Pls You Literally Reblogged 22 Seconds Ago But I Had To Answer Straight Away, This Is Such A Compliment

pls you literally reblogged 22 seconds ago but i had to answer straight away, this is such a compliment coming from you!🥺 thankyou so much for reblogging💗 (pt 2 out this week🤭)

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

Pairing; Multiple character club AU, each fic portrays different readers.

Summary; A series of tales staring your favourite Cevans babes, Location: Cherry Bomb.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐑𝐈 & 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

From the day you stepped foot into Ari’s club you were his. Not only did he own half the city, but your body and soul alongside it. Will his dangerous aura drive you away… or pull you in closer than you could have ever imagined.

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 & 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 & 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 & 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 & 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 & 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 & 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍

𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑

dividers by~ @cafekitsune

i made my first gif! fucking finally lol, now im just confused as to how i blend two together, all the tutorials are so complicated😭😭😭

oh my GOD. finally people are delving into the world of piss. this was fucking amazing and so hot i can’t. he’s so reassuring and sweet but at the same time so dominant and assertive. FUCK.

Something New (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

An optional [standalone] installment of dom!joel Previous Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: dom/brat tamer!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Joel wants to introduce you to a new kink warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), watersports (piss!kink), golden shower, established dom/sub relationship, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, facial, brief unprotected piv, creampie, brief cockwarming, Joel being v fluffy, reader is shorter than joel and has hair, for possibly the first time ever me glossing over the actual sex.  word count: ~3.6K | ao3 warning: PLEASE READ THE TAGS. We’re entering some uncharted territory for me and, from what I’ve seen, most of the fandom. I know this isn’t for everyone!! Please don’t read if you KNOW it won’t be for you! But I’m not trying to be edgy. Don’t want anyone to have the worst day on their blog. So please proceed with caution. But if you’re willing to give it a try, thank you!  a/n: Since this is not everyone’s cuppa, I wrote this as an optional fic in my dom!joel series, but it can also be read as a standalone for anyone wanting to dip their toes in this kink 👀 Masterlist | Kofi

“Looking mighty pensive over there.”

Joel’s head breaks free of the hand cupping his chin as he swivels to look at you where you sit on the other end of the couch, your legs extended toward him. “Mmm?”

You give a short laugh and poke his thigh with your big toe. “Look like you’re somewhere else right now. Take me with you.”

Joel’s expression goes sheepish, reaching out to stroke a hand over your bare foot affectionately. “I’m here, babygirl. Don’t you worry.”

“I like to think I know you better than that. What’s up?”

Joel takes a hefty breath and squeezes your foot. “Just thinkin’ about somethin’.”

“About…?”

His eyes flicker from your face to the couch, nervous in a way you haven’t seen him in a while. “Not real sure how you’re gonna react to it, ‘f I’m bein’ honest.”

Your brow furrows in concern as you sit up, leaning in to place your hand over his and slot your fingers together. “What’s the story, cowboy?”

He sighs and brings your entwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. “Just thinkin’ about one of the items on my list.”

“Oh?”

“Just somethin’ i'd really like to try, ‘f you’d let me.”

“Well, lay it on me. I already know what’s on that list, you’re not gonna shock me.”

“‘S true, I ‘s’pose,” He acknowledges with a nod. Then Joel is shifting, shuffling fully onto the couch until he’s hovering over you, hands bracketing your head on the armrest and knees straddling your waist. He bows his head down to steal a warm, passionate kiss from your lips, you falling pliant into the couch at his attention. He brushes your nose with his as he asks, “You recall number thirty-four?”

Even without Joel’s overwhelming presence above you, your addled brain wouldn’t be able to scrounge up that information. So you just shake your head. 

“A certain special kind of…” Joel trails off to nip at your neck before whispering in your ear, “Shower.”

The tumbleweeds in your head start to clear as another image presents itself. And you know exactly what he’s referring to. 

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Joel affirms, sucking kisses into your neck as he gives you a moment to process. 

“Fuck, I can’t think with you doing that, daddy,”  You protest breathily, swallowing the sudden influx of saliva flooding your mouth at his ministrations. 

He chuckles softly against your neck and plants one more peck before pulling away to look back at you. “That better?”

And you’d love to think it is, but just him looking at you like that, the heat buried in his eyes and the sexy lines of his face, doesn’t have you thinking the most clearly. You slowly ease yourself upright, Joel shifting back to accommodate you, granting you some space. You cup his cheek with one hand, studying his face. 

“So you want to pee on me?” You state simply, mussing with Joel’s bottom lip. He breaks into a grin and bites playfully at the side of your thumb. 

“I just might.”

You did know that had been on his list as a “yes”. Yours remained as a very tentative “maybe”. It had almost been a flat-out “no”, but there hadn’t been many things on that list you had actually put that down for, and something about Joel made almost everything an “up for discussion” option for you. So you’d scribbled it out at the last minute in favor of your current “maybe”.

But the prospect of it…you really are undecided. You’ve seen it every now and again slipped into different porns you’ve watched when you weren’t expecting it and…well, the idea doesn’t seem like the most unappealing thing. Particularly if it’s Joel who would be administering it. Yet you still grapple with a small block in your brain that…Joel wants to piss on you. 

You’ve never even seen Joel piss before, not really. Maybe out of the corner of your eye in the bathroom in the mornings when you've slept over, but you’ve never watched him. And you’ve absolutely never fantasized about what it would feel like on your skin. What the reality of that would be. 

But Joel’s interest in it has you interested. So you decide to delve. 

Your teeth pull at your lip as you look over his face. “Could you maybe…tell me why? From your perspective?”

“I can certainly try,” He mumbles as he kisses the bitten skin of your thumb. He takes your hand in his again and holds it in his lap. “For me, I think, what draws the appeal is the total submission.”

“Oh, am I not submissive enough for you yet?” You tease, nipping a kiss onto his scruffy chin. 

“Pain in my ass 24/7,” He rebuttals, pinching your chin between his fingers in retaliation and capturing your lips in another brief, fiery kiss. As he continues his justification, his breath fans out over your lips and face. “I want you covered in me. I want you on your knees, soaked head to toe in my spit, come, and piss and every combination in between. See how prissy you are then.”

Shit. 

“I think you’d look so goddamn pretty covered in me. So doe-eyed and vulnerable. Such a beautiful, desperate little slut.” 

“Y-yeah?” You stutter out. 

You swallow thickly as his words settle right between your legs. And the way he lays it out for you has you seeing his side pretty clearly. Has your skin growing hot and your pussy growing wet. His eyes bore into yours and you can see the moment he can tell that he’s got you. 

He retains his hold on your chin as he looks down on you. “What do you think, babygirl? You want daddy to own you like that? Degrade you, humiliate you like that?”

“M-maybe,” You mumble, trying to hold out on him just a little longer before you cave at the slightest push. 

“Maybe? Maybe you wanna be daddy’s little whore who does whatever he says? Maybe you wanna be his little piss slut?”

You give a stilted nod and a shaky, “Maybe.”

Joel’s jaw shifts as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “A ‘maybe’ is just a ‘no’ until it’s a ‘yes’, babygirl. Can’t do shit with ‘maybe’.”

You do your best to mull it over in your head, despite you already knowing the answer. You play the image in your mind, what you imagine it would be like. On your knees in the shower, gazing up at him as that shoots out of his cock and onto your skin. The warmth of it, the taboo, the true humiliation. Him completely fucking owning you in a way you never thought you’d let him. 

Your voice is muted, but sure, as you say, “Yes.”

A wicked smile crosses his face as he caresses your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

“But-but I have some stipulations,” You interject, pushing past your instinct to just let him do it right here, right now, consequences be damned. 

“Stipulate away.”

You capture his eyes with your own, and he waits patiently for you to share your thoughts. 

“Ok. First, I want some preparation time. So, in other words, not tonight.”

“Damn,” He mutters, but ultimately nods, “Okay.”

“Mainly because I want you hydrated. Like, freakishly hydrated, please. At least the first time we do it.”

Joel rolls his eyes a little, but nods again. “We can discuss that a little more after the first time. After we get you acclimated.”

Your nose crinkles. “Why?”

“Don’t worry about it right now. I will be hydrated as a goddamn fish the first time, babygirl. What else?”

You opt not to think too much about what he could be implying with that comment and press onward. You take a breath and reassure your gaze on his as you insist, “Not in my mouth.”

Joel’s face immediately pinches in disappointment, and he counters with, “What about on your mouth? Just across your lips. No requirement to taste it.”

You pout your lips to the side in consideration. Your mind likes the idea of Joel degrading you that way, but you’re hesitant about the actual taste. You don’t have much of a clue what to anticipate on that front, but if he says you don’t have to taste it, you suppose you can let him have that much. You finally sigh and nod. “Okay. That’s fine. I can compromise on that.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“You trying to talk me out of it, cowboy?” You challenge with a cheeky smile. 

He holds his hands up with a shake of his head. “Not at all. Just don’t want you to feel pressured, babygirl.”

“I don’t feel pressured. This is my decision. And I know we can reevaluate at any time if we need to. I’m just feeling this out for now.”

Joel offers you a gentle smile and a stroke to your cheek. “Understood, babygirl.”

You take another weighted breath and then nod. “Then that’s all I have at the moment.”

“Okay,” Joel relays resolutely, gripping your jaw in his hand and burrowing his heated gaze into yours. “In that case, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, right fuckin’ now. Right on this fuckin’ couch. Got any stipulations about that?”

You don’t. 

And he shows you how grateful he is for your acquiescence one deep stroke and dirty whisper at a time. 

—

The night comes three days later, over the weekend where you have ample time to spend together. Joel abides by his promise, and you spy him downing several full bottles’ worth of water throughout the day. Whenever he catches you staring as he sips, he gives you a sly little wink. 

By the time you’re both stripped naked and he has you bent over the edge of his bed in the evening, stuffed full to the brim of his cock, you’re feeling wired and almost desperate for the new experience. 

“Oh shit, daddy’s comin’, baby. Get on those fuckin’ knees,” He commands as he pulls out of your spent cunt, and you slide off the edge of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. He tilts your chin up with one hand as he strokes himself off, finally shooting his come all over your face with a feral grunt. Thick ropes paint across your nose, lips, and eyelashes. 

Joel brushes a finger against your lash to rid what he can from getting into your eye and pushes the digit into your mouth for you to suck clean. 

“Good girl, baby. So pretty like this.”

You lax the suction around his finger, only for him to press firmly down on your tongue with his thumb. Your eyelids flutter as you look up at him. 

He serves you a no-nonsense look as he stares you down. “Don’t you touch that come on your lips. Not a single swipe of that tongue. We clear?”

Robbed of speech, you just nod. 

“I got other plans for that mess,” He mutters as he releases your tongue to haul you off the ground by the arm. “Bathroom.”

You stumble after him as he pushes into the en-suite. You watch, vibrating with an anxiousness that vacillates between truly nervous and excited, as he carefully folds a clean towel and deposits it on the floor of the open shower cubicle. He nods towards the makeshift cushion and instructs you to kneel. 

You nimbly step into the shower and drop to your knees, deeply grateful for the additional padding. Joel latches the glass door behind him, a loose fist around his semi-hard cock as he stands before you, looking down on you where you remain in complete subservience. 

“This what you want, babygirl?”

You nod up at him. 

“I need a ‘yes daddy’.”

“Yes, daddy,” You utter, eyes not able to choose between taking in his cock or his face. 

“‘Yes, daddy’ what?” He presses, massaging his balls gently. 

“Yes, daddy, please piss on me.”

“Good girl,” He rasps, prolonging the vowels in his response. “If you don’t like it, you safeword, and I stop. No questions. Like always. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” You recite back. 

“Okay. Keep those lips closed nice and tight unless you want a big surprise, baby,” He warns, his eyes shuttering closed and a breathy moan gracing his lips as he feels a much different release approaching. 

As soon as he feels it cascading out the tip, his eyes snap back open to take in the sight of you being hit with his piss for the first time. The stream shoots straight for your chin, and you instinctively tighten up your face, drawing your lips and eyelids closed. 

It is warm, as you’d anticipated. Kind of hot, actually. A rapidly cooling 98.6 degrees pelting your skin. And it’s…fuck, it’s nice. It’s a pleasant feeling, despite the reality of the substance. 

Joel laughs breathily as the stream of piss streaks down your neck and across your peaked nipples. 

“Open those eyes, babygirl. Watch what daddy’s doin’ to his little girl.”

You somewhat reluctantly force them open and are met with the sight of Joel’s fingers looped around the outrageous thickness of his still-softening cock, and the nearly clear liquid jettisoning from the slit onto your already slick tits. You whimper shamelessly at the sensation as Joel smirks open-mouthedly at your reaction. 

“There we go. That’s what I thought. Knew you’d be a good little piss bitch.”

You whine as you dip a hand between your legs, rubbing at your sore, damp clit as streams of Joel’s piss rush down your stomach. 

“Gonna clean my come off your face now. Shut tight,” He reminds, and you nod as you squeeze your lips together. With that, he takes a step forward and tilts the head of his cock upward, squirting you directly on the mouth with his hot piss. 

Another whimper escapes the back of your throat as he sprays off the pearly evidence of his load from your cheeks and nose. 

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, babygirl. Takin’ it so good for me,” He encourages as his warmth splatters your face and into your hairline. “Fuckin’ dirty girl, doin’ this for your daddy, huh?”

You want to answer but don’t dare risk the consequences, opting to nod aggressively instead as you squeeze your tit with your hand and grind against your fingers desperately.  

Joel groans as his stream starts to sputter out, spewing shorter and shorter jets of his hot, sterile filth onto your skin. He crowds your space, resting the slit of his cock on the tip of your upturned chin as he milks himself empty and spills out the last of his piss in dribbling rivulets down the expanse of your neck. 

Your gasps go hungrier as your fingers rub at your clit, Joel tapping the urine-soaked head against your chin. 

“You gonna come again with daddy’s piss dripping down your clit, baby? Show daddy what a good little whore you are. Come on those piss-drenched little fingers,” He orders, and that’s all it takes for you to scream out your orgasm, getting the briefest taste of his heady, forbidden spend on your lips as they part, hurtling you over the edge. 

“Shit, baby,” He pants out, slapping his hand against the wall of the shower and breathing like he just ran a lap rather than expelled a normal bodily function. “Been holding that in all fuckin’ day for you, pretty girl.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes and dare to dart your tongue across your lips, sampling the taste of him on your skin. You see his expression collapse into one of pure, devastating desire at the act, extending a hand to glide across your dripping cheek and over your damp lip. 

You open up wider, answering the unasked question on his face, and he slips it into your mouth with an aroused curiosity in his features. You suck on him diligently, wetly, savoring the way his fluids and his flesh meld together on your tastebuds. Enjoying it more than you thought you might. 

It helps exponentially that it’s him. It’s your dom, feeding you a part of himself. Your desire to please him, give him whatever he wants, flooding your mind with your own reciprocal pleasure. You feel so secure being at his mercy, bending your will to his, that in this moment you feel like you would do anything for this man. Not a doubt in your mind that he knows what is best for you, knows what you’ll love even before you know it yourself. 

“Such a good girl,” He croons, crouching down to your level. You can see the small battle in his head as his eyes remain fixed on your mouth, then the decision being made as he pulls you forward by the jaw and places a soft, plush, chaste kiss to your lips. He falls away with a soft laugh and his forehead pressed to yours. “That wouldn’t be worth tasting anywhere but off your lips, babygirl.”

“It’s not so bad,” You admit bashfully, running your nose along his. “No part of you could be bad, daddy.”

“No part of you neither, baby. And daddy is so pleased with you. You did so good, princess. So obedient. Lettin’ daddy teach you somethin’ new.”

“I don’t know if it’s something I wanna do all the time, but…” You trail off, but Joel shakes his head, his nose bumping against yours as he refuses to separate from you. 

“Only on real special occasions. I agree.”

Joel drops to a wide stance on his knees, enveloping you in his arms and holding you close to him, kissing your head. 

“Will you wash me?” You whisper into him as your fingers fiddle with the sparse hair on his chest. 

Joel gives a sigh filled with contentment as he wends his fingers through the hair at your scalp. “Do whatever you want me to, precious girl. You earned it.”

He washes you tenderly, massaging your head as he lathers in your shampoo, kissing down your shoulder as your body wash is rinsed away. Delicately cleaning the folds of your pussy with the hot water and kickstarting a warm pool in your belly with his calloused fingers which he decidedly does no further tending to, even as he washes himself down and you beg into the humid air for him to fuck you again. 

He dries you with a fluffy towel and offers you another for your damp hair. When you’re both settled in bed, he pulls your back into his chest and tangles his legs with yours, peppering your clean skin with more kisses. 

“Daddy? Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course, baby.”

“You mentioned we could discuss the whole…hydration thing later. When we were setting the ground rules.”

“I did,” He affirms, grazing his teeth along your skin and raising the hair on your arm in response. 

“What did you mean by that?”

Joel doesn’t speak for a beat. Then murmurs, “You really wanna know?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well,” He begins, tightening his hold around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder, “That’s a bit of that darker side of me shinin’ through, I think. Y’know, likin’ when you do shit cause I tell ya to, not because you like it. Knowin’ that you’re gonna shut up and take it, no fuss. ‘F I tell you to, you’re gonna get on your knees like a good girl and take my mornin’ piss right on your face, and it don’t matter what I had to drink the night before.”

That has your pussy tingling at just the thought of it. Now that you’ve done it, now that the threshold has been crossed, the two of you can start to experiment with it. Add on another layer of humiliation to his domination when he sees fit. 

“Know you’re gonna do what daddy tells you and take it on the chin,” He kisses your collarbone. “And on your cheeks,” He teases, a kiss to your shoulder. “And those perfect tits,” A kiss to your throat. “And anywhere else daddy decides to put it.” A final, bruising kiss to your neck. 

“I see,” You reply, struggling to keep your composure at the new prospect. 

“Do you, now?” He rumbles in your ear with a smug satisfaction in his voice, his tongue and teeth now fussing with your earlobe. 

You moan, rocking your hips back into him. “Please put your cock in me, daddy.”

He exhales through his nose, a smile pressed into your skin. “Three orgasms really not enough for you tonight?”

“Don’t need to come again. Just wanna feel you inside.”

“Yeah? Need daddy to fill you up again?”

“Yes, please,” You gasp as Joel rolls his hips into your ass, his cock hardening against you. “You said whatever I want, remember?”

“Damned if I didn’t, I guess,” He admits, already looping his arm under the back of your knee to create some space for him. 

“Thank you, daddy,” You sigh out as he notches at your opening again, your pussy sucking him back in easily with the memory of him already imprinted against your walls. 

When he bottoms out inside you, he stills, keeping his leg between yours as he releases your leg to rest on top of his. “Just relax, babygirl,” He mutters, smoothing a hand down your side. “Can drift off if you want. Daddy’s gonna take his time on this one. Just want you to keep him warm.”

“‘Kay,” You mumble, finding his hand and pulling it in your own across your stomach. 

And you do let yourself drift, full of Joel in so many senses of the word as he pumps into you with a lazy, intermittent grace until he finally unloads into your cunt and keeps you plugged as you keep him warm. Completely and utterly his. 

Since this is such a divisive kink I opted not to tag anyone, sorry!!

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daddy lookin so fine

Girlie I don’t know about you but I haven’t seen any Steve Rogers fic lately like before 2024 there were so many fics of him now there’s not even with Bucky I’m starting to think marvel fanfics are going downhill just like the mcu (right now I’m in my rafe Cameron era😍)

bestie go to my fic rec list! i have one for chris evans and sebastian stan💗 tons of amazing writers who write for bucky, steve and their other characters. but i agree, tumblr is not the same as it used to be😞 specifically for the marvel universe fics. also rafe is just so daddy it’s hard not to like him🤭🤭

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

Pairing; Dark!Club Owner Ari x Shy!Reader

Warnings; dark themes, unbalanced power dynamic, daddy kink, no smut in this part but as usual Minors Please DNI!!

Summary; You knew it was a bad idea showing up to the most notorious club in the city, but it’s your best friend’s birthday and you can’t say no, right? So, what happens when the owner himself, Ari Levinson, spots you at the bar, claiming you as his own from the moment he laid eyes on you.

It’s finally here! The first instalment of my very first series, apologies for no smut but i promise the next part will be very smutty to make up for it 👀 bare in mind this is just the introduction!!! please don’t be afraid to ask questions and remember to reblog and comment💗 i love to hear your guys feedback!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

You climb out of the uber, reaching to pull the hem of your dress down as you and your friends stumble towards the club.

You had finally agreed to try out the biggest club in the city, "Cherry Bomb.” Since it was your best friend Sarah's birthday your group decided it was only fair she could choose which clubs you were going to tour for the night. You had been putting it off ever since the opening night a few months ago, the reputation not being something you had particularly wished to be involved with.

All you knew was bad things happened there, and from what you had heard the owners, Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen, two brothers in arms, were so cruel and unforgiving that even the richest men in the city dared not to step foot in the place, and those who did shortly regretted it. Their names were known around the streets, the most notorious club owners to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to them, more money under their belt than the government itself.

An incident a few weeks back had became the talk of the town, according to Sarah a well known patron had gotten a little handsy with one of the clubs dancers and when he was given a warning to back off, he refused. Claiming he spent enough money in the club grounds to do as he pleased, including groping innocent dancers without permission.

Long story short the bouncers ended up forcibly removing the man, cussing and struggling on his way out of course, you know, the usual druken male rage and feeling of entitlement. Seemed like a pretty convenient coincidense that the exact same night the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alley, his face practically unrecognisible.

It wasn't long before the 'rumour' was quickly snuffed out. They were good at that, making things.. people, dissapear. Almost as if it never happened... as if they never exhisted.

Now that you were standing infront of it, you couldn't deny, it was beautiful. Even from the outside, the bright neon sign glowing in the moonlight, multiple bouncers blocking the large glass stained doors, making sure to check each persons id before unhooking the stanchion, allowing said persons entry. The queue seeming endless.

Lucky for you, your friends had been gifted VIP tickets, you didn't even bother to ask who they got those from, or how. You didn't want to know. You flashed your id at the pretty bouncer, his buzzed hair, large muscles and stern face making it quite obvious as to why he had the job he did.

You bounced your foot as he scanned over your card before opening the barrier and letting you inside. Sarah was quick to grip each of your hands, practically dragging you inside once you began to hesitate, not wanting you to change your mind so soon.

"Come on, babe, let's get those sweet legs moving!" Sarah hollers from ahead, her hand intertwined with your own as the rest of the girls hurried towards a booth.

"I-I don't know if this is a good idea, Sare.." you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers as she tugged you towards your friends and giving you a slight nudge into the cushioned seats, the red velvet material instantly soothing your hot thighs as you sat.

She reached down, holding your cheeks in both hands and facing you towards herself, sliding into the booth next to you "Listen, i know you're worried and if it makes you feel better i promise we can leave and go somewhere else, but just give it a try, please...for me?" she pleaded, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes.

"You know i can't resist that face." you whined as she cheered.

As you slowly got more drunk you began to forget why you didn't want to visit. The atmosphere was astronomical, the whole club being fit for royalty. The girls hooted and hollered as you trotted off towards the bar on your way to buy in a round of drinks. You waited at the bar with your card in hand but as you went to hand it over to the bartender he paused you.

“It’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, a smile on his face. He was handsome in all fairness, standing at around 6'2, his bright blonde locks and pretty blue eyes causing you to pause for a moment before giving him a puzzled look, tilting your head sideways.

“Is it a nightly special or something? I didn’t see anything about free drinks on the poster outside…” you begin yet he’s already scuttling off to take another couples order, shooting you a sly smile over his shoulder. Leaving you even more confused than before.

You slowly reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, causing you to spin around in shock, ready to fight off any unwanted men. You pause yet again, having to look up to catch the mans face.

His 6’5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful strobe lights, looking down at you with a slight smirk. His dark beard covered most of his face and his long curtains framed his godly sculpted face. Even with his suit on his arms bulged through the material, his thick biceps almost bigger than your head.

You shortly snapped out of your daze as his leather gloved hand squeezed your arm. “C-Can i help you, sir?” you stammered, worried incase you had been caught gauking.

He laughs “Not even a thankyou, Sweetheart? I thought you’d have better manners than that.” he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. You stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as they were lodged in the back of your throat.

“I’m kidding, name’s Ari…you gonna’ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonna’ keep starin’ at me with those pretty eyes?”

“A-Ari as in… Levinson?” you question, swallowing harshly as the nerves quickly built in your stomach.

He shakes his head gently with a smirk "So you know me, huh?"

Your eyes widen at the realisation of who the mystery man is, your arms instantly beginning to shake, your card still in hand. You were never good at dealing with situations such as this one, always being labled as the 'shy girl' of your group. Sarah being the complete opposite. Usually men in this situation would back off, sensing your uncomfortable trembles and leaving you alone, but not Ari. If anything the smirk on his face grew wider at the sense of your fear.

"Steve, why don't you head over to booth two, give the girls their shots." Ari calls out towards the handsome bartender from earlier.

The man, Steve, is at your side in an instant "No prob man, have fun you two." he winks, collecting the glasses and sauntering off with a wink.

Ari shakes his head with a laugh, “Why don’t you come with me.” he leans down to whisper in your ear. The vibration of his vocals in your ears sending shivers down your spine before he struts forwards, holding out his thick palm for you to grab on to, and almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation. Sliding your smaller palm into his own as he led you through the club.

Your nerves never allowed you to talk much, or make your own decisions, that being the reason you followed the stranger without any question asked, which is exactly why Sare was usually always there to do it for you. But, your drunken confidence had allowed you to go to the bar alone, which you were beginning to really regret. Your confidence being blown out of the park as the attractive beast watched you from infront with a careful eye.

Shortly you arried at the unknown destination, trailing nervously behind Ari as he unlocked a large door, which was infact bolted shut. He pushed open the door, looking down at you, edging you to enter, and so you did. Your eyes lit up as they searched the vast room, expensive furnature lining the room, bottles of champagne worth more than your house filling the cupboards above his desk.

Ari pushed the door closed, moving to sit on a cushioned purple chair, his thick thighs spread wide as he removed his gloves, pouring himself, and you, a glass of his finest drink. His cold eyes beckoned you forwards, your legs shaking as you stepped towards him, standing inbetween his spread legs.

He patted his thigh with one hand "Sit." he called out, his voice sweet yet stern.

You looked at him shocked, your lips parting slightly, were you really going to sit on his lap? A man you just met? Who you didn't even know? "I-I don't think i should Mr Levinson." you whispered.

His eyes grew shades darker at your refusal, not even giving you time to debate your decisions he reached out, gripping your waist in his thick palm and pulling you down, sitting you sideways on his lap as you gasp in shock. His other hand pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you squirmed under the pressure.

"Pretty girl, next time i ask you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. You understand?" he asked in a low growl.

You swallowed your nerves and nodded gently under his deep gaze, your body trembling.

"Ah ah, words baby."

"Yes, M-Mr Levinson, I-I understand."

Ari groaned underneath his breath, not understanding how lucky he had gotten that a pretty little thing like you would just waltse right in at the perfect moment, almost as if you were made for him. Like a lamb in a lions den. "As much as i love the way you say my name, call me Ari, sweet girl."

Again, you followed his command. "Yes, Ari."

"Good girl." he rumbled, pulling your bottom lip gently inbetween his index and thumb, loving the way you felt on his lap. Your innocence and submissive nature automatically triggering his dominance, his cock growing hard in his slacks as your plump ass squirmed on his knee.

You keened at his praise, a fluttery feeling appearing in your lower half. Of course Ari noticed this, the way your pussy pulsated on his thigh told him all he needed to know.

"You ever been with a man before, sweetheart?" Ari asks while he strokes your hair, not even having to shout due to the soundproof room blocking out the clubs music.

"Um, n-no i haven't, my Grandma wouldn't really approve of that sort of stuff, she said i should wait till m-marriage." you whisper shyly.

Ari blows out a puff of air at your innocence, desperately trying to control himself. All he wants is to ruin you, in every way you can imagine, and more. He smirks, leaning into your shoulder, pressing his nose against your sensitive neck and taking a deep inhale. Groaning softly, your sweet scent driving his instincts wild.

"Your Grandma seems like a very smart lady, little girl. You live with just her, huh?"

"Yeah, i never really knew my m-mom and dad, and my grandpa died shorly after i was born s-so it's pretty much always just been me and her. She does her best to take care of me, taught me everything i know." you speak with a bright smile, Ari notices how your stutter stopped when talking about her, he thought it was sweet, how much you must care about her.

However, the dark side of his mind was quick to take a seat, the realisation that you never had a father figure making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he could be that for you, and knowing you needed a strong man like him in your life to make all those decisions for you.

"I think i changed my mind, baby. Why don't you call me daddy from now on, mkay?" he spoke softly, yet the edge in his tone still clear.

"D-Daddy?" you muttered, confused as to why he would want you to call him that.

He moaned hearing your sweet voice call him by his new found title. Taking a deep breath, he sighed, choosing not to elaborate on his previous statement. "Good girl. I'm gonna' take care of you from now on, yeah? Anything you need, you come to me. Pass me your phone, sweet girl."

"Oh, i-i don't have a phone.. daddy."

Ari's eyebrows knit together softly "You don't have a phone? Why not?"

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "We uhm, w-we can't really afford that sort of stuff."

"Well that just won't do." he speaks in a teasing tone, tickling your waist making you giggle softly.

Suddenly a loud bang causes you to shoot upright, you quickly dash off Ari's lap, moving to stand away from him, his office door slamming shut as a tall moustached man enters. Your eyes widen in fright, knowing how violent the man standing infront of you truly was. You knew who he was too, Sare had told you plenty of stories about the cruel Lloyd Hansen. You often wondered if he even had a soul.

"Man it's fuckin' packed down there, what the fuck are you doing up here." the man groans, not even noticing you until he turns. He lifts his sunglasses, staring you down, his eyes scanning over your figure, pausing and licking his lips at the soft flesh beneath the cut of your dress, your pretty pink dress having ridden up your thighs.

"Lloyd." Ari bellows, sighing in annoyance at his disruption.

A smirk similar to Ari's appears on the man, Lloyd's, face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he speaks in a sultry voice. He begins his descent in your direction and the second gets a little too close, Ari shoots up out of his seat, moving to stand infront of you. A low rumble vibrating through his chest.

Ari stood slightly taller than Lloyd, with broader shoulders and thicker legs, the muscles in his back visible as he stood infront of you, almost as if he was protecting you, a hand wrapped around your hips rubbing his thumb in circular motions over your dress….and of course the most important detail, his luscious full beard compared to Lloyds 90s porn stache. They stared each other down, asserting some sort of dominance over one another… Ari seemingly winning as Lloyd begins to back up.

He lets out a chuckle, lifting his hands in a surrender position, taking a few steps back. "I mean no harm, just wanna' ask the pretty girl for her name, s'all."

You begin to quiver yet again, Lloyd's presence scaring you back into your shell. His dangerous aura sending goosebumps across your trembling figure. "I-I think i sh-should go." you whisper, tugging at the hem of your dress in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.

"Don't move, sweets. Lloyd. Get the fuck out of here man." Ari bellows.

“I think you’ll find this club is mine just as much as it is yours, big bro. C’mon. Introduce me to the beauty.” he chucked yet again, probably at Ari’s fury. Steam was practically pouring out of his ears at this point. He didn’t even want Lloyd looking at you, nevermind talking to you.

“I mean it Lloyd get the fuck outta’ here man-“

Before he can stop you, you make a quick dash for the door and at the sound of Ari's resistance your legs carry you quicker than you could've ever imagined. Not looking back once as you pull the door open, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

You take a deep, your chest heaving at the stress of the situation, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and making your descent down the club stairs, shaking your head in confusion and fear, eager to find your friends, craving their comfort and hearing a hushed "You fuckin' asshole." in the distance.