Im Never Getting Over How You Wrote Ari In This, I Need More Puppy!ari Asapive Never Read A Fic Like

i’m never getting over how you wrote ari in this, i need more puppy!ari asap😩😩ive never read a fic like this before and it got me so worked up!! the leg humping?!😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫your so talented bestie its unreal💘💓💞

such a good boy | ari levinson x female reader

1,536 words. rated e;

mafia!au, puppy play (mainly use of ''good boy'' referred to as a dog, hound, puppy etc.) oral (female receiving), leg humping, soft dom reader, sub!ari

if ur under 18, go away. & please lemme know what you think!!

You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way.

But, thanks to your loyal hound, you don't have to, of course. You never need to dirty your hands again when Ari would do and will do, anything and everything for you; sometimes without even needing to say a single word.

The guy had come in with the wrong attitude right from the start. Stomping loudly into your club, along with his hoard of men, spoke down to Ari, and sat way too close to you. Continuously made flirtatious, skin-crawling comments, eyes gawking over your curvy frame; just generally being a fucking creep while trying to take you for fools.

Ari watches the guy as his eyes pass over your body, how he licks his lower lips as he glazes over every curve of your body; how he would slide closer in the booth and creep his hand towards the one you have resting on the table while he drones on about his proposals.

Ari's waiting on the edge of his seat for this motherfucker to dare to make the wrong move, say the wrong thing; and when finally does, by placing a hand on your thigh and leaning in close to your ear, Ari's reaction is instant. He knocks the table with the speed at which he stands on his feet, grabs the man hauls him up with a tight grip on his throat with ease. Men on both sides draw their guns and have them pointed in the direction of the other's while Ari snarls out,

''Don't you fucking touch her!” and squeezes his hand tighter, his teeth on show, and enjoying the sounds of struggling breaths coming from the man.

''Shush, shush, shush, it's alright,'' you begin to coax, lifting up onto your knees on the velvet booth cushion, reaching out a hand to your man in an attempt to gather his attention. ''It's okay. Take it easy, boy. Drop him, that's it, let him go.''

Ari considers ignoring your instructions, thinking you're being too easy on parasites like the one he's holding in his hand. They don't deserve to sit near you, look at you, touch you. They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you, but he knows better than to defy you and reluctantly releases his grip and lets the man thud to the floor as he gulps down air like it's water.

Ari fights back a snarl as he turns to you as you relax into your seat, swishing your legs to the side and pointing to the ground in front of you. Ari sits on the floor, facing you and curling his arms possessively around your waist as he lays his head on the meat of your thigh. His eyes flutter closed as you begin to comb your fingers through his hair, massage your fingernails against his scalp softly and pet the nape of his neck in an attempt to soothe the rage inside him.

''Aw, that's my good boy, there he is, so perfect and protective,'' you coo softly as he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh and lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes to look back at the man who's clutching his throat while he coughs and stares at you both in fear of making another wrong move and upsetting the hound once again.

Ari would happily sit at your feet forever, protect you forever. Kill anyone for you, burn the world for you.

“You’re gonna get 5%, and you’re gonna take it with a smile on your face and lots of gratitude or, I’m gonna let him finish what he started,'' you say firmly before nodding your head towards the exit. ''Leave,'' you finish sternly before turning your attention back to Ari after the man nodded with a nervous smile and bolted from the club along with his men.

You snapped your fingers to clear the room, your men quickly making their way out, leaving you and Ari alone.

Ari doesn't need you to say a word, he manhandles your legs, lifting them with hands under your thighs, granting him access to nose at your throbbing cunt before mouthing over damp panties. Seeing him almost choke a man to death for simply placing a hand on your thigh lit a fire in your core, making you ache to feel his mouth on you.

''Ah, ah, ah, drop your hands. Dogs don't have hands, silly boy.''

Ari lets his hands fall to his lap, knowing better than to palm at his hardening cock as he laps over fabric; his moans and hums of pleasure sending faint vibrations over your clit until the point you can't hold back any longer.

You hook your arms over your thighs to help keep them up and hook a finger under your panties to pull them to the side, gasping as Ari's breath ghosts over your soaking cunt. Your heavy-lidded eyes watch as Ari licks a slow stripe from your leaking hole to your engorged nub, pulling a strung-out moan from within you.

It doesn't take Ari long to bring you right to the edge, his skillful tongue flicking quickly, rolling and waving over your clit, dipping down to lap the juices dripping from your hole, making you sing out loud, whining moans as you grip and comb through his long locks. Your thighs twitch, your breath hitches, rocking your hips against his tongue. His brows pulled together and groaning deep in his throat as he works hard to pull you over the edge.

He makes you cum with a shout of his name, tipping your head back and your back arching off the back of the booth as you roll your hips against his mouth as he moans triumphantly. You look down and your eyes lock together as he smirks and laps up every drop, making you twist and whine and push against his forehead with the palm of your hand.

''Ah, ah, sensitive- That's enough, puppy,'' You say breathlessly, dropping your legs as Ari sits back with a whine, not without stealing one last taste before doing so. Your heels click loudly against the floor, your legs still parted widely so you can stoke softly over your mound as you bite your lip and tip your head back, chest rising and falling heavily.

''Go on,'' you sigh out, sliding your foot between Ari's parted legs and pressing against his hard, clothed cock. ''You know what to do. Your turn, puppy.''

Ari doesn't need to be told twice, he gets himself comfortable, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your thigh as he begins to rut against your lower leg. Lips parted, soft gasps starting to fall from his lips. You tip your head back up to look at him, your fingers still stroking over yourself softly as you slowly watch your hound come apart.

“Such a good boy, that’s it, puppy. Oh, that feels good, doesn't it? So good for me, aren’t you? Yeah~”

It's not long before Ari's rutting furiously against your leg, mouth parted against your thighs, his deep moans filling the room, his eyes screwed shut with concentration before soon letting out frustrated, desperate whines because it's just not enough, he can't seem to find the right pressure, the right stroke, the right speed and it's becoming overwhelming and he's so wound up from the need to cum. He needs your hands on him, or to be fucking himself inside you, but he's too far gone to form the words.

He looks up at you hopelessly, unable to stop the rolls and snaps of his lips and he pleads through pitiful whines and sobs as you stroke his cheek and smirk down at him.

''You can do it, puppy, you're so close, you can do it-'' Ari lets out a loud, choked cry and shakes his head. He can't do it, he needs more. ''Yes, you can, puppy. You can do it for me, baby, you're right there. Be a good boy, be a good boy, and cum for me.''

You continue to talk him through it, hands roaming over his shoulders, through his hair, you pushing your lower leg to help with the friction until he finally cums, hips stalling and his body tensing up sharply as he comes apart.

''That's my good boy, I told you you could do it, you did so well, so good for me,'' you coo as you move your leg away and slide into his lap to wrap your arms around Ari's broad shoulders, feeling him pant against your neck and still letting out gasps and whines as you roll your hips down against his sensitive, spent cock until he can't take it no more and grips your hips to stop your movements as you chuckle lowly in his ear.

''Such a good boy. Let's get you home and cleaned up, hmm?''

BYE.😭😭i’m glad i added Bucky to my list! He’s only been on there for like two days and already 11 asks, seb is loved by all🫶🏻

CHRIS EVANS Youth Engagement Forum featuring ASP (Jan, 2024)

ohmygod!! i know this isn’t even for a prompt but it got me thinking… clubowner!ari😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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imagine your at a club with your friends, one of the biggest in the city, your waiting at the bar to pay for a round of drinks, you go to hand your card over to the bartender.

“it’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, you look at him puzzled “is it a night 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 a couples orders.

you reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, you spin around in shock ready to fight off any unwanted men. you pause 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 lights looking down at you, his dark beard covering most of his face and his long curtains framing his godly sculpted face.

you shortly snap out of it as his leather gloved hand squeezes your arm “c-can i help you, sir?” you stammered.

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 their 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 in awe, ari’s name was known around your streets, the most notorious club owner to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to him, more money under his belt than the government itself.

he shakes his head gently with a smirk “why don’t you come with me.” almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation.

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Cherry! What do you think would be the nicknames Steve calls his love? - 🌸

oooh this is a good one!🫶🏻

sfw- he’s definitely big on sweetheart, baby, babe, and he totally teases you with a cute/funny nickname that only you and him know the story behind. (i love the name ‘sweets’ but thats Bucky coded for sure)

nsfw- dirty girl is my favourite, he always uses whore and slut but he makes sure to put ‘my’ in front of them and adds words like “are you my filthy fuckin’ whore, huh?” and he looooves calling you a good girl just to see how flustered you get. sometimes he gets a little feral too and starts calling you his cumdump, breeding bitch, sac slut.. need i say more?

pls pls pls send me your filthy thoughts, i want to know everything!!

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