Daddy!ari Levinson X Baby!reader | Kinktober 2022summary | You Try Not To Get Caught When Cockwarming

daddy!ari levinson x baby!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you try not to get caught when cockwarming ari.

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

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CONT.

“I—oh!” You startle when Ari thrusts his hips up to yours. How his dick is still hard inside of you, you can’t grasp. Instead, you’re reduced to a blabbering, silent mess when you grab his biceps in an attempt to pull yourself together. 

“You’ve been sleeping on me, sweetheart.” The man says gruffly, kissing up your neck. He whispers in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to pay attention to Daddy?”

He loves that you’ve been cockwarming him the last hour, a blanket draped over the two of you. No one—not Bucky, not Sam, not any of his friends that he invited—knew what he was up to. No one got to hear the small gasp escape you when he pushed your panties to the side and slid himself in to the hilt. The stretch burned because you’re still a little baby, still adjusting to Daddy’s big dick.

And fuck if Ari doesn’t love that you can’t take him. Every resistance gives him that adrenaline rush, every inch of him that your cunt takes a feeling of victory.

He’s been sitting with a smug smirk for an hour—he knows that much. And that your pussy has been squeezing him, desperate for his cum. 

So when you drifted off the last hour, sucking on his thumb, his heart filled with warmth. Widened to leave a space for you and no one else. Got him so hard he wondered if you’d take his cum mindlessly in your sleep. 

Ari pushes his hips upwards while shoving yours towards him, diving deeper into you. You grab at the back of his hair, whimpering into his skin. Sinking into him. 

“Just stay like that, baby. Let Daddy do all the work, hm?” 

“But—” Your eyes steal a glance at the men on the other side, and he sneaks in to pinch your clit. The immediate aftershocks have you squeaking and bucking your hips into him once more. 

None of the men move from their spots—good. He’d probably have to kill them if they got a glimpse of the desire in your eyes and parted lips.

“I thought you liked it when Daddy filled you up. When he pressed your little button.” 

Ari relishes in your thighs trembling, in your head shaking as you try to get it together. Another press against your button, this time it’s timed with a deliberate thrust that no doubt leaves an outline on your stomach. 

“Come on baby—just give Daddy what he wants.”

Write whatever you want. Write the things that set your soul on fire. Write the things that inspire you. Write the things that bring you joy. Writing is about having fun. Writing is about creative expression. Don’t stifle your imagination. Allow it to flourish, allow your soul to speak.

can i… possibly ask for a drabble of the hoax characters having sex that’s super angsty but you can see ari slowly having feelings for the reader?

think i wrote more than a drabble lmao, but AHHH i can just imagine reader being so oblivious while ari is like feral over her. and she's still hurt and then he hurts because of what he's done, but can't stay away from her.

anyways :"))) drabble under the cut:

“Fuck,” Ari pants against your skin, nibbling on the underside of your breasts. You quiver when his mouth reaches its way up, harshly sucking on your nipple. “You going to give Daddy his milk, baby?”

“Ah!” You cry, grabbing his biceps to steady yourself. His tongue swirls around the bud before he gives it a harsh suck, swallowing all the liquid coming out of your breast. He’s different today, his dominance over you much more gentle, sweet. Since he brushed your hair to the side and started kissing down your neck, ripping your shirt in half, your gut clenched with need. 

And so did a certain area—somewhere you can’t say without blushing. 

Remember, you tell yourself, this doesn’t mean anything to Ari.

Ari notices the lust in your eyes, the pink in your cheeks, your small squirms beneath him as he allows his weight to give you a sense of security. And fuck if he doesn’t want to devour you. He’s already thrown away your pants somewhere else in the room, leaving you bare with just your panties on.

And he’s struck. How hasn’t seen how adorable you are? How you’re so perfectly made for him? 

“Ari, I don’t—oh!” Your hips buck when he slaps your ass, nose pressing against the last shred of fabric covering you. He groans at the thought of eating you out, having to press you down because you’re too dumb, too gone to stay still. Maybe he’ll edge you if you don’t listen, have your whimper and screams fill the room. Maybe he’ll insert his finger in to see you clench around him, desperate for his cum. Maybe he’ll just slide his cock in—you’re drenched already—and let you feel every. Single. Inch.

So when he shoves your panties to the side and starts devouring you, you lose control. Back arching and hips bucking against his face, you release a wail when Ari circles your clit with his thumb. Legs hooked around his shoulders, you’re helpless when an arm presses down on your stomach to stop your movements. 

“What’s my name, baby?” His voice is hoarse against your pussy. Almost inaudible in the lust-filled haze you’re in.

“Come on, baby. You’re not that far gone, are you? Not too dumb to call me by my proper name? Hm?” 

You moan at the vibrations inside of you. “Please—”

“Please what?” There’s a teasing lilt to him. 

“Please, Daddy!” You cry. “Please please please please—”

He thrusts into you in one go, and your head thrashes against the pillow.

Fuck, you’re so tight, Ari doesn’t want to leave. With your head in between his arms, he groans. Lifts your chin so he can kiss you, sucking on your tongue, your bottom lip, you. 

“You’re mine,” he snarls. Grinds against you, then thrusts. The rhythm is too fast, you’re reduced to broken moans. “That’s right, baby. Cry for me. Because no one will get to see this, you hear me? If you show this side to anyone, I’ll tear them apart.” 

“D-daddy,” you whimper. “I’m—”

“I know, baby,” he cajoles. “I know everything about you. But we’re not done after one round. You want to please me, don’t you? Make me happy? Let me worship you?”

All these words aren’t what Ari usually says. They’re new, and when he kisses you and lets his hands roam and raises you so he can thrust just right, you can’t analyze anything. 

“You can’t come until you answer, sweetheart,” he mocks. “I can do this all day.”

“Yes!” You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Don’t even know what you’re saying, do you? Don’t even know you’re chaining yourself to me, letting me take care of you—” 

Skin against skin. You’re so wet, you can hear it as Ari pounds into you.

“Come,” he grits out. “Now.”

You do—black dots your vision as you almost pass out, the most intense orgasm washing over you. You pant, trying to catch your breath, barely even able to open your eyes. Drowsy.

Ari notices this—and the trail of his cum mixed with yours slipping out of you. He slips his cock back in, and you moan because you’re too sensitive. 

“Shhh,” he murmurs, voice gentle. Sweet. He brushes some of your hair back from your forehead. “Just making sure my cum stays inside you, baby.”

“Want to sleep, Daddy,” you whisper thoughtlessly. 

“Go to sleep, baby.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Another thoughtless question. He’s usually gone when you wake up, even before that. You often see him leaving before your eyes close, before you can ingrain the memory to mind. 

Everything about this is different, from the way he slipped his cock back in to the soft kisses on your neck, where your pulse quickens.

You must be hallucinating, but you swear his breath hitches. 

“Yes, baby. I’ll be here from now on.”

What a good dream. 

puts my arts of caramel arrow so far all together bc why not😮‍💨 loml... 🛐🖤

this may just be me - but i realize how important support and validation is in writing. and now the affirmations where people read your work and say it's amazing.

that's great too, but i mean the direct support of your family and writer friends telling you that you can do it when you believe you can't. when you're about to slip into that space of insecurity, wondering, should i really do this? your family members tell you, yes, i told you that you shouldn't have done it, that you would regret it.

support is so, so important. and it shouldn't be half-assed, because our insecurity can latch onto that, too. and this isn't just for people who want to be full-time writers, but all writers, because anyone who writes is a writer.

but it hurts when the people closest to you don't understand how you feel. don't understand the frustration that sometimes comes with having writers' block, the joy of finding a character's origins, their turning point, their growth.

i still get messages from my loved ones: are you still doing this? is this the route you want to go? and it hurts, because i feel like they don't have faith in me, like they're watching a car go at 120 mph or something and waiting for it to create an accident.

but i can't let go of this. i crave writing, i think about it even when i can't write, and i miss the nostalgia of getting words on the page.

so don't give up. you can do it, you can be it. i believe in you, genuinely.