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Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute

A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22​ but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘

“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.

But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.

3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.

“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”

You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).

It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.

Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.

You’re not alone. Never in New York.

You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.

The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.

The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.

“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.

He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.

You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.

“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.

“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.

“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.

You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.

“Thank you.” You finally let out.

“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.

He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.

“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.

“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.

“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.

“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.

“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”

“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.

“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.

“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.

“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”

You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”

“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”

“Oh really?”

“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”

You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.

“Fine.” You let out.

“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”

“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”

He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”

He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.

“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.

Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”

Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”

Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.

Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”

Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”

Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”

Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”

Y/N: “Fair enough.”

Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”

Y/N: “In a mug.”

Nick: “Funny.”

Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”

Nick: “Shoot.”

Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”

Nick: “I’m a musician.”

Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”

Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”

Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”

Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.

“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.

“It’s pretty late-”

“I should let you go-”

You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.

"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."

Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.

"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."

"Fine.”

"Goodnight, [Your country]."

“Goodnight, Nick.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.

HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

Put it on my Tab

Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky. 

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank. 

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze. 

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top. 

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed 

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?" 

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer. 

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.” 

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.” 

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.” 

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip. 

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…” 

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift. 

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.” 

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off. 

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip. 

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you. 

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side. 

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile. 

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek. 

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen. 

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.” 

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle. 

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice. 

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly. 

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her. 

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor. 

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically. 

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock. 

She shook her head. 

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her. 

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed. 

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her. 

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down. 

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.” 

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her. 

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.” 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word. 

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper. 

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers

Roped Up

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage

You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.

“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.

“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.

“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.

He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.

Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.

“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”

“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.

He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.

“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.

“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion

“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.

Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.

Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.

Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.

He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.

“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”

Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.

He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.

He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.

All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.

His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.

“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.

Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.

“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.

He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.

“More” you moaned. It was all he needed

Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.

Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.

The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.

“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.

“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.

He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.

He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.

“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.

You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.

Ok what about where Andy barber, Jacob and his (Andy)'s wife, reader lived together happily and peacefully. Until one day, lauri who got out jail and visits them.

Our Home

A/N: FINALLY. enjoy. 💕☘️

Life was bliss with you and the boys.

Jacob was getting home schooled, Andy moved to practising law privately and you got to cook them dinner every night when you came from work. With Laurie securely in jail, while worries clouded your mind in the middle of the night, they were also subdued when Andy rolled over, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.  

“Ok so this guy walks into a bar…” Andy waved his beer over the cleaned plate in front of him.

It was a regular Wednesday night dinner, the plates of your delicious dinner cleared, warm artificial light filled the room as the boys took turns trying to make you laugh with bad jokes.

“No, you used this one last month, that isn’t fair!” Jacob groaned.

“Hey hey, let me finish!” Andy hushed him.

“Ok so he walks into-“ Interrupted by a knock at the door.

You all froze. No one ever came to the door anymore. Especially not this time at night.

Andy rose from his seat; you grabbed his forearm.

“Wait maybe it’s not a good idea honey.”

“It’s fine.” He kissed your forehead and patted Jacob’s head as he made his way to the front door.

You put your hand on Jacob’s, rubbing it softly “Hey, you’ll be ok, he protects us remember.” He gave you a small smile and nod.

You heard him walk to the door and the shuffling sounds of the door opening.

“No no no don’t do that! Don’t fucking touch me.” Andy’s voice rose and you got up in instinct.

“Yeah Laurie, look I don’t care you’re not allowed to be here it’s a court order.”

“Please don’t let her in here Y/N.” Jacob gave you a pleading whisper.

“Go up to your room, ok honey? We’ll come and see you soon. It’ll be ok.” You pulled his fringe back from his head.

He nodded, holding back tears. Getting up quickly and moving up the stairs.

You came up behind Andy, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Oh, so you’re with her now? That fucking slut?” Laurie spat at your presence.

“Hey! Hey! You don’t get to talk to her like that. You don’t get to come here and disturb the peace. Now if you don’t get off OUR property in the next 2 minutes, I will make sure you go straight back to jail.”

You cowered behind Andy, trying to hide your tears at her hurtful words, you weren’t a homewrecker by any means. Your relationship started as colleagues, you were a shoulder to cry on, with Andy everyday through all the tribulations and trial. He slept on your couch 3 times a week to get away from it all, never once pulling a move. Your relationship started after she went to jail and the divorced was finalised.

Laurie growled, lunging for you, deep rage in her eyes. She didn’t make it far before Andy’s quick reflexes pushed her back with minimal effort, back out the door.

“THAT’S IT I’M CALLING.” He slammed the door, marching to his phone in the kitchen.

“Andy, she’s not worth it… she’s harmless.” You followed him.

“I don’t care! Nobody lays their hands on you in your own home. That’s not fucking ok. She may seem harmless but I’m not going to let her get away with that.”

He picked up his phone, holding it to his ear. Hand on your wrist, pulling you close.

“Hi, I’d like to report an attempted assault… yeah we have cameras.”

Once the police arrived and you filed the report with Andy closely by your side refusing to leave. You both made your way up to Jacob’s room.

Sound asleep in bed, you both decided you’ll talk to him tomorrow, both exhausted and not wanting to wake him.

You crawled up against Andy in bed. His grip on you still tight and tense.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, you know?”

“I know, she won’t bother us again we’ll get the restraining order.”

“Not just her, anything in life. My top priority will always be keeping you two safe.”

“I know. That’s why you’re the best baby.” You smiled up at him.

He placed a small kiss on your forehead. Pulling your chin up to meet him with his thumb and his pointer, he placed another soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

what about Reader been a brat and trying to embarrassed lloyd Hanson, who is trying to patient and has no choice to punish her

You're Not Sorry

Lloyd hadn’t really done anything in particular to piss you off. You just decided that you weren’t getting enough attention from the man. 

So, you felt tonight was the perfect occasion for your brand new little black dress. Also, because you told Lloyd you’d meet him at the party. His words ringing in your ear as you adjusted the position of the lace up panel to cover your bare pussy. 

“This is a very important work event for me baby, lots of important partners there so please wear something nice.”

It’s his fault really, nice is a very polarising word. You personally found this dress, nice, Lloyd on the other hand probably wouldn’t let you leave the house in it. 

Oh well, too late now. 

You made your way into the event, heels clacking against the marble stairs towards the entrance. You could feel eyes following your every move and the subsequent scoff from the wives who had caught their husbands’ eyes on your barely covered ass. 

Perfect, the dress was working. 

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the attendant, you looked for your lover amongst the group. But it was too late because his eyes had already found you, most likely following the murmurs and chokes that were let out when you finally made your way inside. 

He immediately, b-lined for you. His broad figure stood over you, his blue eyes now dark with anger,

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed through clench teeth.

“You said wear something nice, this is nice.” You gestured towards your dress. Eyes innocently gazing at him.

“You look like a fucking whore.” He spat in your ear.

“Oh well.” You smirked.

“We are lea-“

“Lloyd!” He was cut off by the sudden appearance of an equally attractive man. Arguably a little older than Lloyd but no less handsome. He maintained a healthy head of salt and pepper hair, his top buttons undone, revealing a hard chest. 

“Spencer! Hi… how are you.” Lloyd stutters as he went to accept the man’s outstretched hand in a shake. 

Lloyd never stutters let alone gets intimidated by another man. Oh shit. This guy was important. Time to really turn up the heat. 

“And whose this beauty?” The man turned towards you clearly checking you out as his eyes drank in the sight of you. 

You caught a glimpse of Lloyd’s face, pure rage at this point, the vein on his forehead pulsating slightly, as sweat started to form.

“Y/N.” You outstretched your hand in which his took in his, delicately kissing it. 

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all mine sir”

“Please call me Spencer.”

“Spencer.” Still holding his hand in yours.

“She was just leaving Spencer.” Lloyd eyed you, giving you a look that read “You better fucking stop it’s not funny anymore.” 

“Nonsense, I haven’t even treated her to a drink yet.”

Spencer’s eyes never let yours.

“I’d love one.”

“Well let’s not keep you waiting shall we” Spencer’s arm clasped your waist, leading you towards the bar. Leaving Llloyd to trail closely behind. 

After getting 2 martinis, Spencer led you towards a secluded seat in the back of the venue.

“Here honey, there’s no room for all of us, you’ll be more comfortable on my lap anyways.” Pulling you on top of him, your ass fell to his hardening cock. 

“So, Lloyd, about this deal.”

The men drank and negotiated, you never leaving your spot-on Spencer’s lap, toying with his tie. 

Lloyd sat across from you both, swirling his scotch, eyes never leaving you as jealousy and anger burned inside of him.

You yawned as their talk of teams and assets bored you.

“Something wrong beautiful?” Spencer turned his head to you in his lap, hand coming up to pull some hair off your face. 

“I’m just feeling a little tired, I think it’s time for my exit.”

“Great idea.” Lloyd jumped out of his seat, offering his head to you.

“It was great talking to you Spence, but I think we should save this for some time next week.”

“No agreed, it is a party after all.” He stood up from his seat, a boner presents against his dress pants. Lloyd managed to get a quick glance only furthering his anger.   

“Y/N, honey, here’s my card. Call me if you ever need anything… that is if Mr. Hansen here ever lets you out of his sight.” He eyed off Lloyd before bringing his attention back to you.

“Thank you so much for tonight, Spencer.” You slipped the card in your cleavage. He leaned down towards your ear. 

“We should do it again sometime.” He whispered, nipping your lobe lightly before pulling away. 

“Lloyd.” 

“Spencer.” The man left you both in the area alone.

You immediately went to wrap your arms around Lloyd. He pulled away, pushing you off him by your shoulders. 

“Don’t fucking touch me. Car. Now.”

Too stunned to speak you made your way outside towards Lloyd’s car. Annoyed at his sudden rejection of you. 

You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs at the excitement at what was to come. 

After what felt like ages of you sitting in the passenger seat. Lloyd joined you in the car, reversing out without even so much as a hi.

You drove in silence as Lloyd raced down the empty highway in his sports car. His knuckles whitening as he gripped the wheel. 

You finally arrived home, car parked out the front, his hands still on the wheel. 

“Go upstairs, get on your knees and wait.”

You made your way upstairs quickly, almost tripping in your heels as you raced up the stairs. Settling yourself on the carpeted floor, you held your hands behind your back and waited.

 2 minutes turned into 20 but you didn’t dare move a muscle, eyeing the security camera in the corner of the room.

Lloyd strolled into the room, closing the door behind him.  He swirled the old-fashioned glass in his hand, he seemed calm… too calm. Taking a gulp of the dark brown liquid. 

The silence was shortly broken as he threw it at the wall, the glass shattering on impact leaving a wet spot on the white wall.

You flinched at the sound.

“You stupid fucking slut.” He spat

Your eyes falling to the floor.

“You could have fucked up a 500-million-dollar deal in there, and you bet your ass you’re gonna pay for it sunshine.” He smirked, forcing your chin up to look him the eyes. 

He ripped his zipper down in a single motion, unbuckling his tight white pants, whipping out his harden cock.

“Open.” He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your hair back. You winced at the sudden pull. 

He didn’t even give you time to ease his pulsating member into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat, you gagged at this sheer size.

Letting him use your mouth to satisfy his desire to have his cock soaked with your spit and tears. 

Once has he had finished his assault on your tender mouth, a mascara and tears combination dripping down your cheeks, lipstick smeared around your mouth. 

“Good girl. Stand up.” You scrambled to your feet, wobbling slightly after so much time on your knees. He pulled you by your neck to lick the tears off your cheeks, a smear of black transferring to his tongue forcing your mouth open with his thumb and then he promptly spitting it back down your throat.

His hands ran down towards the lines on your dress, trailing his fingers down each individual string holding your dress together.

His hands grabbing the fabric on either side.

“You humiliated me.” A sudden rip had formed at the top of your dress, revealing your flushed decolletage 

“Flirted with another man in front of me.” Another rip, this one revealing your breasts as they bounced at the sudden release.

“And disobeyed me… on purpose.” The final rip, your dress now in two parts on either side of your body, you stood naked in front of him, your heat dripping at the sudden exposure of air. 

“No panties you really are a fucking whore.”

You whispered a meek sorry.

“What did you just say? Sorry? Look at you, you’re dripping with arousal, you are clearly not fucking sorry. But don’t worry you will be.” He pushed you back onto the plush mattress. 

“Turn over.”

You got into your submissive position, head in the mattress, ass high in the air. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. You could feel the red mark on your ass forming but not before he landed another on the other cheek. 

“Youve been such a dirty girl showing yourself off. Hope you enjoyed tonight because you will never do that again.” Another harsh slap fell onto your ass;

“Yes daddy.”

His thick tip tickled the folds of your pussy, painstakingly teasing your hole, avoiding your aching clit completely 

“Do you want this baby? You want daddy’s cock in you?”

“Yes, please daddy please I need it.”

“I know you need it, but do you deserve it.”

“No daddy but I promise I’ll be good.”

Without warning he plunged into your needy hole, starting his assault on your core;

“Do you think Spencer could fuck you this good baby?”

“No daddy.. no.. he couldn’t” Your words came out as a mumbling as you tried to focus on responding to Lloyd, eager not to prolong the orgasm longer than it will be; 

“Such a dirty slut for me. Your daddy’s slut isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, daddy just yours, only Lloyd’s dirty little slut.”

“Good girl…” his hands smoothed over your ass as he continued to plummet into you 

“Still fucking disrespected me” he interrupted the moment of tenderness with another hard slap on your rump. 

He pulled your hair back roughly, “Twerk on my cock, make me cum.”

You immediately did what you were told, bouncing your ass onto his cock, moaning at the new angle that came with the push of your ass down to his base. 

His hands fell to your hips, gripping them roughly to help guide you onto him. 

You could feel his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit, your knees started to give at the euphoric sensation of pleasure and pain, the sting of your ass still present as continued to hit your g-spot.

You reached your hand between your legs desperate to touch your aching nib. Your hand was pulled away by a sudden jerk, your wrists now pinned behind your back. 

“Nah-uh sunshine you’re not allowed to cum.”

His hands sneaking underneath you to support your weight. Grabbing your boobs in his hands with a harsh squeeze, leaning over you to trap your arms between your back and his body. 

“Yeah, baby oh yeah daddy’s gonna cum, yeah you want daddy to put babies in you? You going to be a good cum dumpster for daddy’s load?”

“Ah huh.” You let out a groggily moan

“That’s not a fucking answer.”

“Yes, daddy please give it to me, I want it inside of me.”

“Good.” He released inside of you, his seed shooting into your pelvis, filling you up fully. 

He pulled out with a groan, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, collapsing on the mattress as cum slowly oozed out of you.

Lloyd licked his fingers, quickly shoving the creamy release back into you.

“Gotta keep it all in there.” 

“You gonna help me finish daddy?”

“I told you bad girls don’t get to cum didn’t I?”

“But Lloyd… I…”

“No, arguments or I’ll make it a week. This is your punishment now get into bed.”

You crawled upwards and under the covers, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth inside of you.

He pulled you into him,

“Maybe tomorrow if you can prove that you’ve learnt your lesson you can cum ok sunshine?”

“Ok daddy.”

“Good. Now sleep.”

You cuddled him close, trying to ignore the ache between your legs.

soulmate au where when your soulmate draws something on their body it also appears on yours. please do andy barber x reader

Sparks Fly

A/N: Short but cute. I'm not super good at fantasy AU (first time) but I hope this is sort of what you wanted. It was fun to write but definitely a good challenge. Thanks for breaking me out of my comfort zone! I want go back! 🤠💕

Andy fiddled with his pen during witness interviews, half listening to the third person account and half letting Neal have a moment to feel like he was the big man; asking and responding to the witness. Andy was supposed to be taking notes, but he found himself doodling, on the notepad in front of him. What started off with random squiggles and unreadable shorthand, slowly turned into more intricate patterns as he realised the pressure he applied allowed for contrast in the strokes.

  After filling in most of the page, he needed a new canvas, eyeing up his hand he moved the pen ever so slightly to the skin between his thumb and his pointer, enjoying the feeling of the pen tip of his skin as he drew a small heart. Smiling down at his creation, small enough you wouldn’t be able to notice it as he went about his day to day, but big enough that he could enjoy the small joy he got from it. He admired his work, thinking about how good it would look like a tattoo on a more feminine hand. 

  You woke up, late as per usual and with 20 minutes before you had to leave to your job at the coffee shop you instantly sprinted out of bed, gathering your clothes from off the floor. 

  Reaching down to grab a clean pair of panties from the basket with your left hand you noticed the small, hand drawn heart that had appeared while you slept.

  The heart sat like ink on your skin, brushing it off as a mindless action from yesterday or a weirdly sweet prank by your roommate while you slept you made your way to the bathroom.

  Lathering your hands with soap you went to scrub away the scribble yet after 5 minutes of mindless palming frothy soap in your hands and attempting to scratch away the heart with your fingernails to no avail you were starting to get frustrated. Permanent marker you thought or maybe some weird temporary tattoo pen. 

  You quickly googled ways to remove a permanent drawing on your hand but all you got was tattoo removal in your area. But it wasn’t a tattoo, you’d never stepped foot in a shop and were petrified on needles. It sat on your skin so well, like it came up from your bloodstream and sat below the skin rather a minor attack from the outside. It wasn’t itchy or scabbing or bruised like most fresh tattoos. It just… was. Like a freckle or an inconspicuous mole. 

  Deciding that were already late and since the doodle wasn’t offensive, on your face or overtly obvious you went about getting yourself ready for work. Making your way out the door, keys in mouth while mid ponytail with minutes to spare. 

  Your day went on as usual, serving coffee to the local businessmen and women during their pursuit of caffeine. Ever so often you’d glance down at the minimalist “tattoo” while counting cash or handing over coffees. While you were still keen to get whatever toxic formula was used to create the inerasable mark you appreciated the joy that ignited in you whenever you looked at it. It released an intoxicating feeling, a strange mix of happy nostalgia and content. But it was just a little heart, right? By afternoon, you had settled that if you couldn’t get rid of it you wouldn’t mind the hand drawn ode to love on your hand. 

  But you would still have a go at your roommate about drawing on you while you slept. 

  “Hi gorgeous.” You internally groaned at the tall, cocky man who had appeared in front of you. Forcing a smile for the man.

  “What can I get you?” 

  “I’ll have a black coffee and um…” He turned around to meet the man who entered in closely behind him. 

  “Andy what do you want?”

  “Just a coffee please.” His acquaintance’s smile at you was softer and less creepily threatening. He was clearly tired but that couldn’t overshadow his handsomeness. His button up shirt fitted snugly against his arms and chest. His slight scruff on his chin was well kept. The man clearly took care of himself, and you couldn’t help but notice the intoxicating smell of his cologne as he approached the counter. 

  “Great two coffees, one black coming up.” You smiled back.

  “Your coffee.” You gestured to the handsome lawyer. 

  “Thank you so much.” He walked over to you holding out his hand as you held out his takeaway cup and there it was.

  An identical heart on the very same hand as yours. In the very same position. And in the very same style.

  You both paused when you noticed each other’s relative markings. 

  “Is that a tattoo?” He gestured to yours, breaking the silence first.

  “Umm no I woke up with it this morning, it’s weird it won’t come off. Is yours?”

  “No, I just drew mine on me this morning while I was distracted.” His nervousness present in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair.

  “That’s… odd.” Your head running with plausible reasoning, confusion present on your face.

  “Really odd.” His eyes honed into your hand. 

  “I’m Andy by the way.” He held out his decorated hand. 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand back, with your decorated hand. 

  A sudden zap between the contact caused you both to startle. You made eye contact, both breathing out a laugh.

Frank and his girlfriend reader bringing mary to Disneyland, florida for the first time

The Happiest Place on Earth is with You

A/N: This was a great excuse to watch Gifted again! Admittedly, I have never been to Disneyland but I did my research! Hope you liked the little twist I slid in there. 💕

“Ok so first I wanna go on Space Mountain, and then the Seven Dwarves Mine Train, and then Y/N, I know scary things freak you out but please please please you have to come to Tower of Terror with us!”

“Ok easy kiddo we haven’t even gotten through the Gate.”

Frank and you had taken Mary to Disney for the first time ever and it was safe to say… she was losing her mind. 

You waited in line, head strained up to listen attentively to Mary on Frank’s shoulders.

“I’ll go on the Tower of Terror with you on ONE condition.”

“What???” 

“You have to come with me to get a princess makeover at the Boutique.”

Mary groaned, face planting into Frank’s head.

“Oh, come on sweet pea it’d do you some good to have your hair brushed for once.” Frank pulled the legs of his niece. 

“Not for her you idiot, for me! I want to be the princess!” Mary’s face came back up and it light up in glee.

“Yes, yes, yes, Frank Y/N can finally be a real life, Princess!”

“Look at her Mary she’s already a princess.” He moved towards you closing the space between you to stealing a kiss.

“Guysss you promised to not be weird today.”  

“Sorry kiddo can’t help it; you’ll understand one day.” Chris pulled her down off his shoulders so she could walk through the barrier scanning her Magic Band.

Making your way through the gates, Mary was already hyper.  

“I did some research and the average wait time for rides is 36 minutes, with each ride lasting about 8 minutes, giving time for entering, being properly secured and then exiting...” 

She clicked her fingers at you two pulling your gaze away from each other. 

“Pay attention! Then exiting that mean’s we’d spend on average 48 minutes on each ride and since you promised we could stay here till 9, that gives us 11 hours… factoring in meal times...”

“Hey Mary?” 

“Yeah...”

“No more calculations today, have fun and get high on sugar like the rest of the kids here.” Frank patted his hand on the young girl’s head.

“Besides Mars we won’t have to wait that long.”

You called Mary, Mars because that’s where her head seemed at most days and also because you thought she was destined to be the first person on Mars.

One time Frank tried to get in on the nickname, but Mary quickly shut up him down saying it was a special thing between you two only. 

Heck, he didn’t care he was just glad she had a female role model in her life. You’d known Mary since she was 3 and you two, despite your differences in practically everything, got on like a house on fire.

“Why’s that?” she enquired.

Frank reached into his back pocket, pulling out 3 fast passes.  

“No. You. Didn’t.” Her eyes widened at the golden passes in his hand. 

“I didn’t but Y/N did.”

You beamed at your favourite little girl. As she jumped on you suddenly. Embracing you in a gleeful hug 

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.”

“You’re welcome honey now let’s get started on that sugar… how about a… waffle?”

You didn’t think it was possible that such a small body could demolish Mickey waffles, Corn Dog Nuggets, Caramel Popcorn, half a turkey leg and a Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake all in the space of 2 hours. But that was Mary, constantly surprising you.

After your 3rd go on Space Mountain, you were finally able to drag the both of them to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

“Hi y’all what will it be today a Princess makeover for the little one.” The attendant peered over the stand, looking down at Mary.

“No, I have no interest in dressing up as a make-believe princess whose dependant on a man to save her, but this is my adult Y/N” 

The young girl gestured towards you

“Unlike the princesses in the movies, she’s actually real and much prettier than the CGI crap you guys spit out. We are here to get a crown fitted on her head which is my uncle Frank over here’s poor substitute for a wedding ring but at least he has his wits about him to treat her like a princess, so some deadbeat doesn’t come along to steal her from him and in turn me.”

Mary finished her spiel, meeting the attendants face whose eyes were practically bulging out of her head, she quickly blinked looking from the girl to you and Frank behind her, you both met her with a nervous smile as most people aren’t used to a 7-year-old talking like she’s straight out of a Tarantino movie. 

“A crown would be great thank you.” You managed to get out through clenched teeth. 

“Over there in the corner.” The attendant responded still in shock at what she just heard. Frank’s hand nudging Mary to move towards the display. All 3 of you quickly burst out with laughter. 

“For your information young lady, it’s not a substitute for a wedding ring its merely a temporary hold until I can afford to buy her the biggest diamond in the western hemisphere!” 

Mary gestured you to come down to your level “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” She whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry Mars, I have another thing to hold him down.” 

The two helped you pick out a shiny tiara with pearl detail attached to a headband with 2 pink puffy Mickey Ear’s bordering it. 

“How do I look?” You placed the headband on your head. 

You were met with big grins from both of them.

“Beautiful” Mary gushed

“Like I should start watching my back before some “deadbeat” steals you.” 

“Ok good we are ready for the Tower of Terror then!” You smiled nervously.

Mary was right, you really didn’t like scary things. 

As you got into the dark elevator, you breathe became a bit ragged, something about being cramped in a dark space with a bunch of people about to be propelled down an abandoned shaft made you queasy.

“Hey, it’s fine I got you.” Frank’s grip on your hand tightened. 

“Me too.” The little girl, looked up at you holding your other hand. Giving it a small squeeze. 

While you shrieked in terror at the sudden drop, the pairs hands never left yours and Frank quickly supported your weight when you felt you were about to fall over with fear. 

As you exited the ride Mary ran in front of you both turning towards you.

“See Y/N it wasn’t THAT scary.”

“Yeah, no it was totally fine... totally fine.” You choked out, hand massaging your throat as Frank practically carried you out of the exit. Both of his hands around your waist coaxing you forward. 

“Hey kiddo let’s sit down here for a sec and have a bite to eat.” Frank gestured her towards the table outside a food stand. 

When you were all settled and comfortable, munching a way at your 5th meal of the day. 

Frank cleared his throat. 

“Mary, do you know why we brought you to Disneyland?”

“Because it’s the happiest place on earth and this is where “normal kids” have the most fun?” 

“Yes, that but also because we might not be able to do trips just all 3 of us like this again in the future.”

Mary’s heart sank, her mind went to the worst, thinking you were leaving them, leaving Frank because he wouldn’t marry you. It was too late, and a deadbeat had already stolen you. She was about to lose another key person in her life and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Noticing the sudden sadness on her face, you placed your hand on hers.

“Mars honey, I’m having a baby.”

The sadness on her face was replaced with pure shock. A silence fell over the table, and you looked at Frank with worry. Before you could assure the young girl that you weren’t going to love her any differently, she left out an earth-shattering shriek.

“AHHHH OMG I’M GONNA HAVE A SIBLING! Omg we can play Legos and I can teach them Trachtenberg and we can go on the boat and-“

“Ok easy Kiddo let’s wait till it’s out her stomach first yeah?"

The little girl latched onto your neck, embracing you in a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re not leaving.” She whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you Mars.” Tightening your grip around her tiny frame in your arms.  

“She asleep?” Frank questioned.

You looked behind you towards the passenger seat seeing the sleeping child, head leaning on her shoulder, slumped in her seat. 

“Out like a light.” You smiled. 

You drove along the dark road illuminated by streetlights, a couple of streets away from home.

“I’d say she took the news well.” Frank smirked at you.

“Well? She almost exploded with joy.” You laughed softly hoping not to wake her up. 

Frank took your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing it softly. 

“If you’re anything like you are now with Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/N”

“I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

He pulled into your driveway.

Opening the passenger door, and carefully unbuckling her belt, weary not to wake her he pulled the sleeping kiddo out from the seat. He held her over his shoulder, holding his other hand out for you to take as you walked into the house after another amazing day. 

A request where ari levinson is married and meets his wife's sister, reader. she is a secret cam girl and is working in cafe shop. When ari found out about it, he wanted reader to give him "Service"

I’ll Take Care of You

A/N: I love Ari so this was a joy to write. BRING BACK THE LONG HAIR. Also the Camilla thing I hope everyone gets what I did there 😏  Hope this is what what you wanted and always If you liked it let me know!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Ari hoped to God his wife’s sister wasn’t as annoying her. Sure, she was nice to look out but she rarely put out and was a Grade A bitch. They had to planned to stay in the city she lived in for a weekend and 2 of his wife sounded like fucking hell. 

As he packed his bag for the weekend he was interrupted by the agitating, grating voice  

“Ariiiii!!!!”

 He gritted his teeth and forced a smile “yeah honey I’m in the bedroom”

 Camilla came prowling in the room, spotting his suitcase

 “Ha! No, you’re not bringing that… look at this it’s so old and worn.” 

 She pulled out his favourite blue button up, sure it was a little worn, but it was his favourite - who was she to tell him what to wear?

 He snatched it from her grip, “yeah no the shirt stays… come on… I love this shirt!”

 She made a scowl and shook her head in dismay 

 “Anyways, my sister said we can sleep in her spare room so cancel the hotel.”

 Great! Now she expects me to forfeit the grand he put down on the Hyatt. 

 He questions cancelling it in case he needs to escape the hell scape that will be the two sisters together. 

 Granted, he had never met her sister… only saw photos. She was a younger, better dressed and honestly prettier version of his wife but if her personality was anything like Camilla’s then he’d be turned off in an instant. 

 He threw the bags in and slammed the trunk closed. Buckling up with a sigh for what was going to be a long weekend. 

 They arrived at the sister’s apartment on the 3rd floor up with no elevator in which he expectantly carried all the bags up. He arrived at the door puffed out and sweat forming on his forehead. He dropped the excessively amount of luggage to run his hands through his hair. 

 “Don’t just dump them!” Camilla snarled at him

 “Sorry love” he returned a disingenuous smile 

 She knocked on the door and it instantly opened to her sister, but she looked different to the photos Ari saw scattered around the house.

 College had clearly made her bigger in a good way, her chest filled out her T-shirt gloriously and her shorts showed her delicious thick thighs, tanned from the sun, his adoring gaze on her was interrupted by the grating sound of his wife,

 “OMGGGG what happened to you? You look so fat!”

 You fucking bitch she looks better than you. 

 YOUR POV:

 You gave your sister a hesitant hug. “Ha-ha freshman 15 you know how it is.”

 This fucking bitch.

 With her in your arms you were able to get a decent look at her brooding husband who stood off to the wall behind her.

 He was incredibly handsome, more attractive than you’d think your sister would ever score. His thick head of hair rested just above his collar. He had a nicely trimmed beard and towered over you both, his head almost hitting the ceiling of your hallway. He huffed a strand from his head clearly sick of being your sisters pack mule. 

 He gave a knowing smirk and raised his eyebrows at you.

 Holy shit he can tell you’re staring. 

 “And who’s this?”

 “Oh yes, Y/N, you haven’t met my husband Ari!” She moved aside and he held out his free hand. His massive hand. You took it in yours and he squeezed it ever so slightly. Your heart jumped at the touch. 

 ARI POV:

 Holy shit she was checking me out. 

 Also seems like she finds Camilla just as irritating as I do given the scowl she made when Camilla had the audacity to comment on what I think is the hottest body I have ever seen. 

 “Come in, I’ll show you guys the spare room.”

 Won’t need it sweetheart I’ll be sleeping in your bed for sure.

 You settled into the modest spare room. Packing away your clothes as Camilla laid down and did fuck all on the bed. 

 Y/N appeared in the doorway leaning on the frame, peaking her head in. 

 “Hey guys I have to go to work are you two good here?”

 “We are fine sis, let us know if we can do anything!”

 “Um well my friend is driving me but I don’t have a way home and I’m closing so I might be a little late coming home cause I have to get the bus.”

 “Oh don’t be silly, Ari will pick you up after.”

 I didn’t know I’d be doing that but the further I’m away from you then fine. 

 “Yeah sure of course.” I smiled at her sister

 “Thank you I really appreciate that!”

 “No problem enjoy your shift.”

 I heard the front door close, and it was just me and my charming wife. Great!

 “Ari I’m exhausted after the drive I’m going to take a nap do you mind sitting in the living room?”

 Exhausted from doing fuck all.

 “Of course, love I’ll let you be.”

 I exited the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. She’ll be down for at least 4 hours the lazy bitch.

 Might as well look around now that I’m here. 

 Ari knew it wasn’t polite to snoop but what the hell was he was bored and had nothing to do.

 He ran his hands over all the Knick knacks on the bookshelf; the lucky cat, photos of her and her friends, succulents, and souvenirs from major cities. 

 She had good taste and he wondered what her bedroom looked like. 

 Moving across the room to the main bedroom door he opened it ever so slightly and peaked in

 “What the-“

 It had a bed. A table. A lamp. A clothes hanger – all normal stuff. But against the other wall was a pink velvet tapestry hung up over a black chaise sofa with a tripod camera set up in front of a ring light. 

 Maybe she did modelling or something. Fuck she’s pretty enough to.

 Ari spotted her open laptop on the bed. Dinging with notifications and he couldn’t help but have his attention drawn to the website pulled up, 

 CAMGIRLS.COM

 Holy shit.

 He quickly moved to the bed, closing the door behind him. Pulling the laptop towards him he scrolled through the page.

 CollegeGirl21 posted a new video 

 Ari couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his sister-in-law against the very same backdrop in her room but instead of the t-shirt and shorts, she was in a low-cut lace bodysuit, a cat mask covering her face but the legs and tits were unmistakably hers.

 Temptation got the better of him and he played the video.

 Slowly she started to rub her pussy through the bodysuit, and he could feel the hard on forming in his pants. 

 “Bigboy1990 thank you for the tip, Daddy, this is for you” she spoke to the camera 

 Holy shit she was getting paid for this shit!

 Slowly she pulled the fabric separating her fingers from her heat aside and started rubbing her lips, tantalising slow. 

 Ari had to release the now aching pain in his pants, putting his hand in them he pulled out his aching member. 

 Slowly he fisted himself as he watched her hand move. Matching her speed. He had to admit she was damn good at this, it felt like it was just him and her in the room. Listening to the word daddy fall from her lips drove him crazy. 

 Fuck he felt like such a creep watching his sister in law get herself off. Defending his choice that if he wanted to he could just go online and get the video himself, only thing immoral about this in his mind is that he wasn’t paying. But the way she looked at him today he doubt she’d ever second guess if he asked her to do it for him in person. 

 Before he knew it, he was cumming all over his hand not even halfway through the video and she already had him creaming but it wasn’t enough,

  he needed the real thing.

 She got off work in 2 hours. No wonder she needed to cam she was probably getting minimum wage for shit shifts. 

 In that moment he had decided that she’d never have to work in that shitty coffee shop again, as long as he was getting his fix of her. 

 Ari hopped in the cold shower, washing off the sweat and cum. His mind filled with thoughts of her thick thighs on his face, her little kitty tongue licking his large cock, the intoxicatingly hot taboo of fucking his wife’s sister. He needed to have her.

 He did one final look check to make sure Camilla was still asleep in bed. Out like a light. Perfect. He scribbled a quick note that he was picking up her sister and to be a nice brother-in-law he was going to take her to dinner after.

 Yeah, more like eat her pussy but that’ll do. 

 He drove across town, parking in the baron carpark. Checking his watch, he realised she was 15 minutes from the end of her shift. Peering into the café from his car he saw no one in there besides her stacking chairs on tables. Now was the time.

 YOUR POV:

 The bell over the door chimed. 

 “Hi sorry we’re clo-.” You looked up to see your deliciously handsome brother-in-law walk into the café. 

 “Hey it’s just me.” He locked the door behind him. Weird but you didn’t think too much into it.

 “Hey, sorry I won’t be long just stacking chairs.”

 “Here let me help.” He moved across the room towards you and started to stack the chairs in the same method.

 “About earlier, I didn’t think it was okay Camilla said that about your weight, I should have said something I’m sorry. if it’s any consolation I think you look great.” He gave you a weary grin.

 “Don’t worry about it she’s always been a bit-“

 “Of a bitch?” The word out of his mouth took you back a little.

 “I was going to say judgey but that fits too.” You chuckled in response

 “Shit sorry, our marriage... its... it’s not great but I shouldn’t be talking about her like that to her sister.” He seemed exhausted. 

 “Hey no I get it, I’m the one who lived with her for 16 years. I was kind of surprised she came home with someone like you.” 

 “Yeah well our marriage was more of a visa thing… I’m not from here despite my accent and we clicked at first but now I’m not so sure haha.”

 “Ahh well that makes a lot more sense as to why she’s married to someone actually attractive.” Holy shit you did not just call him attractive. 

 “Well thank you, out of curiosity how much does this place pay you?” 

 “$8 an hour.”

“Is that why you’re caming for money?”

 You dropped the chair in your hand, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. The air suddenly became thick, and you gulped harshly. Your mind spun with responses and questions. How does he know? Does he watch me? Has he always watched me? Is he going to tell my sister? 

 Ari moved closer to her slowly, picking the chair off the ground with one handlike it weighed nothing and putting it on the table.

 His hand inched towards your face, cupping your cheek in his palm.

 “You don’t have to do that ya know? I could take care of you.”

 He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He smelt like soap and musty cologne. His calloused thumb rubbed your cheek delicately. 

 With a sudden bout of courage, you reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips. He doesn’t hesitate, quickly returning the action, engulfing your face in his gigantic hands, and pushing you up against the table. 

His hands immediately go to your waist grabbing at your shirt to pull it over your head. 

You fumble with the buttons on his shirt desperately wanting to touch his bare chest. He frees you from your shirt and your boobs drop without the support of the fabric, he grips your hips and bring you close to feel his engorged member rubbing against your pussy. You reach between you two to palm his cock in his jeans, eager to free what is sure to be a massive cock from the confines of the denim. 

Ari quickly pulls away, his breath ragged “Is this what you want... me to take care of you?”

 “Ye– Yes.”

He grabs your jaw and pulls it up to look at him. “Yes what? Come on I saw what you call those fuckers on the website. What’s my name?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you tell him, big eyes looking into his dark blue ones, desperate for him to touch you again. 

He lowers his head to the valley of breast, sucking on your nipples, biting ever so slightly to elicit a grown from your lips. “Good girl” he grumbles.

“Please Daddy… I need it.”

“Am I going to be your only Daddy from now on princess.”

“Yes! Yes! I promise.”

“You promise baby girl?”

“I promise, Daddy.”

“Good girl, bend over.”

You’re bent over the table with your sister’s husband’s hands still on your hips. 

“So, fucking slutty for the camera, I wanna see if you’re like that in real life.” He pulls down your shorts, you wiggle your ass and Ari lands a spank on it, making you let out a loud cry.

“God no panties you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

You nod in agreement not daring to speak.

He crouches down between your cheeks, admiring the glistening mess between your legs. He leans in, desperate for a taste of your slutty cunt. 

“You got this wet for me? Does it turn you on fucking your sister’s husband?” His words vibrate against your pussy. 

“Mmm yeah, all for you, Daddy.”

Ari, groan at your response, his mouth salivating from a mix of your juices and pure desire. 

He unzips his jeans, positioning his cock at your entrance.

 “You’re clearly not a virgin baby but let’s see if you can take my cock. You’ll tell daddy to stop if it’s too much though, won’t you?”

 “I can take it I’m a good slut for Daddy.” 

 He groans in response “God, you’re so good for me baby, you’ve earned a treat.”

You can feel his bulbous tip against your hole, he moves it up and down, mixing his precum with your dripping juices. 

Slowly, he pushes in his thick member, you don’t think you’ve ever had someone so big before as he moves his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He pushes against your g-spot bottoming as he hits your cervix. 

Moans leave your mouth cs Ari begins his deep thrusts, loving the feeling of your warm hole wrapped tightly around him. 

“Your pussy feels so much better than your sisters, baby.” You whine in response. 

He begins to fuck you vigorously against the table, your tits hitting the cold surface, but it does little to soothe your hot skin. “You’re such a good little slut taking my cock.” Ari coos, but you’re a babbling mess as he continuously hits your spot. 

He reaches his hand around, pinching your swollen clit, the overstimulation causes the coil in your belly to tighten and your body to go limp with pleasure. 

Each stroke of his cock and pull of your clit makes you a quivering mess, begging for more. 

Ari pounds into you relentlessly. “You’re taking me so well baby, is daddy making you feel good?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back as his mouth blows hot air into your ear.

 “Yes. Yes… Daddy”

 You manage enough strength to twerk your ass on his cock, curses flow out of his mouth at the sudden sight of your ass rippling on his cock. The movement causes his cock to move further inside of you, heightening the pleasure for you both.

“Jesus, don’t stop that baby.” With his encouraging words you bounce your hips on his member, sliding yourself on his length.

Your moans increase, without fear of getting caught or anyone hearing. He places a sharp slap on your ass.

“If you’re gonna make noise it better, be you moaning Daddy or nothing at all.” Unsure if you’re up to the challenge you stay quiet muffling your sounds in your arms as you lay stretched out on the table. 

“You gonna cum on this cock? Want me to fill you up with Daddy’s cream baby… is that what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy please!”

“Don’t cum till I say so.”

With that Ari increases his speed, his balls slapping against your skin, causing your ass to ripple from the intense collision. His grip on your hips tightens and you scream at the endless assault of your g-spot.

“Please, please, please” You beg him to give you the word so you can release the build-up in your stomach now threatening to flow. 

“Ok cum baby.” Ari’s thrust get weaker as he finishes inside of you, his sperm gushing into your hole meeting the mess that was your cum rushing to exit, he pulls out to a loud splash on the floor. A mix of your juices seeps out of your now worn-out pussy. 

You threaten to fall to the ground with it until Ari’s strong hands catch you in his grip, pulling you up with him, he turns you around to rest on his chest. 

You both stay in the spot for what seems like ages, catching your breath and waiting for your legs to return to normal. 

He pushes a strand of hair off your sweaty forehead, kissing it tenderly.

“Shit now I have to clean that up.” You giggle into crook of his neck.

“No, you don’t, you don’t work here anymore.”

“Ari, I can’t just quit.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll send you a cheque once a week, more than enough to cover rent. You just have to promise the only cam shows you’re giving from now on are for me.”

“But what about Cam-... oh, shit Camilla she’s going to wonder what’s taking us so long!”

“I told her I took you out to eat, don’t worry about her from now on she’s my problem ok baby?”

“Ok.”

Ari helped you place your clothes back on slowly and helped you into the car. 

You’d probably feel guilty about fucking your sister’s husband if she wasn’t such a bitch.

But for now, you didn’t have to work, and you had Daddy’s cock all to yourself. 

Helping Hand

Pairing: Bestfriend!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Breeding, impregnation, mating press, p in v, no protection, foreplay, cunnilingus, implied alcohol (can be ignored if you don’t drink, because neither :) ), Beefy!Ari (6,4), check-ins, body worship, mutual praise, kink slight scent kink, size kink

Nicknames: Baby, Sweetheart, Princess, Darling, Mommy

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: This was a request from @adoreyouusugar and let me just say she has the patience of a saint, because she requested this ages ago. Just want to say that I’m so sorry; I really hope you like it and it lives up to what you wanted.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

“And here’s your drink, and there’s mine.” Ari placed the sparkly purple and blue drink on the coaster in front of you and then seated himself on the plush velvet barstool next to you holding up his whiskey glass waiting for you to clink your glass against his. You let out a small titter, picking up your glass “to a quiet night between friends.” Ari announced.

“To friendship and your extremely successful bar.” You added.The sound of your glasses colliding briefly covered the slow sombre tunes that Ari had playing through the bars speakers.

Ari took a quick sip and you followed suit, smiling at the lovely tasting drink he had made for you “It’s not that successful.” He stated humbly.

“You’re being way too modest right now. This place is packed almost every single day, it's rare to be able to get a place on the dance floor let alone a seat at the bar. People were almost rioting when you said you were closing early tonight. Those girls sitting at the bar watching you like hawks were especially angry.’

“Well, I have a very special person with me so of course I would close early.” You let out a series of dry laughs, causing Ari’s deadpan expression to turn into a frown. He placed his free hand on yours “Im being serious. You’re one of my only friends.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took your hand back and began to dramatically list “What about Steve, Bucky, Sam, Lloyd-“

“Don’t mention those guys. They get on my nerves.” He sighed, eyebrows pinching together as he facepalmed.

“Sure they do.” You chortled “that’s why they come here and hang out with you every other day.”

“The only reason they come is too exploit me for free alcohol.”

“I don’t blame them, your drinks are amazing.”

“Look, I know you know what I mean. I feel like I can be open with you, you’re kind of like my other half.”

“Other half huh?” Your eyes drifted to the chest hair peeking out of the open button on his blue button up, then down to his rolled up sleeves constricting around his firm, veiny forearms and the golden watch on his left wrist. You couldn’t help yourself as you continued to take in his appearance, focusing especially on his large, rough hands, which you had imagined a myriad of times when alone in your bed. You were ashamed of yourself for doing what you had just criticised those girls for, but Ari was your friend. You knew that; you’d never attempt to violate the trust between the both of you. But even then it didn’t stop the fact that your best friend was the hottest guy in the city and that fact made it hard for your eyes to not drift when you were with him. “You said you feel you can be open with me, right Ari?” You questioned. The words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself, you had no idea what came over you, perhaps it was him saying that he trusted you that made you want to finally be honest about what you had been considering for a while.

“Yeah…I did.” His brows furrowed again, his eyes flooded with concern "Everything alright?” You meet his gaze quickly, the concern in his soft gunmetal blue eyes made your heart squeeze. You turned your attention to the wall of bottles beside you, taking a long swig of your drink “is there something you need to tell me?”

You quickly shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath and mentally formulating what you were about to ask so you didn’t sound like an absolute creep and ruin your years of friendship. But even if you did, you knew what Ari was like despite his cold, blunt exterior he was understanding and level-headed. He wouldn't start hating you because of one thing “This is going to sound really weird. And you can absolutely say no. I value your friendship, I feel like I can also trust you with anything. I- God I don’t wanna make things between us strange.” You mentally punched yourself for fumbling with your words, digging your fingernails into your thigh to try to centre yourself.

“I promise you, no matter what you say. No matter what you do. I will always be your friend, and you will always be mine. So you can tell me.”

You took a deep breath, facing Ari “I feel very secure where I am in my life and I really want to be a mother.”

“Okay.” He was quiet for a second, before he continued “ You want to have a baby and you want me to help?” He asked, his voice totally calm.

You were shocked that he instantly knew what you were suggesting “umm. Yeah…I want you to help me, please.”

“Alright, when do you wanna do it?”

“Wait. Wait.” You put your drink down to stop you from dropping the glass and threw your hands up in a stopping motion “You’re okay with this?!” You couldn’t believe how nonchalant Ari was towards this. Ari, the man with a glare that could cut stone was casually agreeing to impregnate you. It felt as if you were dreaming. You knew he was always willing to help you, but you thought that only extended to easy Maintenon tasks, not something like this.

He raised an eyebrow at the startled look on your face “Absolutely, why wouldn’t I be?” He questioned warily

“I don’t know… I just thought maybe you’d think it's weird since we're not together and asking you to make me pregnant is a big ask.” Ari’s large hand pulled your hands away from their place on your thighs and engulfed them once again. He flipped one of your hands and began to rub circles into your palm in an attempt to sooth you.

“I told you, you’re my best friend. I want to help you in anyway I can. Now, when do you wanna do it? Tonight?” His voice was low and smooth like velvet as he asked, the tone making your pussy involuntarily twitch in appreciation.

“If that’s okay with you.”

He nodded solemnly “Come on let's go to my room upstairs. Unless you want to do it in one of the booths.”

You giggled at his suggestion, although you knew the booths were extremely comfortable you didn’t feel as if that was the correct setting for what was about to happen “Upstairs would be great.” Ari took your hand in his and began to lead you upstairs

“This way then, Princess.”

“Kiss me, Ari” You nibbled at the scruff decorating his chisels jaw, running your hands across his hairy forearms and placing his hands on your breasts. He obliged moving his hands to pull you into him, whilst locking your lips in a furicious kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you senseless as his tongue tangled with yours. Ari swallowed your moans as he slipped one of his hands between you rubbing at your clothed core momentarily, before moving on to other areas of your body. you whined into his mouth in protest, grinding yourself on his thigh which he had positioned between your legs and pressed yourself impossibly closer to his chest. You could feel yourself melting in his arms as Ari carried on kissing you, taking his time to explore your mouth and roam you clothed curves with his hands. They travelled back up the top of your spine, ghosting the back of your neck with his finger tips before slipping down to the back of your dress and making quick work of your dress's zipper. Reluctantly you let your hands fall from Ari’s hair and stopped kissing him so you could slip your dress off leaving you only in your bra and panties “you look so fucking beautiful, Sweet heart.” Ari's hand glided from your chest, to your waist then to your ass where he gave you a few squeezes “You’re perfect. I have to see these breasts.” You unclipped your bra allowing your tits to finally be free and tossed it to the floor to join your dress. Ari’s calloused hands quickly cupped them, his thumb running across your hardened nipples before continuing the feather light touches on the rest of the skin of your bare breasts “Your skin is so soft.” He spoke quickly before leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a small gasp in response as his hot tongue lapped at your nipple. He then grazed the hard nub gently with his teeth as he tweaked the other with his fingers.

You tugged at his shirt pulling it from the black jeans he had it tucked into and began to unbutton it with shaking hands, as Ari continued his assault of your sensitive nipples. “Ari you’re so hot. God I love you like this.” His shirt joined your clothes on the floor and you instantly began to run your hands across the solid planes of his abdomen, your mouth salivating at the sight of him. You’d seen him shirtless before and you’d definitely imagined him shirtless in compromising positions, but finally being allowed to touch him like this made you brim with elation. But there was something you wanted to see, his cock which you’d fantasised about too many times. You could see the outline of it pushing against the fabric of his jeans, but you wanted to finally be able to touch it “Ari- help me take your p-pants off.” You could barely get out a sentence with how he was teasing your nipples, but he finally let go. Speedily stripping off his pants, leaving him with only his boxer in which the outline of his stiff cock was undeniable. He was straining against the fabric, his tip making a wet mark on the front of his blue briefs “Holy shit, you weren’t joking it’s really big.”

“Of course not, I told you that I’d never lie to you.” You pulled down the brief finally releasing his dick, it bobbed against his abdomen, the reddened head shiny with precum.

You could barely wrap your hand around it. You gave his cock a pump extracting a grumbly moan from Ari as you ran your thumb across the slit “So big and hard.”

“All or you, you made me like this.” You were enraptured by his smooth deep voice hanging on every syllable as you released him and began to lower yourself to your knees, but Ari grabbed you and pulled you back up cupping your face with his hands “Tonight’s all about you, Princess. I’m gonna make you cream my name while I fuck a baby into you.” You nodded you head slowly, slightly disappointed at being denied the ability to choke on his thick cock. But all was forgotten when Ari picked you up with ease in his strong, firm arms giving your ass a spank as he carried you over to the bed setting you down gently.

“I was really expecting you to throw me just now.”

“Usually I would, but not tonight. Tonight you get treated like a Princess, maybe tomorrow morning I’ll throw you around like usual, but not right now.” You scoffed in response. Ari took a pillow from next to you and brought it to your hips “Lift up, I’m gonna put this under you so you don’t hurt your back.” You obliged, settling back down onto the soft pillow.

“Such a gentleman” you remarked sarcastically

“I always am. Now then it's time for these panties to go.” He stroked between the folds of your clothed pussy, teasing the wet spot with the tips of his fingers “Already so fuckin’ wet for me.” Ari took the waistband of your lacy panties between your teeth and began to tug them off. Once they were off he took them into his hands and lifted it to his face taking in the scent of you. Your cheeks burned at the sight of him with his panties pressed to his nose, taking in the scent of your arosual that he caused “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” He tossed them to the ground and began stroking his hand across the smooth skin of your thigh, squeezing every so often before reaching your knees. He bent your legs slowly then rested them on his broad shoulders. Ari gave one of your knees a kiss before looking down at you with a dark lusty gaze “This ok?” He purred, gaining a quick succession of nods from you in response. His calloused palm stroked your cheek tenderly, then tenderness set your nerves ablaze. If you weren’t careful you were going to get addicted to this, him treating you as if you were fine china, so sweet and caring. It made your pussy throb in excitement. Ari’s voice cut through your thoughts “words, baby. I need your words.”

“Please, Ari, use your mouth on me.” You pleaded, making Ari’s lips curve into a soft smile that he reserved only for you. The smile that always made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. Even now with his head in between your legs, puffs of his warm breath fanning at your sensitive clit, what embarrassed you most was his warm, barely noticeable smile.

He moved towards your face and leaned down, pressing a quick peck to your lips, then he made his way back down to your core, stroking down your sides with his strong hands as he went “I can’t wait to taste your beautiful pussy.” He murmured, voice deep and husky, as he traced your lips making your hole clench around nothing. You squirmed, agitated by Ari’s teasing “I’m gonna give you what you want now. Don’t worry, Darling.” You let out a small hum which melted into a whine as his hot, wet tongue made contact with your clit. He slowly circled the bud, his eyes veering upwards to watch your expression as he surrounded your clit with his lips sucking the sensitive nub before flicking it in quick succession. He let out a gravely chuckle in response to your shrill scream of pleasure as you buried your fingers in his ashy blonde locks, pushing his face impossibly closer to your dripping core.

“Ari! Feels really good, I want more, more of your tongue.”

Ari slurped at your juices making the most salacious sounds, before he pulled back from you. Licking around his mouth to drink as much of your juices as he could. “Don't worry. You’re going to get more of it. Being such a good girl for me.” You sat up quickly connecting your lips with his tasting yourself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. The sting of him tugging at your scalp lightly made a moan slip from your lips. He looked directly into your eyes as he grazed your bottom lip with his teeth as you pulled apart, “now you know how fucking sweet you taste. I’m gonna give you more, I want you to cum on my tongue.” He rumbled, making even more sick drip out of you.

Ari delved back between your legs, digging his nails slightly into your calves to reposition you on his shoulders as he began to suck and lick your pussy with restored zeal devouring you. You could hardly hold back your moans as you felt the heat within you rising even higher, the sight of him between your legs tuned your nerves that were already on fire into a blistering wildfire as Ari attacked you with his tongue. You squeezed his head between your thighs as tugged at his hair shoving his face against your needy pearl. He retaliated by purposely rubbing his scruff against your inner thigh as he hollowed out his cheeks sucking on your clit. Ari released one of your legs, bringing his hand between his leg and pumping his dripping, hard dick prompting low growling moans from his mouth that made his tongue vibrate against your clit. You could barely contain yourself, you were so close “gonna cum!” You cried drivin your hips into his mouth as you back lifted even further off the mattress. From between your legs you could hear Ari’s muffled shouts for you to do it, for you to come on his face. His commands pushed you to the edge, you finally let go allowing the heat in your abdomen to take over you a kaleidoscope of colours blotting out your vision as you threw your head back into the pillows pulling Ari’s hair so hard you’re surprised he didn’t scream as you rode out the aftershocks using his face.

Once you had settled slightly Ari pulled away from your clenching pussy, cold air kissing your overstimulated clit setting off goosebumps across your skin. Through your half open eyes you could see him, his hair messy from your hands tugging at it, pupils blown wide with ardour and the lower part of his face damp with your arousal “I can’t wait to put a baby in you, Darling” His eyes scanned over your body before he dipped his head back between your legs raking his teeth along your inner thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

He nipped the skin, kissing and licking the sting away which only worked to increase the sensations you were coming down from “Ariii” you whimpered out, making your face redden at how pathetic you sounded mewling his name. But you could barely find it within yourself to care, the pleasure from your orgasm meddling with your thoughts.

“Right here, Baby. I’m gonna start loosening you up, that okay?”

“Want you now.” You mumbled almost groggily “You just ate me out, I’m already loose. I’m ready!” You whined wiggling your hips to try to entice him.

A smile graced his lips once again as he hung his head and huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in mock disappointment “Baby, you know from our conversations that I’m big. I need to stretch you, I want this experience to be as comfortable as possible for both of us. Especially for the beautiful mom to be below me.” He moved to hover above you pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Fine…You can loosen me up.”

“Thank you.” He pecked your lips once again “You won’t regret it, promise.” You felt the tips of his long digits stroke against your already dripping entrance, circling it a few times before he slowly pushed them inside you maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. You could tell from the slight smile and adoration in his eyes that he was revealing in how easy it was to destroy you. He had barely just put his fingers inside of you and already you were attempting to buck your hips to get him deeper “so eager for me.”

“You’re being too slow! I want it so bad.” Your craving for him was growing too much for you to handle, the desperation making you push your hips closer and closer towards his thick cock which was already leaking.

“Patience now, Pretty girl. I told you I’d make this worth it and I never go back on a promise.”

He used his thumb to rub your clit sending shockwaves through you as he continued to stretch you open for him “Gonna put another finger in, then we can start.” You hummed at him feeling a slight burn as three of his large fingers began pistoning in and out of your slick hole “So good, you’re ready.” His finger pumped inside you once more before he pulled them out. You opened your eyes, peering down at him holding your breath as you watched Ari lick your slick from his fingers, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. The sight of his blown pupils added to your crazed need as he brought his hand to his cock pumping it briefly. You watched his sculpted, sun kissed chest rise and fall with each breath as he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance “Take a deep breath for me.” You instantly followed his instructions, the prospect of finally being filled with him making you more obedient “Now breathe out. I’m gonna enter you, Darling.” Your exhaling was interrupted by the sweet burn radiating from your hole drawing a sharp yelp from you as it stretched to attempt to accommodate Ari's thick member. He entered you slowly, fiddling with your nipples between his fingers in an attempt to draw even more pleasure from you “that’s the tip. Such a good girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, curling your arms around the pillow behind you “There’s no way that was just the tip!”

“Just the tip. It’s okay, the rest will be easier.” He assured stroking your sides encouragingly.

You braced yourself taking Ari’s cock inch by inch. He Let out a growl as he settled inside, feeling your walls clench around his cock, squeezing him so tightly “Even with all that prep you’re still so fucking tight.” He muttered.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one aiming for the spot inside of you which caused you t practically scream for him. But it wasn’t enough you “Ari want it harder!Faster! Please!” You begged, your fingers digging into the fabric of the pillow case behind your head.

“You want more? I’ll give it to you” He thrust into you with increased speed and power hitting a spot so deep inside you that you saw white drawing a guttural moan from your chest.

A primal urge washed over him as he watched his cock move in and out of you, your walls twitching as he slammed into you once again his tip was pushing right against your cervix. Familiar tinges of arousal pooling in your gut as Ari continued to rock into you, the head of his cock hitting directly against the spongy part inside of you that made your toes curl and back arch even more. You want him so deep inside of you, you wanted him on top of you so you could breathe in nothing but the scent of him “Ari want you on top of me!” You whined

“Quite demanding aren’t we?”

“Please!”

“Good girl for using your manners, I'll change positions.” He took your legs off your shoulders and instead hooked his arms under your knees before hoovering himself above you. You threw your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his shoulder blades as his beard scraped across your cheek, he licked the shell of your ear with his tongue “Gonna put a baby in you! I’m gonna make you pregnant with my baby. Squeezing me so much, you really want my seed don’t you? Want me to make you a mom?” The gruff tone to his voice as he spoke only thrusted you deeper into your lust fueled trance which had you moaning like a pornstar at any slight movement of Ari’s hips.

“Yes! I wanna be a mommy!” You screamed no longer caring about how desperate for him you sounded.

“Such a good girl.” He purred, continuing his harsh thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace only quickened.

Ari looked directly into your watery eyes before slipping his tongue into your open mouth sweeping across your tongue to prompt you into reciprocating the passionate kiss. It took a while for your brain to catch up with how fuzzy everything was becoming from having Ari rocket you towards climax, but you began to return the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with your teeth as your mouths parted as payback for the last time he kissed you. Smirking at him from below, he caught onto why you had done it and simply smirked as well before using the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive clit which was still throbbing from his tongue teasing it earlier. You choked out a moan, moving your hips in time with his thrusts “Gonna come Ari!” You exclaimed.

“Me too, fuck! Gonna fill you with my seed!” He grunted, letting out a low moan as he angled the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over and over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry of his name. A blanket of euphoric warmth covered your whole body, legs twitching and fingertips tingling as you slowly returned back to reality in Ari’s bedroom. You wiped your forehead— damp with a thin layer of sweat— and then returned the hand to its safety of Ari’s broad, muscular shoulders, stroking up to the prominent vein in his neck and tracing its branch-like pattern to further ground yourself. A part of you couldn’t believe that you had just had sex with your best friend, but another part of you was content. You could feel his warm spend inside of you filling you up, you were going to be pregnant from this you just knew it. Ari’s husky voice disrupted the huffing of both of you catching your breath “You’re gonna be a great mom. I promise.” He spoke in a tone that while soft also made you aware that he was extremely serious about what he was saying. You felt tears brimming your eyes as you thought about it. You were going to be a mom. It made your heart hammer in excitement.

You felt Ari slowly pull out of you before plopping down next to you on the bed and pulling you to lay on his chest, you revealed in the warmth of his large chest “I don't think I can ever look at this place the same way ever again” Ari gave a chortle in response, Moving his arm under your body so he could hold you “Thanks Ari, for everything…Not many people would do this for their friend.”

He turned his face towards you, forehead glistening with perspiration and eyes twinkling and creased from his smile. With his free hand he brushed the hair in your face behind your ear “I’m always here to lend a helping hand, Sweetheart. Always.”

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I Wanna Be Yours❦

Part 1: Snap out of it

Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

One stop off of heaven masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, reader is the side piece, hurt, brief mentions of childhood friend!Bucky, no happy ending (sort of), reader is used, no aftercare, all hurt no comfort, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, doggy style, hair pulling, slapping, biting, allusions to reader being infertile (can be ignored :))

Nicknames: My girl, whore, slut, Sweetheart, buttercup

WC: 4K

The Happier version: My Girl -Coming soon

A/N: This is the angstier version of the fic ‘My Girl’ and is the actually original version of the fic and more truly embodies what I was feeling when writing them both.

A/N: Ive been gone for a really long time (like almost 3 months) and I’m really sorry I’ve been extremely busy, because as a lot of you know I’m doing a PhD right now. Anyway, this is part of a series that I’ll hopefully finish when I’m not so busy. I also have a few requests to finish. Love y’all 💕

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

You both laid in the middle of the hotel bed, your head nuzzled into Bucky’s chest as you held him tight, taking in the smell of him like it was the last time you’d ever be able to. Your mind burned as you broke down every note of his scent; Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted it like a recipe in your head, begging yourself not to forget it. Just in case you ever had to recreate it when he was gone, it was inevitable after all—It was reality, this world you had both created in this room was no longer tangible. Someone was going to find out, or they had already—and to make him keep risking it, running around with you at night. It couldn’t continue, the thought of it ending made your throat tighten and a smell similar to pva glue fill your nose. It burnt as you blinked the tears back. Even as you squeezed him tighter, closer, it felt like he drifted further and further away; you could just feel it. He was distancing himself from you mentally and now physically, to make it more bearable for you both; so that he could lessen the pain, but little did he know the more he moved away the more it hurt, the more your heart shattered into tiny, little pieces that you’d inevitably be left alone to pick up. You wondered if you’d ever be able to repair your heart, or if it had shattered so much into such minuscule pieces that trying would be futile.

You had one final night with him and here you were, spending it cuddling him trying to suppress your tears. You didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes if you shattered, if you showed how much this little love affair truly meant to you. You loved putting up the tough, emotionless bitch act but you couldn’t. Not now. Not if it meant letting him go, never feeling his rough hands trace your every curve, never having him to kiss every scar, never being able to hear his deep, silky voice. You didn’t give a shit about the sex, no matter how mind blowing it was. You just wanted him to stay, you’d become celibate if it meant he’d stay. You’d do anything. But you weren’t “his girl” no matter how many times he whispered it to you softly or made you scream it as he fucked you. You just weren’t his. Not in the eyes of the law and not in the eyes of any of your guy’s friends. She was and you hated her for it, you hated the nice girl who brought you ‘Welcome home’ cookies, who comforted you when you were crying, despite not know you were mourning your chance with her husband, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girl that would one day give Bucky the sweet, beautiful, perfect family he’d always dreamed of. You hated that you hated her, it felt immoral, this all felt immoral. But she had what you wanted; him. She had him wrapped around her tiny, wicked…pretty, well manicured finger, it was wrong of you to force him into this—Bucky had always been weak to you and you used that against him. You made him cheat, but deep down you knew a part of him liked it. He was just like you after all, he was broken and a collector—but instead of things you both collected bits and pieces of others and saved them up inside you, it’s what made you both feel whole.

His arm that had been laying flat under your head shifted, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing slowly circles on your scalp, caressing the base of your skull with his warm palm. His touch was too much, you didn’t deserve it. That’s what broke you. The burning in your nose got too much; tears began to stream from your eyes like water from a broken faucet and the knot straining in your throat gave way to heavy sobs as you scrunched the material of his shirt in your fingers “What’s wrong sugar?” He asked indifferently, but you couldn’t answer. The embarrassment from letting your walls finally fall in front of him and the pity you had for yourself, that you detested, jammed your throat. You tried to open you mouth to speak, to tell him it was nothing or that you’d had an awful day at work, you’d always been quite sensitive, he knew that, so the excuse of being yelled at in front of everyone at work would probably work, but no matter how much you tried to summon the words you couldn’t speak. The frustration just made it worse, the warmth from your emotional outburst and his natural heat made it hard to breathe. You pushed away from him, finally distancing yourself. But the implications of your action just intensified your blubbering, you felt like a child as you collapsed in front of him.

Bucky pulled you closer even as you tried to fight him off. You kept your face hidden behind your hair, but he started to peel it away from your damp cheeks. “There we go I can see you now.” He let out a halfhearted nervous laugh, smiling. His smile. Your chest tightened painfully, even through your drowned vision, the full intensity of his welcoming smile hit you like a pile of bricks. “What’s wrong, sugar pea? You can tell me, it’s just us.”

“I can’t- can’t tell you”

“Why not? We’ve know each other since we were kids, you can tell me anything.”

“You’re gonna- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I’ve seen do a bunch of things and I’ve never once hated you.”

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted, your hands scrambled to your mouth covering it in fear of more words spilling out unchecked. The room fell silent and you heard Bucky’s breathing stop short. You’d ruined everything. Your whole chest ached as your heart beat ramped up, slamming against your rib cage, your ears ringing as the precious Eden you’d created with him began to crumble and rot. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever, then he slowly pushed you away from him and he rose from the bed slipping on his shoes. “Wait, no don’t leave please.”

“You just had to go ruin it didn’t you? It’s like your specialty.” He turned to you sweeping his hand through the air as he spoke “ Y/N professional ruiner.” He scoffed as he returned to tying his laces “I mean God! You had one job! And it was to lay there and not talk, but you just had to open your mouth.” Every single poisonous word that fell from his tongue knived you.

You held onto his back trying to pull him back into bed “No please, please don’t leave me!” You cried, hardening your grip as he tried to stand.

“You’re so pathetically lonely, you always have been.” Bucky pushed you into the bed, holding your hands above your head as he glared down at you “You’re just like a dog you know that? A creature that can’t survive without its master. That’s what you’ve made me isn’t it? Your master. Well I can’t be anymore, the little doggy needs to realise that she can’t keep forcing people to be in her life, dragging people into her misery!” As he berated you you sobbed, trying to turn away from his scrutinising, to cover your ears. He was right, you were dragging him down into your misery. You were pathetic. You were harming him and his life by existing. “You know what? How about, as a parting gift, we do it one final time? Give the bitch what she wants? Would that make you happy? Would it finally fill that gaping hole inside of you?”

You nodded tearfully, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stop sobbing. It didn’t stop anything. In fact it just made the helpless feeling inside you fester.

He began tearing your clothes off, tugging at your shirt harshly making it catch your ear as he yanked. You resisted the urge to yelp, you didn’t want to anger him further. He tossed it carelessly and gave you a light slap on your cheek before squeezing your face in the palm of his hand. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He let out a dark chuckle as he scrunched your face “You are pathetic aren’t you? I can’t believe it took me this long to realise just how pathetic you truly are. You can take off your skirt can’t you?” You whine out a yes and start to undo your skirt, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky undressing above you. You watch the muscle under his slightly tanned skin stretching and tensing as he removes his clothes. Once he was nude he looked down at you expectantly, catching your wander gaze with a stern scowl “Why are you still wearing clothes? I just told you to take your skirt off. Do it.” You scrambled to unzip your skirt, fiddling with the zipper. Bucky tutted, grabbing the sides of the fabric and tearing it apart “Simple.”

More tears filled your eyes as he yanked off your panties. You closed your eyes and thought back to the other times you were together in different hotels, how gentle he was as he stroked the soft flesh of your thigh and nibbled at your skin, whispering promises and praise as he approached your core. He’d stretch and tease you till you begged him for more and even then he’d be so very careful as he entered, pressing his skin against yours as much as possible just to feel even closer to you.

A searing pain shot through your scalp, making your eye shoot open, as he pulled your hair wrapped around his strong vibranium fingers “Face down, ass in the air.”

“Aren’t you going to prep me first?” You asked sheepishly, your voice not going above a whisper.

“Why the fuck- No. Just do what I told you to do. I’m hard, I want to fuck you.” He scoffed, clearly tired with your constant hesitations and questions.

Hesitantly you sat up and presented yourself to him, hoovering your face above the pillows. He pushed your head down, your heart jumped, fear blooming in your chest; for a brief moment you thought he was going to suffocate you, the reminisce of his smell on the pillows filling your lungs. He released your head, you lifted your face from the pillow slightly “Stay down.” He ordered sternly, sounding bored as his dripping tip pressed against your entrance. You did as he said, lowering your cheek back down on the cheap fabric of the pillow case; you began fiddling with the cream coloured fitted sheet, rubbing the fabric between the tips of you fingers. Waiting. Then you felt him push into you, a searing, stretching pain tingling through every fibre of your being as his thick shaft parted your walls. You weren’t as wet as usual, you weren’t as ready as usual, you were afraid of him in this moment. More afraid than you’d ever been in your life. “Fucking tight. God no wonder I keep coming back to you, it’s this pussy. It’s like silk.” He sheathed fully inside of you, ramming his weeping tip against your cervix.

“Ow! Buck, slow. P-please.” You requested timidly, stuttering out the last part fearfully, feeling a sense of uneasiness churn your insides.

He guffawed in response, leaning his head down to rest against your arched spine. Warm puffs of air made your hairs stand on end as he laughed at your request. Finally he rose back up, swiping a tear from the corner of his eye “Last time I checked whores don’t have much of a say in how their clients fuck them. Lay there and look pretty, moan for me, scream for me, but for fucksake whatever you do just don’t talk. You’re driving me crazy.” He pulled out in one Swift motion before slamming himself back inside, relishing in the cry that left your lips “I’m gonna use your little slut hole and you’re gonna thank me for it aren't you?” His voice deepened as he asked, changing his pace from long and brutal to shallow and fast. When you didn’t answer he slapped your ass harshly and clawed at your back leaving painful, searing red streaks “I said. You’re going to thank me, aren’t you.”

You choked on your tears as you answered, managing to croak out a very quiet “yes, Bucky.” Before burying your face back into the pillow in embarrassment from the sound of how ruined your own voice sounded. You took a deep breath in, taking in the lingering scent of Bucky’s cologne. Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted the list of fragrances, hoping it would carry you away to a better time. But the sound of his grunting, the sound of his skin colliding with yours and the painful, heavy sadness weighing on your head was too much for you to think back to the past. You were trapped here, under him as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

You felt his once loving cool, metal hand snake around your throat squeezing tightly, you began to choke spit flying from your mouth onto the already tear dampened white pillows “The one good thing about you is you feel so much better than her and you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me choke you.” Bucky gave your throat two strong squeezes before removing his hand to allow you to breathe “she- ah squeezing again? God I’m gonna miss this tight cunt. She’s so vanilla, only missionary, no blowjobs and I practically have to beg her to let me eat her out. But you, you’re a little whore, you'll do anything as long as I pump you full of my cock.” As he finished talking Bucky slammed his hips into your ass, watching it jiggle at the force. He craned his neck down and bit the supple flesh, grinding his teeth and licking the mark before returning to his thrusts, slapping your ass just to hear you yelp. You squeezed him even tighter every time he slapped your ass and with each moan and cry your voice sounded more and more ruined, you hated that even when he was treating you like dirt your body responded to him and he could draw this much pleasure from you.

The gradual heat that had been rising within you was becoming unbearable and the moans you have been trying to silence we’re now impossible to silence “That’s it. Scream for me.” A deep, guttural moan escaped from his open mouth, his hand on your hip growing stronger, to the point that you could feel bruises sprouting “Fuck. So close. So goddamn close, I need you to milk me with you tight hole.” Bucky’s metal hand moved away from you head and slipped underneath you, gathering your slick and fiddling with your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh! So good! So good, Buck!” His hand that was holding your hips buried itself in your hair before he yanked it at. You screamed in response to the burning in your scalp

“I said no talking you fucking whore!” You sniffled in response, feeling your release draw nearer. You pushed back against him choking out a moan as you came on his cock, your walls pulsing and squeezing around his twitching length. Bucky rammed into you a few more time with uncoordinated thrust, believing out a loud “Fuck!” As he painted your walls white. A whimper crawled from your throat as he pulled out; you could feel his seed leaking out of you. Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you pulling a few tissues from the bedside table to clean himself. An awkward silence permeated through the room. Not once after having sex with Bucky did you feel dirty, but today you did. You felt an indescribable urge to get home and scrub yourself till your skin bleed to even hope to remove the icky, gross feeling spread across your skin.

Slowly you lifted your head from the pillow and carefully laid down on your back, wincing as you reddened bottom came in contact with the quilt. You laid there staring at ceiling, tears making your vision swim. Bucky’s rough hand entwined with yours; he squeezed your hand twice and swiped the pad of his thumb across your knuckles tenderly “She’s pregnant. I thought I should tell you. She's gonna give me that family I’d always dreamed of.” The words that were crawling up your throat died, you died. Your body went rigid at the word, pregnant. Of course she was pregnant. The word made you sick, it made you jealous, it made you a crucible of contempt boiling over a bunsen flame—you were going to explode. “We'll, aren't you going to say anything? I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I thought you’d at least be happy for me.”

“Congratulations.” The voice that came out didn’t sound like you, It sounded robotic, metallic and forced. But that was all you could manage, if you said anymore you might snap and strangle him or go kill her. You hated yourself for hating her. But it didn’t make the nagging belief in the back of your mind that it should have been you. That it was destined to be you. He was yours, you were his. It was meant to be you at the altar, meant to be you telling funny stories at your wedding about how you were childhood friends that went to high school and college together, who both had brewing feelings that you both kept suppressed and when you finally both got the courage to confess you had to move for work, but destiny made it so you would both reunite and jump at the chance to confess. It was meant to be you.

“Thanks.” His tone was bitter “ I can stay a bit longer, but I’ll have to leave soon. She’s waiting for me after all.” He cuddled you close, stroking your hair, probably imagining you were her. Had he imagined you were her this whole time? Was it that painful for him to fuck you?

The amount of thoughts racing in your head made you want to step outside into the chilly night air to cool down, but now was your final chance to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. You ran you hands across the corded muscle of his back, drawing soothing circles just like he used to do for you when you couldn’t sleep. When sleep made your eyelids heavy you barely put up a fight, you welcomed sleep with open arms, you wanted to be freed from the bleak, harsh reality and enter into a dream world where she was you. Yeah that sounded good.

“Bucky?” You called groggily. There was no reply. You crawled over to his side of the bed, it was still warm, and peered over the edge. His shoes were gone and so were his clothes. You laid back on the bed, your eyes catching sight of a torn bit of paper. You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, your hands trembling as you read it ‘I don’t want to see you anymore, please don’t bother my family. - James’ You read the words over and over praying they would change into another message, but it didn’t work. It only made the pang in your chest throb. You scrunched it in your hand as you curled up into a ball trying to disappear as you soaked up the shadow of his body heat, the memories of him that were lingering in that shadow—high school when he sat with you behind the bleachers in the rain and gave you his varsity jacket to warm you up “I’m your portable heater at this point.” He jested, letting out his signature low husky laugh that made you melt, college when he held you from behind as you cried into your pillow about your college senior boyfriend who dumped you, because he was graduating; you could still feel the phantom of Bucky’s warmth whenever you were sad thanks to that day. The day he stroked your hair and whispered into your ear that “He didn’t deserve you.” And that he’d “never make you feel like this.” Well he had so many times, he was right now. But it hurt even more now, it was over for good. You’d lost him, you were too many years too late and now you were just clutching to fleeting memories, but God if the feelings didn’t sting every time you thought about him. It was hard not to, he’d dominated every significant moment of your life. But now you were barred from his perfect little family.

Slowly you unscrunched yourself from the ball you’d folded yourself into, spreading your body out like a starfish drying out on the beach. Your throat was scratchy from crying and your eyes were heavy and swollen. Everything hurt, but simultaneously you were so numb.

You thought of showering, you thought of searching through your bag for some pain meds, you thought of driving your car off the bridge back to the city. You thought a lot, as you laid there staring at the yellowed patches on the popcorn ceiling from water damage.

You thought so much and so hard that you didn’t even notice you’d started crying, again, you were drowning in your emotions. You were huddled in a lifeboat slowly filling with water, with no sight of land. You were waiting for him to save you, but he wasn’t coming back “I wanna be yours. Just wanna be…”

A disembodied voice continued “Yours. Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.” The sweet sound of the man’s singing stops “I thought we were gonna sing together, sweetheart.” There was a soft knocking on the wall next to your head “No more crying okay? Guy was a dick anyway.”

“Who are you?” You questioned, sitting up and pressing your ear against the paper thin wall

“A person who’s also been left out to dry, a person who also needs someone to stop me from drowning. If you want some comfort I can come over; we can just lay here, Y/N.” The way he said your name brought back so many memories, you knew who he was

“Ari?” You asked hesitantly, the man who Bucky said didn’t deserve you all the way back in college was on the other side of the wall. He’d listened to everything. You wanted to evaporate.

The door knob of your room jiggled and then the door creaked open. In the doorway was Ari, droplets of rain trickling down his skin. He dipped his head down so he didn’t hit it as he entered your room, his brown hair was a bit longer than it was in college, his beard a bit fuller, he was much more muscular and his chest was more hairy; but for the most part he was the same, he even still had the same crotchety, yet solemn look on his face “Hiya, Sunshine.” His voice was low and soothing, as if you were the finest China that he was worried about shattering. He closed the door gently and walked over to the side of the bed, crouching down to try to make his bearish figure smaller and less daunting “Long time no see. didn’t think the next time I’d see you would be in a shoddy motel, but life is nothing if not unpredictable, right?”

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One stop off of heaven

Choose your path ➦

My girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

All ends well from Bucky and his girl, now they have to make up for lost time and miscommunication.

Chapters:

🛎️Part 1: I'll call you mine - Coming soon

🛎️Part 2: You're my sweet complete desire - Coming soon

Drabbles:

Coming soon (open to thots/asks)

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader → Ari Levinson x Reader

Bucky might not want you, but someone from your past absolutely does and he won’t let you be treated like you’re worth nothing. He’ll go above and beyond to show you what love truly is.

Chapters:

🗝️Part 1: Snap out of it

🗝️Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

Drabbles:

Coming soon (open to thots/asks)

Santa Claus is coming to town 🎅🏻🎄

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: p in v, vibrator, allusions to breeding, squirting, overstimulation, kind of ddlg dynamic

Nicknames: Doe, Doe eyes, Little one, Good girl, Santa

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas or if you don’t celebrate I hope you’ve just had a nice December.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

A distant rustling woke you from your slumber and groggily you turned over, swiping your hands across the tepid mattress searching for the bulky warmth that was your boyfriend, Ari, but no matter how far you reached you couldn’t feel him. His side of the bed was noticeably vacant of his large bear-like form.

Finally you opened your eyes, confirming what you had been feeling. Ari’s side of the bed was empty; warm, but empty. Squinting your eyes you cast your gaze over to your bedside table, moving aside the tiny Christmas tree to see the bright digital clock displaying that it was almost 1 am and was now officially Christmas.

Slowly you peeled the hefty, comfy quilt off of you, slipped on your reindeer slippers that matched Ari’s and shuffled in darkness towards the bedroom door. Creaking it open cautiously, the warm, yellowish light of the hallway poured into the dark room bedroom and temporarily blinded you. When your eyes finally adjusted to the brightness you peaked your head out of the door, swivelling it to search for Ari. Then you heard the rustling again coming from the living room and it clicked. Ari was putting out the presents, he had told you the day before that he wasn’t going to put the presents out because he knew you’d snoop “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sugar. I know if I put those presents out and leave the room you’ll be shaking them up and down and trying to peek at what Santa got you. You have to be patient, or you’ll get put on the naughty list and I have no problem replacing all the gifts with coal.” You stepped back into the bedroom standing there in the darkness staring at the vacant bed, you knew you should probably go back to sleep, but you knew without Ari there the possibility of going back to sleep now was zero to none. You’d be tossing and turning until he climbed back into bed an curiosity of what all the presents looked like under the tree was making you even more impatient. You grabbed one of your teddy bears from the bed, tucking it under your arm and fiddling with the soft fur of the paw, if you were going to get told off by Ari for being up so late, you were going to need moral support.

Stepping out into the hallway, you stood in place for a moment listening. You could hear the low timbre of Ari’s voice as he hummed Christmas songs. You avoided all the creaking floor boards while you tiptoed over to the living room; peering round the corner you saw your six foot four boyfriend in a tight Santa suit, his muscular arms tensed as he held a stack of presents, placing them neatly under the tree. You unconsciously let out a small giggle at the sight before you, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely caught. You dropped your bear as you covered you mouth, Ari span around on the ball of his heel. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark and his plump, pink lips were turned down in a frown “You’re not meant to be up right now, little Doe” His was low, he didn’t sound genuinely angry and the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was a dead giveaway that he had absolutely expected for you to wake up and find him like this. But you decided to play along, after all you were tired and you did truly just want to find Ari so he could gently rock you, stroke your hair and hum you to sleep.

“I heard a noise; you weren’t in bed so I wanted to come investigate.” You mumbled, turning your gaze downward in an attempt to calm how heated your cheeks were getting just from looking into Ari’s eyes. You crouched down picking up your teddy, holding it tightly to your chest as you played with a lock of your hair.

“I think someone was just being a bad girl and was trying to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.”

“Just missed you, Ari, promise.” You pouted, shuffling over to him hugging him tight, burying your face into his tight Santa costume; breathing in his scent, he smelt of warm vanilla, sugar cookies and bourbon. The smell of him just made you nuzzle against him more, he smelt so delicious and felt so warm, it was making your head go all fuzzy. You could feel the warmth of your cheeks slowly finding its way between your legs, making your pussy tingle as you grew more desperate for friction.

“I don’t think you’re telling the full truth, Doe eyes, is someone getting all hot down there.” One of Ari’s hands that was wrapped around your waist slipped down between your legs and began rubbing your wet slit through your panties. “You’re so wet already. You know, you can try to lie to me, but your body always tells me the truth. And it’s telling me that someone wants to have some fun with Santa that would not land them on the Nice list.” He taunted in a velvety tone.

“But I’ve been good all year, Daddy.” You murmured, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes as you squeezed him.

He rolled his eyes at your attempts “I can’t attest to that, Doe. You’ve been pretty naughty and you’re gonna have to make up for snooping, little one, or Santa might just have to take all the presents back and replace it with coal.” Ari released you walking over to the rocking chair next to the fireplace and plopping down on it. He clapped his hands on his thighs “Come take a seat on Santa’s lap, then we'll see about getting you put back on the Nice list.” Hesitantly you began to go towards Ari, his dark, stormy eyes watching your every move a you made your way to him. He shuffled forward, taking hold of your hips and lifting you up on to his lap so that your feet were dangling. “The cookies you made were great, no wonder you wouldn’t let me try them when they first came out of the oven I would have eaten them all there and then. They went great with the milk, although I did add my own little twist.” Ari let out. Low chuckle, reaching up towards the mantel to retrieve the engraved flask you had gifted him for his birthday last year. He unscrewed the cap slowly, letting you watch the tendons and veins move under the rough skin of his knuckles as he opened it, taking a long swig “I’d give you some, but Bourbon isn’t for little ones like you. Sorry, doe.” He drank the remaining contents of the flask, you were entranced by his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he drank, it was almost hypnotising. He dropped the now empty flask on the floor. Ari’s large hands took hold of your hips, repositioning you so his thigh was slowed in between your legs. He lifted up his T-shirt that you were wearing and pulled at the band of your panties “You won’t be needing these” You moved to take your panties off; he pushed your hand away and tore through the fabric “Perfect, easy access.”

“I could have just taken them off, you can’t keep ding this every time; at this rate I’ll have no panties left.”

“Good Then I can have you walking around the house always ready for me.” He brushed aside some of your hair, pressing his scratchy beard against the shell of your ear, making you squirm on his thigh “Always dripping, ready to be filled by me.” His hot breath fanned against your face, he smelt of alcohol but you felt like the one intoxicated—intoxicated by his words, his scent, how he manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him. He stroked his hand up your sides, massaging your breast briefly before returning them to their place at your hip and he began moving you up and down his thick, muscular thigh. Holding you still occasionally to grind your clit against him, watching you with lust blown eyes as you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your moans “I want to hear you, show me how good I’m making you feel.” A strained moan escaped your lips. Ari began to Bounce the thigh you were sitting on to encourage you to move faster “That’s a good girl, keep grinding on Santa’s lap. I can feel you slick making my trousers all damp.” He could feel his dick pressing against his boxers, begging to be freed. He could only hold on for so much longer with you above him crying out for him so prettily. Then he stopped your squirming, your eyes flying open in surprise.

“Why’d you stop? Wanna keep going, so close.” You whined, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as you pushed down on his shoulders to try and move, but you couldn’t overcome his strong grip at your waist.

“Go get the pink present from under the tree. I’ll let you open it early. Only that one though, no other one’s.” As you slipped down from his lap your legs were still shaking as you came down from the high from your almost orgasm. Ari grabbed your arm pulling you up, just before you fell to the floor, and quickly switched to hold you in place with two firm hands on your hips “I got ya, Doe. My little one can’t even walk because of the pleasure I just gave her. Do you want some help going to get the present?”

“I got it, Santa.” Replied in a sing song voice

“Good girl, go on.” He gave your ass a gentle swatt as you stumbled towards the tree. You bent over as searched through the presents makin sure your dripping pussy was on display for him and then you finally found a small present wrapped in sparkly, pink, festive wrapping paper. You held it up to him, searching for approval and he gave a small nod “That’s the one, bring it over. You're gonna sit on my lap as you open it.” You did just as he said, wandering back over to him and clambering into his lap. He took a handful of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You looked to him for permission before opening it. “Well, open it.” He ushered. You beamed at him as you began to tear the pink paper to reveal a golden box, you opened the top and sat inside was a pink bullet vibrator on a pile of tissue paper “I thought it was time I got you a new one; it’s more colourful than the boring black one you have and this one has way more speeds with Bluetooth connection.” He took it from the box, pinching it between two of his fingers, and pulled out his phone tapping at it to make the vibrator spring to life “Are you ready?” He questioned, you nodded taking ahold of his shoulder to steady yourself. You squeak out a high mewl as he presses the vibe firm against your clit, before bringing it down; slipping it between your pussy lips, teasing you, watching as you nibble on your lip in anticipation for the blissful heat of to return to your clit. Ari let’s a satisfied smile stretch across his lips, before he drags it back over to your clit making you rock your hips greedily trying to chase the pleasurable sensation sprouting in your tummy. the vibration gets higher, the buzzing gets louder, the pleasure gets heightened as he plays with the setting on his phone. A satisfied grin spreading across his lips “Never in my life have I made such a worthwhile purchase. I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He began to suck on the shell of your ear, chortling briefly as he changed the pattern and speed once again as the vibration from the vibe at your clit gets stronger your whines become more broken and desperate.

“How about we go to the finally setting, so you can really test your present out.” Ari cranked up the vibration one finally time to the max setting. You began writhing on his lap, crying out and bucking your hips with wild abandon to chase the pleasure that’s building inside of you as he presses the vibrator just right against your sensitive pearl.

Then he removed it from your clit, stealing your orgasm from you just as you rested on the precipice. Ari slid the vibe into you, guiding it with his fingers to place it directly against the spongy sweet spot inside, the vibration against your inner walls “I’ll be the one to finish you off.”

“Is someone- ah! Getting jealous?” You manage to piece the words together in spite of the ecstatic y clouding your thoughts.

“Never. I know I can destroy you, even without the help of our little friend inside of you. You know it as well, or will I have to re teach you after this?” His voice grew lower, nearing a growl. He meant it as a warning, you knew that, but you knew considering the season he’d let you off. Just this once.

“Maybe later.” You quip, digging you nails into his clothed shoulders for support as you moved in time with his pistoning fingers. He pressed his large thumb to your clit drawing tight circles, adding fuel to the already blazing fire inside of you.

“I want you to cum.” He slipped the vibe out and pressed it to your clit once more and the strong thrumming electricity was all you needed to have you throwing you head back and screaming his name as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at high tide.

“More. Want more.” You cried pressing your chest against against Ari’s leeching the heat radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna give you more, my greedy little doe.” Ari pulled off his T-shirt from your body and threw it onto the couch. He cupped your breast with his hands, pinching your nipples with one hand and taking your other in his mouth; sucking it, circling the hardened nub with tongue. You trailed your hands from his shoulders up to his head and buried your fingers.

“Ari! Please, I want you inside of me!”

“Your wish is my command.” Ari slides his cock threw your folds briefly and then slipped inside. You whimpered at the pleasurable burn of Ari stretching you open, filling you so completely. His pace started slow, but he quickly began thrusting much faster and rougher. You rolled your hips into his thrusts trying to keep in time with the pace Ari setting as he circled your clit with the pink vibe. He slowed pulling out slowly before slamming back inside making a surprised high pitch yelp escape your lips. Ari’s hips stilled “Tell me how good I’m making you feel or I won’t keep moving.”

“Please. It feels so good! You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.” You keened, trying your hardest to focus on him and not let your eyes roll back.

“Good girl.” He rasped, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot directly inside of you.

You choke on your words, hands gripping hard on to the costume, clenching large fistfuls of the fabric as you cry out his name, then the warm and familiar sensation of orgasm blooms across your abdomen reaching an impossible high, you were going to come again, but this time was different you could feel a foreign pressure building in your abdomen “Ari!”

“Let it go. Come for me. I’m so close, just need your tight walls milking my cock one last time to get me there.” He groaned

“I’m gonna- gonna ahhh!” Ari’s low, husky timbre brought you to climax, but as you let go letting the pleasure bulldoze over you felt a hot liquid spray out of you, dripping down on to Ari’s thighs.

“Fuckkk you squirted all over me. You’re so fucking sexy.” He finally removed the vibrator, dropping it to the floor and grabbing your hips with both hands as he pulled you down onto his cock with newfound vigour “Is that what I do to you? Make you all fucking messy? God I’m gonna come, gonna stuff you full of me. We might even have a little Christmas miracle from this. You’d like that.” Ari’s groans melted into desperate moans as he rutted into you releasing inside of you. He paused before he bucked his hips a few times to offset the quivering of his legs from his high.

“Felt good.” You purred, leaning against his chest and fiddling with his beard. Ari lifted you up and you felt all of his seed begin to leak out of you as he placed you back on his knee.

“Here, I left one cookie for you and there’s still some milk, there’s no bourbon in it.” Ari held the cookie out to you and you took a bite, he then pressed the cup of milk to your lips and you held on to his arm as you drank the milk using it to wash down the cookie.

“They still taste pretty good, but they do go better with hot chocolate.”

“That would be too much sugar right now, little one.” He cooed, placing the cookie and milk back down on the table so he could cradle you closer to his chest. You listened to the calming, thumping rhythm of his heart as he pushed slightly rocking the rocking chair gently, whilst stroking your hair “You did so good, little Doe. I think I can officially put you back on the nice list.” His voice was just above a whisper—soothing, calm and only a tad sarcastic. But he was trying his best not to diminish the tiredness that was slowly building inside of you.

“Does that mean I can open my presents?” You laughed, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep in his protective, comforting embrace.

“Don’t be cheeky, it’s not time for that yet. You still need to get the rest of your beauty sleep, I’m surprised you have any energy after all that.”

You let out a small yawn, shuffling to be able to lean your head against Ari’s broad shoulder “Got lots of energy.” You protested, pouting slightly.

“That cute little yawn you just let out would say otherwise. Come on, Doe, it’s time for bed. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

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🍁🍪 Ransom Drysdale x Reader: Cookies Drabble 🍪🍁

Warnings: cunnilingus, tooth rotting fluff, baking with Ransom, undertones of power imbalance, Ransom is a bit of a douche, innocent!reader, implied smut

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, dumb (lightheartedly)

A/N: This is kind of a Drabble/continuation of ‘Never stop chasing me’ as it has the exact same dynamic, but you don’t need to read it to understand what’s going on. Can you tell I adore this asshole so much, I just want to squeeze him 🤗 He gives me cuteness aggression Istg.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Everything was ready, you looked down at your list one more time to confirm “Flour, baking soda, canned pumpkin, eggs, sugar, festive cookie cutters… and the rest. It’s all here!” You could hardly contain your excitement as you hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth, a wide smile spread across your face as you hummed along to the songs of the halloween playlist you’d put on. It was perfect, you just needed one more thing.

From the kitchen you heard the jangle of keys and the front door slamming shut. Bingo! Ransom was home. “Puppy! Where are you?”

“In the kitchen!” You call in a singsong voice, the kicking of your legs growing faster as Ransom approached.

You jumped off the counter bounding towards Ransom, squeezing him tightly in a bear hug. You took a deep breath in allowing his familiar, warm vanilla scent to fill your lungs “What’s all of this?” He questioned in a suspicious tone, raising an eyebrow at the neatly ordered spices and assortment of baking ingredients.

“We’re gonna make halloween biscuits!” You exclaimed, your bare feet pattering on the kitchen tiles below you. As you squeezed him tighter.

“We? Do you mean You’re gonna make them?” He asked dryly.

“No, I mean we’re gonna make them together, Ransom.” Your dug you hands into the thick fabric of his sweater, looking up at him and jutting you lower lip out in a pout and putting on your best pair of puppy eyes “Pleaseeee” You whined, rubbing your face into his chest “For me, Ransom, I wanna make cookies with you.” You could see the conflict waging behind his eyes, Ransom bit down on his lip, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose.

“Fine. We’ll make cookies together. But you owe me.”

“Owe you what?” You tilted your head to the side curiously, sloping your head upwards to look into his eyes—the white of his sweater made them look almost grey. Ransom's heart squeezed at the innocence in your gaze as you asked him, he adored that about you—the fact that it bordered on naïvety and made you wordlessly follow anything he said like it was gospel.

“I haven’t decided yet,” His gaze travelled down to your bare thighs, he swallowed thickly, he knew you were only wearing panties; it was what you usually did whenever you wore any of Ransoms clothes, because they were so big on you, and it drove him crazy every single time. You always did things unknowingly that made him feral and he had to force himself to keep himself under control “but I have some ideas.” He smirked, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair—giving you two head pats and watching as all your thoughts behind your eyes faded as soon as he touched you. “So…Cookies?” His questioning brought you back to your senses. You released him, turning away from him shyly; embarrassed by the effect his touch had on you. The beast inside of him was aching to be released as he watched you fidget, he had to subtly rearrange himself to prevent you from seeing how hard he was. He walked over to the sink, thoroughly washing his hands.

“I-I have everything set out and measured, all we need to do is put it all together, cut out the cookies, put them on a baking tray and leave them in the oven. I didn’t want you to have to do too much, since I knew you’d be tired.” You wrung your hands together as you explained yourself, busying yourself with fiddling with the strings of your apron.

You could feel Ransom standing behind you before he rested his chin on your head. “How thoughtful of you, Puppy.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head before picking up the mixing bowl “So what’s first?”

“We need to cream the butter and sugar together.” You earned a deep laugh from Ransom “What?”

“Cream.” He repeated, tittering to himself. You gave him a playful slap on his forearm, turning away from him and putting the butter and sugar into the bowl he was holding.

“You’re on whisking duty.” You huffed grabbing the smaller bowl and combining the variety of spices, plain flour and bicarbonate of soda together “You’re gonna be whisking for about 3 minutes, until it’s a nice pale colour” Ransom scooted next to you rolling up his sleeves before he began to whisk vigorously, grunting in the process. You felt your mind wandering as you folded the dry ingredients together, swirling them gently as you let your gaze shift over to Ransom. Biting your lip at the extreme focus he was in whilst whisking.

“That’s looking pretty pale to me. I think I’m done, what do you think?” He questioned, looking down at you. He set down the bowl “Caught you staring.”

“I was looking at the bowl!” You defended, unable to meet his accusing gaze.

“Sure you were. Come on, you're the leader, do we just combine both of these?”

“Yep! You know for someone who’s never cooked or baked you’re pretty good at this!”

“Don’t be cheeky, Puppy. I’ve baked before, just not often. Here gimme that.” He took the small bowl of dry ingredients and dumped it all in the bowl he’d been mixing.

“No! we were meant to fold it in slowly!”

“It’ll be fineeee. We can still fold it and now it’ll be quicker.” He passed the wooden spoon over to you “Your turn, since you’re the expert.” He said in a honeyed tone.

After bumping heads with Ransom a bit more about his odd approach to baking you finally had all the cookies cut out in the shapes of pumpkins and bats and on a baking tray. You slid it into the oven and closed the door, throwing the oven gloves and your apron onto the counter “That took way longer than it was meant to, because someone was eating the raw cookie dough!” You grumbled, washing the sticky residue of the cookie dough of your hands.

Ransom picked you up with ease, locking his lips with yours as he placed you on the counter. As he kissed you he began running his hands all across your body; slipping his hands up his sweater you were wearing to caress your tits, tweaking and twisting the pebbled nipples. He pushed his hardened cock against your dripping cunt as he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. Watching as you turned into a whimper mess beneath his attention as he deprived you of oxygen. His kisses becoming more and more ravenous as your face becomes red, Ransom pulls away from allowing you to breathe. You grabbed at Ransom trying to pull him back in for more kisses, your mouth feeling so empty without him. But Ransom eased down on to his knees, tipping his head back as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter by your calves. “All this baking has made me hungry, Puppy, but I’m sure you can fix that. Can’t you, my precious little Pup?” Heat rises to your cheeks as a throb of heat pulses between your thighs, you squeeze them together trying to subtly gain some friction. He slowly trails his large hands from your calves up to your knees, rubbing circles into them with the pads of his thumbs before he parts your legs. You loved it when ransom manhandled you, the way he took control and dominated you; he made you wet without even touching your pussy.

Ransom massaged the wet spot form on your underwear grinning as he watched you bite back a moan. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tucking them away in the back pocket of his dark blue jeans “You’re dripping for me.” He blew cold air against your clit, as if you were a hot meal he was trying to cool, the action sent a shiver up your spine making Ransom chuckle

“Stop teasing.” You pouted using one of your hands to tousle his hair playfully.

“I’m teasing? I think you’re mistaken, Pup. You’ve been teasing me since the second I walked through the front door. Wearing my sweater, giving me those puppy eyes and expecting me to be able to focus on baking. I wanted to bend you over this counter and fuck your little brains out as soon as I laid eyes on you. This is simply payback.” Placing feather light touches with the tips of his fingers right next to your swollen lips.

You whined pushing your hips into his face “Please.” You begged “need you.”

“Can’t even form a full sentence. I haven’t even touched you yet and you can’t even think coherently. What are we going to do with you, my dumbly little Puppy?” He cooed, taking your sensitive nub into his scorching mouth, sucking on it gently and grazing the hood with his bottom teeth. You threw your head back, narrowly missing the corner of the cabinet. He released your clit, swiping his tongue through your creamy slit; before sucking on each of your puffy lips giving soft nibbles to each, your moans rising in pitch with every soft touch and lick. He slipped two fingers inside you, scissoring them inside you whilst he drew his initials on your clit with his tongue with slow swipes. You could barely focus on anything, as his fingers rubbed against the spongy part inside you that made your moan like a pornstar. Ransom moved from your clit to slurp the slick running out of you “Such a messy Puppy. You’re gonna get the counter all dirty with your sweet nectar.” You couldn’t handle his teasing normally, but especially not while he was devouring you like a starved man. You attempted to pull your hips away as you felt the heat within you growing, but his hold on your thighs stiffened; becoming almost bruising as he lapped and sucked at your quivering hole, slipping his tongue in to accompany his fingers before returning to your throbbing clit. The pace of his tongues flicking quickened, he could tell you were near your end and he was going to do everything in his power to hear you scream for him “Cum. Cum on my face, Puppy. Soak me.” He demanded, suckling your clit as your body spasmed, making your hips rise up off the counter as you came on his fingers. Your sopping pussy constricting around him like a viper as he continued to piston his fingers into you through your orgasm; attacking the sensitive part within you making you scream. You could feel another orgasm approaching as he drew tight circles on your pulsating pearl.

“Ransom! Please stop, it hurts. Feels too good.” You sobbed your thighs, quivering in his powerful grasp. Drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as you let out pathetic overstimulated whines. Another wave of pleasure crashed through your body, making you let out sounds you didn’t think you were capable of. If you knew what was going on you’d be embarrassed, but you were so lost in the pleasure that Ransom’s tongue was giving you that you couldn’t care less if the whole world heard you.

Ransom got to his feet, his eyes raking over you hungrily as he wiped the remainder of your juices that his tongue couldn’t reach with the back of his hand. He wanted to take a picture of you like this, your pretty face all destroyed for him accompanied by the vacant look behind your eyes. Scratch that he wanted to frame it. He cupped your cheek with his hand wiping the tears of ecstasy still staining your cheeks away. He slipped his thumb past your lips, practically growling as you began to suckle on the digit “We’ve still got a few minutes before they’re done baking, so how about we have a bit more fun, Puppy?”

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🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

Nicknames: Pumpkin

A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.

“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face

“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.

Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.

He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.

Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Monstertober Day 3:

The Scarecrow walks at midnight

Pairing: Scarecrow!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, serious Non con, death, mentions of blood, asphyxiation/choking, bruises (not the kinky kind), Beefy!Ari (6,8ft), size difference, held down, chasing, p in v

Nicknames: Song bird, birdie

Word count: 2.3k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

AN: My apologies that this is a bit late, I had some health issues yesterday which really messed up my whole day. I ended up changing it from Headless horseman!Bucky to Scarecrow!Ari, because I had such bad writers block when trying to write it. I hope y’all enjoy and like all the Goosebumps references ♥︎

You pull up to The Stanley's farm, you’d know the Stanley’s for a long time. Everyone in this town knew everyone, that’s how it always been. Which is why, when Natasha sent you texts saying to come find her in a corn maze. You knew this was where she was talking about and despite the fact that it was technically closed right now, you knew the Stanley’s wouldn’t mind. You hopped out of the warmth of your car and into the autumn night. You loved the countryside, but you hated the fact that there were no lights. You only had the stars and the moon to guide you as you stumbled across the rocky path towards the corn maze.

It wasn’t far, you could see the sign, but you could also see a foreboding wooden cross standing outside the corn maze that you’d never seen before. You stopped in front of the wooden cross, running your fingers across the red paint chipping off the splintering wood. There’s nails with shreds of fabric still tangled around the posts; there was something hung up here at some point, a scarecrow more likely than not “The shity neighbourhood kids probably ripped it off” you huff “Always ruining everything, they threw paint in the plaza fountain only last week.” You drag your hand to the apex of the cross, it’s warm. Peculiar. You brush it off, despite your uncertainty, and look back at the text Natasha sent you.

I’m in the corn maze

Bet you can’t find me, scaredy-cat 👻🐈‍⬛

She had some nerve calling you a scaredy-cat, who in their right mind wouldn’t be scared to go alone into a bloody corn maze at midnight. It was pitch black, aside from the piercing light of the moon that parted the slate clouds that drifted across the inky, velvet blanket of the sky.

You stand infront of the en tree dance of the corn maze. It’s marked by an ornate metal sign, with chipping discoloured paint ‘Stanley’s Corn Maze’ it said in a faded orange paint. It felt like the beginning of a horror movie. Two friends enter a corn maze at night, now you just need a killer.

“Natashaaaaa” you sing “where are youuuuuu?” You’d been walking for what felt like forever, your phone was only on 4%. Nerves were starting to prickle in your belly “Come on I can’t find you! I give up okay so let’s go! I wanna watch a scary movie. Oooo maybe we can watch ‘Stay out of the Basement’ that’s meant to be good.” You hear the rustling of the dying corn leaves being pushed aside behind you, but still no reply from Natasha “Nat, if you’re trying to scare me it ain’t gonna work. I can hear you.” You spin around on your heel. It was not Natasha.

It was a man, he looked to be well over six foot tall. From where you were standing he was an Adonis; a halo of blonde hair and bulging muscle. He stepped closer, you remained still.

In the moon's pale light you could see the dirty blonde hair, tousled and scruffy with loose bits of hay and dirt tangled in his locks. He had a thick beard and moustache, but the glow from the moon still allowed you to see his prominent cheekbones. His firm chest strained against the thin fabric of his red, plaid shirt. You could see the contour of his torso and arms, he was covered in muscle and towering over you. As he stepped closer, further into the moonlight, you could see his face clearer; there were two messy stitches on either side of his mouth, clotted blood surrounding the punctures and strands of hay protruding from his skin. As he neared closer. You stumbled backwards. Fresh blood coated his thick, veiny arms all the way up to his sleeves rolled at his elbows, the cloth of his sleeves stained and dripping “Where are you going little bird? I want you to sing for me.” The stitched corners of his lips stretched into a smile as he lunged forward at you, his heavy body's ungraceful movements allowed you to dart past him into the thicket of corn. Your hands guarded your face defensively as you dashed through the corn, the brown, aged husks and leaves whipping at your exposed skin “Birdie! I’m gonna find you!” His bellowing voice pierced through the deafening sound of your blood rushing in your head.

You paused as your foot treads on something squishy, yet firm, you turn your gaze to the floor. Natasha. She’s beaten and bloody, clothes torn and her head appears to almost be severed from her shoulders “Nat…” you whimper, her eyes are still open. You hear the jostling of corn. You have no time to close them as you take off again, the bleak night air drowning you as you gulp it down like a fish. The burning tears dripping from your eyes burn your icy skin, you turn your head back to try to see him. He’s not there. You practically jump out of your skin as you hear a loud crack of thunder rumble around you, then cold drops of rain begin to fall. The drops that sprinkle across your skin send goosebumps across your skin, your hairs prickling to a point as you shiver.

You need to keep running, despite your exhaustion you find it within you to keep going. You can hear the corn rattling around you from every direction, you were so disorientated. As you jogged through the maze you reached down to your pocket to search for your dying phone, that’s when all hope drained from you. You’d dropped your fucking phone. The rain began to pick up, turning from a light dusting to harsh, thick droplets that fell with such speed that it hurt your skin. You came to a halt in a patch of newly formed mud, what were you meant to do? You felt doomed, you could no longer restrain the sobs that left you, lip wobbling as you choked on your sorrows.

One second you're standing, the next you’re tackled to the ground. Your shoulder collides with the sludgy earth and air catches in your lungs as you let out a choked yelp. You smash your hands into the Scarecrow's strong chest as you writhe against his fierce grip, he only needs one of his hands to overpower you and pin your hands above your head. You’re forced to look at him atop of you. His hair is glued to his forehead with sweat and the moonlight causes the thin sheen covering his skin to glitter like tiny diamonds. He bends closer to you, hot puffs of air from his heavy breathing suffocating you. He presses his face into the crook of your neck; the bristly hairs of his beard scratching against your neck as he licks at your neck, he shoved his nose into your hair and takes a long deep breathe in “Smell so good birdie, better than other woman. Ari’s gonna give you pleasure now.” You thrash against him kicking at him, he ignores it and bends one of your legs over his shoulder, “Lie still, Song bird, gonna make you feel so nice.” He grunts as you kick at his face, catches your ankle in his free hand and squeezes. His grip strength is inhuman. You shriek as you feel your bones creaking against the pressure he applies, your bones threaten to snap.

“Stop! Stop! I won’t kick you please!” You scream, the agony sending shocks across your nerves and to your brain, a dull ache lingering in your skull. He lets go of your ankle and lands a powerful punch to your gut, grit your teeth and grunt “Oof!” acidic sickness rising in your throat, you swallow it.

“Other girl wouldn’t stop screaming. Squeezed her too hard. Always squeeze too hard, it was an accident. Not gonna squeeze as hard with you, Birdie, like you, like your voice, like your scent. Want you alive.” His large hand tears your shorts and panties with one pull, the display petrified you but it also made your pussy drip. He ran two fingers through your fold, collecting some of your slick and bringing it to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your cream, releasing his fingers with a loud pop “Taste so good. Need to fuck you.” Ari grumbled, undoing his jeans, releasing his member that slapped against his clothed stomach. It was long and ribbed with a thick purple vein running up the shaft and patch of pale blonde hair dusted his pelvis.

You moved your hips away from him. He hooks his calloused hand under your knee quickly and pulls you closer “No riggling, Birdie. Don’t wanna hurt you.” The fear freezes you in place and he takes the chance to thrust all the way inside you, smashing into your cervix causing you scream out and thrash as his dick crams uncomfortable inside you, he’s too big. You can feel the rubbed texture of his cock as your walls clamp harshly in an attempt to push him out. He pistons his hips without a care, unbothered by your body's feeble attempt at rejection. Your shrieks appear to fall upon death ears until he lifts you slightly by your wrists and then slams you back into the ground. Your brain rattles in your skull as your head hits the floor; a pounding pain throbs across the back of your head, and you look at him with a bewildered expression.

“No, Birdie, you’re meant to sing nicely. No screaming, or I’ll squeeze.” His scratchy knuckles brushes away the tears flowing down your cheeks. You nod and whimper, fighting the pain and letting out soft ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s as he continued his brutal pace, bending closer to you pushing your legs into you, angling your hips so he could thrust even deeper. Spearing you all the way to the hilt of his girthy length, you let out a guttural cry as he grunted and groaned in response to his own wild thrusts. Heat spread across your back as his pelvis rubbed against your clit “Tight.” He growled, pressing a kiss to your temple, he smelt strongly of hay and dirt, but underneath that strong scent of petrichor was a uniquely manly musk. Your pleasure was interrupted as his hand released your wrists, he slammed his fist into the ground, snarling as he thrusted. The hand holding your knee squeezed extremely tightly, you could feel bruises forming under his touch.

“Ow! Ari! Squeezing too tight!” You yowled, he was going to snap your knee. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, his pace slowed; his hips stuttering as he came to a stop entirely.

“Sorry, SongBird. Won’t squeeze anymore.” For a man…Scarecrow who was raping you he was being surprisingly considerate. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your reddened cheeks soothingly before pulling out all the way to his tip before ramming back into you, hard enough for your body to slide around in the mud below you. Your lungs burn and your throat is raw. You bite back a scream when his bulbous tip collided with your cervix once again “Close. So close. Sing! Sing for me Birdie!” You whimper and let out an involuntary moan as his cock rubs the sweet spot within you. His barred teeth soften into a smile at your moans, his free hand comes to neck and he begins to squeeze. You remember Natasha, the way her head laid in a pool of blood. How you could barely see any remnants of her neck. You began to thrash once again, Ari ignored you, lost in his own pleasure. You could feel his cock twitching inside, in your mind you pleaded for him to come. For it to be over. His thrusts quickened even more, his hips bashing painfully into your ass. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin overpowering the crackle of thunder. He threw his head back and let out a full bodied groan, which resembled a roar as he came inside you. The ropes of his come were cold, just like his whole body-ice cold, the amount of his spend was unrelenting. He released your neck, you let out a series of cough thanking God for answering you as took deep breaths of air. You’d never been so grateful to be able to breathe.

Ari still hadn’t pulled out, he was still hard. Your pussy was rubbed raw from his pubic hair, and your clit ached painful from the force of his pelvis colliding with it. Then his thrusts continued. He wanted to go again. You clawed at him and he pinned you again “Bad Birdie, not done yet.” He murmured. You stared up at the moon as it mocked you, moving so freely through the sky. You curse the moon for letting him come alive. Your thoughts begin to fade as you just gaze up at the moving clouds heavy with more rain.

Resistance was futile. So you just laid there taking it. You close your eyes, your head was heavy from the adrenaline crash. You hoped sleep would take you, and it did.

The orange, pink tinge of sunset colours your vision as you open your eyes. Your ears are ringing, a piercing static reverberating in your skull. Your eyes sting and your throat is strained and scratchy. You push your hands beside you, they sink into the mud slightly as you sit up. A dull pain radiates throughout the apex of your thighs and legs, the bruises that litter them clear in the garish glow of the orange morning sun. You look around you, there’s hay scattered across the ground and beside you is the Scarecrow, face down in the mud your phone beneath his freakishly human hands. The baritone sound of his voice echoes in your mind as you pull your phone out and turn it on. 1% battery…Better call the right person.

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Never stop chasing me 🐕

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Overprotective!Ransom, softdom!Ransom, angst, Beefy!Ransom, mentions of mean!Ransom, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, p in v

Nicknames: Puppy

Word count: 2.9k

You’ve been in love with Ransom for as long as he could remember. It was obvious to everyone around you, even to him but he ignored it. He liked feeling wanted. He liked the look of pure admiration in your eyes. He liked how you’d follow him around like a puppy. And he loved your adorable jealous face when he flirted with others. But lately you haven’t been coming around, you’ve been avoiding him completely. Then he sees you with another man. He can’t bear it, he needs you back.

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Wherever Ransom went, you weren’t far behind. At the country club? You were there. At social events? You were there. Shopping for new clothes? You were definitely there; carrying his bags, giving opinions on outfits and keeping him company. Your behaviour had earned you the nickname ‘Puppy’, well at least, that was what the nicer people called you. Others, who were less nice, called you a more explicit word of the same origin. The nickname had stuck, even Ransom called you it now ‘Puppy, carry this.’ or ‘Puppy, follow me.’ or ‘Puppy, put that down’ They’d all become frequent commands. He liked having a little puppy to follow him everywhere, despite him disliking dogs—he liked you, though he would never show it. He loved the fact that no matter what he did you’d always run back to him. He adored the sad puppy eyes you always gave him; whenever he abandoned you to go off with others or whenever he said something inherently mean to you like insulting your outfit, hair or just general appearance that day—he loved the sight of tears threatening to spill from your big eyes and your lip quivering at his insults, it was one of his favourite activities. He felt powerful when he did it, something he always lacked at home—but you slotted right into that category of need perfectly. He valued your friendship deep, deep down in his seemingly non existent heart. He refused to show it though, because to show it was to admit that he needed you and he didn’t need anyone…Or did he?

But then it happened the next day, and the day after that and then just like that a week had passed. A bleak, lonely week. He sat snuggled in a sweater on one of the cushiony, cream chairs next to the roaring fireplace. He’d been on the same page of the latest fashion mag for almost an hour, staring blankly at the model; pretending to himself that he was reading it and that he totally was not waiting for you to reply to his 30th text or 50th missed call.

But then it happened the next day, and the day after that and then just like that a week had passed. A bleak, lonely week. He sat snuggled in a sweater on one of the cushiony, cream chairs next to the roaring fireplace. He’d been on the same page of the latest fashion mag for almost an hour, staring blankly at the model; pretending to himself that he was reading it and that he totally was not waiting for you to reply to his 30th text or 50th missed call.

He had caved on the third day. He couldn’t bare the silence any more. It was making him antsy, his leg was continually bouncing and for the first time in forever he’d begun biting his nails again—a habit he’d had to try so hard to curb. God damn he missed you. He missed your presence, the soft chime of your sing-song tone, the light pitter patter of your feet as you followed closely behind him and your scent—he missed that most—it was so comforting, he’d instantly relax when he smelt you. He was crumbling without it. He threw down the magazine, onto the small black table that divided the chairs, in frustration throwing his head back, resting an arm on his forehead and letting out an elongated Ughh. He was bored and lonely. Argh he hates that word: Lonely. Why the fuck should he, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, have to be lonely? It was a ridiculous concept. The words Drysdale and lonely do not align, they should never be placed next to each other. It was sacrilege. But somehow it happened.

He needed to fuck someone.

That was the conclusion he had come to, that’s why he was here at ‘Miss Scarlet’ ‘The hottest bar in town’ is what every stupid tourist site called it. To Ransom, it was exclusively known as ‘the bird nest’ because it was one of the only places he went to pick up women. Aside from the country club, of course, but he'd almost run entirely through its supply of hot milfs looking to cheat on their husbands. So now he was here, nursing a drink whilst he flirted with a hot blonde at the bar. That’s when he saw you. More dressed up than he’d ever seen you before, giggling at a guy's jokes, touching his arm whilst he kissed along your delicate face. He squeezed the glass in his hand so hard that it threatened to shatter. He slammed his glass into the polished bar top, leaving his maraschino cherry. And he never left his maraschino cherry.

Before he knew it he was striding over to you, uncaring about the looks he was getting as he parted the crowd like the Red Sea to get to you. You were stunned at the sight of him; his eyes narrowed, dark and dangerous, chest heaving, hair slightly tousled and nostrils flared as he stood tall, towering over you and the man you were fooling around with “Get up, Puppy. We’re leaving.” He demanded, waiting for you to comply. You remained seated “Puppy. Get up. Now.” He ordered sneering at the fact that he had to repeat himself, he had never had to do that with you. You had always followed commands the second they were uttered. You ignored him for the second time, he was livid. “Hey you. Yeah you, fuck face, who else I’m I talking to? Take a fucking walk okay? Just piss off.” the man shifted in his seat but you grabbed his wrist, looking at him with your puppy eyes. That broke him.

His pride took the back seat, as walked into the booth seizing your wrist and using little of his strength to pull you in his chest. His other hand drifting to the small of your back, your scent hit him. Fuck he needed you, more than he’d needed anyone before. He’d never noticed how much bigger he was than you, how he practically engulfed you. It made him hard. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms- as if you were a fragile baby—and grabbed your stuff before marching out of the bar towards his prized BMW. He set you down in the passenger seat and then got into the drivers side. You started to frantically pull at the door handle, trying to get out of here. You couldn’t be in here with him, you could feel all the words you’d wished you said tangling inside you; getting trapped in you throat forming a painful lump as your lip wobbled and tears rolled down your cheeks “Open the door! Ransom!” You thought you sounded fine aside from when you said his name, your voice quaked and you let out a little whimper. He noticed though and it made his heart ache at the sound of your pain. Finally you gave up on the door.

“The child lock is on, you won’t be running from me, Puppy. I need to talk to you, let’s get to my house first.” You didn’t respond “Do your seatbelt up.” You made no movement to do so, crossing your arms over your chest and looking out the window. Ransom leaned across you, buckling you in. He swiped at the tears on the cheek facing him, telling you it was going to be okay before turning the key and starting the drive back to his house.

You were silent the whole journey, aside from your sobs that you attempted to muffle in the sleeve of your auburn sweater. He put some calming music on low volume hoping to calm you. It didn’t work. Your sobs just became more ragged, he could see your whole body shaking in his peripheral vision as he pulled up to the house.

He immediately got out of the car, wasting no time as he practically ran to your side. Throwing open the door, swiftly unbuckling your seat belt and pressing you back into his chest, rocking you like an infant and shushing you as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. He locked the car and walked up to his house, struggling to unlock the door. He finally did, kicking the door open and shutting it ungracefully behind him as he entered the living room setting you down on the couch. He finally looked at your face. It was red and wrecked with tears and snot that you had attempted to rub away with your sleeve. You hiccuped as more tears came, the gravity of the situation crushing your chest pushing all your emotions out of you, you tried to cover yourself, to curl in on yourself so he couldn’t see your disheveled state as you unwound before him. He plopped down next to you and pulled you close “Y/N you need to look at me, okay? We need to talk about this. I need to know why you left.”

You slowly let down your arms “why I left? Ransom y-you k-know why I left.” You choked looking at him incredulously. He stared at you dumbfounded, he had no idea. “You make me feel s-so insignificant, you’re always so mean to m-me despite e-everything I do for y-you and you always ignore m-me and make me feel like I don’t even… I don’t even e-exist.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, you looked and sounded pitiful. You whimpered as his hand stroked your cheek, leaning into his cool hand for relief from the sweltering warmth that was stifling you.

“I never knew you felt like that. I was so lonely without you, Puppy.”

“Stop it.” You sniffled, face scrunching up in anger as you pulled away from his touch

“Stop what?”

“Calling me Puppy. I hate it. You always use it to make fun of me, you hate dogs Ransom so it’s your way of saying you h-hate me.” You mumble in a strained voice, a fresh stream of salty tears ran down your face as you choked painfully on the tight knot in your throat, a sob wracking your body as he squeezed you tighter into his muscular chest .

“I’m not making fun of you. I call you Puppy because you follow me around like one. I love you. This week without you made me realise that. I can’t be without you, my life falls to pieces when I don’t have you here. I love you, Puppy. I can’t see you with another man, it hurt so much and it made me so fucking angry.” He had to stop the anger from over taking him, he didn’t want to scare you, but just picturing that guy putting his lips on you made him want to ravish you. He began kissing your tears away and wiped your nose with a tissue from the table “No more crying okay? Because you’re making me cry too.” And it was true there were actual tears running down his face, for the first time ever he was actually crying. Your tiny hand cupped his face, marvelling at the tears that were actually falling from his eyes “I’ve known you loved me ever since we became friends. But I liked you chasing me.”

“You’re such an asshole Ransom.” You chuckled tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, he soon removed you.

“I know, but I’m your asshole, Puppy.” You swooned at the idea of him being yours, you’d always prayed the day would come when he’d say he loved you and now your dream had come true. His head dipped down just enough to be at level with yours and then he kissed you, curling his rough fingers into your hair as he deepened the kiss. It had started as an innocent kiss, but there was nothing innocent about the way his tongue crept into your mouth or the little moan you let out as he lightly tugged your hair. It metamorphosed into teeth and steamy gasps for air between kisses, your tongues thrashing together with insatiable hunger, as he pushed you back into the couch; your head resting against the arm rest as he continued to devour you. He finally pulled away and admired his handy work. Your lips were red and swollen and your eyes were clouded with lust, practically gawking at him as you shifted uncomfortably pleading for him to continue. Those puppy eyes would be the death of him.

He threw his cable knit sweater to the ground and slipped between your legs, tearing a hole in your tights and pushing your panties to the side. “Ransom you don’t have to do that.” You exclaimed, pushing at his head and squeezing your thighs closed, his strong hands parted them.

“Today is about you. I need to show you how much I love you, Puppy, and the best way to show you is with my mouth.” He ran his tongue between your dripping folds, he let out a deep moan when the taste of you reached him “So fucking sweet.” He growled, pushing his tongue into your clenching hole. One of his hands drifted down your clit, gathering some of your slick before circling the little bud of nerves as he attacked the spongy sweet spot inside of you. You threw your head back, your hands scrambling to take hold of his silky locks. Even his hair felt expensive. You drove your hips into his mouth forcing him further into you.

“Feels so good.” You pant as he pulls out his tongue and replaces it with his fingers, continuing to attack the spot that made your toes curl. His lips closed around your clit licking, sucking and biting ever so gently. He flicked his tongue over your pearl, relishing in your mewls

“That’s it, Puppy, you’re close. Come on my face. I want to taste you. Come.” He ordered, attacking you clit with new found vigour as your hips raised up off the sofa your thighs shook as the using warmth inside you came to its peak. You screamed as he abused your clit even through your orgasm, squirting all over his face. He lapped at you a few times before pulling away. Cold air kissing your tepid, wet pussy sending goosebumps across your skin. Ransom's face was glistening with your slick and his lips were swollen and red. He pulled your tights, underwear and skirt all at once and pulled your sweater over your head, leaving your nude body completely bare to his wandering gaze “you’re gorgeous.” He uttered, not intending for you to hear, stroking his calloused palms against your smooth skin, running his hand over every single curve and dip “I want to worship you, I’ll open a temple for just me and you because you are my goddess. I need to worship you.” You covered your face in embarrassment, he pulled your arms away from your face. “Don’t do that with me, Puppy, I want to see every single one of your beautiful expressions.” He cooed as he undid his pinstripe slacks and pulled down his boxers freeing his length that had been begging to escape, it was heavy and long with a thick vein tracing up the shaft. It twitched as he took a hold of the thick shaft, hovering it over your lower stomach “I’m going to fill you so we’ll, Puppy.” He rasped before nudging the head at your entrance. He pushed his whole length in with a grunt, his dick stretching your walls, relishing in your cries as your back arched further into him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, sucking his shoulder. The scent of his cologne weaved it’s way into your lungs, it was an intoxicating woody magnolia with a hint of vanilla—he smelt like an expensive candle from bath and body works. It was so comforting. You nibbled his neck and he let out a groan and ruts so deep into you that your breath catches in your throat, you let out a high pitched yelp which melts into a moan as he grinds his tip against your cervix a mind numbing sensation blows through you as his nails dig into your hips his girthy cock perfectly rubbing against all the right spots.

your legs clamped around him, drawing him deeper into you, your fingers taking down his back leaving angry red streaks in their wake. You threw your head back, your mouth gaping open in a silent wail “You’re close, Puppy. Me too. Come whenever you want, I’m right behind you.” He moaned, bracing himself on his elbows on top of you.

“Gonna come! Gonna comeee Ransom!” You squealed, he squeezed your clit between his fingers. Plasmid starburst exploded behind your eyelids, sweat collecting at your clavicle as a pleasurable numbness coats your whole being. Ransom fucked you through your orgasm, his thrust becoming unquardinated reaching his peak with a grunt. His messed up hair, damp with sweat drags across your forehead as his lips connect with yours in a compassionate kiss. You let your eyelids fall closed.

Ransom cleaned you up with a warm rag and carried you up to his room, he wanted you to feel safe, to feel comfortable, to feel wanted. He stroked your sleeping face, trying to memorise your peaceful expression. He never wanted to see you upset ever again, he promised he wouldn’t cause you sadness. The only tears he wanted to see was from the pleasure he gave you “Never stop chasing me. I need you, Puppy.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead and leaning back letting out a content sigh. All he needed was you.

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🎀 Daddy!Ari Levinson x Naive!Reader Drabble🎀

Warnings: thigh grinding, kind of Dark!Ari, dacryphilia

Nicknames: Doe

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He knows he shouldn’t find this attractive; your big doe eyes filled with tears and your perfect pink lips pouting ever so slightly, as you work yourself up and down his thigh seeking release. He knew he was fucked up for making you do this, but God if it didn’t make him hard. He could feel his dick begging for freedom from his grey sweats, his tip was already weeping and peeking out of the waistband. He thanked God he was wearing a shirt. He wanted to be inside you, to ruin you. But not yet. He had to control himself, the whimper that left your parted lips caused a growl to rise in his throat. He didn’t know how long he could repress the beast within him, with you soaking all the way through your panties and his sweatpants. You were wearing his favourite pair, white with pink, frilly, lace and bows—he’d bought them for you a few weeks ago, the memory of your flushed face when you unwrapped the pink paper the store clerk had wrapped them in flashed in his mind and the growl finally slipped free. You were his pure, timid little Doe and he was a wolf slowly corrupting you—moulding you into his perfect fuck toy. He wanted to taste you, to see if you really tasted as sweet as you looked. He raised his hands, from their place of digging into the couch cushion, to under his shirt you were wearing and sunk them into the supple, warm, resistant flesh of your ass—that he adored so very much. You whined in response, grinding your clit harder into his thick thigh. He loved when you wore his shirts, they were so massive on you and something about seeing you chose to wear something that was his instead of your own itched the primal, possessive part of his brain. His balls ached, as you let out another one of your high pitched moans when you rubbed your bud just right. He bit down on his lip, letting out a muffled curse as he began to bounce the thigh you were sitting on; trying to quicken your release so he could go deal with his own problem. Your tiny hands dug into his shoulders and you tried to hide your adorable, ruined face, he stopped his bouncing and removed his hands from your ass instead cupping your chin with one “Look at me Doe.” He commanded, you obliged meeting his lustful gaze with your fucked out expression.

“Come, need to come, Ari please, it tingles.” You whimper pathetically, humping his leg slowly. He was proud, you were using the word he’d taught you ‘Come’ it sounded so cute coming from your mouth. He grabbed your hips, stopping your movements and you sob in desperation.

“How about I show you another way to come, Doe eyes? How big girls come.” He felt dirty doing this to you, he felt he was corrupting you—his little, innocent Doe but he needed to feel how tight you were, he needed you to clamp around him. He needed to fuck your little brains out.

“I wanna know. Want you to show me.” You demanded, wiping away the tears of ecstasy rolling down your rose tinted cheeks. He could barely contain his excitement as he lifted you up as he stood from the couch, making sure to graze your panty covered clit with his knuckles.

“I’ll show you, Doe. Let’s go to the bedroom.”