”

“I’m only a little emotional,” you choke out a sob. “I’m on…” You shake your head. The brothers don’t need to know that you’re on your period and almost everything makes you cry. “I saw that cat video…and the cat was so cute and…then you argued... and Mike looked like the lost kitten…It made me so happy…”

“Crap,” Lloyd snaps his fingers to get his brothers' attention. “Alright! Red alert. I repeat. Red alert.”

“What now?” Curtis rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “What’s wrong with you?”

Lloyd turns his head toward Curtis. “You, stop sulking and get my wallet.” Lloyd snaps at Curtis before pointing at Mike and Jake. “You two, search for any movie on any platform Y/N will like.”

He crosses his arms behind his back and marches around the kitchen. “Barber don’t get too cozy with her but keep on rubbing her back. Ari, you and Curtis will go to the bakery. We will close for the rest of the week. Get all the cupcakes and shit Jake baked. We’ll need it.”

“What’s going on?” Ransom watches his brothers hastily follow Lloyd’s order. “Where’s the fire?”

“In Y/N’s uterus. Now shut up, pretty boy, and be useful for once,” Lloyd mutters at his brother. “If you want to stay, you’ll go to the guestroom in the west wing and get me all the fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. No, make it two.”

Ransom purses his lips. He weighs his options. If he wants to be part of this family again, he must play along for now. “Fine.”

“Y/N. Cupcake,” Lloyd gently pats your hair. “What’s your favorite brand? Do you need a heating pad? What painkiller do you prefer? Lloyd will get you all you’ll need.”

Steve watches the brothers make of fuzz about your period. He rubs his chin, wondering if what he feels is more than worry.

“Good job everyone!”

Lloyd grins as you snuggle into one of the fluffy pillows. You’re wearing one of Andy’s warm sweaters and the fuzzy socks Jake got for you. Ari wrapped a warm blanket around you after Lloyd carefully put a heating pillow on your lower abdomen.

Mike chose the movies you and the brothers will watch while Andy and Jake prepared food, beverages, and sweets. Curtis is currently massaging your feet while Ransom sits on the other end of the huge U-shaped sofa.

“How do you feel,  Sweetie? Do you feel better?” Jake sits next to your head to gently pat your hair. Do you need anything else?”

“Did I buy the right stuff?” Lloyd asks. He sits on the sofa and stretches his legs out. “Damn, I didn’t know there are so many lady products out there.”

“I’m good,” you murmur and snuggle further into the pillow. The brothers took very good care of you. No one ever put so much into making you feel good. “See, if you work together, you can do anything.”

“So…this is what you do? Getting lady products and feeding a sexy girl with cupcakes,” Ransom grins. “I think I could get used to this…”

“No one asked you,” Curtis huffs. He’s still angry at Ransom for leaving them. Especially, because he used to look up Ransom when he was a kid. Curtis and Ransom shared a special bond, and now, it's broken.

“No more fighting tonight,” Andy stops the brothers from arguing again. “We have a plan, don’t we.” He subtly points at Steve watching you and the brothers from his seat. He chose to sit on an armchair, still not convinced that the brothers did not mean harm to you.

Ransom stares at Steve. He rubs his chin and wonders aloud. “Back to Captain America. Isn’t it odd that he looks so much like Grandfather Steven?”

Part 12

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[misscherry-26]

Fairytale Fantasy Masterlist.

(Inspired by J. Scott Campbell's princess illustrations - and this post).

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED, REPOSTED, OR TRANSLATED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER WEBSITE/APP.

THESE STORIES ARE ALL 18+!!! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CONSUMPTION OF 18+ CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

I WILL REBLOG FOR UPDATES SO STAY TUNED!

- Beauty And The Beast.

(Beast!Ari Levinson x Belle!Reader)

Cinderella.

(Prince!Andy Barber x Cinderella!Reader)

- Rapunzel.

(Thief! Frank Adler x Rapunzel!reader)

- Tinkerbell.

(Captain!Lloyd Hansen x Tinkerbell!Reader)

- Little Red Riding Hood.

(Wolf!Ari Levinson x Little Red Riding Hood!Reader)

- Emerald City.

(Scarecrow!Frank Adler x Cowardly Lion!Ari Levinson x tin man!Andy Barber x Dorothy!Reader)

[foreversecrets]

When Ari Caught Blair

Rogers Family Expansion Masterlist

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Blair Perkins (OC)

Summary: Discrepancies in the business lead Ari to comforting the drug dealer whose been stealing from the family.

Rating: Teen

There were more important things he could be doing with his time than humoring Steve’s paranoia. The drug asset of their family business was his area of expertise, and unlike Curtis dropping the ball on his responsibilities, Ari knew he wasn’t going to find any corruption, scandal, or errors in his side of things. He understood where Steve was coming from, after the disaster of uncovering the Rumlow Family’s sex trafficking scandal using the Rogers Family’s transport barges to move the victims Steve wanted everything reviewed with a fine tooth comb to ensure everything met his standards. Reviewing years of documents on his laptop was going to take ages, three hours in he was fighting a pounding headache and his eyes were burning. Right when he was about to take a break when he came across something that dragged all his attention, on their latest shipment the signature that signed off on the transfer to the barge wasn’t one of his people. In fact he had never heard of Jaime Colson, there was no one by that name in association with the Rogers Family so he went to the surveillance photoage Curtis had set up everywhere they had stakes. 

The system had only been in place for a couple months and clearly the thief didn’t know that as he watched a woman flash his men a kind smile, sign the tablet and pass it back to his men who proceeded to leave the crate with the women. She pocketed a block of the product and moved the rest of the crate onto the ship. Judging by how she moved about the cargo and the dock she’d been doing this for sometime without being caught, it couldn’t be too long though because nothing was abnormal until this latest shipment. Ari took a screenshot of as clear a view of her face he could get, brown hair and brown eyes he thinks as he sends the photo off to his brother Lloyd to put together a profile on this person.

Sitting back he ponders the thief and what he’s going to tell Steve. If he informs his older brother now he is going to face his wrath and concede the investigations of their business need to be more thorough than Steve has mandated currently. Part of him wants to remind Steve that problems like this are how Curtis and Chole ended up together, matter of fact most of his brothers found their partners due to something negative. Ari suspected Curtis would be proposing soon if the teddy bear Curtis has turned into is any indicator. A sigh of resignation escapes him as he decides not to tell Steve until he has a proper solution, he doesn’t need another problem on his plate right now. Not with him and Annie seeing fertility specialists to help determine why they are having problems conceiving. 

His phone pings and breaks him out of his thoughts.

Lloyd: Names Blair Perkins

Lloyd: poor girl

Confused, he dives into her file to figure out what Lloyd meant but before he can read past her name and birthday, his phone pings again. 

Lloyd: We find another poor girl to rope into our family?

Ari scoffs but doesn’t respond, he’s thinking the opposite is actually in store for her but he hasn’t decided if he’s going to let Curtis or Lloyd pull the trigger on her life. Diving in he finds himself feeling genuine sympathy for the women, her story is sadly similar to Daff’s. A shitty father with an addiction problem but her father’s vice is arguably worse than Daphne’s father whose gambling addiction had been solved by her unhappy marriage to Bucky. But Mr. Perkins' addiction was drugs and he was in so deep his wife was working 3 jobs and his high school daughter had dropped out of high school to assist in helping pay off the massive debit her unemployed father had screwed. When she was 19 years old her father overdosed leaving the two women free from him and Ari relaxed hoping this was uphill from then but her file is blank from 19 up until two years ago when she resurfaced taking over the empire of her fathers old drug dealer who died of alcohol poisoning. 

Needing to move off her history before he allows pity to make him be lenient on her actions, he moves to looking for some contact information or an address but he finds none. What he does find, because Lloyd is always detailed when looking for people's weaknesses, is Blairs’ mothers home address and all her contact information. Easiest way to ensnare a snake is to cut its head off.

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“Don’t touch it!” Blair snaps at the young teen sitting on the couch in her office. The teens drop her hand from her forehead rolling her eyes at the mother hen before her. Blair had initially been against bringing teens into the business after the childhood she’d had but then she’d seen the profit she could make and greed got the best of her which meant issues like this arose where her young employees would return a little battered and/or bruised. “Who did this?” Blair as she disinfected the gash on the teen's eyebrow.

“The principle if you can believe it,” Stormy laughs. The naming system she’d put in place to protect her underage employees wasn’t the greatest but it mostly protected them and it was easy enough to remember. “Asshole is apparently the worst kinda junkie, got aggressive when I told him I’d already sold him all I could this week. Dick couldn’t even throw a proper punch.”

“Hey, this isn’t funny and you aren’t some badass!” Blair growled, pressing the wipe harder into the injury earning a hiss of pain from Stormy. “What's the rule if things get aggressive?”

“Run.” Stormy rolls her eyes. 

“Right, you run. Because I don’t want you hurt and you’re to fucking young to start a criminal record. You don’t get caught and you don’t get hurt, that’s all I’ve ever asked of you.”

“I know! I’m sorry Blair.” the kid sighed and pushed away from Blair standing up as her emotions started to overwhelm her. “I just … When I was selling to him today, I saw his cell phone with an email to Alexander Pierce.”

“Who?”

“The fucking sex traffiker!” 

“The Rumlow Ring?” Blair asks and Stormy nods. “Peirce was only guilty of being a friend to the leaders.”

“Because they didn’t have the necessary evidence to take him down! The fucking email was about how my principle wanted his money back because he never received his girl and Pierce was advising him to be patient while they got the business straightened out.”

Blair pockets the information about Pierce and focuses back on the safety of the underage people who spent 8 hours a day in a facility with a potential threat. She doesn’t know if the woman he’d ordered was underage or not but clearly consent is irrelevant to the man. “Has you’re principle ever been inappropriate-”

“No, not me or anyone that I know of but part of me wanted to get caught just to take both men down you know?” Stormy sighs and drops heavily down onto the couch again. 

“I know and I will handle it, for now stick to our rules and stay away from him, alright?”

“Yeah,” Stormy nods before embracing Blair and leaving the office. 

Clair moves to her desk picking up her office phone to call her good friend Natasha, she deals with sleazy guys all the time at her strip club and will know how to handle the principle or at least put her in touch with someone who can deal with him. But as she picks up the office phone, her personal phone rings, nearly ignoring it she sees her moms name on the screen and drops the work phone.

“Hey ma, what’s up?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you invited a friend to dinner?”

“What friend?” Blair is instantly on alert.

“Ari Levinson.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name.” Blair is already packing up her purse to speed to her car and home to meet this stranger. 

“He says you know his older brother, Steve Rogers.”

Her blood runs cold as she turns over the ignition of her car and speeds down the street. “I’ll be home soon.”

“No rush sweetie,” she can hear her mother shuffle a little bit and then she whispers. “He’s sexy and definitely your type.”

“Ma-”

“Ari is helping me with the chicken parmesan, it should be ready when you get home.” her mom promised and then ended the call.

Blair has never driven so dangerously in her entire life but worry for her mothers wellbeing has her speeding to what could ultimately be her death. She’d gotten a little cocky overtime when none of the Rogers boys came knocking on her door to discuss her transgressions. When she enters the apartment she shares with her mother her eyes instantly fall on her mother and Ari laughing jovial in the kitchen while they plate the food they’ve been making.

“Blair!” her mother clocks her presence and rushes over to her to welcome her home in a embrace as she usually does. Instead of basking it in after a hard day like she usually does, her eyes lock with Ari’s both him and Blair making gestures to display they are both armed. “Mom approves.” Mrs. Perkins whispers in her daughter's ear before breaking away and looking back to Ari. “I’m going to wash up for dinner, please make yourself comfortable.”

Her mother disappears into the hall leaving Ari and Blair alone.

“You know why I’m here?” Ari asks as he rests his posterior on the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. Like he’s still trying to intimidate her but she rolls her eyes and proceeds to grab the plated food and begins setting the table. 

“I’d prefer we not discuss matters in front of my mother.” She moves to the fridge. “Would you like wine or fruit punch?”

“Fruit punch?” he chuckles.

“I don’t drink alcohol and I can’t be trusted with soda,” she shrugs, pouring a glass without her hand trembling. She’s acting braver than she feels.

“Wine is fine,” he pushed off the counter and followed her to the dining table. “Did you really think we wouldn’t notice?” 

“After 2 years going undetected?” she chuckles. “Yeah.” She moves back into the kitchen pulling out the silverware that he kindly takes from her hands so she can pour the wine. 

“2 years?” his belief comes through too heavily in his voice though he keeps his face composed. 

“So, what’s the price for my crimes?” she smirks, placing the wine glasses at her mothers spot and his own before beginning to pour. 

His plans for Blair’s outcome changes now that he’s discovered she’s been besting them for 2 years. The Family doesn’t have a foothold in their drug business here in New York and she can be a good foot in the door for them. Her punishment can be the victory of the family and if it pans out Steve will never need to know about the discrepancies Ari discovered. 

“No more stealing from us-”

“I think that’s a given,” she laughs as she tucks into her own seat across from him.

“You will pay us back the profits you made-”

“I have my own bills-”

“Women, will you let me finish a statement!?” he snaps to mask his growing amusement. She rolls her hands out to indicate he can proceed. “You will receive the same amount you were previously stealing from us and the profits from those assets will be returned to us until your debt is repaid. Your own business will remain unaffected by us. Once your debt is cleared you will be free to go or….” 

“Or?” she probes quickly hearing the bathroom sink running. 

“If you’re successful, perhaps you can partner with us. We have no foothold here in the city and it would improve our current resource management if you could handle our in-city matters. It would be an arrangement that would benefit both our businesses.”

The matter is dropped as Mrs. Perkins returns to the dinner table and the three begin to eat. Blair feels a little less tense as they proceed but having a powerful mafia man sitting across from her at the dinner table in her home is still unsettling. It doesn’t help that her mother is continuing to sing Blair’s praise to Ari as if propping her up as an ideal mate, Ari humors her by lightly flirting with Blair. She can’t deny the man is attractive, and would be even more attractive if she had been able to disarm him so the only threat he posed was with his limbs. 

By the end of the night, Ari’s number had slipped into Blair’s purse and she is in desperate need of a bubble bath. She completely forgets to call Natasha.

[onsunnyside]

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ☀️🐰

hi friends !! I’m in the mood for Easter-themed things 🐣 send requests, besties, and I’ll pick a few. [original post] | PSA | PSA2

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | April 17-18 (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

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

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𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: eggs hunts, dad!character x mom!reader, bunny hybrid!reader, open to soft dark/dark, milf/dilf—send anything !!

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

new survey: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭? (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭) for the HCV fellas

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

big mean Curtis stumbling upon a defenseless bunny!reader | see tag #hunter Curtis AU for asks

dark-ish!dilf neighbour!Ari Levinson x pastor’s daughter!reader*

TE: Bambi’s first egg hunt | rocks & Steve the candy thief

SOS: Curtis coming home for easter* | dress-up with Curtis* (just some dirty talk) | egg hunt at the local church*

cevans!characters x bunny!reader*

ATA: brat tamer!Ari* | soup kitchen surprise

HCV: painting eggs with Ransom

CL: Easter dinner with Steve (& family)*

mr. Easter!Lloyd Hansen (soft dark, teacher!reader)*

dark!ex!Bryce Langley chasing you through the woods*

HCV (Alternative Version): Kalopsia — The Hunt*

dark!breeder!Steve Rogers x innocent!bunny!reader ft. ex con!Ransom Drysdale & ex con!Andy Barber (hybrid breeding industry fic aka steve is involved in it and a big boss daddy/kingpin)*

roommate!Jake Jensen finds bunny!reader in heat*

you’re bought by breeder!Steve to breed with his wolf hybrid!Bucky*

dbf!Stucky come over for Easter*

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. | P.S. I know for some people there is religious meaning, practices & traditions for this holiday, if this party makes you uncomfortable, please block the tag: #sunny bunny party. This party is just for fun and because I need a break ! The Easter theme has no religious ties.

[voidmadisonrecs]

chris evans recs II

here are more of my fav chris evans (and co.) fics, blurbs, headcanons, etc. (see my first list here)

feel free to message or comment with suggestions that i should read and make sure to check out these writers other works because they are all amazing <3

Chris Evans

put your head on my chest - @uprootbasic

chris being cute

impressive - @fluffymisha97

chris continues to amaze and impress you

waking up with your favourite duo - @holdontorogers

dodger is obsessed with you

birth control - @just-iimagine

chris has something he needs to tell you

secret wedding - @agentofbarnes

you and chris have a private wedding but someone spots something that causes the secret to get out

safe haven - @foodieforthoughts

for better or for worse, you had vowed, and you planned to stick by it

surprise - @time-for-a-lullaby

you have a baby girl together and he’s left for a few weeks for work. you’re stressed and overwhelmed. chris surprises you after 2 weeks away (baby fever)

routine - @teebarnes

you were on live with your daughter is keeping you company while you wait for chris to take her from you (baby fever)

daddy's sorry - @uprootbasic

chris accidentally scares his daughter (baby fever)

chris wants you to have his babies - @worksby-d

chris realizes you're the one and after spending christmas with you and his family and seeing how you are with kids (baby fever)

cravings - @worksby-d

you have cravings and Chris is a cutie pie (baby fever)

didn't i tell you that - @fluffymisha97

sometimes important information can slip through the cracks. even a big piece of information like this one (baby fever)

parents - @demonsandmischief

having a new baby is tough, but it's even harder when Chris has to travel (baby fever)

mad at myself - @worksby-d

chris’ ex is playing his love interest and you feel a bit jealous and insecure (a lil angsty)

cumsumation - @uprootbasic

you and chris elope (smut)

panty thief - @agentofbarnes

self explanatory (smut-ish?)

the evans effect - @agentofbarnes

chris evans loves when his family is together, but he also loves when you can’t get enough of him (smut)

nsfw alphabet - @chanelfaerie

self explanatory (smut)

Frank Adler

brownie kisses - @fairyevans

cute neighbour frank

home is wherever i’m with you - @shieldedreams

when you move into the house across from frank adler’s, it’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again

want you to stay (heaven truly is on earth) - @shieldedreams

frank knows true to his heart that you love him. yet, overhearing someone trying to pick you up from the bar has him doubting himself

frank cuteness - @stargazingfangirl18

"my eyes and your nose will look the cutest in a little boy. or girl. i'm not picky tbh." (baby fever)

high maintenance - @et-lesailes

you buy clothes for your baby and grumpy frank is not happy (baby fever)

hold on - @thewritingdoll

after you buy a pregnancy test, you’re excited by the prospect of having another baby with frank, but he seems apprehensive (baby fever)

Ransom Drysdale

learning to apologise - @starryevermore

ransom learns how to apologise

the blues - @stargazingfangirl18

you’re sad. ransom is soft

say it - @stargazingfangirl18

you went and caught feelings and scared ransom away...and then he shows up at your door at four in the morning

maneater (part 2) - @syntheticavenger

ransom engages in a verbal sparring match after a bridesmaid falls from grace

proposal - @agentofbarnes

ransom proposes

alibi - @et-lesailes

the death of harlan thrombey is being investigated, and while ransom seems to be the perfect suspect, he also has the perfect alibi (baby fever)

one, two, three brats - @chrissquares

ransom wants another one (baby fever)

Andy Barber

snuggle bug - @dadplease

andy gives you early morning snuggles

easier in movies - @worksby-d

andy comes home to find you unwinding after a long day and joins you (smut)

yes mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

in which you’re down on your knees, about to suck his dick within an inch of his life because it was the only way to shut him up (smut)

mexico baby - @worksby-d

a baby is made in mexico lmaoooo (smut)

a helping hand - @ozarkthedog

you’re 8 months pregnant and andy helps you shave (baby fever)

Ari Levinson

one good girl, coming up - @fairyevans

hot (smut)

Steve Rodgers

slow like honey - @heli0s-writes

the gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé steve rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact (completed multi part fic, baby fever)

proposal - @fairyevans

you find the ring before he has a chance to propose

[peyton-warren]

Third Wheel- Part 1

Characters: Sammy Navon, Ari Levinson, and Danica (OFC) Pairings: Sammy X Danica, Ari x Danica, possibly even a hint of Sammy x Ari Word count: 2427 Warning: NO Minors, 18+, Smut, porn with a small side of plot for added flavor, p i v sex, oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, alcohol consumption, masturbation (m) and more with later parts. Author's Note: This has been sitting in my drafts since I first watched Red Sea Diving Resort. I feel like Sammy would give anything to Ari, even his girlfriend. Summary: Sammy reintroduces his best girl to his best friend with the promise of an evening of fun for all.

Danica drained the last of the liquid out of the glass in her hand. With a look of trepidation, she scanned the crowd of this small dark bar, not far from our hotel. As she set the glass down on the damp coaster in front of her, I leaned my nose against her cheek, inhaling her intoxicating perfume. She relaxed into me, her slender shoulder tucking perfectly against me. My fingers curled around her far hip and she seemed to melt into the soft leather bench we sat on.

We sat in amicable silence for a while, indulging in each other’s warmth and presence. It's one of the things I have always admired about my girl; she never, even when we were still getting to know one another, needed to fill the air with idol blather. Now over a year later we could sit like this for the rest of the night and just be, drinking our drinks in complete silence until one of us needed something else.

As if reading my mind, Dani excused herself and grabbed her purse. I rose to allow her to slip from our booth. I offered her a hand to help her up, and squeezed her fingers as she stepped away. I was drawn to her hips as she slowly walked toward the ladies’ room. The soft grey silk of her dress slithered over her slight curvaceous form, taking my eyes on a sweet ride down her bare back to settle where the open V meets her lower back. The dimples above her ass teasingly winked at me.

Stopping short but a few feet away, Danica turned and caught me staring. She smiled with a small shake of her head, as if she was not terribly surprised to have found me out. She took the three steps back to me before hooking her finger nail over one of my shirt buttons, the first one buttoned halfway down my chest.

“Sammy,” she said softly, her eyes down turned and looking at her finger. “I could use another drink,” she admitted.

I smiled at her before depositing a kiss on her perfectly pouty lips. “Of course.”

With a small smile meant, Danica turned and headed towards the ladies room. I enjoyed the view of the sparse light dancing across her sleek curves until she disappeared around the dark corner where the restrooms were.

Making my way to the bar, I waved down the bartender to place my order. As I waited, I risked a glance at my watch.

10:30

Made him almost an hour late at this point. Man can not read time, I swore. Someday I’ll have to sit his handler down with him and have him go over the finer points of reading a clock. The bartender placed a glass and a bottle in front of me. I opened my wallet to snag some money when a familiar hand grabbed the bottle. With a put-out sigh, I looked at the bartender. “Can we get another one?” The petite blond smiled as I turned to face the beer thief. “Nice of you to join us,” I admitted teasingly.

His only response was a single middle finger as he upended and drained the bottle. “Love you too, Ari,” I mumbled as I lay a kiss on his stubbled cheek. “But you are buying the next round.”

I grabbed Danica’s drink and my new beer and headed back to the booth in the far corner. Looking up, I saw my girl serpentine her way through the tables as she headed in the same general direction. Taking a slug out of my beer, I hold her drink out to her as she reaches the table. She wraps her fingers around the already sweating glass before kissing my cheek.

“Thank you.”

I smiled. “Levinson-”

“Is here,” the man himself interrupted, his arms outstretched, a new beer neck in one hand, an unlit cigarette in the other, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

Dani smiled at him. “Nice of you to finally join us,” she jested as he kissed her cheek.

“Wouldn't have missed it,” he teased with a wink as she set her clutch and drink on the table. Dani just laughed at him as she slid onto the bench seat of the booth, sliding toward the center of the horseshoe shape.

Ari and I locked eyes for a second before bursting into broad grins. “Good to see you, my man,” I mumbled as we engulfed each other in a huge hug. It’s been only a few weeks since we last saw each other, the agency’s schedule keeping us from losing track of each other for long.

Finally we were given some down time. Danica’s schedule kept her busy and she was rarely able to break away so I was more than pleased when the three of us could arrange to spend some quiet time together in the city. And we are taking this opportunity to explore something I have wanted to try.

As Ari and I settled into the booth, Danica smiled at the two of us, shaking her head.

“What?” Levinson asked her, an infectious smile spreading across his face.

She continued to shake her head. “Nothing. Just you two. You would think you hadn't seen each other in months rather than what? 10 days?” she teased us.

“Don’t be jealous,” he teased back. Ari pointed two fingers at me, cigarette poised between them, though his eyes were on her. “Sammy was mine first.”

“Don't I know it,” Dani replied with a mocking roll of her eyes.

I wave my hands through the air. “There is more than plenty to go around, I assure you.”

The two of them shared a knowing smile before turning back to their drinks.

I returned from the restroom to find Ari helping Danica to her feet. He smiled at me as he laced his fingers through hers, her eyes on me. I kissed her softly, as I reached for her purse still on the table. "We good?" I asked.

Danica took the small bag from my fingers as she nodded. "I think we are," she said, a soft smile on her lips, her eyes dark from the nerves in her system.

The walk back to the hotel was short, just a few blocks. But the three of us are in no rush, taking this time to just enjoy each other. I slipped my arm around Danica, perfectly tucking my girl against me. As she laughed at some stupid human trick Levinson attempted on the other side of her, I kissed the side of her head, savoring the smell of her.

We reached the hotel’s door, Ari waved us in, as he lit a cigarette. "I can find my way," he promised with a nervous flick of his fingers.

Both of us offering him a small nod, I opened the door and pressed my hand to Dani's lower back, ushering her into the hotel's lobby. Silently we found our way to the elevator. As the doors closed in front of us, I tangled her into my arms, noting the slight tension in her back that wasn’t there when we were at the bar. Sweeping my hand down her curves, I let my fingers linger at the small of her back, one finger dipping under the silk of her dress, against her skin, slowly moving back and forth. She melted into me with a soft sigh. I kissed her forehead which she leaned against my lips.

When the elevator sounded that we had arrived at our floor, Dani straightened, hooking her fingers over mine at her back. With a smile she walked through the door first, our hands joined at her lower back.

Once we were in our room, she laid her purse on the bar in the corner before leaning down to the fridge below. She set a bottle of beer out for me as I settled on the stool across the marble from her. She smiled faintly as she dropped two ice cubes in a glass, and splashed a few fingers of straight whiskey in the glass. With a silent toast, she clinked her glass to the lip of my bottle and took a hearty sip as she walked around the bar. I beckoned her toward me with a small nod, and swiveled my seat to face her. She stood between my open legs, with a small smile on her face. Putting her glass on the bar top next to my hand, she left a lingering kiss on my lips. “You ready for this?” she whispered.

I laughed softly. “Are you?”

Before she could answer, there was a soft knock on the door. As I started to stand to get it, Danica laid her hand against my arm, stilling me. With a shy smile, she headed towards the door.

I heard the door open and there was a palpable silence that filled the room. The click of the dead bolt echoed through the space. And then nothing. No voices, no movement, no anything.

After a few torturous moments, I stood up and moved so I could see the door, beer bottle still in my hand. Standing just inside of the entryway, Danica and Ari stood close, their heads bowed toward each other. But they were looking at each other, really looking at each other as if for the first time though they had known each other for over a year.

After several heartbeats, Levinson carefully curled a hand around her neck, under her hair. Dani’s eyes fluttered shut at his touch. Instead of dragging her towards him, Ari stepped into her space. His empty hand landed at her waist. "Hey, sweetheart," he mumbled before ghosting his parted lips over hers, just gliding them before laying a kiss on her cheek. "You gonna be ok with this?" I heard him whisper.

Danica swallowed before opening her eyes. With a slight nod, she melted into him, her body cleaving to him as his lips settled over hers. Having known him most of my adult life, I had seen Ari kiss women before, but I don't think I had ever seen him kiss a woman so gently, reverently. He kissed her like a man savoring an over ripe piece of fruit on the vine, the last berry of the season.

Danica, my sweet girl, followed his slow steady lead, her hands coming up to rest on his wrists as he moved her slightly, angling her head perfectly to allow him to kiss her fully. I moved silently toward them, leaning against the wall for a better view as Danica’s head tipped back and I watched Ari’s tongue slide into her mouth, searching, seeking, and swirling.

His hands moved over her neck, down her shoulders. Once they reached her upper arms, her hands fell from his wrists, and she slithered her fingers over his shoulders. He hummed as I saw her fingers tighten in his sun-kissed messy locks. His hands hooked over her elbows, drawing her closer to him, pulling her into him. One of his hands moved to her lower back to the very V that has been drawing my hand like a siren of mythical proportions all night. Danica’s back ached and she wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling closer to him.

With a heavy sigh, Ari pulled his lips from hers. I watched as they both stood with their eyes closed, foreheads pressing against each other as they both pant, a little breathless. I watched him lick his lips, taking a little of the shine from them as he swallowed. Dani twisted her head a little and opened her eyes. Her eyes fell on mine, and I saw her grey eyes were dark. She smiled and I noticed most of her lip gloss was gone.

I looked at Levinson, and saw him watching me. We smiled at each other, and he slid his hands to her hips, and began backing her into the wall, his eyes never leaving mine.

Dani’s eyes fell shut, her head tipped back as he ran his mouth over her neck, nipping and sucking. With her shoulders firmly planted against the wall, the rest of her cleaved to him, moans filtering out with each brush of teeth, tongue and lips. One of his hands found its way to her shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress down her arm. Ari laid a gentle nip on the round of her shoulder, his mouth chasing his hand down her arm. Dani pulled free from the arm hole of the dress, and cradled his head in her hand, encouraging his exploration of her soft skin. His mouth found its way back to her neck, pausing for a moment, his nose hovering over her skin. I knew what he was smelling, that was one of my favorite parts of her. I love tucking my nose into her neck. The soft scent of her, accented with the spicy notes of her perfume. It was a heady mixture, stronger than any drink or drug I have ever tried.

Levinson groaned as if he read my mind. His far hand pushed at the other strap, and soon her dress was pooled at her waist, being held up only by her ass pressed to the wall and the front caught on Ari’s belt buckle.

Her pale skin shimmered, almost translucent against Ari’s tanned skin. His most recent assignment, the one he sweet talked me into, had him out in the sun for the past few years and his skin was darker than it had ever been. It was the stark contrast between their skin tone I noticed as his hand reached up to cup one of Danica’s apple sized breasts. His thumb licked over the rusty pink nipple that begged for his touch. Brushing his lips over hers, Ari kissed her, the tenderness still there, but there was more of an urgency than there was earlier. Dani leaned further against the wall and I watched as her knee crept up his outer thigh, moving to hook over his hip. Ari responded by arching his pelvis into her, making her whimper into his mouth.

Abruptly, Levinson stepped away from her, tugging her hands out of his hair, and pulling her way from the wall. With one small step, her dress fell to her feet leaving her standing before us both in nothing but a pair of black silk panties and her heels.

[navybrat817]

Ari is like Robin Hood as a thief!

Very much so, nonnie! He steals back items and may also steal from those who take advantage of or abuse their wealth. He will every now and again steal from Ransom for shits and giggles, but nothing to cause a lot of trouble. Hehe. 😇😈

Love and thanks! ❤️

[jtargaryen18]

30 Days of Chris

The Stories

A super fantastic collection of stories about Chris and his characters. I’m just blown away. I never expected this type of response to a humble challenge. Thank you so much! We’re here until June 30th!

There are a variety of themes and story types. Mind the tags and warnings. Please read responsibly.

FICS

Andy Barber

Dirty Game @ozarkthedog

Happy Birthday, Mr. Barber @imanuglywombat

It’s Not Your Fault @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Let Me Take Care of You @donutloverxo

Little Rose @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

Soaked Leather @ozarkthedog​

Those Snuggles @omega-nicole (Also Curtis Everett au)

Till Death Do Us Part @star-spangled-beard-burn

Ari Levinson

Tonight I’m Yours @jtargaryen18

Chris Evans

And They’re Always Glad You Came @jennmurawski13

Awful Day @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Baby Awe @angrybirdcr

Bananas For You @angrythingstarlight

Good Morning Showers @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Happy Birthday, Baby @smediumsmeatbae​

Hard to Get @jennmurawski13​

Hell Hath No Fury @nachtaiwrites​

I Want to Be Like You @evansxxx

Imagine Your Wedding @smediumsmeatbae

Magnetism @smediumsmeatbae

Make You Feel My Love @angrybirdcr

Pain of Being in Love @randomsevans

Pain of Being in Love Pt. 2 @randomsevans​

Poor Dodger @angrythingstarlight​

Practice @angrythingstarlight

Rainy Day @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​

Reconcile @stargazingfangirl18​

Vacation @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Have Lift Off @la-zerpussy

When I Feel I Can’t Go On @smediumsmeatbae

You are the Reason @angrybirdcr​

You’re Never Too Old @randomsevans​

Colin Shea

Goals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Neighbor from 6A @helenaeisenhower

Curtis Everett

Little Thief @lok1sgrl

To Forget @trillian-anders

Treason Train @threeminutesoflife

Frank Adler

Close @trillian-anders

Hayden (Harvard Hottie)

Bookends @evansweaters

Jake Jensen

Hot Girl Bummer @jtargaryen18​

Hot Girl Bummer Pt 2 @jtargaryen18​

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Jake Wyler

Tainted Love @nbarnes

Johnny Storm

Bad Idea @stargazingfangirl18

Fantastic Flamer @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Ice Blue Panties @jtargaryen18

Sweet Surprise @stargazingfangirl18

Kyle

Class Fight @nbarnes

Lucas Lee

So A Guy Walks Into a Bar @trillian-anders

Me (Playing it Cool)

We Gotta Watch the Wet Bandits @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Mike Weiss

Love the Way You LIe @donutloverxo

Nick Vaughan

The Look @denisemarieangelina

Paul Diskant

First Day @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Baby Driver @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Criminal @trillian-anders

Guidance @donutloverxo

Remember to Forget Me @angrythingstarlight

You Can’t Be Serious @randomsevans

Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy”

Cold as Ice @hettie-drysdale

Crazy About You @donutloverxo

Pretty Baby @jtargaryen18

Pretty Baby pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Daddy Can’t Save You Now, Princess @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Steve Rogers

A First Goodbye @whateveriwant​

Acceptance @nekoannie-chan​

Another Dimension @nekoannie-chan

Another Night In @beetlejuicelover

Another Night In Pt 2 @beetlejuicelover

Birthday Fun @donutloverxo​

Blood Roses @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Charm-ed  @nekoannie-chan

College Sweetheart @star-spangled-beard-burn

The Club @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Destiny @nekoannie-chan

Down With the Ship @brooklyn-1918

Elevator Dings @americasass91​

Esperando @nekoannie-chan​

The Fashion Show @denisemarieangelina​

Finger Painting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

Fluffy Alphabet @donutloverxo

The Habit @randomsevans

The Habit pt 2 @randomsevans

His @omega-nicole

Ice Cream Date @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

I’m a Slave 4 U @ne-gans​

June 13th @cevansgirl

Mommy Dearest @donutloverxo

Murder, He Wrote @sophiria

No Good To My Heart, Darlin @omega-nicole

Not a Lady @donutloverxo

Old-Fashioned Man @denisemarieangelina​

The One Thing You Can’t See @myoxisbroken

Ready of Not @navybrat817

Regrets @nekoannie-chan​

Reunited @stargazingfangirl18​

Rose @randomsevans​

Ruby Digits @whateveriwant

Shy @nekoannie-chan​

Soft @omega-nicole

Special Delivery @chrisevansdaddycap​

Stay @omega-nicole​

Still His @omega-nicole​

Stolen Raindrops @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​

Sweet Surprise @suzieqsez​

Where You Belong @chuuulip​

Wildest Dreams @angrythingstarlight​

Words @omega-nicole​

Worthy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

ART

Finger Painting (Moodboard) Fic by @chris-evans-indian-fanfic Art by @donutloverxo

Ice Cream Date (Moodboard) Fic by @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Art by @donutloverxo​

[navybrat817]

Has no one asked about the thief yet, or have I missed it? 👀

Eva, you can check out a glimpse of our thief here. A Robin Hood of sorts, but still makes money. 😉 And @targaryenvampireslayer pointed, his vehicle of choice has plenty of room to fool around in. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys

[navybrat817]

Oh I want either the thief or the Investor whoever will have me 😭😭💖

Lucky for you, Kes, the thief or the investor will both have you. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys

[navybrat817]

I'd really like to know more about my potential Thief husband please 😍

Hi, nonnie! You can check out some info on our thief here, but happy to discuss more specifics if anyone is interested. 🥰

Love and thanks! ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys