I Have Some Thoughts For Ari. I'm Seeing A Big Guy That Doesn't Talk Much Around Anyone Else, But Somehow

I have some thoughts for Ari. I'm seeing a big guy that doesn't talk much around anyone else, but somehow you disarm him enough that he does talk to you. Biker, mob enforcer or some other job in which he's scary to most everyone but kind, sweet, and thoughtful for you. Nobody would believe you if you told them what he's like around you. He's always looking for new ways to take care of you.

omg i'm so excited to make my ari debut.

Walnut Handshakes

18+

As a group of bounty hunters, you travel the country tracking down the scum of society. It's a tough job, and Ari's a tough leader - but when he's alone with you, he can drop the big, scary front and be himself.

Content Warning: Bounty Hunter!Ari x Reader, mature themes, semi-secret relationship, fluff, smut (soft!dom!ari x bratty!sub!reader, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, praise kink)

The flickering fireplace keeps the small pub warm, making the cold night somewhat bearable. The company helps, too, making anywhere feel like home with their familiar voices and knowing smiles. It's a rough job and a rougher life, but having a group of like-minded souls to call your family helps you through nights like this one.

If a stranger passed by and happened to take a glance, he probably wouldn't have much to say on the dynamics of your family. To him, it'd look like a mismatched crowd of criminals and societal outcasts, banding together to share a few drinks. He wouldn't notice the safety you feel when Mikael hands you a beer. The warmth that envelops you when Tucker tosses you the last of the edibles.

And he sure as shit wouldn't notice the love in Ari's fleeting glances, because sometimes not even you notice. The others definitely don't, though it's no secret that you and Ari belong to one another.

It's an unspoken fact that you're together, even though you rarely ever show it publicly. As the unofficial leader of the gang, Ari likes to keep an air of fear around him. Says it makes it easier for the others to respect him, and having his arm around you or kissing your hand won't exactly help his tough image.

They don't see the tenderness with which he treats you, and they could never imagine it. Hanson would probably have a heart attack if he ever heard the desperate whines of a post-orgasm Ari, begging you to cuddle him to sleep. Mikael would shit himself if he heard how fluently his cousin spouts poems of love with his dirty mouth.

"We got a biggun tomorrow," Kanika announces lowly as she leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Gonna get a lot of money if we bring this guy in alive. That means no lethal force."

"Nik's right," Ari says with a stoic face. "That's why I'm sending in Dice and Y/N alone."

You're slightly surprised by the news. It's difficult for Ari to involve you on missions, let alone on ones he isn't planning on attending himself, but you're pleasantly surprised that he took your argument last week seriously about being too protective over you and treating you like a real member of the group rather than just his girl. Glancing over at Dice, you give her a nod and she smiles back at you. She's the newest member of the family, and the youngest, but she's also the only one who knows her way around every computer system in the world.

"What do you need us to do?" You ask Ari, raising a brow at him from where you're sitting opposite him at the circular table.

After a few minutes pass, you sigh, lightly tapping your finger against the side of your beer. Hoping Ari notices, you sit back, clearing your throat before repeating the subtle action.

"Kripke visits the aquarium every Thursday at 1pm. That's where we're gonna bag him," Kanika informs you. "You and Dice will pose as workers, and I'm sure you can figure out a way to get him into the back in your van. You're smart women."

"And I don't want a repeat of what happened in Michigan," Ari says sternly with a glare, looking around the table at everyone. "You're all competent, so I don't want a single fuckin' mistake tomorrow, from any of you. You hear me?"

The group of nod and a few of the others mumble their agreements, none of you willing to meet his dark eyes. Even you don't look up from the table, knowing it's best not to try and calm him down in front of the others.

"We should head back to the motel," He says gruffly, sitting up. "Get some sleep."

Biting back your smile, you push your chair back while the others lowly agree, standing up and finishing off their beers. You put down your empty bottle before stretching your arms, exhausted after your long day of travelling.

"Are you scared?" Dice questions you as the group of you exit the bar and begin to walk down the sidewalk. "Because I am."

Laughing softly, you brush your arm against hers. "You have nothing to worry about, D. You'll be with me," You assure her. "We'll be in and out of there with Kripke in no time."

The walk to the motel is brief, and soon you're all standing outside the rooms, saying goodnight.

"I'll see you the morning," Dice tells you with a smile, before disappearing to her room.

"Good night, everyone! Love ya!" Tucker calls out with a grin, earning an eye-roll from Ari as he enters his room.

You walk over to Ari and hold your hand out to him, while Kanika and Mikael say goodbye. Ari puts his hand in yours and you wrap your fist around his thumb, before shaking it up and down. That's the furthest he'll go with touching you in public, but you love your walnut handshakes.

"Why do you call me that?" He asked you bluntly one night over a year and a half ago, months before he admitted to having feelings for you.

"Because you're my walnut," You told him coyly, making his eyes roll. With a sigh, you slid down the bench until your thigh touched his. Turning to him, you smiled. "Muhammed Ali classified people into fruits and nuts. Pomegranates are people who are hard on the outside, and hard on the inside. You like to think that you're a pomegranate, but you're not. Walnuts are hard on the outside, soft on the inside. That's you. My walnut."

He let out a grunt as his brows furrowed. "Don't call me that," He ordered you sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Levinson?" You asked him teasingly, taking his hand. Ari tried to pull out of your grip, admittedly not that hard, but you clinged onto his thumb, shaking it up and down with an accomplished grin. "Now we have our own handshake, walnut."

"Shut up," He huffed before pulling his hand out of yours and storming off.

"Good night, guys," Mikael calls out to you both while Ari leads you into your shared motel room.

The second the door shuts behind him, Ari pulls you in by your waist and plants his lips on yours in a deep kiss. He kisses you and his kiss tells you that he missed you all day; missed having you close, missed touching you inappropriately, missed clinging onto you. His wandering hands tell you that he's been fighting a boner for the last three hours watching you drink and dance in that bar, doing his best not to stare at you so obviously.

"Ari," You whimper into his mouth as he presses your body to his, making you feel hot and frustrated.

He pulls away from the kiss, cupping your cheeks in his big, rough hands. His blue eyes shine into yours, and for the first time all day, he smiles. "Hi, baby."

You can't help but giggle, still shy even after all this time together. "Hi, Ari," You reply with a mumble, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"C'mere," He mutters, taking your hand and leading you over to the bed. The two of you sit down and he reaches into the nightstand, from where he pulls out a small box.

"What is it?" You ask excitedly as he hands it to you.

"Open it," Ari whispers, pulling you onto his lap.

With a racing heart, you open the black box to see a gorgeous gold necklace with the letter A hanging in the middle. You beam at him, immediately wrapping your arms tightly around him. "I love it! I love you!" You exclaim, pulling away to look back down at it. "Put it on me!"

He happily does so, smiling widely as he closes the clasp around your neck, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

"Why did you get me it?" You inquire. "You know you don't need to buy me gifts."

His eyes meet yours and he pulls you closer. "It's been a year," He reveals with a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat. "It has?" You ask, feeling nauseous.

"You don't remember," Ari says with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby."

"It's just... you never officially asked me to be your girlfriend or anything. It just... happened," You say with a confused frown.

"So, you thought we'd never have an anniversary?" He questions you with a raised brow.

You let out a breathy scoff. "What date are you even going off of?" You ask him.

He cups your cheek and gives you a soft kiss. "A year ago, on this day, May 10th, is when we first said I love you."

Taken aback, your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Really," He confirms.

"And you remembered, walnut?" You ask, bewildered.

"Of course I remembered, nutcracker," He chuckles. "I'll never forget. Best day of my life."

You pout. "I didnt get you anything."

"And you don't ever need to. You are more than enough," Ari tells you earnestly, before a smirk grows on his lips. "But I did want something."

"Yeah?" You ask expectantly.

"I'm not much of a jewellery guy, though, so I just..." He trails off before unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Then, he shows you his right arm. Just below his shoulder is a tattoo of your name, under which is a tattooed drawing of your eyes.

Your hand flies up to your mouth as you gasp, taking in the sight. Ari has a few pieces of ink spattered across his arms and body, but never did you imagine he'd get anything for you.

"Ari," You whisper, utterly baffled. "How did... when did you get that?"

"This morning while you were out for your run with Tucker," He informs you proudly. "I went with Hanson."

You can hardly take your eyes off the gorgeous ink, absolutely delighted by it. Feeling closer to him than ever, and feeling guilty for not having got him anything in return, you hold his face in your hands and look at him seriously. "Ari," You begin lowly. "You can put it in my ass tonight."

He laughs heartily at that, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed before getting on top of you. "As incredible as that sounds, baby, you have a big day tomorrow and I don't want you being too sore," He tells you before his eyes darken. "So tonight, I'm gonna bury myself in that sweet little pussy of yours. She's much better at taking my thick cock."

You bite your lip at his words, instinctively spreading your legs apart for him to lay in between. Ari gives your neck a kiss while he unbuttons your loose shirt and gently takes it off of you.

"I love you so much," He mumbles as he reaches under you to open your bra clasp one-handed before pulling it off. "Let me show you how much, baby."

Your arms stretch up above your body as you allow him full access to you, trusting him to treat you well. He pulls down your shorts and your panties come down with them, making him grin as his eyes darken.

"Already so wet for me, bunny," Ari growls, lowering down until his face is between your legs. He lightly kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your back arch with anticipation. "Be patient for me, my pretty girl. Let daddy take his time with you."

"Ari, I swear to God," You whine, bucking your hips up. "Don't be such a fuckin' tease."

Chuckling, Ari runs his tongue between your wet folds. The taste of you drives him insane and he can't help but dive right in, suckling on your throbbing clit. One of his hands reach up to your chest, where he runs the pads of his fingers over your hard nipple before pulling and twisting it. His other hand joins his mouth in playing with your pussy as his fingers find your tight hole before gently pushing their way in.

"Oh, daddy," You cry, pulling on his silky hair. "Just like that."

He lowers his tongue to you entrance and fucks into you with it, his nose brushing against your clit. His bright eyes are on you; watching as you come undone for him. It doesn't take long for the pressure to build up within your core, making you pull on his hair harder.

"Don't fuckin' stop," You demand desperately as your legs shake around him. "Don't stop, daddy."

And he doesn't. He brings his thumb up to rub your clit faster while eating your sweet pussy, groaning against you. The vibrations of his low voice send you over the edge and with a loud moan, you're cumming all over his face.

"Mmm, that's it," He growls, continuing to lap up your juices. "My good girl."

Once you're convulsing at his touch, Ari gives you a break and crawls back up to you, smiling down at you before giving you a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it glides across yours, stroking and feeling it.

"Ari," You mumble with a tinge of frustration.

"What is it, bunny?" He mumbles with an arrogant smirk.

"Come on," You whine, pulling on the hem of his jeans.

"What do you want, hmm?" He asks you teasingly. "Tell me."

"Stop being difficult," You complain with a pout. "Just give it to me."

"Stop being such a brat, then," Ari says firmly, taking hold of your chin. "Come on, baby. It's only me. Tell me what you want from me."

A whimper leaves your mouth, but you know he can last longer than you in this game. So, you give in. "I want your cock," You whisper.

"And where do you want it, bunny?" He murmurs as his lips brush against yours.

"In- in my pussy," You say coyly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He smiles, giving you a kiss. "See? Was that so bad?"

"You're so annoying," You huff, pushing his chest.

"What was that? You don't want me to fuck you tonight?" Ari asks with a frown. "You don't wanna feel my cum deep inside you?"

"No, daddy, I'm sorry," You drag out, as much as it pains you.

He lets out a content sigh, grinning at your words. "Such an adorable little bunny. See how easy it is to be a good girl?" He asks you with a raised brow. "Good girls get fucked real nice, and you know what bad girls get?"

You shake your head.

"Bad girls get spanked and sent to bed," He tells you through a clenched jaw.

Your eyes light up at the prospect of getting spanks, but he narrows his eyes at you.

"Don't get any funny ideas, dummy," Ari warns you. "Remember last time I sent you to sleep with a sore ass and a wet pussy? You didn't talk to me for three days."

"Because you didn't let me cum!" You shoot.

"Because you were being a bad girl," He adds coldly. "Now, you wanna know how tonight's gonna go?"

Silently, you nod.

"Tonight, you're gonna be daddy's good little bunny, and you're gonna bounce on my cock until we both cum," He tells you lowly. "I'm gonna treat you real nice. But only if you're a good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?"

With a smile, you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. "I can be a good girl, daddy," You promise sweetly.

He strokes your cheek, smiling warmly back at you. "That's my beautiful girl. C'mon. My cock's nice and hard for you."

You open his belt buckle and pull it off, before unzipping his jeans and tugging them off of his legs, along with his boxers. His cock twitches in mid-air, hard and leaking with pre-cum. You take hold of the base and sit on it, teasingly rubbing it between your folds.

"Fuck, baby," Ari groans. "You're so fuckin' wet. Put me inside."

You shiver as his shaft brushes against your clit, and take a deep breath before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock, wincing once he's fully in and your thighs are resting on his waist.

He shudders, before reaching up to cup your face. "You okay, baby?" He asks you with a whisper.

"Y- yeah," You say after a few seconds, your eyes fluttering shut as you get used to his invasion. His cock is deep inside you, stretching you out and brushing against your cervix with every breath you take.

Once you're ready, you slowly lift your hips up before coming back down, making him groan. "Oh, that's it," Ari groans. "That's my girl, keep going."

You eventually build up a rhythm once the pleasure overtakes the pain and discomfort of his thick cock, riding him as your tits bounce. His hands rest on your waist and he thrusts his hips up every so often, fucking into you hard as his eyes roll back.

"That's my good bunny," He grunts, reaching up to play with your tits. "Such a good girl for daddy."

You moan at his praise, getting off on his sweet words. Your fingers brush over his tattoo and a wide smile grows on your lips as your heart blooms.

"Ari?" You begin, leaning down and cupping his cheeks.

He picks up the slack, wrapping his arms around your waist and thrusting up into you as his eyes burn into yours. "Yeah, baby?"

"I love you," You whisper, moaning when he hits your g-spot. "Fuck, I love you so much, walnut."

"Baby," He whispers through a drunken grin. "I love you. So, so fucking much."

"Yeah?" You ask as his thrusts get faster, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. "How much, Ari?"

"More than- fuck, more than anything," He promises as he fucks you harder. "Cum with me, baby, cum with me."

"I'm so close," You cry, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm cumming, daddy."

"That's it, that's it," He grunts as he feels you clench around his cock. Seconds later, his cum shoots inside you as his voice becomes weak desperate. "Fuck, I love you, bunny, I love you, I love you."

You fall forward, resting your head on his chest while he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts, shuddering with each one. After a few moments afterglow bliss, he slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper.

He kisses the top of your head and gently strokes your back. "I love you," He repeats softly.

"I love you more, walnut," You reply weakly, hugging him tight. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, baby," Ari mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. "Here's to a million more."

there you have it! my first ever ari fic. lemme know what you thought!

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The penthouse felt so cold. That was your first thought the very first time you stepped inside your new boyfriend’s home…if you could call it that. Despite Tooru having said he’d lived here for a few years now, it didn’t look lived in at all. Minimalistic furniture was scattered here and there, maybe an art piece or two on the walls that you were almost positive someone else had picked out for him. It looked expensive, sure, but it felt so cold. But at the time, all you had done was twist and tell him how wonderful you thought it was, watching the warm smile cross the retired athlete’s face as he watched his favorite girl react to something so luxurious. 

When he’d first approached you at your workplace your mouth had gone dry, eyes trying desperately to drink in every inch of him without being too obvious. You instead smiled, helped him with an issue, and watched as he left- quick to tell all your coworkers and friends about this hot guy who came in that day. It was about a week later that he’d returned, clearly scanning the building until he saw you standing there- catching you in the act of staring, yourself. Once his eyes met yours he gave a warm smile and came over, requesting your help once more. 

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𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)

pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

warning: none just fluff!

-

Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except  for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble. 

Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.

“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice. 

“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.

 “Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”

“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.” 

You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone. 

-

It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office. 

You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls. 

“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father. 

Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold. 

And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his. 

Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps  around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.  

Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it. 

When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod. 

“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out

“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”

“Where are you headed anyway?”

“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly” 

Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep. 

“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”

You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well. 

“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss. 

“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks. 

As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”

“No” she responds.

“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”

“It’s okay” she lisps. 

-

Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk. 

With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.

“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back. 

“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down. 

“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?” 

“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick. 

“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter. 

“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model. 

Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine. 

He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh. 

“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist. 

“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her. 

He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat. 

Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely. 

“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”

“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen. 

“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out. 

“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands. 

“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands. 

“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?” 

She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through. 

“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”

“Yea? What do you want to do?”

“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father. 

-

Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.

“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down. 

“Tiger”

She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure. 

There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late. 

“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste. 

“Bad word, daddy!”

“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator. 

-

“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip. 

Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air. 

“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”

‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say. 

“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror. 

Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek. 

“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do. 

“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly. 

The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…

“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester. 

Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!” 

Steve chuckles at her cuteness. 

Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them. 

A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.

He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear. 

It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time. 

In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime. 

He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck. 

He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off. 

“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings! 

-

“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes. 

He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand. 

“Does a PB and J sound alright?”

“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach. 

The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter. 

Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.

He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do. 

As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest. 

Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him. 

Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch. 

“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead. 

“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek. 

Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him. 

-

It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise. 

You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing. 

As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together. 

His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married. 

They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload. 

You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm. 

He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles. 

“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before. 

“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?” 

His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.

“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”

He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will. 

“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy  tie.”

“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom. 

He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom. 

-

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❝ go ahead and ask your questions, but i want you to ride my thigh while you do. ❞

PAIRING ▸ johnny suh x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, sports au, journalist au, fuckbuddies to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension, lots of teasing and flirty banter, smut (this is so self indulgent), dirty talk, oral sex (fem. receiving), squirting, orgasm denial, praise, kinda degradation, thigh riding, fingering, sex in front of a mirror, steamy scene in a shower, johnny is actually very soft, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, ft. annoying best friends chenle, jisung, and mark

SUMMARY ▸ when you get the biggest scoop on one of the sports teams, you’re determined to get in on the front page of the school newspaper. unfortunately, your only lead is the basketball team’s captain, johnny suh, and not only is he a tough nut to crack, but he’s also a little too good at distracting you.

PLAYLIST ▸ good intentions by rini • thinkin bout you by katie

WORD COUNT ▸ 12737 words

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner @geniejunn @huangberryyy @greasywall @sehunniepot @yasmini24 @gomjohnny @vantxx95 @jenoxygen @wasssuhjohnny @sadgirlroo @commentgirl @dreamycomets @sokkigarden @nohuyck @epiphany-beom @nachotequilaqueso @chitaphrrrr (+ dunk shot! tag list at the end)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for supporting this series !! this one took a while but it was so fun to write. part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡ hope you enjoy !!

ACCORDING TO SOCRATES, YOU WERE POISON TO A STUDENT ATHLETE.

The so-called Socrates in question, named Zhong Chenle, had once told you that if he wasn’t your best friend, he would hate your guts. In the sports world, jocks and journalists didn’t seem to get along very well. Flattered, you responded to your dear friend with your middle finger.

Chenle considered himself real smart, even going as far as to compare himself to one of the greatest philosophers (hence, the nickname Socrates you deemed upon him). Yet, with this vast amount of supposed intelligence, your best friend still couldn’t seem to figure out why you were hovering around Johnny Suh like a fruit fly.

“He knows about the steroid scandal,” you explained calmly. “I just want to find out what he’s hiding.”

Zhong Chenle’s brain decided to translate this into: “I am madly in love with Johnny Suh,” so now, your stupid best friend was convinced that you had the biggest crush on the basketball team’s captain.

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i need one where the readers dad walks in on them and eddie going at it. like all fours hand around theirs neck, pulling them back on his cock. and they just keep going whether they hear him come in or not

OKAY BUT IMAGINE THIS WITH CATHOLIC!READER—

they’re just going the fuck at it in her room. i mean, they are not being quiet at all—she’s moaning, the headboard is banging when they get around to fucking, he’s saying some filthy & blasphemous shit, you name it. i’m thinking her parents were at a late church function, so no one was home and they weren’t expected to return for a long time. she’s in nothing but the guitar pick & rings necklace he gave her a week prior, and he’s got his head between her legs for awhile as he eats her pussy so wildly & messily that she’s seeing stars. it’s probably some of the craziest sex they’ve had, absolutely no question about it; her guard is coming down more & more, and she’s able to really let loose now. it fucking shows, and eddie is loving every goddamn second of it.

when it’s time for them to have sex, he says that he wants to try a new position with her. he calls it the “god position,” because she’s on all fours while he absolutely pounds her from behind. she’s fucking loving it, too; his hands around her throat, choking her as he slams into her at a fast pace, one hand moving to occasionally slap her ass, both of his hands grabbing her hips and crashing then into his as he fucks her. he’s got her hair wound in his freed fist at one point, yanking her head up with a grin.

“has your god ever made you feel this fucking good?” he rasps in her ear, snapping his hips against her ass. “has he ever stuck his long, thick cock inside of you like this and made you scream?”

“no,” she manages around the grip he has on her throat, her eyes rolling back as he rams into her g-spot. “never. fucking never.”

“that’s what I thought,” he says, biting her neck after he let her go. “tell me you’ve sinned. tell me you fucked up because you were praying to him. say it just the way i fucking like.”

“f-forgive…mmm…forgive me, father, for i have sinned,” she pants, moaning as he reaches around to rub her clit. “it’s been…three days since my last…my last confession…”

“and what did you do, hm?” eddie asks, spanking her hard when she doesn’t speak. “tell me, or i’ll get the paddle.”

“i worshiped a false idol,” she breathes. “i…i prayed to a false god, one that wasn’t you.”

“and what else?” eddie asks, his hand wrapping around her throat again.

“i don’t—“ she begins, but he cuts off her air before she can finish.

they’re so caught up in everything that she doesn’t hear her dad coming in downstairs. she doesn’t hear her mom coming in behind him, talking excitedly about the function they just returned from. all she can hear is the sound of slapping skin, of eddie’s moans, heavy breathing, and his spanking, of the deliciously blasphemous shit he’s saying in her ear as he mercilessly fucks into her dripping pussy. the headboard is somehow banging on the wall, and eddie is not being quiet at all when he says his next statement.

“do you think your false god is watching you right now?” he asks, choking her hard as she gasps around his grip. “think he can see his little angel getting her shit fucked up? what do you think he would say? personally, i think he would be jealous that i get to sink my dick into such a sweet, wet pussy every day.”

he lets go of her when she claws at his hand, and his lips press against the small marks that form on the sides. he kisses it hard, moaning against her neck as he slams her onto his cock. she’s moaning more freely now, sounding like something out of one of those dirty movies the two of them often watched together. she’s loud and careless, and he’s calling her a filthy little harlot as he drills into her cunt with both hands around her throat yet again. she’s drooling, practically cock drunk as his necklace beats against her skin with every thrust.

“gonna make you forget that asshole exists, baby,” he purrs in her ear. “gonna make you know & worship only me. i don’t care how long it fucking takes; i’ll do this forever, if i have to.”

“eddie,” she moans, trying to fuck herself further on him. i—“

but she never gets a chance to complete her sentence. at that time, her bedroom door is thrown open rather violently, and her father is standing in the doorway. he looks angry, his eyes blazing and fists balled at his sides as he looks at the scene in front of him. she screams and tries to cover herself, but eddie isn’t pulling out. he’s still balls-deep inside of her, his dick & parts of his thighs wet from just how drenched her cunt is, a look of shock on his face that soon turns to indifference. his thrusts stopped the moment her dad walked in, but now they’re slowly starting again as she buries her face in embarrassment.

“don’t mind us, sir,” eddie says with a smirk. “just breaking her into a new religion, that’s all.”