That’s why he had to do almost all of his own running. They were like, “Chris, you’ll be running today. Tomorrow, we’ll film your double doing flips but today you get to run and run and if you don’t like it, learn to run like other people.”
I understand they also had a tough time finding a stunt man who could double for him because he doesn’t move like most actors. It’s probably better now that they’ve sent him for martial arts training, but evidently the first Cap movie was rough until they started choreographing the fight scenes to a musical beat.
I can’t figure out if this is because Chris Evans is a white boy and has no rhythm, or if it’s because Chris Evans has rhythm unlike most white boys. Or is it just because Chris Evans is a special meatball? :-D
Chenford + pregnancy announcement with a Rams onesie
(I don't think I did this right. 🤷🏼♀️)
"You have an addiction," Tim grumbles shutting the door after yet another delivery from UPS. Or was it FedEx? After all the delivery trucks that had been at their house the last two days, he had lost track. It was only Tuesday, two days into their vacation.
"It's not an addiction," Lucy shoots back quickly after Tim tossed the package on the couch beside her. "Careful," she scolded playfully, "It could be breakable." Tim can't help but roll his eyes.
Some of her purchases have been entertaining, others not so much. The most memorable was a tie between the black lacy babydoll that arrived last week and the mini blender where they had spent the night making tiny Piña Coladas in shot glasses.
"This is for you," Lucy says after a second of looking at the address.
"I didn't order anything."
"Is your name Tim Bradford? Do you live here," she asks smartly looking up at him. "Then this is yours," she says tossing the bag back over to him.
Sure enough, it was his name printed on the shipping label, not hers. He still could not think of anything that he would have bought in the last week. It's a shirt or some type of clothing, he gathers feeling the package out. He is met with a Rams logo pressed on the white fabric, a small white fabric. "You ordered me a hand towel," he asks before ripping into the small plastic enclosed package.
"Not exactly."
She can see when it hits him as he unfolds the fabric in his hand. The shoulders of the shirt pulled tight in his hands. His eyes blink making sure that the fabric in his hand is actually what it appears to be. He had not even made it to the back yet.
Across the back is eight blocked letters. Conveniently spelling out the name they both share. A simple yellow one underneath. "Are you serious," he asks after a minute, having to swallow to hold back his emotion.
Lucy only smiles at him as she pushes herself to her feet. "Surprise," she says softly walking up to him.
Tim doesn't reply. Instead, he is pulling her into him. Her smaller body crashes into his as he holds her tight. Lucy can feel his heart hammering in his chest. Tears form in her own eyes as she relaxes into his arms.
Request: Can you like write something about jake and the reader being in an ‘arranged marriage’ and jake coming home after the ceremony and fucking his anger out on the reader consensual ofc 🛐🛐🤭
This one goes out to @yourmomdotcum69. Sorry it took so long, bae!! But it's finally here!! <3
Did I proofread this? No. So if you see mistakes, please don't 🙃
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Your heart is beating out of your chest. You can barely hear the Tsahik as she speaks of Eywa and this union and how it will be prosperous for all.
Your breathing is heavy, uneven, terrified.
You don't even dare glance at your betrothed, at the oloeyktan. He seems calm, seems to be pleased by this, but there's something in his eyes that tells you otherwise...
When the match had been made, you were sure you'd find a way to get out of the arrangement. You were convinced Toruk Macto would choose someone else. You thought the Tsahik would rethink her decision.
Turns out, you were in denial the whole time.
It's happening now. You and Jake are being sacredly united. Nothing will be able to pull you apart, and if you try to leave, you will bring shame to yourself and your family.
You have to stick with this. Have to learn to love him...or at least coexist with him peacefully.
As the ceremony slowly comes to a close, you think to yourself, I'll give him kids. Two, probably. That's all that duty requires from me. There's no reason to go beyond that...
The ceremony is consummated. The People cheer. They offer you compliments and hugs and bracelets and necklaces. You feel numb. You can barely breathe.
Jake Sully is attractive, of course, and you're not upset at the union...You're just...unsure. You're being asked to love and live with someone you barely know...That's what makes you uneasy.
There's a feast after, but for the life of you, you can't remember a single thing about what happens. You offer fake smiles, polite nods, quiet thanks. Your mate barely glances at you the whole time.
When it's over, when night falls, you know as much as he does that it's time to give oneself to each other.
Your legs are trembling, weak as the oloeyktan helps you up from your seat. It's the first time you two exchange so much as a glance. He smiles at you, but it's an empty, forced smile.
You're terrified, nervous, uneasy...So many emotions are running through you and you don't know which to pick.
He leads you to his tent—now your tent as well. He wordlessly leads you inside and closes the tent flaps after himself.
You stand there in your pretty beaded top and ornate necklaces, in your frivolous loincloth and complicated hairdo.
He turns to you with a look of rage in his eyes, but the rest of his body seems completely relaxed. He takes a deep breath, rubbing at his forehead. “Look,” he starts. “This isn't going to be easy. I know, and you know—”
“Oh, it-it's okay,” you quickly say, afraid of displeasing him in any way. “We'll work it out...”
Jake laughs bitterly, his eyes narrow as he looks at you. “There's nothing to work out. We have no choice. All we can do right now is—”
“Mate?”
He blinks at you. “I was going to say set some ground rules...”
You blush but try to brush it off. “Ground rules?”
“Yeah. For our...uh, relationship?”
You frown..“Why would we need rules? We're just a married couple. This isn't some complex battle strategy. It's just...a marriage.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Just a marriage?” he echoes, clearly annoyed. “I'm giving my fucking life to you for the rest of forever and you think it's just a marriage?”
You fold your ears back. “Yes, it is just a marriage. It's just duty,” you counter.
He stares at you, wordlessly, his ears folding back and his eyes narrowing. “Duty,” he says flatly. “I just gave my life to someone who thinks I'm nothing but duty.”
You pause for a moment. “Well...you are.”
Maybe you should've thought that through, huh. You only realize this after the words leave your mouth and you see the look on Jake's face.
He raises an eyebrow, obviously vexed. He steps closer to you. “I'm only duty to you?”
You fold your ears back, tail swinging uneasily, but you stand your ground. “Yes.”
Your brain takes too long to process everything that happens.
Jake's huge body closes the distance between both of you and he grabs you by the throat to hold you against him. “Fucking unbelievable,” he growls, inching his lips to yours. He doesn't give you the chance to protest before he's kissing you roughly, needy, messily as his tongue pushes between your lips to tangle with your tongue.
You gasp softly, sparks shooting over your skin, your breath knocked from your lungs. You kiss him back, your hands holding onto his arms as he pours his rage into your mouth.
While he keeps one enormous hand around your throat, he moves the other one to your waist, pulling you closer so you can feel his hard-on poking your lower stomach.
The feeling makes your ears perk up, tail swinging with anticipation. Your nails dig into his skin and he groans lowly.
The scent of your arousal quickly grows thick in the air and it has Jake's heart racing, his cock twitching at the idea of being inside of you.
He leads you to the ground, trapping you under his large body, one of his thighs sliding between yours to press against your wetting cunt.
You sigh softly at the sensation, opening your eyes to meet Jake's dark, predatory gaze. You're eager for what comes next, curious, almost begging him. Jake can see it in your eyes, widened and pupils dilated as you stare at him, expectant.
“You just got yourself into a fuckton of trouble, girl,” he says, voice low and husky. He leans his mouth towards your neck, kissing your skin, dragging his sharp canines over your pulse. “I'm gonna have t'fuck that idea outta ya, hm?”
You shudder as you feel his teeth on your skin. “What idea?” you question, eyes fluttering shut.
Jake bites down on your shoulder, making you whimper lowly. He whispers in your ear, “The idea that I'm only duty. I'm going to be much more than just duty, you hear me? I'm going to be your man, your mate, your fortress. Understand?” His thigh adds more pressure against your pussy and you moan softly.
“How can I love someone I don't know?”
Jake kisses you again, shutting you up, one of his hands undoing your pretty loincloth with too much ease. He bites your lower lip harshly, surely drawing blood, and you whine.
“You'll learn to love,” he promises. “You'll learn to love me, just like I'll learn to love you.” He gets on his knees to remove his loincloth, and then his huge hands grab you by your hips. He pulls you to him until your ass rests on the top of his thighs.
Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, the scent of your arousal thick. He runs the bulbous head of his cock between your folds, teasing your clit before moving to your entrance. While holding your gaze, he slides into you slowly.
His thick cock forces your gummy walls to stretch in order to accommodate his size. You dig your nails into the rug under you, your back arching slightly as he fills you to the brim. You gasp, moaning gently, you eyes wide as you stare at him.
Jake grunts as your cunt tightens around him. You're so warm, so wet. His cock twitches within you, making your eyes flutter shut.
He doesn't waste a second. He starts pounding you, his hips slamming into yours with each thrust, his fingers digging into your hips. “Goddamn,” he groans. “Oh, fuck. This pussy was made for me, hm? All for me to use.”
You whimper as each thrust sends sparks shooting up your womb, the tip bruising your cervix continously. You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you struggle to keep up with his pace.
“I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy until your silly mind gets rid of the idea that I'm nothing but duty to you,” he promises, his ears folding back as he relishes in the sensation of your slick dripping down to his balls.
You can't reply. You only whimper, the pleasure searing your womb, your breaths uneven and ragged.
Jake stares down at you, watching your ornate beaded top open to reveal your bouncing breasts. Fuck, the way he has the urge to leave hickeys all over them, bite them, suck on your pretty nipples.
Some other time, he thinks to himself. Right now, he's enjoying this position too much.
“You're such a fuckin' brat,” he spits, hissing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over his body. “You get mated to the oloeyktan and you're ungrateful about it. That's so disrespectful, such fuckin' bad manners.” He bites his lower lip, groaning lowly. “I'm gonna have to teach you to behave, hm? Teach you to be my good little girl.”
You gasp, body shaking, your eyes struggling to stay on his. Between a few moans, you manage to stutter, “I'm not—I didn't mean to-to misbehave, sir. I'm-I'm sorry.”
He chuckles but it's a dark, rumbling sound that makes your pussy throb. “You're a quick learner, aren't you?” He smirks down at you as he fucks you faster, harder. “You're a star pupil so long as you've got cock in you, it seems. Well, in that case,” he holds onto your hips tighter, threatening to bruise your skin, “I'll make sure to put my cock in you as often as I can. See if I get to shape you into a pretty wife who behaves and doesn't complain about me, huh?”
You mewl as he increases his pace, gasping and trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “J-Jake!” you whimper. “Jake—!”
He spanks your thigh. “It's 'sir' to you,” he says sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You nod, moaning, your chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. “Sir, I-I can't anymore! 's too much!” you whine, the pleasure within you turning into a coil in your womb, making your body feel like it's curling into itself.
Jake laughs, mean. “Oh, you can. I know you can. And you will,” he says, increasing his pace, his cock bruising your soft gummy walls, making stars dance behind your eyelids. “You're going to take as much as I give you. Without any complaints. I don't wanna hear you whinin' 'bout it, you hear me? If you do, I'll only punish you more. Do you understand me?”
You whimper. You feel like your entire body is on fire, your womb on the verge of bursting. Still, his voice is sharp and full of authority, and you know better than to argue. “Y-yes.”
He spanks your thigh again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, your back arching. “Yes, sir. Yes, sir.”
He chuckles darkly, watching you as you squirm, struggling to manage the pleasure. “Aw, what's wrong, girl?” he mocks, smirking. “You look like you're on the edge of something there.”
You mewl, the ecstasy within you building up, making you unable to think, let alone fucking talk. You can only whimper, desperately nodding your head, feeling the burning pleasure grow within you, coiling tightly.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck!” you cry out, your orgasm rushing to the surface, threatening to leave you dumb from its force. You're a whining, sweaty, writhing mess beneath Jake.
He watches you closely, feeling how near you are to your orgasm from how tight you grow around him. He grunts, his eyes focused on your face as one of his hands splays over your hip, his thumb reaching your clit and playing with the swollen, needy bud.
You moan loudly, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your body trembling as he touches your clit. You mewl and tremble, your orgasm crashing over you, leaving you in a blank state of bliss.
Your ears are ringing, your heart is racing, your breathing is heavy. And you can't really feel anything. As you slowly regain awareness, you realize that Jake's still fucking you, his cock still pounding into you with more vigor and need than before.
You whimper, the pleasure too much, and you can feel a second orgasm growing within you, too strong, too quick.
“N-no!” you stutter out. “No, I can't 'nymore! Please, sir,'s too much!”
Jake keeps going, saying, “Yes, you can. You just have to take it, hm? Take it like a good girl for me, yeah?”
You mewl, legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut. So you take it, mewling and gasping, feeling the pleasure build up within you.
Jake groans, his own orgasm near, and he's getting off on watching you struggle with managing the pleasure.
“I'm gonna fill you up, girl,” he says, his voice thick and husky. “I'm gonna come inside you and I'm gonna give you a baby, hm?”
You whimper, the idea sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck! Yes, sir, please!” you moan, trembling.
He smirks, chuckling lowly. “Yeah, you wanna be full with my baby? Want me to stuff you full, girl? Full of my cum and my baby? Want everyone to know you're mine?”
You mewl, trembling, nodding as you gasp. “Sir! Please, yes, please! Please, sir!”
He chuckles, feeling himself getting closer. “Then imma stuff you full, girl. You're gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Every single drop.”
He keeps pounding you, making you whimper and moan. You come for a second time, your pussy clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge. He groans softly, throwing his head back as he gasps. His orgasm crashes over him, his cock twitching as he comes inside of you. His warm load spills into you, sticky and thick, making you shudder.
“Fuck!” he gasps. “Goddamn, girl. Oh, this pussy's something I could get used to.”
He pulls out of you, making you gasp softly, and he watches his cum drip out of you for a moment before he lies on the ground beside you.
He kisses your forehead gently, wraps you in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Was I too rough, baby?”
You snuggle up against him, kissing his chest. “I'm okay,” you say, smiling gently.
He chuckles softly. “You did so well for me, you know that, right?” He kisses your shoulder. He's quiet for a moment before softly telling you, “I know this isn't ideal. I know you would've preferred to choose your mate, but...I hope I'm the kind of man you would've chosen. I hope I can make you happy and safe, and I promise to take care of you. And I...” He sighs softly. “I understand if you don't love me. I do. I won't hold it against you. All I ask is that you give me a chance. Let me show you that I can be the man you need...Please.”
You smile gently, cupping his face before kissing his lips tenderly. “I'll give you a chance, Jake. I promise. And I'm willing to love you. Love is always learned, and I'm sure you're someone who's easy to love.”
He grins, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “Thank you so much.”
That's all he wants, all he needs. He's willing to move heaven and earth if it means he'll get you to love him. He's keen on making this marriage something more than duty. He's going to make it a home, a family, a fortress.
“When I found out I had to take off my shirt in Teen movie, I panicked and hit the gym. I was like, “It’s going to be on film, documented, for my children to see. I can’t be 140 pounds. I need to put on a little bit of muscle. “
Pairing: Reader x Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson
Content Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ari Levinson, bit of angst, slight coercion, mentions of tampering with contraception, fingering, oral sex (f-rec), size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, kind of dub-con, unprotected sex, non-con creampie, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!!!
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: This is my first time writing Ari and I am very nervous!!! This was a little angstier than I anticipated but Soft!Dark!Ari compelled me so I had to listen! As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve upon it! There’s no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that’s my personal preference! Please enjoy and I’d adore any reblogs or feedback, if anyone feels so inclined!
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Summary: A breakup doesn’t always mean forever–especially not if Ari has anything to say about it. When you come back to the house to get your things after leaving him, he knows exactly how to make you stay…
The old apartment looked the same as it had the night you’d left. Sunlight still streamed in through the sheer, ivory curtains that you and Ari had chosen together, the knitted chenille throw was tossed stylishly over the back of the plush sofa—it was like you’d never left at all. If you went to the kitchen, maybe your mug would still be in the sink with umber tea stains in rings down the porcelain.
It was silent and you felt a sharp pang in your chest. If the night that you’d slammed the door on your relationship of two years hadn’t felt like the end, this did. Gathering the last few boxes of your things that had been left behind when you’d walked out felt like the final nail in the coffin. You hadn’t wanted things with Ari to end the way they did—you hadn’t wanted them to end at all, truth be told.
You met him on a job, and you were smitten; he was so tall and strong and sweet—looking back on it, you never stood a chance. You just hadn’t realized that, for him, work would always take precedence. Sometimes it seemed like he was gone more than he was home, and you couldn’t take it. Sinking into the cushion that had previously formed around Ari’s broad frame, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as the overwhelming scent of him permeated the air.
It was like salt air, the last dregs of summer clinging to your skin like sand on the beach. You could wash it away but never quite be rid of it; that’s how you felt about him. He’d begged you to stay—promising he’d change, promising he really wanted a life together like he’d once sworn that he did, but it hadn’t been enough. It was like you were balancing on broken branches each time he broke his promise to be home for dinner or to come with you to one of your own work functions.
The straw that had broken the camel’s back had come on his birthday. You’d taken the day off and had everything planned perfectly—breakfast, sex, a surprise, dinner. When he got called in and left early that morning before you’d even gotten out of bed, he’d said that he only needed to check on some reports and he’d be gone for two hours, three at most. The sun had been set for several hours before he came through the door and you were curled up on the couch, asleep and dead to the world as a cold dinner sat on the dining room table like a museum exhibit to the end of your relationship.
You’d woken up to his large hand brushing your hair from your face and you couldn’t even make yourself look at him. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together—to keep the two of you together—and no matter what you did, it never seemed to be enough. When you told him it was over, he’d been on his knees. You could still feel his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed hard against your stomach as he begged for you to stay.
He’d change.
He’d take a step back at work.
He’d be home every night.
He’d be whatever you needed, as long as you didn’t go.
A key turning in the front door’s lock made you sit up, your spine going straight as a rod as you swiped some rogue tears from your cheek with wide eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be home—to be here. It wasn’t home for you. Not anymore, anyway.
Checking your watch, your brow furrowed; the shorthand was barely past the five—he never got home before eight. A zip of jealousy pierced your chest; was there a reason he was getting home early? Did he have somewhere to be? Someone to see? You barely had time to stand up before the door swung open, gently bouncing off the stop on the wall.
Static filled the air when his eyes landed on you standing in the middle of his living room, playing with your hands nervously. Uncertain, you gave a tiny wave, your voice feeling somehow smaller than the gesture, “Hi.”
“Hi.” Ari’s deep voice sounded rusty, like it hadn’t been used in days. He looked rough; his beard, along with his hair, was longer than you remembered. Closing the door softly behind himself, his eyes didn’t leave you, almost as if he didn’t believe you were back, “What are…”
At his trailed off question, you remembered yourself. That was the most dangerous thing about Ari—not his ridiculous strength or his too-short temper, it was his ability to make your mind go blank just by his proximity. Clearing your throat, you gestured down the hall to what used to be your shared room, speaking softly, “I was just coming by to get the last of my stuff.”
“Baby—” Ari started, crossing the room in four steps, his long legs almost completely closing the distance between you.
“Ari, please don’t start this again.” You cut him off, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to keep your composure. This was why you’d wanted to get your things and simply leave your key on the table. From only a foot away, you could see the purple beneath his bloodshot eyes, and you felt a pang of heartache, stopping yourself from placing a hand on his cheek.
It looked like he was doing just as well as you. Then again, the only reason you looked put together today was because of a work meeting you couldn’t get out of—in the immediate aftermath, you hadn’t left your best friend’s guest room and refused to do anything except work remotely.
Just because the breakup was your idea didn’t mean it was easy.
Exhaling, you finally took your eyes from his, trying to step past his broad frame, “I’ll just get it and be out of your way.”
A large hand wrapped gently around your wrist, his voice impossibly low as he begged softly, “I don’t want you out of my way.”
“And I didn’t want to come second to your work, but I did.” You bit back, jerking your hand away and crossing your arms over your chest. It was hard to be angry when you still just felt so hurt. Your voice wavered, your bottom lip trembling as more tears sprang to your eyes, “I came home to an empty house. I came second every fucking time—”
He’d never been able to handle your tears without his heart breaking. He had to make you stay somehow. Pulling you tight against his chest, he wrapped his arms your smaller frame, pressing his lips to your head as your warm tears seeped into his shirt, “I know I said it before but if you come home, I swear that you’ll never feel like that again. I scaled back my duties; I’m only leading the team part time now. I wanted to change for you.”
Gently trying to push away from his firm chest, it was futile as you murmured, sniffling, “It shouldn’t have taken me leaving for you to make a change.”
Holding you tighter, he pleaded, “Please, baby.”
“Ari…” Pulling back enough to see his face, you felt the resolve beginning to crack with the heartbroken look in his aquamarine eyes. Weakly, you reminded him, “we said we could be friends. Just friends.”
“I’ve missed you every single day since you left.” His rough thumb brushed over your cheekbone, and you couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down your spine at the gentle touch. It felt like home.
He exhaled, “I can’t sleep in our bed anymore because your side is empty.”
If he could just get you back into your bed, he knew he’d be in the clear. He had made all those changes at work, but he knew that there was more that he could do. You guys had had the discussion before; so, what if the timeline moved forward just a bit?
When you came back, he knew where you’d keep the circular blister pack of pills. He knew exactly what he could do with them.
You could feel the embers slowly extinguishing as you tried to argue once more, “And I’ve slept just the same since you were rarely here when I was.”
“One more chance.” He could see you on the ledge of forgiveness, balancing on the cliff as you teetered back and forth. You were almost there. He knew what you needed—you need something soft, something reassuring and loving. Ducking down, he pressed his forehead to yours, murmuring lowly, “Please, baby—I love you. I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try. I need this. I need you.”
“I…” Your fingers bunched in his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut as his scent surrounded you. It was suffocating in the best of ways. God—he made you lightheaded. It was impossible to form a single one of your errant thoughts into anything cohesive. You could feel your heart pounding against your sternum.
“You want me to beg?” Opening your eyes, you met his and felt a warm dampness begin to grow between your thighs. His pupils had dilated, surrounded by only a thin line of ocean blue. His hands trailed down your body, caressing the curve of your hip as he murmured, “I can beg, baby.”
“Babe…” You exhaled, the pet-name slipping through your lips without permission before he caught them in a searing kiss. A hand on your jaw tilted your head as he pleased, your arms automatically winding around his neck as your knees buckled. Fuck—you’d forgotten how perfect it felt when his body was pressed against yours. His tongue twisted with your own and he let out a low groan when you rocked your pelvis against his, brushing the bulge that had begun to tent his slacks. Like you weighed nothing, he lifted you with ease and your legs locked around his waist before you hastily broke from his kiss.
It was as if all of your blood had rushed to the surface of your skin, setting you on fire as the static left your brain. You had to stay strong. You had to.
Shaking your head, you breathed out shakily, “We shouldn’t…”
He was undeterred as his lips trailed down your jaw, a little smirk pressed into your skin as you moaned softly when he brushed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“Let me make you feel good.” He hummed as your head tipped back, exposing more of your smooth skin to him. With the hand that wasn’t supporting you on your ass, Ari began to easily undo each button on your blouse as he slowly made his way down the hall towards your room, “Let me remind you why you need me like I need you, sweetheart.”
Placing you on the bed as if you were some precious thing—which, to him, you were—he continued uncovering your body like some discovery that he’d searched years for. His lips pressed gentle kisses down your sternum, and you pressed your thighs together as your panties grew more damp with each brush of his lips.
When he pressed a kiss right below your navel, his hands gripped your hips as he looked up at you from under his lashes, exhaling, “Please, baby.”
Like a dam had cracked and sent a reservoir spilling into the wild, you felt any defense that you had left, leave your body. Running your fingers through his thick mane, your quiet voice shook as you nodded, “Make love to me.”
At that, it was like a switch flipped and he was hell-bent on some mission as Ari swiftly undid your pants, peeling them down your legs, off your pointed toes, before tossing them to the ground with starving eyes. You spread your legs, leaving room for his wide shoulders as he lay between them. You felt so exposed, your hips jerking as he brushing a finger over the wet patch that had blossomed on your panties from just his kiss.
He chuckled, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them shamelessly, throwing you a wink as your face went warm. Easily hooking your legs over his shoulders and tugging you closer to him, he smirked as a squeal was pulled from your lips.
“Gotta get you ready for me, baby.” Pressing a kiss to your mound, he used his thumbs to spread the petals of your sex and groaned at the way your wetness clung to your skin. Ghosting a finger over your clit, he felt his cock throb as your hole fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled. He tsked, “You know you can’t my cock without stretching out this pussy first.”
One of your hands fisted the soft duvet tightly as the other tangled in Ari’s hair, trying to stop yourself from shifting restlessly as he stared at your center. He broke the moment by trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your inner thigh to where you needed him most before his tongue licked a broad stripe from your weeping entrance to your swollen clit.
“Fuck—daddy…” You gasped out, your back bowing off the bed as he ate you voraciously, like he’d been starved since the day you left.
Daddy. He forgot how much he liked hearing that from your sweet lips.
No matter how badly you needed to clench your thighs closed, whether to keep him closer or push him away because the pleasure was too much, it wasn’t possible.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” The vibration of his words made you whimper as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking in an erratic pattern that made you writhe on the wrinkled bedding; he was ravenous as he licked and sucked and nipped, driving you wild as you took in every sensation you’d desperately missed. As he slipped one finger into your tight channel, you let out a dry sob of his name as he worked to get you ready for him.
Each pump of his finger made a lewd noise and he let out a groan at the way you shifted, like the pleasure was already too much, “How are you gonna take my cock when my fingers got you squirming like this?”
Using his tongue to trace tight circles around your swollen bud before sucking it between his lips tightly, he slipped a second finger in beside his first, hooking them upwards and forcing you to cry out once again as he pressed hard against your g-spot. You felt a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping from your cunt, running down to your puckered hole as you rocked your hips into his mouth.
“Oh god—Ari!” A warmth pooled low in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the breathy oh’s that were pulled from your chest as an orgasm crept upon you quickly.
“You gonna come for me already? I know what you need, baby.” He teased, releasing your clit with a quiet ‘pop.’ He knew your body as if it was second nature, playing you like a violin as he thrust his fingers at a punishing pace, pressing them harder against your special spot with every push. He groaned, using his thumb to tug back the hood of your clit, murmuring lowly as he looked up at your blissed-out face, “Friends don’t do shit like this, baby. Friends don’t get to play with this tight little cunt, do they?”
“No, daddy…” You gasped out as his tongue lashed over your clit, overwhelming your senses. It wasn’t long before you were thrown over the edge, a cry pulled from your lips, “Ari!”
“That’s it. Just like that, sweetheart.” Your back bowed off the bed as a pleasant warmth spread through your body, radiating out through your fingers and curled toes as his tongue continued to lave over your sensitive skin, graduating from flat broad strokes to little kitten licks that made your hips twitch with aftershocks of your climax. Trying to close your thighs and shy away from his touch, you whined before he sat up, blushing as you spotted his lips and chin shiny with your juices. With the back of his hand, he wiped away some of it with a smug wink,
“You were so good for me, baby…
“I need you.” You murmured breathlessly, sitting up as you slipped off your bra before going after the buttons of his shirt. His touch made you insatiable—it always had. It was never enough with him. He chuckled tossing his shirt to the ground and shedding his pants and boxers before guiding you back to lay down. Sitting back on his haunches between your spread legs, he spat into his palm, using it to pump his heavy cock a few times.
“C’mere…” He murmured, tugging you closer before pressing his weeping tip to your slit, rubbing it up and down slowly before pressing it against your entrance.
It was like a spell broke as you yelped, “Wait!”
Cocking an eyebrow at you, his jaw clenched as he restrained himself.
Your eyes were wide as you remembered what you’d been forgetting to tell him since you’d gotten into bed, “I—I stopped my birth control. Do you have a condom?”
He had to bite back a smirk at your doe eyes staring up at him. As it turned out, maybe the timeline had moved to now. That made what he wanted to do, far easier. He could see it now, your tummy swollen with his kid, your tits bigger and your curves soft and rounded. You’d be a sweet, little mama. God—he couldn’t fucking wait to knock you up.
“Fuck, baby,” He feigned thoughtfulness. He knew that there were some still tucked away under the bathroom sink, but you didn’t need to know that. Maybe they were expired, anyway. Shaking his head, he exhaled, “We haven’t used them since we started dating. There hasn’t been anyone but you since you left.”
Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you felt anxiety begin to trickle in as you pressed your knees together, hiding yourself from his heavy gaze, “Maybe, we shouldn’t…”
“I’ll pull out,” Ari reassured you seriously, a warm hand rubbing your knee softly as he cooed, “Please, sweetheart. I need you—need to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around me again. I’ve missed you so much. I gotta feel you coming on my cock, honey…”
He stripped your defenses away, and you took a shaky breath, nodding as you stared into his earnest eyes with a soft smile, “Okay.”
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back up, running his hands over your smooth thighs as he murmured, “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show daddy just where you need him.” Your knees fell open at his command, exposing your soaked core to him once more and he let out a sigh of contentment. Fuck—he’d missed your pussy; his hand hadn’t been anywhere near what he needed. Brushing a thumb over your puffy clit, he hummed as you jerked at the soft touch, “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Love teasing this little clit. So swollen and needy, isn’t it?”
“Ari,” You whined, shifting restlessly at his teasing. He grinned, taking a pillow and tucking it beneath you, angling your hips just a bit higher.
For his cock to slide into your cunt more comfortably.
For his cum to fill you even better.
Dragging his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness, he finally pressed his crown to your entrance, and you whimpered as he pressed in just the slightest bit. You tensed at the stretch, forgetting quite how big he was as a whimper slipped from your lips. His thumb worked your clit slowly as he spoke lowly, “You can take it, honey, just like that.” Sinking in further, he groaned at the way your body slowly opened up for him, “Look at how you’re stretching for my cock, such a perfect pussy.”
“You’re too big, daddy—” You gasped as he pushed his cock halfway in, feeling tears sting your eyes at the burning stretch. Since you left, your vibrators had gone unused, as had your fingers. It was too much. You shook your head, whimpering softly as your lip trembled, “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” Holding your hips still, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, groaning as you fluttered around him at the sweet gesture. “Fuck—can feel you squeezin’ me, baby.”
“Focus on how I’m playing with your little clit, honey…” Rubbing circles around your nub, he pressed in further, spurred on by your softer, shakier breaths. Before long, he was seated in you to the hilt, and he groaned as you squeezed around him involuntarily. The stimulation on your clit became too much and you rocked your hips back, gasping at the way each ridge of his cock brushed against your walls.
“Please, I need…” Rocking his hips back, he almost pulled out completely before pushing back in and forcing a muffled whimper from your lips. Finding an easy pace, his hands holding your thighs wide open for him, you let out a hum at the feeling of him pressed deep inside of you. The rhythm became soothing as it rocked you into submission, feeling perfectly filled by every inch of him.
Leaning down, covering your body with his, he trailed his hands up your arms. Lacing your fingers together as he pressed your hands into the mattress, your head was already in the clouds when you gasped a soft, “Oh fuck—right there!”
“That your sweet spot honey?” He grinned as you squeezed around him, angling his hips to press against the spongy part inside of you once again. Snapping his hips into yours again and again, he listened to your breathy, ‘uh, uh, uh’ with every thrust. Looking down at the way your eyes had glazed over, he groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he grunted, “Love the way you look—all fucked dumb on daddy’s cock. Need this little cunt stuffed all the time. Should just keep my cock right here, shouldn’t I?”
“Ari—” You begged, just before his lips found yours again, his tongue massaging yours in a languid, breathy kiss.
Rolling his pelvis against yours, brushing against your puffy clit with each thrust, he taunted, against your lips, “You coming for me again already, baby?”
“Daddy!” Your thighs wrapped tight around his hips as you pressed your chest against his, letting out a quiet sob as your sensitive nipples brushed against the soft hair of his chest. It was like he fucked every rational thought out of your head as you rocked your hips with his, seeking every bit of pleasure that he could give you, “Yes—fuck!”
“Shit, baby, I can’t—” He quickened his pace, feeling himself near the edge as your walls began to pulse around him. Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t pull out now.
The muscles in your stomach clenched as he pushed deep inside of you with one last, low moan, painting your walls with hot, thick ropes of his cum, his tip pressed hard against your cervix, sending you reeling as your back arched off the bed for the last time. Your thighs shook, your body felt like a live wire and in the back of your mind, you heard him curse lowly, “Oh fuck, baby…”
He sat up slowly as you collapsed against the bed in a blissful, post-orgasmic state with your thoughts floating like a dandelion in the wind. Slowly, he pulled his not-yet softening from your channel and your eyes opened as reality hit you.
Worriedly, you sat up, “Ari…”
Peering down between your thighs, you watched as some of his white, pearly cream slowly dripped from your used hole. He saw where your eyes were trained and couldn’t stop himself before running his thumb through it, pressing it back into your sensitive pussy until he was satisfied no more would leak out.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Running his thumb over your puffy lips, he hummed softly before finally meeting your wide, worried eyes with his impossibly dark ones, “We’ll get you a pill in the morning.”
Before you woke up, he’d go and pick one up for you. He’d take care of it. He’d take care of both you and the little miracle that you’d hopefully just made. And if you didn’t? He’d just try again when you moved back home and this time, you’d stay.
A/B/O thoughts ahead! The Ghosted photoset you shared (with the teeth admiration 😍 which you're so right), the first pic made me think of alpha!Chris mid knotting, blowing his load, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. I think that would be a great knotting o-face, just saying.
related to this photo from @/thetrashstache
You might think I'm right, but you are so, so right, too.
That 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 perfect 👏🏻 thought 👏🏻
I fucking love where your mind went. Omegaverse. Yes. Alpha Chris. Yes. Knotting face. Yes.
Also, consider: the moan-growl-groan-like sound he would make. Just. Animal. Pleasure that can't be restrained but is attempting to be behind those clenched teeth. That would add so fucking much to that look™️ the sound.
I. am. so. here. for. this.
That is something that I wish was more evident in omegaverse content (including the stuff I've written for it, too!).
That being the reaction alphas have to knotting.
I would love to think knotting hurts and feels so, so good at the same time. Like, yes, it's the pleasurable release of orgasm but it's also the sudden expansion of a knot, locking into an omega, making their vision go fuzzy like they're drunk, dizzying and unknowing of what is up and what is down because all the alpha can focus on is the heat, the wetness, and the pressure around their cock. Around their knot. Squeezing. Hot. Soaked. It feels so insanely good.
It's release like nothing else.
But also, it hurts so bad. Popping into place.
It makes the alpha grit their teeth--muscles in their jaw aching to bite--at the same time that they want to moan raggedly. 🥴🥴
Thank you for this delicious idea.
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