Daddy!ari Levinson X Naive!reader | Kinktober 2022summary | Your Friend Matches You For An Odd Arrangement.

daddy!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | your friend matches you for an odd arrangement.

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notes | part 1? idek if i should continue this but i want to hehe.

warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dom/soft ari

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A sugar Daddy? You asked a week ago, the whole thought laughable when your friend brought it up for you. Both because you thought the concept didn’t exist, and because who would want to take care of you? You’re so used to cleaning up for other people that you couldn’t remember the last time someone made time for you. Except she frowned at you and explained that it was more than that, and to walk in with an open mind. 

She didn’t explain that the man would be intimidating. And handsome. Very, very, handsome, his rugged look accentuated by his beard and wide posture. He’s also probably over a decade older than you, though he doesn’t look the part. Even the waitresses are entranced by him, and you can’t blame them. You glance around the restaurant he chose—you’re pretty sure it’s above your bank account—hoping for other customers to walk in. Was the talk of a queue all a myth?

You hear him call your name—Ari, that is—and can’t help but peek up from taking a sip of water. Frankly, you don’t have the guts to meet him head on. And Ari loves that about you. Your natural submissiveness, the way you fidget with your fingers, the way you’re looking up at him with stars in your eyes. You have no idea who he is, but fuck, does he know everything about you.

Every. Little. Thing. 

Hiring an investigator does wonders to satiate one’s curiosity, usually. 

“What do you want to eat?” His tone is gentle, coaxing. He needs to bring you out of this shyness, have you become comfortable with him enough to initiate physical contact first. And so that you could perch on his lap as he feeds you.

Cockwarming is another subject—if one more waiter tests his control he’ll just shove his cock in your virgin hole and have your cunt milking him while you eat, though he doubts you can multitask. He’s sure that in moments, you’ll go dumb on his cock. Not that he’ll mind. Ari wants nothing more than to take care of every single need of yours. 

“Whatever you want,” you blurt, glancing at the menu and trying not to wince at the prices once again. “Maybe I’ll get the salad?”

In your defense, it’s the cheapest on the menu. The fact that you don’t come from a family where you can afford to eat at a Michelin star restaurant is probably laughable to this man. This wall-street, billionaire. It’s hard to ignore the designer labels on his suit, and compare it to your target t-shirt and thrifted jeans, both articles of clothing something you were proud about. You recall your jaw dropping when your friend pulled up his networth, bragging about how she managed to hook you up with him. 

Connections. Imagine having that. 

Ari clears his throat, and you startle, head snapping up. 

“There we go,” he murmurs. “I’ve been trying to get you to look at me since we introduced ourselves.” 

The playfulness and edge in his tone causes your cheeks to flush, and you mumble an apology. 

“Mhm. I’ll be paying tonight, so feel free to order whatever you want.”

“Oh, no—” Your eyes widen. “I couldn’t possibly impose you like that.”

“Alright.” The smirk catches you off-guard, too. He motions the waiter over, and you clench your fists. God, you hated ordering. Half the time, the employees would dismiss your order, often getting it wrong. Or they’d treat you like dirt, forcing you to pipe up and defend yourself.

Not that you do a very good job. 99% of the time you just left humiliated or with an apology—when it should be the other way around. 

Ask for a salad. A salad. It’s literally two words! What could go wrong. 

“What would you like?” 

Ari motions for you to go first, and that’s when you feel it: your shoulders stiffen first, and you open your mouth for nothing to come out. Oh God. You’ve rehearsed this line nearly a thousand times in the short few minutes, yet why couldn’t you say anything? Panicked, you fumble for the menu to point at what you want. 

“I got it, baby,” Ari chimes in, laying a hand over yours as he orders for the two of you. In one smooth move, he entwines your fingers together, his thumb leaving soft, circular strokes of comfort. 

This is most embarrassing night of your life, but you can’t even protest that you can do it yourself. The immediate reaction is relief that he’s capable of taking care of you, and that he didn’t bat an eye when you couldn’t do such a simple act. You’re in your own little world that you barely catch what Ari orders—an expensive meal, one with lobster and high-quality meat. 

You nearly squeak out a protest, but his stare tones you down. 

Perfect, Ari thinks. He’s already on edge, obsessed with the image of you going dumb on his cock. Since your friend showed him a picture, he’s been hooked on your innocent smile and soft gestures. How your lips would part so that his thumb could slip in, how you’d lean against him because you don’t have the stamina like he does. Fuck, this arrangement definitely should be solidified by the end of the night. He doesn’t even care what label that you want to put on it—as long as you’re going to be his. 

 “Do you have any questions for me, baby?” 

The endearment catches you off guard, those owlish eyes peering up at him for direction. You have so many, but opted out of writing a list. Once you spiral, you often couldn’t stop.

But the most prominent is: “Do I call you Daddy?”

The quick internet search you did made your gut clench with… want. The ferocity of your desire to have someone dominate you, praise you, and guide you was, frankly, shocking. In fact, the whole topic still sounds taboo to you, something that shouldn’t be discussed in the middle of the restaurant. 

The man in front of you leans in, tone deepening. “What do you think, baby?” 

“Yes?” Your mouth is dry, palms sweaty. 

“You want to try it out for me?” Ari has no doubt that you’re already getting wet from the encouragement in his tone. You’ve been on the edge of arousal and curiosity for the past half hour or so, with how much you were squirming and avoiding his gaze. 

Cheeks flushed, you whisper, “Okay, Daddy.” 

It sounds right. 

YOU'RE SOOOO SWEET I SWEAR 🤍 awww, i really hope you'll enjoy hoax! it's a fun project i've been working on as i'm prepping for outlining... gah, so many ideas have been flowing around me lately and i really love it!

and your writing is drifting on a cloud! your prose is absolutely beautiful! hopefully these compliments get you in the writing mood hehe.

GAHHH i'm still in the middle of them! got a portfolio due friday, then a film analysis due next wed., ripppp. literally the anxiety of always feeling behind...

sending namjoon your way

hi! so i have no idea what character ari levinson is from but… 😩 ave omg !! the drabbles you’ve released for kinktober were *chefs kisses*

like i’m just in awe. there’s something so satisfying with the way your sentence flow and create tension between characters.

they’re really fun to read and i’m excited to see what you write next! 🤍🤍

@sweetieguk KSDKMKWRKJKEJWRWJEJK I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY HONESTLY BC I'M ALWAYS LIKE A MIXTURE OF FREAKING OUT AND SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER SOMEONE READS MY STUFF

so ig rn i'm like omg omg omg but also like hi i love you ???

lmaoooo but ack i should answer your question hehe. ari levinson is a character from the movie the red sea diving resort if you wanna check it out. but also THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS. you are literally such an angel and now i'm going to hide like under my bed bc i still don't know how to feel, though i'm eternally grateful that you read my drabbles hehe.

noooooo but thank you! flow is something that comes to me only when i get inspo, and tension building is probably from the angst i read hehe. (though i think your flow is just as gorgeous, you really draw the reader in and it's honestly like drifting on a cloud whenever i read your posts ??? like you feel the fluff and the emotions and the push and pull <333

awww thank you again! all these compliments genuinely make me want to work on my wip again... it's just that it feels too daunting to start bc i feel like i forgot everything rip :")

also lmk how you've been this week! i got midterms up in uni and it's been KILLING MEEEE

harinawa: a writeblr (re)introduction

Hello, Writeblr!

It's been awhile! Like promised here goes my writeblr reintroduction because I've been seeing a lot of new faces (?) and it's been too long since I've last been active. irl kicking me in the ass nothing new about that My username used to be heyabella if anyone remembered that era.

So, hi! My name is Sofia, 21+, she/her, and I've been writing since I was thirteen! I actually have a lot of WIPs but there's only one I'm focusing on right now (and it's not the one I introduced a year ago I'M SO SORRY SELF)

Just to share, harinawa in my language means King-willing and in a primarily religious country it can also be translated into God-willing and... idk I feel like it holds power in itself. *a moment of silence bc I obviously feel like I was smart for choosing this name*

SO MUCH FOR THAT HAHA anw, I AM looking for mutuals, so if you post any of the following content:

fantasy (urban-high, I'm not picky) WIPs

writing tips, references, inspirations, etc.

anything about writing or the kinda stuff u write I'm not really picky

and would like to be mutuals, kindly interact with this post!

[my wip under the cut if you want to know more!!]

MY WIPs

Dead Man Walking

a witch who cannot do magic and a pirate who never dies form a shaky alliance while hunting a common enemy, and realize that their fates may be intertwined much deeper than they think.

type: novel genre: fantasy themes and tropes: slow burn, found family, violence, politics, friendship features: magic, witches, pirates, sea creatures, necromancy, undead

Anyone want wip questions? ;D

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

The Event

Let's celebrate Halloween together with a fun game! During this event, we'll knock on people's ask boxes and send them a simple question: Trick or Treat? 🦇

The recipient decides if it's to be a trick, or a treat, as the owner of the house.

🍬 Treat — If the recipient choses treat, they share something with us as a treat. This could be a snippet, a line, OC trivia, or what have you!

👻 Trick — Turning the question around, the asker now has to share something of their own! But, seeing as it's a trick, they may leave something under a read more, or link to something, that may catch you off guard... 😱

The event is held through 28th-30th of October.

(Examples of) What you can share:

A snippet

A scene

OC trivia

Worldbuilding fact

A song, or even a playlist

A moodboard

Poetry

Anything you think is a treat you want to share!

If you get "Trick 👻", pulling a trick is up to you.

❗ Tricksters ❗ Keep to etiquette. A rick roll is fun, a spooky gif, a picrew of your character dressed up for Halloween, and other fun tricks are what I hope to see, should someone chose to pull a trick.

more size kink fics plssss<3

akksksdkdkjs honestly i SHOULDD since kinktober is almost over ):