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!picnic date

pairing | female reader x ari levinson

warnings | 18+ NSFW, smut, slight fluff, public sex, humiliation kink, daddy kink, slight brat, blowjobs, handjobs, choking, use of sex toys, mentions cheating, penetrative sex, teasing, praise kink, ?exhibitionism, age gap (reader is in their early twenties and ari is in his late thirties)

summary | after a week of not having ari's full attention he takes you out to a picnic to make it up to you.

word count | 2699 characters | 14,172

this is my first time writing smut so sorry if some parts are hard to understand and if there are a few typos ! oh and if it gets a bit repetitive

i hope u guys enjoy <3

 For my bubs mariri ٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶ ♡

you were expecting a picnic basket filled with deliciously sweet macaroons, but you find yourself painfully gripping the picnic blanket and a basket that wasn’t filled with macaroons.

                                     >3&lt;                                        

You walk slowly following ari. He’s holding a picnic basket and you wish it was your hand that he held so tightly. “Are we there yet?“ You groan. He doesn’t answer, making you even more annoyed. It was bad enough Ari wasn’t paying any attention to you for the entire week and now he’s ignoring you.

You follow him on the grass, watching as he delicately places the picnic blanket on the grass. He places the picnic basket down and gestures for you to sit. “Hmph!“ You cross your arms refusing to sit. He grabs you by your chin, forcing you to look at his lustrous blue eyes. You feel yourself melting like that ice cream that's probably turned into soup in the picnic basket.

“What's wrong, princess?“ You look away avoiding his gaze. He brings your face closer to his, you feel yourself pant as his hot breath fans on your ear. "You better sit your ass down or I'll punish you right here for everyone to see." You wanted him to, you wanted him to punish you so badly to the point everyone miles away could hear you moaning and begging for more. You doze off imagining of the many ways he would punish you, you hear a loud slap and feel a sudden burning sensation on your bottom. You take his warning and sit down on the picnic blanket.

"You didn't answer my question." You ignore him once again and take out your ice lolly, opening it. You frown seeing as half of it's already melted, "I'll give you something to suck on later" ari sits down next to you. Not wanting the ice lolly to further melt you wrap your lips around the sweet treat. You fantasize of ways you would suck something, you're so deep in thought you don't notice ari studying the provocative way you lick that treat.

Your eyes meet ari's. The taste of the wood stick spreads in your mouth, giving you an unpleasant feeling knowing that you've finished your treat. ari uses his thumb to wipe your lip, he licks the sweet melted ice lolly on his thumb. His eyes wander to your lips, he leans in for a kiss but you look away. Does he think he can just take you to a picnic and kiss you 'sorry'? I would let him do much more than just kiss me.

All week he's been in his office with rachel. That bitch has been keeping ari from you, you know ari won't admit it but she's been leaving hints. Hurrying late to work while 'forgetting' to button her shirt, how she sits too close to him during business meetings, the way she slightly touches his hand when signing contracts.

You ignore his sigh and open the picnic basket looking for your macaroons. You hear a chuckle from ari, looking at him confused you continue searching for your precious macaroons. Your eyes sparkle when you see them, you grab the box to reveal a small heart whip and toys underneath. You look at ari and you notice his eyes have darkened, a smirk plastered on his face.

You place the macaroons down and reach for the heart whip but ari beats you to it. You turn your head to face him, he grabs you by your chin and kisses you. You pull away to be able to breathe. "Now, what's wrong princess?" He places his hands on the sides of your waist and places you on his lap.

You give in, "You've been so busy at work and have barely given me any attention." You bury your face in his shirt, his scent filled your lungs. You sit up properly, "You haven't been fucking that bitch rachel, have u?" his eyes further darkened. "Are you jealous?" Your eyes gleam

"You've been having these dirty thoughts the entire week haven't you?" Of course you have, you were all by yourself. No one to reassure you he wasn't giving his dick to other women. You stay silent for a while before saying. "No, I haven-"

He rolls you over making you lay on your stomach. "Are you sure you haven't?" He drags his finger from your neck to your spine making you shiver. His fingers travels from your spine to your ass and stops at your inner thigh. Raising your dress to reveal your ass. You weren't wearing anything underneath, you could see his smirk even without looking. "You're not answering me." He sighs and without warning he slaps your ass using the whip.

A moan escapes from you. He continues to whip the same spot. Your eyes filled with tears, you think of the cute little heart mark it would leave. Your whimpers and moans fill the silent air. He rips the dress off of you "Sit." You hear him mutter.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you" You have a small grin on your face. You yelp when you feel his hand come into contact with your bottom. "Don't make me repeat myself" You sit down, gasping as a gust of wind hits your bare bottom. He grabs you by your legs and spreads them wide open.

"Look at how wet you've become, just from a little spanking" You feel your cheeks get warm. You try to close your legs to hide how wet you actually are but he pins your legs down forcing you to hide your face in your hands. He leans in closer, you slightly moan when you feel his hot breath fan your pussy. He leans back out, and slowly kisses your legs going up your thighs. While leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs his finger finds its way to your pussy lips.

"So you're not jealous?" You jerk as he slides a finger into your slit, touching your clit"N-n...!!" You gasp as he starts playing with your clit. "Don't lie to me princess" He says, rubbing your entrance. "I-I'm not lying." He slips a finger in and slowly pulls back out. You watch as he takes his finger out, backing out with a string of honey following his finger. He takes his finger and puts it on his lips, he stares at you licking your juices off his finger.

You moan and try to touch yourself but he stops you. You whine trying to get out of his grasp. You wanted less of the teasing and you wanted more of him to mercilessly fuck you out on the grass, punish you for thinking of such dirty thoughts. Just admit it, you are jealous.

"Prove it to daddy." He stands up and you groan, why couldn't he just continue and fuck you with his tongue. He unbuckles his belt. You sit up staring at him innocently, acting like you don't know what he's telling you to do. He puts your hair behind your ears and takes you by your chin.

"Be a good girl and prove to daddy you're not jealous. You can do that right?" I could if I actually wasn't jealous. You nod and look down grabbing a hold of his pants, "Use your words princess" Once again you feel yourself melting into a puddle.

Suprisingly without stuttering you answer, "Yes daddy" Your eyes widen at the sight of his bulge and you break out of the daze he put you in. You grin and think of all the ways you could tease him, you look up at him and slowly unzip his pants. You shiver as his fingers glide across your jaw, making you feel a bit guilty on what you're about to do. You caress his bulging cock underneath his boxers.

You slowly pull his boxers down, revealing his throbbing cock. You stare at it in awe as you haven't seen him this hard in weeks, looks like you aren't the only one looking forward to this. You use your tongue to slowly lick the precum of the tip of his cock, your fingers lightly touching his shaft. You swirl your tongue around the tip and slowly travel down to the shaft. You hear a small groan from him, you smirk knowing your teasing is working. You look up, staring deeply into his eyes as you gently play with his balls.

"Baby, I know what you're doing. And it's not going to turn out well for you" He pants. Well that's the point. "I know" You say ignoring his little warning. You kiss the tip of his cock and you drool at the length of his shaft. Gliding your tongue on his shaft and going up to the top you wrap your lips around the tip. You suck the tip while using your hands to stroke the shaft of his cock. Slowly working your way to the shaft you go back up to the tip, gently sucking it.

You feel his hands grip your hair, "Fucking hell..." He moans. As you work your way down the length of his shaft you feel your eyes start to water. He grips your hair tigther and thrusts into your mouth, you feel it hit the back of your throat. You hold onto his hips as you gag on his cock, he grunts and you stop him from pulling out. You wrap your arms around his hips and force yourself to take his whole length, tears streaming down your face, struggling to breath while you choke on his cock.

You groan as his grip on your hair tightens further, you try to pull out to catch your breath but he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth. You rolls your eyes in pleasure as he fucks your mouth. You feel it repeatedly hit the back of your throat, he finally pulls out and you struggle to catch your breath.

"Fuck baby. I missed that mouth of yours" He pants, not giving him or yourself time to breathe, you wipe the drool running down your chin and bring your focus back on to his throbbing cock. You start to stroke his cock that was covered in your spit, lightly squeezing the shaft of his cock while licking the tip.

You look up at him and moan while licking his cock, he closes his eyes and groans. You stroke the shaft of his cock faster, using both your hands and mouth. Once again he has a tight grip on your hair. You stop stroking his cock and He puts your hair behind your ears and mutters. You gag as you feel his cock hit the back of your throat. He thrusts into your mouth, moving slowly. "Fuck I'm gonna cum baby" Before he gets a chance to pull out you grab him by his hips, desperate for him to cum in your mouth.

Your eyes roll back as he releases in your mouth, his hand gripping the back of your head. He quickly thrusts into your mouth and you swallow hard. You let go of his hips and he pulls out, you're panting with drool and a bit of cum running down your chin. You wipe it off and look back up at ari, he's still trying to catch his breath. You stand up and lightly grab his cock, pushing him closer to you.

You grin and stand on your tip toes, "I hope theres still some left for me" You whisper into his ear, his breath hitching. You kiss his neck traveling down to his chiseled chest, leaving a trail of love bites. He slaps your ass and wraps your legs around his waist, you let out a yelp from the sudden slap. You straddle him and feel something rock hard between you and him. You look down to see his cock is ready for more. You start grinding on his cock, wanting feel it inside you. You take the tip and prepare to bury his cock inside you.

His cock is taken out of your grasp as he lifts you up, "Not so fast princess, you've been a bad girl" He says placing you on the picnic blanket, he leans in and you forget how to breathe for a spilt second, he whispers in you ear "And now I'm going to have to punish you" A small smile is plastered on your face, this is it, you finally get to feel ari feel the empty space between your thighs.

He spreads your legs. He licks his fingers and slowly rubs your clit, he fastens his pace and he slides a finger into your sweet spot. Fingering you and rubbing your clit, you feel yourself about to climax but he suddenly stops. "You can't cum yet princess."

He places a finger on your lips, "I don't want to hear any complaining, you brought this upon yourself." You take his finger and lick it, "I know." He slips his cock into your slit, teasing your entrance. You gasp, feeling a hint of pain as he suddenly thrusts his full length into you. You're left in a shock of pleasure but that feeling soon leaves you as he pulls out. He thrusts the tip of his cock in and out, not letting you feel it hit your inner walls. You try to rub your clit but he takes you by your wrists and keeps them above your head.

He slowly thrusts into you, until his cock is buried in you, you quickly wrap your legs around him. Trying to keep him from pulling out, he lets go of your wrists. He takes your legs and spreads them, letting him pull out. You whimper as you once again feel empty. Again he thrusts only the head of his cock into you, he suddenly plunges deeper into your wetness. Slowly fucking you "H-harder" You whisper, you see ari smirk and he thrusts in and out of you slower.

"Please ari..." He hears the desperation in your voice, he plunges into you harder and harder. You wrap your arms and legs around ari as he fuck you senselessly, your legs start to tremble and you feel yourself about to reach your climax but he stops and pulls out. "Lets continue this later princess, more people are around. And your little cunt is only mine to see and use" You groan as he stopped right as you were close to cumming. He puts his pants back on and buckles his belt.

You sit up and you look at him with a pout. You see him pull out a little vibrator, with a mischievous grin he says, "This should keep you ready for me later" He spread your legs and uses his fingers to spread your slit, inserting the little device into you. He takes out his phone and he sets the vibrator to the slowest setting, playing around with it. Teasing and torturing you as he goes from the fastest to the slowest setting over and over again. He grins watching as you're legs shake and tremble. He puts it back to the lowest setting and hands you your dress.

You put your dress back on, he lifts up your dress and pushes the vibrator further into you. Your legs slightly shake as he raises the setting. You bite your lip as you start to pack up, he raises it to the fastest setting you gasp dropping the box of macaroons. You're left shaking on all fours, you hear a low chuckle from him. "Y-you made me drop my macaroons" You moan, "Don't worry baby I'll get you more later"

You feel the vibrator go back to its lowest setting, you take a few second to breathe. You fold the picnic blanket and you're ready to leave. You stand up but your knees buckle as he raises the setting.

"ah-ari..." You groan, he grins and puts it back to the lowest setting. "Let's go" He says taking the picnic basket from you. Waving his phone at you as he start to play around with the settings again

It's going to be a long trip home...

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this isn't the end***

this whole thing was kind of a rollercoaster to write bc i wrote this in the span of almost 2 or 3 months and i kept forgetting where i left off so if some things dont make sense, blame it on my memory T-T

if the ending kinda doesn't make sense its bc i didnt proofread it, so feedback is pretty appreciated

also the word count is kekeke, im too imature sometimes ￣﹃￣. also i swear that word count wasnt on purpose

there will be a part 2 :P

me while writing the ending ⬇️

i have a very fluff request for our very beefy ari<33

very much domestic!ari & domestic!reader, doing home chores together, cleaning, organizing, daily grocery shopping, ordering some new clothes, etc, planning meals, planning child friendly abroad holidays, both looking after your new born, looking after dodger, taking dodger on a walk with ari wearing the buckle baby carrier on his bare chest (skin to skin touch) going on a picnic afterwards, playing with your new born & obvs dodger, watching new movies/series together, SELFCARE TOGETHER<3, starting the fire place, both of you doing your baby’s night routine preparing him or her to sleep, cuddling in each other arms, with blankets wrapped around your both talking very lovingly to each other in the moonlight :D

sorry if this is too much🤍

𝐡𝐢! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

summary - just the inside of ari's life with his wife.

gif I use isn’t mine and divider is by @newlips

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳.

-𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆-

The sound of music fills the room as the couple move around each other, scrubbing the dishes, mopping and sweeping the floors, and dusting. Ari watches as Y/n is trying to vacuum in areas that are too tight or are blocked by something. Walking over, he lifts the couch, receiving a smile from her as she can reach the dirt underneath. 

They go around cleaning the whole house until it is completely spotless.

-𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆-

Their food shopping is the best. Ari is always piling food and drinks into the trolley. Making sure your favourites are in there and everything you need for the baby is fully stocked. Half of the time, you tend to lose him, heading down the aisles looking for your tall beefy husband only to find him bounding towards you with a massive grin on his face and his arms stocked full. Ari will always insist on paying, not taking no for an answer. 

You both end up at home with too much food that lasts a long time.

-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒-

Well… Let’s just say you and Ari had to get a new house with an extremely huge closet. When Ari finds something he thinks would look gorgeous in or wants to see her in, he buys many pieces of clothing in every colour. His favourite is seeing her in sundresses or pretty flowing skirts, always ensuring there are over a hundred of the same item. And when you order new clothes, it’s mostly clothing for your cute baby and the one on the way. Sometimes buying Ari some new clothes as he seems to only buy you things and spending your days bare as you both have kids now wouldn’t be a good idea, and you can never buy yourself clothes, seeing as Ari already bought it for you.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒-

You like to be organised, and you have a little list of what meals to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ari finds it adorable, but he’s also grateful when he has to rush off to work, and the food is already prepared and ready to eat. And he notices how less stressed you are when it comes to dinnertime.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-

You and Ari, make sure to sit down and sort out where you can go. It was a struggle at first from years of not having kids and not planning everything, but you’ve learnt to make a list. Making it easier when it comes to these types of things, Ari still insists on paying for everything, saying that he wants to spoil his family and won’t take no for an answer.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-

It’s fun but stressful the first time doing it. You both ended up a mess. Tears and laughter were shared. You swore to Ari that you wouldn’t have more kids. But watching Ari hold the child you both created, the love he bears, and how he gently but protectively holds the baby. You’d give him a hundred if it meant you’d get to see this picture again and again.

The crying, dirty diapers and the loss of sleep wasn’t exactly fun, but they both wanted a family, and that’s what they got.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

You both love him. You and Ari went looking for a dog before you even got pregnant, and you chose to rescue one, and when you both walked in. Dodger instantly connected with Ari and fits well with your little family. While you were pregnant, he was protective, and once you had the child, Dodger was your baby's best friend.

Looking after Dodger isn’t that hard. You guys mostly just play with him, feed him, run around with him and cuddle while watching movies as a family.

-𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓-

It’s a warm day, and Ari decides to take Dodger for a walk while wearing a buckle baby carrier against his bare chest as he hears skin-to-skin is good for his newborn. Many women tend to stare, and some try to start a conversation by either trying to pat his dog or touch his baby while smiling. Usually, before they can, he snaps and tells them to fuck off as he doesn’t like strangers touching or being near his family.

-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒- 

After the long walk with Dodger and getting enough time with his child, he makes his way to the agreed spot for the weekly picnic. He loves to have them as they make you extremely happy, and it’s one of those times he can appreciate you in one of the sundresses he spoils you with. You all have a feast while enjoying nature, photos are taken with a polaroid camera, and many memories are made there.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

On days off, you all go to the playroom, outside or the lounge room and sometimes your baby is in the mood to play, and they love it when you all get down and pretend with them, especially when Dodger comes and licks their face, coming around and playing all the games you are.

-𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

You and Ari set a movie night, mainly so you don’t watch something without the other. You grab the snacks and set up a table, grabbing all the blankets and pillows. Snuggling up on the couch, wearing your pyjamas and ensuring you and everyone are comfortable. Sometimes Ari builds a fort, and it makes your kids happy, they invite you guys in but not without your fake money, and you all watch the newest Disney.

-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

Well, Ari was the one who got you into self-care. You only used to do a small amount, sometimes too lazy to do anything, but Ari decided he wanted to do what he saw others doing, saying it looked cute and made you both closer. He enjoys applying everything on you, you repay him by doing the same with him, and he’s even bought baby/child safe self-care products, even something for Dodger, so he doesn’t feel left out. 

You both do all the other self-care things he’s seen, and it’s become one of your favourite things to do together.

-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄-

This is Ari’s task, and he enjoys doing it. The warmth entering his body when he does and watching his family also feel that warmth. He likes to go out and cut for the wood, come back and light it, and it’s become a sort of enjoyment.

-𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃-

You and Ari take turns reading your kids a bedtime story and making funny impressions and voices for the characters. You both make sure their nightlight is plugged in and on. You’ll check under the bed and in the closet for the pretend monsters they see, but always tell them that while mummy and daddy are around, no monster could get them. You’ll help them take a bath, wash their hair with the best-smelling shampoo and conditioner, helping them brush their teeth and warm some milk for them as it helps them sleep. 

You and Ari came up with an idea of placing nightlight footprints on the floor if they need to use the potty and want to feel like a big kid for once. 

-𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-

This one is big, and sometimes when the kids have gone to bed, and you and Ari haven’t had your weekly date night, you make this your date night. You pack a small basket full of savoury and sweet foods and some wine that you save for these exact nights. 

When the moon is full, you and Ari head outside, your backyard big enough to feel like you aren’t home. Ari finds the perfect spot before setting down blankets and pillows, a small light in the middle of you, chatting away, sharing laughs and eating while looking up at the stars. When the food is gone and your stomachs are full, you both wrap yourselves in each other's arms and whisper sweet nothings. You would look into each other’s eyes and just tell each other how much you love them.

Being so thankful and happy that they chose you and gave you such a wonderful life and the most adorable kids anyone could ask for, and the best dog in the world. 

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Helping out that biker!Ari anon...

What happens when you scratch his bike accidentally?

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI

a/n: Written on my phone.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd gathered outside of the bar. The rowdy conversations quickly snuffed out one by one until only low, uneasy murmurs remains.

Your wide eyes are glued to the fallen bike, palm splayed across your slack mouth. Your stomach abruptly swoops down to your feet leaving you lightheaded and the urge to sink to the ground washes over you.

"Ari man, it was an accident," Rick, one of the new mechanics frantically explains, he takes a shaky step towards you as if he's going to place himself between you and the bike at your feet.

He looks over your shoulder and winces. Your stomach drops even more and tears prick the corner of your eyes. There's a long, jagged scratch on the side of Ari's bike. And it's your fault. You bumped into it, not paying attention because you were rushing to meet everyone for drinks.

A shadow falls over you. Ari. Without even looking, you know it's him, his cologne drifts over you and the heat from his body warms your back.

"I'm so sorry." Lowering your head, you stare at the scratch, already calculating the overtime you're going to have to work to pay for this.

He reaches around you and he takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back until you're gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your breath hitches in your chest. His expression is unreadable as he studies your face.

"I can fix this, you know it's not a big deal." Rick rambles, cautiously darting around the two of you.

Ari doesn't respond. And you--you don't even know what's happening, let alone if you should even speak right now. Pulling your hand away from your mouth, he brings your face back, even more, to get a closer look at you, stroking your cheek with his knuckle.

Steve strolls out of the bar, taking in the scene with a knowing smirk. "You know what happens if someone touches our bikes don't ya Sunshine?"

"I'm sorry-" You squeak at his stern question, too wrapped up in whatever is happening between you and Ari to detect the teasing glint in Steve's tone.

Ari on the other hand knows exactly what Steve's doing and he gives his brother a withering look. He grins in return. "You know what you have to do."

"I do." Ari takes a step back, letting you go. He crouches in front of his bike and pushes it upright. He traces over the scratch and glances over his shoulder at you.

Another apology falls from your lips and he glowers. Standing up, he stomps over to you and before you can move, he tosses you over his shoulder, pushing past the crowd, he heads into the bar.

He strolls past the patrons without a second glance and goes inside one of the back offices.

"Ari I can pay for it. I can work extra and I-" You gasp, heat sweeps up your cheek followed by a searing sting. It takes a second to register what just happened until he does it again. His large hand slaps your ass. Harder. And it feels good.

"Apologize again. I dare you Sunshine," he challenges, his deep voice almost a growl, he smacks you one more time before placing you on an empty desk.

You gaze up at him, confused. You were expecting him to be mad but there's an undercurrent of amusement in his eyes. Ari is never amused and it's disconcerting and exhilarating.

"But I-"

Ari takes your chin again and oh something about the way he keeps doing that, his grip firm yet gentle, makes your thighs clench.

Ari knows he should care about his bike but all he could focus on was the way your shoulders were slumped and how devastated you looked outside. He plans on making sure you never have a reason to have that expression on your pretty face again.

Starting now.

"You know what happens when you mess up my bike?" Ari raises his brow, brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

You shake your head, you realize how close he and your clit pulses.. Ari plants his hands by your thighs and he lowers his lips to your ear. You feel so small, protected when he's caging you like this.

That ache in your chest when you saw his bike hit the ground dissipates into a haze of lust. A shiver slithers down your spine when you feel his plush lips move over your sensitive skin.

"I have to punish you," he intones, his hands moving to your soft thighs and he spreads them. "Don't I, Sunshine?"

You've never wanted to be punished for anything in your life until this very moment. You'll gladly take whatever he wants to give you.

His large hands slide up your thighs as he settles between them. Ari moves your dress up to your waist and finds your aching clit, rolling it between his fingers "Might take all night for you to learn your lesson."

Leaning back on your elbows, you let out a soft moan. "Ari, I'm going to be honest with you, if this is your version of a punishment, I'm going to knock over your bike every chance I get. Fuck right there," you sob when he slips a long ringed adorned finger inside your drenched cunt.

"Please don’t." Ari hides his grin, watching your eyes roll back as he finds a rhythm you like. "I don't think my insurance will cover that Sunshine."

You don't care, especially not after he finds a spot inside your pussy that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your veins."Oh fuck, you keep doing that and I might even break in your house and- ohgodyes."

Ari chuckles under his breath. "No need beautiful, I'll make you a key," he whispers to himself.

The Breeding Ground

pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)

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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?

“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.

Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.

“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.

“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.

“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.

“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.

“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.

“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.

“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.

- -

“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.

“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.

“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”

“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.

When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.

“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.

Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.

———

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softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | ari wants nothing more than to make you completely his.

always wanted to do at least a drabble for kinktober haha. isn't really explicit, but you get to see dom ari peeking through + naive reader interaction in college!

warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dark ari

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CONT.

It’s adorable, how you always try to take charge. Except the moment Ari would say something, murmur at you to sit down, you would, innocent eyes peering up at him, asking to be rewarded. 

And you were so small, like a baby. A dumb baby, one who annoyed him to no end. He wanted to fuck you until you cried, thrust into you until he saw the outline of his cock from your stomach, have you begging for his dick—for him—to breed you, fuck you, touch you, for days. 

He learned over, to the side twirling a piece of your hair. Beside him, you stiffened, eyes moving away from the professor. Once you realized it was him, your shoulders relaxed, and you sent him a wide smile. One that remained oblivious to his dark thoughts completely. It took him months to make you feel comfortable towards him, to get you to open up so that he could trap you in his web. 

A few more months and maybe he’ll knock you up. He could do it right now, even, if you still weren’t so skittish sometimes. So stupidly bent on getting your degree, when you could let him do all the work. After all, it was only a couple more months until he inherited his father’s company. With the fortune that came with it, all you needed to be was a proper housewife. A mother, and a perfect one you’d be. 

Ari moved to kiss the side of your neck when you attempted to focus again. A hand came to rest on your hip when he sucked on a certain spot, and you squirmed at the contact. 

“Ari… people are watching,” you whisper. Like that’s ever stopped him. If anything, he creates another mark on his blank canvas. 

“Mhm, pay attention to the lecture, baby.” 

He bet you can’t, wiggling in your chair because of how wet you were. You didn’t even understand how your body worked—so naive, you didn’t have the slightest clue. But he knew that you missed sitting on his lap, bouncing on his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a pliant baby. You depended on him for everything: and he would make it stay that way. 

“What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

Your lips turned in a frown at the question. “But you always choose,” you said back, searching his eyes for something wrong. Nothing, except for his cock straining to fuck you and his hooded eyes. 

Satisfaction spread through his chest, along with possessiveness. 

“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, shifting your hair so the rest of the class could see his mark on you. You had no idea how insane you made him, how he turned feral around you. “Because you can’t do anything without me, can you?” 

softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you're convinced you can take him, but you can't

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CONT.

“I want you!” You cry, wiggling on Ari’s lap. God, he’s so infuriating. Every time, your best friend leaves you panting and wanting him, but then he pulls back, smug. Sometimes stiff and restrained, making you wonder if there’s something wrong with you. As you squirm against him, his hands go around your hips, stilling your movements, and your breath can’t help but hitch when he stares down at you, eyes hooded and intense. 

It’s this Ari that you’re unfamiliar with. Daddy, he whispered in your ear when he fingered you once, and you cried the name without a second thought. He likes to be called that—Daddy. And you realized that you liked saying it, too. You feel safe around him—though you shouldn’t. 

When he leans in, you shrink back. Like a prey realizing that they don’t have the upper hand anymore. And when he jerks his thigh so that it hits you right there, you fight back a whimper. 

“You can’t take me, baby,” he says softly, mocking you. He’s disappointed that you can’t handle it, and it just makes you more determined. “You’re so tiny, my cock would split you in half.” 

It can’t be that big. But your mind turns to mush when he grinds you against his thigh again, tugging on your hair to devour your mouth. His tongue runs along your lower lip, and you clutch his shirt, reduced to cries and please.

You just want to feel full. Full of him—and that’s what Ari wanted. Wanted you reduced to a jumbled mess like a dumb baby so that he could fuck you senseless. Until you squirt around him, until you pass out. 

“But… Ari,” you whisper. “I can take it.”

“Mhm. Like you took my finger the other day?” The thought of it drives him insane, so desperate to fuck you. Just this morning, during your sleepover that you thought you had, Ari woke up with his nose against your panties. It only took him mere seconds to rip off the shred of fabric and reduce you in a puddling mess while he ate you out. 

To help ease your ache, he told you, and you believed him. 

He doesn’t even need a proper excuse anymore: you’d let him do anything. 

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softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | ari wants nothing more than to make you completely his.

always wanted to do at least a drabble for kinktober haha. isn't really explicit, but you get to see dom ari peeking through + naive reader interaction in college!

warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dark ari

kofi! drabble requests/asks! main!

CONT.

It’s adorable, how you always try to take charge. Except the moment Ari would say something, murmur at you to sit down, you would, innocent eyes peering up at him, asking to be rewarded. 

And you were so small, like a baby. A dumb baby, one who annoyed him to no end. He wanted to fuck you until you cried, thrust into you until he saw the outline of his cock from your stomach, have you begging for his dick—for him—to breed you, fuck you, touch you, for days. 

He learned over, to the side twirling a piece of your hair. Beside him, you stiffened, eyes moving away from the professor. Once you realized it was him, your shoulders relaxed, and you sent him a wide smile. One that remained oblivious to his dark thoughts completely. It took him months to make you feel comfortable towards him, to get you to open up so that he could trap you in his web. 

A few more months and maybe he’ll knock you up. He could do it right now, even, if you still weren’t so skittish sometimes. So stupidly bent on getting your degree, when you could let him do all the work. After all, it was only a couple more months until he inherited his father’s company. With the fortune that came with it, all you needed to be was a proper housewife. A mother, and a perfect one you’d be. 

Ari moved to kiss the side of your neck when you attempted to focus again. A hand came to rest on your hip when he sucked on a certain spot, and you squirmed at the contact. 

“Ari… people are watching,” you whisper. Like that’s ever stopped him. If anything, he creates another mark on his blank canvas. 

“Mhm, pay attention to the lecture, baby.” 

He bet you can’t, wiggling in your chair because of how wet you were. You didn’t even understand how your body worked—so naive, you didn’t have the slightest clue. But he knew that you missed sitting on his lap, bouncing on his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a pliant baby. You depended on him for everything: and he would make it stay that way. 

“What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

Your lips turned in a frown at the question. “But you always choose,” you said back, searching his eyes for something wrong. Nothing, except for his cock straining to fuck you and his hooded eyes. 

Satisfaction spread through his chest, along with possessiveness. 

“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, shifting your hair so the rest of the class could see his mark on you. You had no idea how insane you made him, how he turned feral around you. “Because you can’t do anything without me, can you?” 

summary | ari goes feral over you softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022

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CONT.

It doesn’t take long for Ari to convince you to sleep with him. You, wanting a baby—plural since he’s not letting you go without breeding the fuck out of you—and him, being the perfect candidate. 

Isn’t that what best friends do? He asked, and you listened. 

Except Ari can’t control himself when he slips into you. The moment he breaks you, you cry out and tug on his hair, writhing around on the bed. The image in front of him is gorgeous, and makes his cock harder inside you. Because fuck, you’re so tight, and your tears gives him the power he craves. The Daddy! slips out of your lips and he growls, leaving bites all over your skin as you stretch around him.

Except, as your hips buck up involuntarily, he sees it: the outline of his cock protruding your stomach. 

And that makes him absolutely feral.

“Daddy!” You squeal when he thrusts against you, skin slapping against skin. He grunts at your pleads, slamming into you until you can’t form a coherent sentence anymore. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He mocks. “You asked, begged, for this for months. I’m just giving you what you want, baby. Like a good Daddy.” 

summary | ari takes care of you when you're sick dom!ari levinson x sick!reader | kinktober 2022

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warnings | kinda fluffy, actually. just ari taking charge + reader falling into subspace??

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CONT.

“Ari—”

“I got it,” the man in front of you grunts, moving towards the kitchen. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. 

Great. Not like you ruined the friendship before it began—what friendship is there between the two of you anyways? I mean, it has been a few years since the two of you first met, and the man in front of you couldn’t stop glaring and turning quiet whenever he was around you. Your friend Natasha introduced the two of you, her saying that this was her best friend. Since then, he was pretty much stuck with you. 

Like now, with you being sick, and him coming over to take care of you since Natasha asked—practically begged—him to.

And you’ve never been more uncomfortable sitting in silence. 

For one, he’s intimidating. Plus, though you’ll never admit it, you seem to melt around him. Since he shoved the cocky football player attempting to get handsy with you in college, you felt… safe. Around him. And shy. And everything else. 

Like you knew that he would take care of you no matter what. The reassurance that you can depend on him. 

“Sorry,” you murmur when he brings you a glass of water. The man stares at you for a second, then shakes his head. 

“Stop apologizing.”

The sorry is stuck in your throat again, so you just nod instead. Ari sighs—you’re sure you’re an annoyance to him. Who would sign up to take care of someone who was younger than you and could barely form coherent sentences? There were thousands of girls wanting his attention. 

Your grip on the cup loosens, when he places it on the table, crouching in front of the sofa. His hands are on either side of your thighs, as he stares up at you. Observing you. Heat crawls up your neck, and you fight the urge to bury your head in the blankets. 

“Do you need anything else?” The words are surprisingly softer than expected. 

“You can go,” you blurt. “I don’t want to hold you up if you have anything.”

He does—since he’s the CEO. It’s ridiculous that he’s putting back meetings for you. 

“I’m staying,” his voice is firm. “Until you get better.”

“I’m feeling okay,” you squeak, and attempt to get up. “I can search the fridge to find something to make for dinner.” 

“Baby.”

You freeze at the nickname that leaves his mouth. Isn’t that… for lovers? 

It must have the effect he intended, though, because Ari gently places you back on the sofa, pulling the blankets around you. But this time, he places himself below you, so that you’re straddling his thighs, and that your chests are touching. In order to steady yourself, your fingers splay across his chest, and he sucks in a tense breath. You shiver—not from the cold. The whole time, he’s staring at you, eyes hooded. 

And you can’t discern whether it’s embarrassment or nerves—maybe both—but you bury your face in the crook of his neck: your safe spot. Whether you’re watching scary movies or forced to go to another party with Natasha, that area has been a haven for you, blocking out your surroundings. 

It’s not until now that you realize how… odd this is. How this is something that friends don’t do. 

Except you don’t know if you care. Because you’re falling into some headspace, where you can let all responsibilities go and have Ari handle it—he always does. In fact, you want Ari to take charge and tell you what to do. 

You feel his hand, big enough to engulf yours, come to rest on your hip. You squirm when his thumb rubs circles on your skin, an arm snaking around your waist to press you closer together. 

“I’ll take care of it. Don’t lift a finger—you understand me?” 

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summary | ari goes feral over you softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022

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CONT.

It doesn’t take long for Ari to convince you to sleep with him. You, wanting a baby—plural since he’s not letting you go without breeding the fuck out of you—and him, being the perfect candidate. 

Isn’t that what best friends do? He asked, and you listened. 

Except Ari can’t control himself when he slips into you. The moment he breaks you, you cry out and tug on his hair, writhing around on the bed. The image in front of him is gorgeous, and makes his cock harder inside you. Because fuck, you’re so tight, and your tears gives him the power he craves. The Daddy! slips out of your lips and he growls, leaving bites all over your skin as you stretch around him.

Except, as your hips buck up involuntarily, he sees it: the outline of his cock protruding your stomach. 

And that makes him absolutely feral.

“Daddy!” You squeal when he thrusts against you, skin slapping against skin. He grunts at your pleads, slamming into you until you can’t form a coherent sentence anymore. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He mocks. “You asked, begged, for this for months. I’m just giving you what you want, baby. Like a good Daddy.” 

softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you're overstimulated

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CONT.

“Daddy! Please!” You grip his bare shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“But you’re doing so well, princess,” the man in front of you says, one hand on your back as he thrusts up into you. You whimper at the sensation of being so full, stretched. Ari’s big—too big, in fact, and you were crying when you slipped his cock into you. 

The stretch is too much, and you fall onto him when he slaps your ass.

“Come on, you can take it, baby.” You can make Daddy proud. Hoping to not disappoint him, you move your hips. But it’s hard, with Ari usually moving for the two of you. You can’t think, your thighs are quaking, and you’re so sensitive, that even the slightest shift causes you to clench around him. 

Except, Ari wants that fourth orgasm. He’s eaten you out and fingered you, and now he wants you to milk his cock. 

He thrusts up again, and you moan, unable to form a coherent sentence. When he slips his thumb in your mouth, you peer up at him and suckle it. 

“Fuck. Baby.” Another grunt. Another thrust. Another slap. “You’re adorable like this, naked and pliant. For me.” 

Ari can imagine the ring on your finger—the ring he’ll give you in a few days. You’re practically his wife already—but at least the ring will give him an excuse to permanently move you in here. An excuse to tie you to the bed and have his way with you for days, fucking you until you’re limping, until every shift causes his come to spill out from your cunt. 

Yes. He can imagine it, alright. 

And he wasn’t one to daydream—no, he’d make his dream become a reality. 

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You gag when you smell the meat, stomach lurching. It’s disgusting, worse than the smell of cow manure, worse than the near two-week long food you left out to rot. God, this was like someone was flipping your stomach upside down, ready to spill its contents.

And though you asked the staff to keep the meat away from you—specifically beef—they ignored you. Of course they did, because you weren’t the ruling king here. Probably thought you were overreacting, and you thought so, too. But you couldn’t help it with your pregnancy and odd cravings. 

Besides, Ari is king here, and if he wanted meat with his business partners who he invited once a week, he would get it. You just made sure to avoid when that happened, but you missed the memo this week apparently.

Especially because the meeting which usually happens on Wednesdays occurred today, too.

“What the fuck is going on?” You hear Ari through the haze. Arms grab you and pull you up towards a firm chest, and though you know he hates the contact, you bury your nose in his pine and earthy smell. God, but it still lingers in the back of your nose, and instinctively, tears fall from your body’s reactions.

You didn’t want to act like a fucking baby, but you’re much more emotional than usual. And Ari hates emotional—you know this. You didn’t deserve to gain pity, not when you’ve done so much to destroy his life. 

“I’m sorry—” You lurch away from him and pinch your nose, trying to breathe through your mouth. In. Out. It’s fine. Stop struggling in front of Ari, show him that you’re okay.

“It’s not the baby—” Unable to take it anymore, you run to the bathroom, hearing cries and questions follow you. Before you know it, you’re ripping the toilet lid open and spilling the few bites of lunch you managed, a raging headache following. Hands clench on the floor, and in a blurry haze, you feel the calm, gentle rubs on your back. Round, circular strokes that cause your shoulders to relax, and he brushes your hair back in a ponytail in his hands. Facing the floor, you focus on erasing the meat from your memory. 

Though Ari’s expression is anything but, eyes hard and eyebrows knit together. “How long has this been going on?” The voice is dangerous, demanding an answer, alerting the hairs on the back of your neck.

In reply, your voice is meek. Ashamed. You make sure to block the disgusting pile of vomit, hoping that he won’t be able to smell the stench. Because whenever you throw up, you know that it’s awful. Heck, the maids here give you dirty glances when they enter the bathroom, complaining that this is above their pay-grade. “A few weeks. But I’ve been cleaning up after myself, I swear!” 

“And the maids?” You peer up at Ari. He’s not just angry, he’s fuming.

“They don’t need to worry about it… it’s above what they should be paid. They shouldn’t be cleaning up after my messes.” 

“What did you just say?” Uh, wrong answer. Nose starting to sting, tears start to gather again. Lately, your ups and downs have been severe, and with your insecurities growing, this incident doesn’t help. 

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I know I’m in the wrong, and I shouldn’t have shown something like this or caused a scene. But I had a rough week, and I would like to roll in bed and—”

“Hey, hey. It’s not your fault.” You can’t help but cry when Ari cups your cheeks. It’s the most gentle, the most loving, he’s been since the start of your marriage. Am I that pitiful? 

“It’s not your fault,” he repeats. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay if you did,” you sniffle. 

“But I don’t.” Another surprise: Ari scoops you up from under and carries you to the bed, gently placing you there. You hear the click of the bathroom door shut, and turn away from him so that you won’t breathe on him. God, it sucked having bad breath. 

Except Ari turns your head back. Places his forehead on yours.

Your breath hitches in surprise. You stare at his long lashes, at the frown marring his features, at his thumb stroking your stomach. 

You never want to break this moment. The most precious one you’ll save.

With a half-smile, you pat his hand and remove it from its place. “I promise it’ll be better soon. You should head down, okay?”

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The next time you come down for dinner, on the day that Ari has another meeting, you’re surprised to see the staff place sushi in front of you. For weeks, you insisted that fish is okay—that in fact, you crave it more than anything else. The sudden shift from neglecting your needs to almost… adhering to it is an odd change.

“Please, try it.” Rather than walking away the moment they slide the plate over, their hands are folded together, backs straight. Like… they’re nervous? 

“I’m sure I’ll like it—”

“You like the sushi?” Ari comes down from the stairs, slinging his suit jacket on. Why is he coming down so late? Usually he’s gone by the time you wake up, but you heard the shower go on as you got out of bed. And now he’s checking in on your food? 

What’s more surprising is that he sits next to you, elbow on the table, a casual posture. But the workers in front of you seem to be vibrating with nerves, especially as he cuts them a hard look. 

“Mr. Levinson!” The chef blurts. “We didn’t know you were joining, er, Miss… we can make you a plate!” 

You smother a giggle at how he’s tripping left and right for words. It is true—Ari is an intimidating man, and you’ve been in that position countless times. With the dominance and charisma that he carries around, it’s impossible to not want to please him. Not that you’ve ever gotten a praise from him, but still. 

Facing you once again, Ari nudges the plate closer to you. “Eat one.” 

The fact that he’s concerned about your eating habits only adds to the complex feelings you have towards him. Right now, you’re practically melting, heart filled with warmth that he cares. And this is why being around Ari is so dangerous: you’d do anything for him, twisting his intentions selfishly so that you think he’s worried about you, and not the baby. 

“Okay,” you whisper, dabbing the California roll—you love the bland flavors—into the soy sauce, and taking a bite. 

It’s good. It’s exactly what you craved for the last few weeks, and you devour one after the other. 

 “You like it?”

“Like it? It’s the best thing I had all week! Not that I craved it, but I craved it.” Another bite. 

For some odd reason, he smiled. It lit up all his features as his eyes crinkled, filled with gentleness, enough to make you pause. Did something good happen to him? Maybe it’s because he’s going to meet Sharon. 

“Good,” he murmurs. “Eat a bit more.” 

It isn’t until later that you realize the chef never came back. 

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

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CONT.

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. 

hoax [ari levinson] [one]

hoax | trapped in an arranged marriage and unrequited love, you'd do anything to stop making ari despise you.

pairing | dark!ari x naive!sunshine!reader

warnings | p in v, lots of angst, self depreciation, reader is a virgin, ari is essentially an asshole, cheating, explicit smut; 18+

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CONT. TWO.

“This is my husband?” Your mouth runs dry at the picture your brother gave you. “But why so suddenly?”

The man in front of you shrugs. “Do you have to be so skeptical about it? It’s probably a love match.”

Though his glass walls show the view of the city, it still manages to feel like the walls are closing in on you. A sense of dread churns your stomach, not one of excitement. Because you’ve seen that mischievous glance, the expression one where he’s satisfied after he ruined someone’s life.

This time, that someone might be you. 

Since Ari and your brother have been acquaintances—and even that term is used loosely, as they only see one another during public events—you gained an interest in the billionaire. The rivalry between them. He shows up on countless tabloids, all debating whether he found his true love or not. 

And then there were the Playboy magazines that you stashed under your bed. Even now, your cheeks flush at the lack of clothing Ari is wearing on the front cover.

No wonder women throw themselves at him. You couldn’t blame them. 

“What did you do?” You whisper. “Don’t tell me you meddled in his life.”

“I didn’t,” he cuts you a sharp glance. “Don’t overthink it. I promise he’s the best husband you’ll find.”

With that, he waves you off. Dismissed.

You should be hurt that he can exploit you so easily, especially when you’re blood related. It’s not tough skin that causes you to walk out the door with the slight dignity you have left, most shattered to remains. It’s the knowledge that you’re numb to the fact that no one will stand up for you.

Not even yourself.

You stare down at the invitation that your brother created, one for personal associates. You’ve heard so much about Ari. How gentle he is when taking you out on a bed, how he loves lavishing his girlfriends with gifts and doesn’t mind PDA, loves it in fact. You can imagine he’d be constantly touchy—he would need you by his side so that he can wrap an arm around your waist. And you’d let him. 

The contrast between his soft, yet firm personality when doing press releases or taking someone out to dinner and when he dominates the bedroom doesn’t go unnoticed, either. You can’t imagine how someone thriving as much as he is wants to settle down. 

Dear God. You slap your hands over your cheeks. The schoolgirl crush on him has to go, but here you are. Unconsciously, your finger is tracing the last name, too. Levinson, the name you’ll adopt. 

Instantly, your mind is taken up by thoughts about him. The soft smile he’d reserve only for you. The way you’d have full access to run your hands through his hair. The way the two of you will glance at one another, and know what each other is thinking.

The full on romance movie, what you’ve stayed up nights dreaming about. Soulmates are real, and if by some way the two of you are linked together now, it must be fate. 

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and your heart flutters. Maybe if you try hard enough, he’ll begin to love you. 

Maybe, just maybe, this can work. 

Think optimistically. And whatever you do, don’t cry.

You write the mantra down in your journal, your vision growing hazy due to your emotions. But you have to get these past few months out of your system, or these memories will drive you to the brink of insanity. 

You have to forget to swallow his contempt once again. Forget before being reaffirmed his hatred for you. 

Once the news was out, the magazines declared it a love match. You convinced yourself that it is—until you saw the glare he gave you, the grunts he responded with, the way he despised every little action you did. You were the enemy, no better than your brother. 

Like you haven’t been exploited enough, he had to throw you into this, too. And he refused to even acknowledge you. The fact that he went with you for wedding planning was so that you wouldn’t choose anything excessive. Short and private is what he wanted—most likely to save himself from further humiliation. 

How does this wedding dress look? 

You had to get the most expensive one? He snorted. You’re just like your brother. Gold diggers, both of you.

You remained silent that drive home, fighting the tears in your eyes, lower lip trembling and nails biting into your thighs. Better for him, since he didn’t want to talk to you in the first place.

What kind of ring should we get? You remembered asking, staring up hopefully at him. If there are workers around, maybe he’ll play the part. 

Fucking choose one instead of prancing around, he snapped. Your persistence never failed in the moment, pointing at each one and wondering what he thought about it. Halfway through, he got a phone call and removed himself, forcing you to wait with the employees, who refused to do anything without Ari’s permission. So you fiddled with your phone, glanced at your dress, and went out searching for him. 

In one of the dim-lit hallways, he paced.

I’m not marrying the bitch because I want to, Sharon. No, love. No—don’t hang up on me. Fuck. I’m coming over tonight, okay? Just hang on.

The desperation lingers in his voice as he runs a hand through his hair. Devastated, that was the expression written all over his face as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. Leaned against the wall, murmuring, fuck. Each word a dagger to your chest, you stumbled back at the impact. Because of course. Of course someone as good-looking as Ari would have someone that he loves. Of course he wouldn’t love you, not only because you were related to your brother, who ruined his life, but because there’s nothing about you that’s redeemable. 

There’s a reason why your parents abandoned you when you were younger. You couldn’t be what they wanted you to be: dominant, smart, a leader. No, as a follower through and through, they left the moment they could. A car accident, with all their inheritance given to your brother. 

It’s like someone is ripping your heart out, and you suck in a wheezing breath. Stare down at your ringless hand. Not that the ring will make a difference: it will only symbolize how you’ve ruined what he had with someone. Something good, judging by the way he looked so heartbroken. 

Your nose began to sting, and you stared at the ceiling so that tears wouldn’t ruin your makeup. Get it together.

Except, you’ve taken all the steps that you could in this relationship, this arrangement, whatever it was. Any further and you’d fall of the cliff, destroying it completely.  

By the time you get to the wedding, how disgusted he looked after kissing you, you felt like hurling yourself. Still do. The pen quivers in your hand, and you place it on the desk. It’s the darkness that hits you. The truth.

You are not enough. 

Yes, he was your first kiss. Yes, you were inexperienced. Yes, you loved him, even then. Even when there was nothing to love. Even when people close to you questioned your relationship, you defended him. Because every time you saw him, your heart hurt so much you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe because of the way he treated you, like he was a perpetrator dunking your head underwater and leaving you there to die or survive. 

You saw how he’d sneak around and go to Sharon’s every night. When you moved in in the beginning, you sat in the hallways because your room was uncomfortable. A ghost room—one made to live and die in—not settle. 

And against the wall, you’d hear his gentle words. You imagined the I love you’s were directed to you. That he would stare down at you and say him, thumb caressing your cheek. 

You stopped heading out into the hallway in the middle of the night. The mattress topper is relocated next to your bed, on the floor, and that’s where you sleep. 

Not that it matters, since the maids never come by and clean your place. At least cleaning takes your mind off of things. 

Cooking, too. Sometimes the workers forget, but that’s okay. You have to learn how to cook sooner or later, you know? Though it’d be nice if there’s someone who helps clean up your knife cuts. Or worries about the blood gushing out of your index finger. Asks about your scars. 

Or when you come back late at night, it’d be nice if someone greeted you. Yells at you in concern where you’ve been. Asked if everyone was nice and polite towards you, if there were any odd guys lingering around. If you’ve nearly been robbed.

You really wish someone had asked that the time you almost did, knocked against a brick wall and coming back in bruises with a slight limp.

No one batted an eye.

In fact, they probably think you cheated on Ari, because their treatment towards you become worse.

What you wanted most, though, is someone to ask you if you’re okay. That, when they see your puffy eyes and flushed face, they’d at least act like they care. 

You’re lonely. So, so lonely. It’s the worst feeling: like you’re the only person left in the world when really, you’re surrounding by people. 

It’d be nice if someone appreciated you like you appreciate them. Even getting a hello on the street is hard nowadays, and those who approach you are just vicious people wanting an insight on what it’s like married to Ari Levinson. 

At least you didn’t have sex with Ari yet. You’re pretty sure that’ll only make you fall into him deeper. Ignite a feeling where you don’t want to be just surface level with him, but bone-deep. Enough so that it’ll be impossible to separate the two of you, one always attached to another. 

But you’ve always been told that you daydream a little too much. That you never choose to live in reality. 

Well, you know now how dangerous it can be. 

“Ari,” you whisper, dead into the night as he pulls you into his bedroom. “What are you doing?”

There’s a candle in his room—no doubt gifted from Sharon. Your heart flutters at the sight of his disheveled hair, the way he hunches and leans over to take you in. He’s big. And tall, towering over you. There’s still a sense of security that you get around him. 

At the very least, you know he won’t let you die. 

He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. “Fuck.”

“What’s the matter?” You say. It’s the first time you’ve spoken in weeks since the wedding. “If you need anything—”

“I need you to shut the fuck up.”

“Ari—”

He steers you to the bed, and you fall back against the plush sheets, leaning on your elbows, disoriented. 

“I don’t understand.”

“Can you let me consummate our marriage without making me want to throw up?”

“But why so suddenly—”

“Because I need a heir, okay? Because your brother’s—no, your—fucking blackmail is still lingering, alright? Isn’t this what you wanted? To make me treat you like a whore?” 

Now it’s your turn to become quiet. Tears gather behind your eyes, and you stare down at the bed. At the warmth of his blankets, with the knowledge that this is Sharon’s territory. She probably slept here one too many times, way before you did.

You didn’t belong here, but you let him do what he needed. For some odd reason, you still trust him, like the naive person you are. Here you are, still clinging onto the shred of hope—no less than the edge of a paper—that he’ll change his mind and choose you. 

There are no kisses. Ari kissing you means that it’s over with Sharon. Kisses mean something, you realize.

The act of undressing yourself is hasty. You’re brimming with nervousness, and confused. Self-conscious, but too scared to cover yourself up. You don’t know what the consequences are if you do. Why are you naked, but he’s fully clothed? Is this normal? You doubt it, but you can’t say anything because you’re not the expert. Peering up at him beneath your eyelashes, you watch as he rubs his thumb against your clit and pushes his middle finger inside of you.

Oh God. You release a gasp at the stretch. At the slight burn. At your arms and thighs quaking as warmth gathers near the bottom of your stomach. Ari’s eyes are dark, hooded. He looks feral, like a wolf about to devour his prey.

“Poor baby,” he mocks. “How are you supposed to take me if I can’t even fit my finger in? Want me to shove you in half, is that it?”

You can’t even answer, reduced to a puddled mess. Writhing on the bed, you latch onto his arm, head thrashing back and forth as he continues his steady rhythm. Small gasps and whimpers leave you. 

“Ari!” You cry when he pinches your clit.

“What? I thought you wanted me to touch it. It’s been neglected, hasn’t it?” His thrusts become harder, deeper, and your body sings in response to the music that he plays. Your head becomes dizzy, and you moan, eyes falling shut. 

“Don’t be lazy—look at me.” Another finger plunges inside of you, and you buck your hips, a cry leaving you. Too focused on him, you don’t hear him unzip his pants and take his cock out until he aligns it against your pussy. 

And dear God, it’s huge. Veiny. You stare at it in wonder—how will it even fit? He fists his cock and slaps your ass. “Lay back down.” 

It won’t fit. It can’t. A sense of panic flows through you when he pushes the tip in. The moan you release is nearly unconscious, nails digging into the bedsheets. 

“You can’t even take it, huh? I’m not even halfway in—what a disappointment.”

No, don’t want to disappoint Ari. “I can take it,” you murmur, determination settling in. “I can.”

Truth is, you can’t. He’s thick. Overwhelming. Even with a few inches in, you feel the burn due to the stretch. 

“You’re tight,” he mutters. “Take in a deep breath, okay?”

Is he… caring? You do as you’re told, sucking in a lungful of air, just in time as he thrusts all the way in. 

“Ah!” Instantly, the pain encapsulates you, like someone ripped you apart. Blindly, you clutch at his biceps, oblivious to Ari’s harsh breathing as he attempts to restrain himself from pounding into you. Fuck—he didn’t think it’d feel this good, but you’re milking him and clenching his dick without even knowing. And you’re tight, so tight.

Tight that he can’t control himself anymore. His mouth latches onto your skin—your neck, where he leaves a hickey, down to your nipples, where he swirls it with his tongue and sucks. Desperate to meet him, you buck against him, sliding him in deeper. 

The groan you both release is simultaneous. 

You’re both lost in your own haze: you trying to adjust to his thickness, him trying to get you to relax. In a few minutes, he has you under his spell once again, and you start grinding against him. Ari’s hand grips your hips, and he thrusts in harsher this time, pain mixing with pleasure. 

“Fuck.” His fingers trace your stomach where the outline of his cock is, like he’s entranced. And that’s when he goes feral, pounding into you so hard that you both hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. You blindly reach for him, for something to latch onto, and he pins your arms above your head, panting. 

You can feel your climax: the moment your gut clenches, the moment where the euphoric feeling rushes through you, the moment you feel lightheaded. 

“Ari!” You cry as you cum, clenching around him. 

Saying his name was a mistake. 

In a moment, he rips himself off of you, the gentle man you thought you saw gone. You must’ve been hallucinating, but the evidence is all there: the blood on his cock, the heavy panting, and the regret lingering in his eyes. The two of you stare at one another in silence as his gaze hardens at the evidence leaving you. 

He wants to kill you, you can see it. You immediately throw the blankets over you, attempting to cover yourself. For some reason, the magical moment gone, shame spreads throughout your veins. Shame. Hurt. Guilt. 

You just made Ari cheat on his girlfriend. His lover. He didn’t come—maybe that’s the one thing making him feel less guilty. And you.

“I’m so sorry,” your voice trembles, and you reach out towards him. The murderous expression intensifies, and you stop. 

The door slams in his wake, leaving you as the villain.

Days later, the bed is replaced.

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

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CONT.

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. 

we love a good dark slowburn lmaoooo

softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | ari wants nothing more than to make you completely his.

always wanted to do at least a drabble for kinktober haha. isn't really explicit, but you get to see dom ari peeking through + naive reader interaction in college!

warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dark ari

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CONT.

It’s adorable, how you always try to take charge. Except the moment Ari would say something, murmur at you to sit down, you would, innocent eyes peering up at him, asking to be rewarded. 

And you were so small, like a baby. A dumb baby, one who annoyed him to no end. He wanted to fuck you until you cried, thrust into you until he saw the outline of his cock from your stomach, have you begging for his dick—for him—to breed you, fuck you, touch you, for days. 

He learned over, to the side twirling a piece of your hair. Beside him, you stiffened, eyes moving away from the professor. Once you realized it was him, your shoulders relaxed, and you sent him a wide smile. One that remained oblivious to his dark thoughts completely. It took him months to make you feel comfortable towards him, to get you to open up so that he could trap you in his web. 

A few more months and maybe he’ll knock you up. He could do it right now, even, if you still weren’t so skittish sometimes. So stupidly bent on getting your degree, when you could let him do all the work. After all, it was only a couple more months until he inherited his father’s company. With the fortune that came with it, all you needed to be was a proper housewife. A mother, and a perfect one you’d be. 

Ari moved to kiss the side of your neck when you attempted to focus again. A hand came to rest on your hip when he sucked on a certain spot, and you squirmed at the contact. 

“Ari… people are watching,” you whisper. Like that’s ever stopped him. If anything, he creates another mark on his blank canvas. 

“Mhm, pay attention to the lecture, baby.” 

He bet you can’t, wiggling in your chair because of how wet you were. You didn’t even understand how your body worked—so naive, you didn’t have the slightest clue. But he knew that you missed sitting on his lap, bouncing on his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a pliant baby. You depended on him for everything: and he would make it stay that way. 

“What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

Your lips turned in a frown at the question. “But you always choose,” you said back, searching his eyes for something wrong. Nothing, except for his cock straining to fuck you and his hooded eyes. 

Satisfaction spread through his chest, along with possessiveness. 

“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, shifting your hair so the rest of the class could see his mark on you. You had no idea how insane you made him, how he turned feral around you. “Because you can’t do anything without me, can you?” 

hoax [ari levinson] [one]

hoax | trapped in an arranged marriage and unrequited love, you'd do anything to stop making ari despise you.

pairing | dark!ari x naive!sunshine!reader

warnings | p in v, lots of angst, self depreciation, reader is a virgin, ari is essentially an asshole, cheating, explicit smut; 18+

notes | inspired by @evansbby and her dear diary au + her feed !!! she's literally the sweetest and a master at writing <333 super super nervous for this first place but hopefully you enjoy. thanks for reading anyways!

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CONT.

“This is my husband?” Your mouth runs dry at the picture your brother gave you. “But why so suddenly?”

The man in front of you shrugs. “Do you have to be so skeptical about it? It’s probably a love match.”

Though his glass walls show the view of the city, it still manages to feel like the walls are closing in on you. A sense of dread churns your stomach, not one of excitement. Because you’ve seen that mischievous glance, the expression one where he’s satisfied after he ruined someone’s life.

This time, that someone might be you. 

Since Ari and your brother have been acquaintances—and even that term is used loosely, as they only see one another during public events—you gained an interest in the billionaire. The rivalry between them. He shows up on countless tabloids, all debating whether he found his true love or not. 

And then there were the Playboy magazines that you stashed under your bed. Even now, your cheeks flush at the lack of clothing Ari is wearing on the front cover.

No wonder women throw themselves at him. You couldn’t blame them. 

“What did you do?” You whisper. “Don’t tell me you meddled in his life.”

“I didn’t,” he cuts you a sharp glance. “Don’t overthink it. I promise he’s the best husband you’ll find.”

With that, he waves you off. Dismissed.

You should be hurt that he can exploit you so easily, especially when you’re blood related. It’s not tough skin that causes you to walk out the door with the slight dignity you have left, most shattered to remains. It’s the knowledge that you’re numb to the fact that no one will stand up for you.

Not even yourself.

You stare down at the invitation that your brother created, one for personal associates. You’ve heard so much about Ari. How gentle he is when taking you out on a bed, how he loves lavishing his girlfriends with gifts and doesn’t mind PDA, loves it in fact. You can imagine he’d be constantly touchy—he would need you by his side so that he can wrap an arm around your waist. And you’d let him. 

The contrast between his soft, yet firm personality when doing press releases or taking someone out to dinner and when he dominates the bedroom doesn’t go unnoticed, either. You can’t imagine how someone thriving as much as he is wants to settle down. 

Dear God. You slap your hands over your cheeks. The schoolgirl crush on him has to go, but here you are. Unconsciously, your finger is tracing the last name, too. Levinson, the name you’ll adopt. 

Instantly, your mind is taken up by thoughts about him. The soft smile he’d reserve only for you. The way you’d have full access to run your hands through his hair. The way the two of you will glance at one another, and know what each other is thinking.

The full on romance movie, what you’ve stayed up nights dreaming about. Soulmates are real, and if by some way the two of you are linked together now, it must be fate. 

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and your heart flutters. Maybe if you try hard enough, he’ll begin to love you. 

Maybe, just maybe, this can work. 

Think optimistically. And whatever you do, don’t cry.

You write the mantra down in your journal, your vision growing hazy due to your emotions. But you have to get these past few months out of your system, or these memories will drive you to the brink of insanity. 

You have to forget to swallow his contempt once again. Forget before being reaffirmed his hatred for you. 

Once the news was out, the magazines declared it a love match. You convinced yourself that it is—until you saw the glare he gave you, the grunts he responded with, the way he despised every little action you did. You were the enemy, no better than your brother. 

Like you haven’t been exploited enough, he had to throw you into this, too. And he refused to even acknowledge you. The fact that he went with you for wedding planning was so that you wouldn’t choose anything excessive. Short and private is what he wanted—most likely to save himself from further humiliation. 

How does this wedding dress look? 

You had to get the most expensive one? He snorted. You’re just like your brother. Gold diggers, both of you.

You remained silent that drive home, fighting the tears in your eyes, lower lip trembling and nails biting into your thighs. Better for him, since he didn’t want to talk to you in the first place.

What kind of ring should we get? You remembered asking, staring up hopefully at him. If there are workers around, maybe he’ll play the part. 

Fucking choose one instead of prancing around, he snapped. Your persistence never failed in the moment, pointing at each one and wondering what he thought about it. Halfway through, he got a phone call and removed himself, forcing you to wait with the employees, who refused to do anything without Ari’s permission. So you fiddled with your phone, glanced at your dress, and went out searching for him. 

In one of the dim-lit hallways, he paced.

I’m not marrying the bitch because I want to, Sharon. No, love. No—don’t hang up on me. Fuck. I’m coming over tonight, okay? Just hang on.

The desperation lingers in his voice as he runs a hand through his hair. Devastated, that was the expression written all over his face as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. Leaned against the wall, murmuring, fuck. Each word a dagger to your chest, you stumbled back at the impact. Because of course. Of course someone as good-looking as Ari would have someone that he loves. Of course he wouldn’t love you, not only because you were related to your brother, who ruined his life, but because there’s nothing about you that’s redeemable. 

There’s a reason why your parents abandoned you when you were younger. You couldn’t be what they wanted you to be: dominant, smart, a leader. No, as a follower through and through, they left the moment they could. A car accident, with all their inheritance given to your brother. 

It’s like someone is ripping your heart out, and you suck in a wheezing breath. Stare down at your ringless hand. Not that the ring will make a difference: it will only symbolize how you’ve ruined what he had with someone. Something good, judging by the way he looked so heartbroken. 

Your nose began to sting, and you stared at the ceiling so that tears wouldn’t ruin your makeup. Get it together.

Except, you’ve taken all the steps that you could in this relationship, this arrangement, whatever it was. Any further and you’d fall of the cliff, destroying it completely.  

By the time you get to the wedding, how disgusted he looked after kissing you, you felt like hurling yourself. Still do. The pen quivers in your hand, and you place it on the desk. It’s the darkness that hits you. The truth.

You are not enough. 

Yes, he was your first kiss. Yes, you were inexperienced. Yes, you loved him, even then. Even when there was nothing to love. Even when people close to you questioned your relationship, you defended him. Because every time you saw him, your heart hurt so much you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe because of the way he treated you, like he was a perpetrator dunking your head underwater and leaving you there to die or survive. 

You saw how he’d sneak around and go to Sharon’s every night. When you moved in in the beginning, you sat in the hallways because your room was uncomfortable. A ghost room—one made to live and die in—not settle. 

And against the wall, you’d hear his gentle words. You imagined the I love you’s were directed to you. That he would stare down at you and say him, thumb caressing your cheek. 

You stopped heading out into the hallway in the middle of the night. The mattress topper is relocated next to your bed, on the floor, and that’s where you sleep. 

Not that it matters, since the maids never come by and clean your place. At least cleaning takes your mind off of things. 

Cooking, too. Sometimes the workers forget, but that’s okay. You have to learn how to cook sooner or later, you know? Though it’d be nice if there’s someone who helps clean up your knife cuts. Or worries about the blood gushing out of your index finger. Asks about your scars. 

Or when you come back late at night, it’d be nice if someone greeted you. Yells at you in concern where you’ve been. Asked if everyone was nice and polite towards you, if there were any odd guys lingering around. If you’ve nearly been robbed.

You really wish someone had asked that the time you almost did, knocked against a brick wall and coming back in bruises with a slight limp.

No one batted an eye.

In fact, they probably think you cheated on Ari, because their treatment towards you become worse.

What you wanted most, though, is someone to ask you if you’re okay. That, when they see your puffy eyes and flushed face, they’d at least act like they care. 

You’re lonely. So, so lonely. It’s the worst feeling: like you’re the only person left in the world when really, you’re surrounding by people. 

It’d be nice if someone appreciated you like you appreciate them. Even getting a hello on the street is hard nowadays, and those who approach you are just vicious people wanting an insight on what it’s like married to Ari Levinson. 

At least you didn’t have sex with Ari yet. You’re pretty sure that’ll only make you fall into him deeper. Ignite a feeling where you don’t want to be just surface level with him, but bone-deep. Enough so that it’ll be impossible to separate the two of you, one always attached to another. 

But you’ve always been told that you daydream a little too much. That you never choose to live in reality. 

Well, you know now how dangerous it can be. 

“Ari,” you whisper, dead into the night as he pulls you into his bedroom. “What are you doing?”

There’s a candle in his room—no doubt gifted from Sharon. Your heart flutters at the sight of his disheveled hair, the way he hunches and leans over to take you in. He’s big. And tall, towering over you. There’s still a sense of security that you get around him. 

At the very least, you know he won’t let you die. 

He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. “Fuck.”

“What’s the matter?” You say. It’s the first time you’ve spoken in weeks since the wedding. “If you need anything—”

“I need you to shut the fuck up.”

“Ari—”

He steers you to the bed, and you fall back against the plush sheets, leaning on your elbows, disoriented. 

“I don’t understand.”

“Can you let me consummate our marriage without making me want to throw up?”

“But why so suddenly—”

“Because I need a heir, okay? Because your brother’s—no, your—fucking blackmail is still lingering, alright? Isn’t this what you wanted? To make me treat you like a whore?” 

Now it’s your turn to become quiet. Tears gather behind your eyes, and you stare down at the bed. At the warmth of his blankets, with the knowledge that this is Sharon’s territory. She probably slept here one too many times, way before you did.

You didn’t belong here, but you let him do what he needed. For some odd reason, you still trust him, like the naive person you are. Here you are, still clinging onto the shred of hope—no less than the edge of a paper—that he’ll change his mind and choose you. 

There are no kisses. Ari kissing you means that it’s over with Sharon. Kisses mean something, you realize.

The act of undressing yourself is hasty. You’re brimming with nervousness, and confused. Self-conscious, but too scared to cover yourself up. You don’t know what the consequences are if you do. Why are you naked, but he’s fully clothed? Is this normal? You doubt it, but you can’t say anything because you’re not the expert. Peering up at him beneath your eyelashes, you watch as he rubs his thumb against your clit and pushes his middle finger inside of you.

Oh God. You release a gasp at the stretch. At the slight burn. At your arms and thighs quaking as warmth gathers near the bottom of your stomach. Ari’s eyes are dark, hooded. He looks feral, like a wolf about to devour his prey.

“Poor baby,” he mocks. “How are you supposed to take me if I can’t even fit my finger in? Want me to shove you in half, is that it?”

You can’t even answer, reduced to a puddled mess. Writhing on the bed, you latch onto his arm, head thrashing back and forth as he continues his steady rhythm. Small gasps and whimpers leave you. 

“Ari!” You cry when he pinches your clit.

“What? I thought you wanted me to touch it. It’s been neglected, hasn’t it?” His thrusts become harder, deeper, and your body sings in response to the music that he plays. Your head becomes dizzy, and you moan, eyes falling shut. 

“Don’t be lazy—look at me.” Another finger plunges inside of you, and you buck your hips, a cry leaving you. Too focused on him, you don’t hear him unzip his pants and take his cock out until he aligns it against your pussy. 

And dear God, it’s huge. Veiny. You stare at it in wonder—how will it even fit? He fists his cock and slaps your ass. “Lay back down.” 

It won’t fit. It can’t. A sense of panic flows through you when he pushes the tip in. The moan you release is nearly unconscious, nails digging into the bedsheets. 

“You can’t even take it, huh? I’m not even halfway in—what a disappointment.”

No, don’t want to disappoint Ari. “I can take it,” you murmur, determination settling in. “I can.”

Truth is, you can’t. He’s thick. Overwhelming. Even with a few inches in, you feel the burn due to the stretch. 

“You’re tight,” he mutters. “Take in a deep breath, okay?”

Is he… caring? You do as you’re told, sucking in a lungful of air, just in time as he thrusts all the way in. 

“Ah!” Instantly, the pain encapsulates you, like someone ripped you apart. Blindly, you clutch at his biceps, oblivious to Ari’s harsh breathing as he attempts to restrain himself from pounding into you. Fuck—he didn’t think it’d feel this good, but you’re milking him and clenching his dick without even knowing. And you’re tight, so tight.

Tight that he can’t control himself anymore. His mouth latches onto your skin—your neck, where he leaves a hickey, down to your nipples, where he swirls it with his tongue and sucks. Desperate to meet him, you buck against him, sliding him in deeper. 

The groan you both release is simultaneous. 

You’re both lost in your own haze: you trying to adjust to his thickness, him trying to get you to relax. In a few minutes, he has you under his spell once again, and you start grinding against him. Ari’s hand grips your hips, and he thrusts in harsher this time, pain mixing with pleasure. 

“Fuck.” His fingers trace your stomach where the outline of his cock is, like he’s entranced. And that’s when he goes feral, pounding into you so hard that you both hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. You blindly reach for him, for something to latch onto, and he pins your arms above your head, panting. 

You can feel your climax: the moment your gut clenches, the moment where the euphoric feeling rushes through you, the moment you feel lightheaded. 

“Ari!” You cry as you cum, clenching around him. 

Saying his name was a mistake. 

In a moment, he rips himself off of you, the gentle man you thought you saw gone. You must’ve been hallucinating, but the evidence is all there: the blood on his cock, the heavy panting, and the regret lingering in his eyes. The two of you stare at one another in silence as his gaze hardens at the evidence leaving you. 

He wants to kill you, you can see it. You immediately throw the blankets over you, attempting to cover yourself. For some reason, the magical moment gone, shame spreads throughout your veins. Shame. Hurt. Guilt. 

You just made Ari cheat on his girlfriend. His lover. He didn’t come—maybe that’s the one thing making him feel less guilty. And you.

“I’m so sorry,” your voice trembles, and you reach out towards him. The murderous expression intensifies, and you stop. 

The door slams in his wake, leaving you as the villain.

Days later, the bed is replaced.

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

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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.”

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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.”

hoax [ari levinson] [two]

hoax | trapped in an arranged marriage and unrequited love, you'd do anything to stop making ari despise you.

pairing | dark!ari x naive!sunshine!reader

warnings | p in v, lots of angst, self depreciation, pregnancy, ari is essentially an asshole, cheating, car accident, explicit smut; 18+

notes | inspired by @evansbby and her dear diary au + her feed !!! sorry for taking so long- this is about 6k right now, and there will definitely be more angst coming... hehe

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CONT. THREE.

He doesn’t love you, and you know it.

You feel the resentment rolling off of him in waves whenever you walk by, cautious to not let anyone else see it. Everyone around him—his whole empire—does, though. Maybe they don’t know that he fucks you hard and fast like a feral animal, apathetic since the first night when you gave your virginity to him. 

You can still recall it, clear as day.

Maybe they don’t know that the housemaids in the house treat you like shit, cleaning Ari’s room but leaving yours in a worse state than when you exited. 

Maybe they don’t—and you hope that they never will—know that you love Ari.

He hates you. It’s simple. You’re the girl that ruined his happily ever after with the one he truly loves, the villain in the story. It makes sense that Ari didn’t want to see you at all.

But still, you want to try and make amends. Try and let him see that even though you’re married, you can be compatible. I mean, it’s not like you’ve been desperately searching on the internet possible MBTIs that he might match with, and then seeing if they work with yours.  

And it’s not like you cry every night hoping that he ends up with you, like all stories do. Too bad that you still can’t realize that you’re not the main character in the story. Sharon is, and you’re all living in her world, you being the background character so desperate to speak up. 

“So, is there some business meeting I wasn’t invited to?” You joke. “Because you seem to be missing dinner a whole lot.” 

On good days, you get a grunt in response. Other days, like today, he brushes past you. Your cheeks heat, and you sneak a glance at the employees cleaning the hallways, smirking at you and shaking their heads. 

“Okay, listen,” you say as your, well, husband, enters the room. It’s not even yours, it’s his. There are separate beds and rooms because he can’t stand being beside you, and that’s the worst blow anyone can receive. The wall itself is an insult, an obvious barrier to your relationship.

He’s only using you for sex, and you should stop expecting more. 

If kicking you out after and having you hobble down the hallway isn’t enough of an indicator, you don’t know what is. 

“Do you,” the words are hard to digest, but you say them anyways, “do you think I can have more respect in this house? I know you don’t like me, but I’m living in this house too.” You trail off, back leaning against the door like you forgot to stand up straight. 

His actions are worse than a gunshot wound. That’s the thing about Ari: he’s indifferent. Without even sparing you a glance, he pulls over a hoodie. A casual outfit. Which can only mean one thing.

He’s going to Sharon’s. Her perfume scent is already on the hoodie, like she’s worn it one too many times after sex. And the fact that he put it on when you were trying to have a serious conversation with him?

It hurt. Really hurt, like the immediate tears in your eyes kind. 

“Maybe there’s a reason why you don’t receive respect,” the man says quietly, like it’s a given fact. And every thought about setting things right crumbles. 

Right. Of course. You’re still the young girl living in a day dream, hoping for a Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet. And you thought that it’d be Ari. Ari noticing your needs and taking care of you. Ari realizing you accidentally skipped a meal writing and bringing it to you, giving you small pecks in between bites. Ari who would cuddle you, murmuring soft I love you’s before sleeping. 

But it’s not like that. It’s you asking the staff whether he ate or not, when he’ll be home. It’s you noticing that his favorite snacks are almost gone, heading to the grocery story and  making sure it’s filled the next time he heads down for a midnight meal. It’s you who drapes a blanket over him when he naps on the couch, tired from working excessive hours a day, whispering an I love you that will never get a response. 

The worst kind: unrequited love. Like your colleagues, even you don’t understand why you’re so committed to him sometimes. But the thought of being with someone other than him hurts more than dealing with this. And so you’re stuck, in an endless cycle of being his punching back. 

Of an endless, toxic cycle of trying to shape yourself like Sharon. 

You slump to the floor, hands over your face, steadying your breaths. One. Two.

You heave.

And then you release a heavy, shaking sob into the void. 

“What— you’re really going to drink that much?” Your friend’s mouth opens in shock. “You never drink that much.”

Another beer. There’s barely a burn anymore, the scalding feeling disappearing. When you don’t reply, she continues, “And if you’re going to die tonight, at least ask the bartender for a shot instead of beer. One hits you harder while the other makes you wallow in depression more.”

You snort and stare down at your wrist, tempted to place two fingers to your neck. Because for the past few hours, your body’s been drastically getting more numb, enough to make you wonder if you have a pulse or not. The dingy bar she brought you to is quiet, only a few customers in sight. Though humid and floor coated with spilled alcohol, it’s oddly less like a bar, with its chaotic fairy lights and paintings of nude women slapped on the walls. 

“Is this because Sharon was spot hanging out with your husband’s sister?”

Bingo. You visibly flinch at that. 

“You know it’s not a big deal, right? They’ve been friends since like college or something.”

Sharon Sharon Sharon Sharon. She’s all you can think about. What keeps you up at night, what haunts you during the day, and a reminder that you’re better off gone in this world. 

She’s also the reason you’ve been keeping your mouth shut when talking to Natasha—Nat. No one knows about her and Ari. No one knows that you spent his card yesterday buying things left and right—Prada bags, expensive cars, even going as far as buying a whole store out. Not only was there no comment, but the guilt like you committed a grave sin grew. 

You buried the body by donating your items to charity. At least someone will benefit from this arrangement. 

“Hey,” Nat lays a hand over your trembling one. All you want to do is sob and curl into a fetal position, but you plaster on a smile, dark eyes and all. 

Let the tabloids have a field day with this. 

You want to say that you’re reduced to nothing inside, but you still feel the knife, shoving and twisting inside of you whenever your husband makes a comment. These days, you obsessively scroll on the Internet ticking off mental disorder symptoms. Making sure that you don’t check off all the boxes, so there’s not another flaw you have to worry about. 

But that’s the thing: if you’re so far in, you’re unaware. 

“You having issues?”

“No,” you croak. Repeat it again, stronger. “No issues at all.” 

“Then why did you ask me to meet you?”

“Isn’t it enough to miss you?” Isn’t it enough to know that someone will come when I ask? 

She raises an eyebrow. “Okay.” 

Another gulp of the beer. You remember when you met Ari’s sister, how her eyes burned into you with disapproval. The passive aggressive remarks turned into full-on rude ones that Ari let happen over the dinner table. It started with your physical attributes—don’t you think you need to go on a diet?—to your carelessness—Ari’s wife should never spill anything, it’s unbecoming of you—to just… you. 

“I don’t know why Ari married you,” she told you when you came out of the bathroom, “and I don’t know what you want from him. But just know that Ari will cut you off one day if you want money. If you want a heir, I doubt he’ll support the baby and you.”

You had stared at her in shock—how can someone say something so vicious and cruel with a straight face? It had never been clearer that the two were related. 

“I’ll write you a check. 10 million. Leave anytime within the year. Let me know when you cave.”

A month ago, you might have gained the courage to spit in her face. Now, you crumble under the jabs she throws at you. 

“Do you know any jobs?” You blurt. “I need a job.” 

Her eyes widen. “You’re asking me for a job? Did you forget that I live in a crammed studio apartment with cockroaches for neighbors?” 

Well, you’d rather live with cockroaches than snakes. 

“I’ll take any job,” you murmur. “No matter how sketchy.”

“You can’t ask your brother for one?”

A shake of your head. Getting your brother involved would only make things more complicated. He might rope Ari into it, and that would make life harder. 

“Your husband? I doubt he would approve if it’s dangerous for you.”

Unable to stop it, a bitter laugh escapes you. Natasha catches on. It’s part of the reason how the two of you became such close friends. Though you’re expressive and try to be optimistic, at your lows, you shut down, not wishing to inconvenience anyone. She’s good at reading the mood, and even better at figuring out your thoughts. 

And she’s a fixer.

You need one of those in your life right now.

She rubs her lips together. “I don’t know. I don’t want you to get hurt—you can’t even fight! What are you going to do if someone decides to rob the store and you’re faced with a gun?”

Someone did almost rob you weeks ago. Not with a gun, but you can’t imagine how dying a swift death doesn’t sound appealing. 

“Alright,” she sighs. “Damn, I knew you were secretly stubborn.”

For what feels like in forever, you smile. 

Good thing you got the job, you think nearly weeks later. You thought about this happening to you sooner or later, but didn’t think it’d be this far out. 

“What are you doing in my room?” The man snaps. Ari. You straighten your spine out of fear, fingers trembling as you take a step back. The drawer is still open, the black card inside of it.

“The workers said that they accidentally put my card in your room, and that you told them to tell me to retrieve it—”

“I have better things to do than mess with a useless bitch.” 

He might as well slapped you with the way you reel back. “Excuse me?”

“What, you’re going to act like you don’t understand what I was saying now?” Under his breath, he mutters, “Sharon was right.” 

“I don’t—”

“You’re going to hoard everything now? You don’t need another card. Everything is provided for you. The workers get you groceries, and someone supplies you with clothes of your size every two weeks. They make sure that they have all the basics, from your shampoo to the eyeliner you’re always bitching about. We have a driver to drive you around, and it’s your fault if you don’t use it. And if you’re still not satisfied…” He shrugs. “You can always beg your brother. I’m sure he’s more angelic than I am.” 

I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this is happening. You don’t even know whether to laugh or to cry. It’s like you’re frozen in time, needing to process the words and see if this truly happened to you. You’re awful with confrontations—what should you even say? What will make him speechless? What will make him hurt as much as you do?

Every day, he tears another vein out of you. It’s like blood is constantly gushing out of your wound, and he turns a blind eye to it. 

If he knew anything, he would’ve seen that you left not to go party, but to go wash dishes and avoid jeering men wanting a feel of you. If he knew anything, he would’ve noticed you trembling when coming home, from both the cold and the fear that someone will stab you alive. That it won’t be an amateur robber approaching you next time, but someone who carries a weapon with them. If he even showed the slightest interest, he would know that you haven’t called your brother since the wedding. 

You never knew you could feel this little. That the variety in your emotions can minimize to one: heartbreak. 

Is this the way you’re going to love him? Letting him step over you? Reading about his charm and endurance on tabloids, but never be able to see it in real life? 

It’s tiring. Most of the people at work don’t know that you’re Ari’s wife. You’ve never gone out to events together, but instead of saying you’re locked in, it’s mentioned that you don’t like to go out often, that Ari likes to shield you from the world of vultures. Of prey. 

 Not like you’re already eaten alive. 

“Did you two have a lovers’ quarrel?” The photographer jokes, jutting his hip to the side. “Show me the chemistry the newspapers have been gushing about!”

If only he knew. This isn’t a simple quarrel, but a war. An endless one with no stalemate. The whole crew quiets at his words. Other than the light shining on the two of you, the rest of the large room is dark, like an endless void of negativity. Ari glares at the man who lowers his camera, inspecting the distance between the two of you. 

“Come closer,” the man demands, ignoring the stiffness in Ari’s shoulders. “There’s too much distance. Put your hands on his shoulders, and you, sir, can put your arms around her waist.”

You flush at his simple commands, eyeing your husband’s scowl. But this was to show the media that the two of you were still getting along, since they now caught onto your lack of presence. Heck, Sharon appeared in tabloids more than you did, titles of FRIENDSHIP OVER MARRIAGE? circulating. 

They were picture perfect—more so than you and Ari. With the way you two can’t even hold hands, it’s clear the you’re sleeping in different rooms. That you’re the problem, because Ari can smile for everyone but you. 

It’s like everyone is holding in their breath when you lay a hand on Ari’s pecs. Your breath hitches at the contact—the type that’s only rarely initiated when he fucks you. Leaving you a mess and having you clean up for yourself. Ari’s finger hooks a finger around the belt loop of your jeans, and either neither of you are breathing, or it’s just way too silent in here. God, your thoughts don’t make sense, either. 

Underneath the palm of your hand, you imagine that his heart beats faster at the contact. 

It doesn’t, but you’re entranced by its steady thuds, the stability and reassurance you crave right in front of you. 

This is too close, too. Closer than you’ve ever been. Close enough that you can look up and peer at his beard. Close enough that you can press your face into his chest, initiate a hug. 

Close enough that you can act like you’re a couple. 

You curl your fingers inward and breathe in his scent. Without even knowing, your forehead brushes his shirt, and the photographer yells with glee, “Yes! That’s it! There we go!” 

The finger around your belt loop tightens like a warning. Step back. But there are no words, no sounds except the shuttering of the camera. And with that, you gain the courage to gaze into his eyes boring into you. 

You imagine that this is a different universe: that you two are lovers, that his eyes crinkle with warmth and desperation to kiss you, that he wraps a hand around your neck and brings your mouth to his. 

It’s his pride that causes him to keep staring at you, but you don’t care what the reason is. As long as one hand is restrained from touching his beard, you’re fine. 

Your lips part—what should you say? Crack a joke? Be honest? 

All words are stuck in your throat.

The two of you remain in the same position for the rest of the photoshoot.

Just two people in the world interacting. 

Sometimes, they’re just not meant to be together. No matter how much you push and shove and hope for it to be. 

It’s embarrassing, how you let Ari do anything to you. The control he has over you is scary, too, but you let him. It’s the third time since he took you to bed, and you find yourself silently pleading with him through your eyes. 

Please love me. Please say something. Please please please please. 

The second time, he slapped a hand over your mouth and used you, grunting and groaning when he came inside you. He isn’t gentle this time, either, gagging you and fucking you like an animal. He doesn’t go slow and steady, instead fucking hard enough that the sound of your skin slapping against one another echoes through the room. You feel his thrusts inside you, see the outline of his cock protruding your stomach. 

You squirm 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 the blankets. You can’t touch him. He doesn’t allow any other contact except him entering inside of you. 

His hand circles your clit, and you buck underneath him as he plays you like an instrument. It’s all a silent performance, nothing more, nothing less. 

And when you come, falling into oblivion, you only wish you had more of him. 

Liquid lurches out of you as you bend over the toilet, hand grasping the test for dear life. You’re choking and sobbing and the shaking is turning onto full of body quakes. Hot and then cold, you wipe the sweat dotting along your forehead. Your head is pounding and if you remain here for a few more minutes, you’re going to faint on the toilet ground.

Arms trembling, you lower your cheek on the cool tile, closing your eyes. 

Of course. You should’ve realized that something was wrong the moment you stepped into work tonight. Could’ve had the realization earlier if you noticed something off about throwing up in the morning. 

Dear God, you had to be the most naive person on earth. Until when are you going to keep doing this to yourself? How long do you have to suffer to even out your sins, and start living a normal life? 

I’m pregnant. The two words are incite to your mind both life and death. Hope and despair. You stare down at the test, clenching your teeth together. The first thought that comes to your mind is unbearable, and you hate that you’re thinking it: what if this baby splits you apart even further?

The next is just as sickening: should I get an abortion without telling Ari?

But then you remember how you used to work as a kindergarten teacher. See the little kids run around talk excessively, making adorable expressions. How they eyes shined bright with excitement when you told them something that you, as an adult, was used to. They thought everything was fascinating, and helped you see the world in a different light. And then you compare it with your childhood, with your deadbeat father who made you quiver in fear. How you spent every second holding your breath, checking the hallways before stepping out of your room, on constant alert that you just drained. 

If you’re going to have this baby… you want to be sure. You want them to grow up knowing that there will be no one else like them. To show them the true meaning of unconditional love—that you’d go through hell and back for them.

You place a hand on your stomach, hands trembling. Throughout your life, you’ve been told that your heart is a little too big, with endless space. A fatal flaw, in your opinion, since you end up loving what you can’t have. 

But this is yours. Part of your DNA. Someone who will have their own mind one day and someone who will love you, for a short while at least. The desperation for decent human interaction is sated by your work, the customers acting like normal human beings. Like your college friends, before you entered this snobbish world that is too political, too dehumanizing. 

It’s okay, you reassure. I can do it. I can bounce back. I can be positive.

I can do it.

“Why are you—” Ari slams the door behind you the instant you come in. When you first opened it, you saw him pacing, yanking open drawers and cabinets. “Did you take it? Where is it?” His eyes are frenzied, and he grabs at your arms. “Do you have to take everything from me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You cry. He’s the one in your room. The one who opened all your drawers without question, the one shaking you. The one in his usual outfit, about to see Sharon. Even the mattress you placed in the floor is messed up, the blankets scattered to the ground. You fight the tears building up in your eyes—do you always have to be so wrongfully accused? At the very least, you thought that the two of you entered some kind of silent truce since the photoshoot, since you both decided to avoid one another.

But then this happened. 

“Sharon’s ring. Obviously it’d be you—who else would it be?”

You swallow the scoff. It’s clear that he doesn’t care about the state of your room. At the sleepless nights. At the lack of this being a home. At the very fact that you’re so scared to settle in this place, that you can’t decorate or live the way you used to. 

At how every shred of the past you is tattered. 

“Don’t touch me!” The shout is out of shock more than anything. Immediately, you shield your body away from him and cover your stomach. It’s instinct—you don’t think, just protect. Ari notices it immediately, and his breath hitches. 

“You’re pregnant?” 

Does it even matter? Having a baby in this atmosphere? In the midst of a falling marriage? Now you wonder if that’s selfish, to have a young child suffer under this, too. Would it be discriminated like you are? 

You would die before putting them through that. And this may be out of character for you, but you would kill before allowing him or her to think that they are worthless. They can despise you as much as they want—as long as Ari loves them, as long as they are loved and respected. 

“You have an engagement ring for Sharon?” 

You don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re pregnant, but suddenly, you want more. You know that you’re selfish, asking for more from a man who will never give it to you. But since the first day, he’s been slipping through your fingers, while you’ve been giving and giving and giving. 

And now there’s a reason behind your questions, a motive for your desires: you don’t want your child to wonder where their father goes in the middle of the night. You don’t want Ari pacing the halls waiting for Sharon to call back. There will be no questions of “Where’s Dad?” before nighttime, because you’ll make sure Ari will always be available to them… even if you’re not. 

Ari blows out a breath and rubs his beard. “You weren’t my first choice for a wife—is that what you wanted to hear?” 

You’re stunned into silence, shame filling your cheeks. 

Of course. 

He was your favorite. You’d choose Ari in a heartbeat.

But no one will ever choose you.

You’ll never be anyone’s favorite. 

I don’t think I’ll make it… 

The last page of your journal is open, and you frown. Did Ari come in this room? No, you’re pretty sure he left for work a few hours ago, though you can’t be positive because you left to get some lunch with Natasha. But none of the drawers are opened, and nothing is out of place. 

You did think about writing this morning, maybe you forgot to close it? But you thought you did? Brushing your index finger against the rough paper covered with tears, you recall the thoughts that plagued you when writing this.

“I can’t let him down,” you whisper, closing your diary. Your baby will be beautiful, you know it, with how gorgeous and handsome Ari was. You can’t deny how lonely you are, though. Even when you smiled at him and tried not to be affected with the way the maids sneered at you, and the way his men glared at you, it hurt. It hurt being lonely, and it hurt more that the man who slid the ring on your finger didn’t do anything about it. 

With a sigh, you find the magazine. The two of you on the front cover, staring at one another. 

It’s so obvious that there’s no love in those eyes—Ari looks dead, even. Now, there are more rumors speculating whether him and Sharon are a thing, while the other have—no doubt Ari’s side controlling the media—continues to mention what a power couple the two of you are. 

Maybe this is a good thing, though. Maybe it’s better to stop holding onto what you never had. You trace your hair, comparing it to Sharon’s curls and sophisticated demeanor. The expensive, handcrafted dresses she wears around Ari as she links arms with him. The way the corner of his eyes crinkle when he stares down at her. At least she can love him in all the ways you couldn’t. 

Natasha asked you a couple of days if you’re going to stay married to him forever. Bold of her to assume that there’s something wrong with your relationship with him, even bolder of her to be right. Though you replied that you should, now you’re not so sure.

Divorce is always an option, she said. Why are you staying with him? What for?

For so many reasons. For him. For your child. For your brother.

What about for you? Your mind asks. Aren't you just as important?

Then, another thought: Maybe it is time to let him go. 

Ari is different. There’s this odd shift in the atmosphere: he doesn’t exactly hate you, but he doesn’t know what to do with you. Kind of trying to get rid of a body without causing it any harm. His eyes trial after you as you walk out of the kitchen, and you shoot him a tight smile. 

“When’s the last time you visited the doctor?” 

Another weird thing about that—he shot the doctor endless questions, from your eating habits, to what you can and can’t do, to how the baby will thrive. It’s a completely different direction from what you expected—and you realize he’s now tolerating you because you have a baby inside. And that he might actually be excited to have a child, and that makes you hopeful.

Since purging your violent thoughts out onto the page, you’ve managed to bounce back once again, feeling much better than the last couple of weeks. The absence of Ari, the quietness surrounding him, and you fitting back into your usual routine helps, too: work until you can’t walk anymore, head back home (halfway with Natasha, the other half alone where you fear your life), knock out, wake up in the morning and try not to throw up, cook yourself a meal that also doesn’t make you throw up, and head to work (alone). 

Anyone else might tell you it’s an awful schedule, since half the time you’re not trying to spill your breakfast out to customers. But you’re starting to like the easiness of it. All the workers there at the pub are getting used to you, too, treating you like a younger sibling, entrusting you in their circle.

For what’s supposed to be a risqué place, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Everyone’s really nice there, and you have to stop yourself from bouncing on your toes just from the good vibes Natasha gives you. And there are compliments—lots of them—sent your way, which goes to show how nice everyone else is. Super nice. There’s no other way you can describe it, other than that you love it there. 

Maybe this baby is bringing you good luck and good fortune. Maybe the baby is part of the reason why your mood is so much better lately. 

Maybe the baby is saving you. At least, you’d like to think so. 

“Since we went together? Zero?” 

“We should visit again,” he mutters, taking a sip of coffee. Now there’s always questions to his actions. Like, what does that mean? An implication that you’re not taking care of the baby well enough? 

“I take walks,” you blurt, then blush as he raises his eyebrows. It’s another thoughtless sentence, but whenever you’re around Ari, you seem to have a lot of those. 

And this is when it once again gets weird: usually he’d glance away with a glare, but this time, his eyes linger on your pink cheeks. His stare becomes more heated before he clears his throat and motions to the table for you to sit. 

You hesitate, knees locking in place. Should you run?

“Sit,” Ari mutters, followed by your name. And the throaty, commanding voice cuts off your thinking. You plop yourself on the chair that Ari’s pulled out for you, and clasped your hands over your lap, fighting the urge to bounce your knee. Eyes darting from the employees to Ari to the ground to the chandelier on the ceiling, you don’t notice Ari speaking until his finger taps the counter.

“Have you been paying attention to what I’ve been saying?” His voice is stern. Softer than the curt tone he’d often address you with.

“Uh, no,” you squeak. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I was…”

“Getting distracted,” he muses. He’s still staring at you, giving you the attention you’ve wanted so badly. You haven’t seen him for two to three weeks, and now he has a sudden personality change?

Did God hear your prayers? Did the universe swap the Ari you know for a caring one? 

“You’re spacing out again.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, chewing on your lower lip. “I’m listening, I promise.” 

Ari sighs. “Forget about it. Just make sure to clear your schedule next Friday for the doctor’s appointment.” 

Your eyes widen. “Are we going together?”

This time, his eyes say, What do you think? Then, he gets up, excusing himself to go to work.

He never excuses himself, just leaves. 

You watch as he buttons his cufflinks and runs a hand through his hair—simple acts that you haven’t been exposed to in your marriage. A flutter of butterflies erupt in your stomach when he dips his head in your direction, but tamp it down faster than someone stepping on their lit cigarette. 

The door clicks shut.

You sit there on the counter in wonder of what happened. 

You’re doing this thing where you reinvent yourself. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself when you take a walk downtown, breathing in the fumes that’ll most likely kill you, and letting the honks and shouts of street vendors call out to you. In reality, it's just an excuse to splurge on yourself. Though chaos is the last place you thrive in, you can’t help but love feeling disconnected here—you’re not a particular person, just another one on the street. 

That, and you’re craving some bagels. Since caffeine is not exactly the best idea when you’re pregnant—you never liked coffee anyways, but sometimes it’s a necessity while working—you’re channeling all that to the food you eat. 

Ari never gave you his card back, and you haven’t talked about it, either. So you’re just using your hard earnings to stock up on carbs, or to eat outside the restaurant and watch the New Yorkers.

You love how each of them have a charisma that you’ll never have. How they have the ability to walk down the street without the fear that someone is judging them. With that, it’s so obvious that you’re not cut out for this future, CEO wife duties. Before this… it’s awkward imagining a before. But you’d walk down this street rushing to class, to your masters in literature that your brother funded. 

Gatsby. Frankenstein. Rochester. All these imaginary characters, leading to dreams of being published one day, dreams that your brother kindled before Ari crushed it. No—dreams that your brother only supported so he can exploit you one day. You never got the support you wanted, the words of affirmation you craved. Even now, you’re drowning, something stuck in your lungs that prevent you from breathing. 

But back then. Back then you’d walk by and see Ari’s face on a billboard while waiting for the light to turn green, and feel your heart crashing against your chest like waves, wondering if this is unrequited love. 

How wrong you were then. Because this moment, having everything but nothing at all, is unrequited love. 

You see the same building now produce a picture of you and Ari, captioned, POWER COUPLE? Thank God majority of New York doesn’t care, but you lower your head anyways in case someone might recognize you. You slump and chew your bagel, letting the breeze lift strands of your hair, letting nosey puppies bump their nose on your ankle and walk past you, back to their owner. 

It’s then you see it: that dark blonde strand in curls, the heels, the blazer that if you always wore, looked like a young child wearing her mother’s clothes. The straight spine as she carries herself like she knows how to wrap the world around her finger—she probably does.

Sharon. 

And you know who’ll trail behind. She’s already beaming back at him, hands swinging to point a finger and laugh. If Ari didn’t wear his wedding band, if you didn’t chain him down, you know he’d grab that hand, just like you know you need to leave, just like you know that this bagel suddenly tastes stale and bitter. The expression that he gives her is soft like usual, but something feels… off? Maybe it’s the knit in his eyebrows? The hands in his pockets, like he’s restraining himself more than usual? The way his eyes swing around, to see if anyone is eavesdropping them? 

Though you’re most likely hallucinating.

You get up, eyes glued to the concrete smashed with cream cheese and bagel crumbs and other liquids that you don’t exactly want to stare at for long. From the corner of your eye, you see Sharon run to the street, calling after your husband. 

It all happened so quickly. In the blind of an eye, yet not at the same time.

You see the car coming and closer to Sharon, you move before Ari does. It’s almost funny, how when in danger, most people think of themselves, clearing out without a word, not even warning the girl you’re supposed to hate. And by the time Ari realizes—by the time he starts shouting—he is unable to reach her, and she is standing there, frozen. 

Adrenaline kicks in. You run, sprint, anything. Just a desperation of please please I didn’t mean it I don’t want her dead please I can’t Ari will hate me more Ari doesn’t deserve this I already ruined his life—so how can I let it be ruined even further with this?

You reach her. Tires are screeching. The car is coming to a stop—desperately. Now people are screaming. 

Your hands reach out to shove her, to save her. She tumbles to the ground, out of the vehicle’s reach.

How ironic you don’t think of yourself. 

The last face you see is Ari’s, panicked, arms outstretched, voice incoherent, reaching for you.

Or maybe you’re hallucinating that, too. 

The world turns black.