Ari's had a tough week at work, and he just needs an outlet. You promised yourself after your breakup that you wouldnt let him back in your bed but when you opened the door to find him leaning against the door frame, his eyes dark, his arms crossed, you can't help yourself.
In a matter of minutes, he has you naked and on the bed. On your hands and knees facing the mirror across from your bed. He scoots you forward until you're pressed between his body and the footboard. Your fingers digging into the wood as he kisses his way down your spine and back up.
"Watch yourself, angel. Look how pretty you look as I fuck you," he tells you as he reaches around to cup your breasts. Tugging at your nipples and making you moan.
He leans you forward a bit and slowly pushes himself in. That's where the tenderness ends, he becomes ravenous, pulling you up against his solid chest as he fucks you long and hard.
His large hand around your throat, and his other hand between your legs, toying with your clit.
"Taking me so good, made just for me," he growls, nipping at your earlobe.
You're lost in the sensations, barely able to keep your eyes open as you chant his name.
"Eyes open, angel or I won't let you come." He warns and you fight to keep them open.
He brings you closer and closer to your climax, letting you watch as he ruins you before you shatter in his arms, trembling with pleasure.
Keeping a tight hold on you, he flips you over onto your stomach and uses his body to press you into the mattress.
"Not done with you yet, baby. Let's see how many times you can come before I do," he moans, "and then we'll talk about why you ever thought it was a good idea to live without my cock."
MINAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Sweet baby, lord have mercy upon my soul. Forgive me father for I have sinned.
*snorts at funny brain voice* like I would ever move out of Ari’s place. Would he really think I’d let him go? Look at him, firm, juicy bundt cake with a delicious drizzle to finish it off.
The brat in me would definitely try and do it in order to get playful punishment like this 😈
Ari's showing up to your practice to beg you to come with him. And he'll do anything to convince you.
"Come for me, baby," Ari whispers, sucking hard on your clit. You arch off the table, gripping the crinkly paper on it, "I think you need to give me one more. Be a good girl and say yes."
MINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THIS.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hint at edging, hint at squirting, praise - if I missed any let me know.
Not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Around 450 words.
By clicking keep reading, you agree to be 18 years or older!!
“Yes, please.” Pleas fell from your lips, wanting the agony of the edging torture to be over.
“Good girl.” He praised, scissoring his fingers inside your walls. His lips barely having left your clit, the whisper adding to the sensational built of the coil in your stomach.
Ari’s surprise visits always were of an inconvenience and you probably had agreed to something stupid once again. Past visits had included joining a cooking class, skydiving, tantric couple massages, paintball with his friends (with you running around as the target) and pottery classes.
Your back arched of the table and your head dropped back. Both of your hands nestled on top of his head. Your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair with each delightful suck and lick.
His tongue teasing your pussy while his fingers actively pumped and curled inside you. The tip of his nose nudged your clit with a steady rhythm. If Ari Levinson knew one thing in life, it was how to pleasure a woman and make her see stars in every known universe.
The tremble of your legs starting as he kept building up your orgasm. A layered complexity, but one he had precisely measured and was in full control off. Your body reacted to him like it was his own. A blessing and a curse.
“So good.” You panted, “so close.”
A spur on to keep Ari going and letting him know you were almost there. With a flick of his wrist, he rubbed your clit while curling his large fingers inside you. Hovering over your squirming body, pushing down on your lower belly with his free hand.
He loved watching you break for him, around his cock or around his fingers. There was no preference to him as long as you gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, yes, yes. It will always be yes.” You screamed out, cumming all over his hand. Soaking the crinkled paper as he worked hard to extract every last drop from you. Working you through your high as your muscles relaxed again from the intensity.
“You better be home at 17:00 future Mrs. Levinson. Or I’ll be forced to have you agree to another wish of mine.” Ari smiled down at you, kissing your lips and sliding fingers out of your cunt.
“Wait. What?” You hoisted yourself onto your elbows.
“I’ll see you later, future Mrs. Levinson. So we can continue practicing the cervical exam for our honeymoon.” He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, quickly glancing into the mirror before giving you a wink and walking out.
“Did I just agree to getting married?” Dumbfounded you let yourself fall back on to the table, just laying there for a second staring at the ceiling. When you slowly started to smile.
Happiest of birthdays to one of the sweetest, kindest people I know! I love youuu and atop of hoping you have a wonderful day, here's some men who would also like to treat you on this lovely day!😘😏❤️❤️❤️
Enjoy your birthday treats😈😈
Mina, you sweetheart! I adore you and you always provide me with a beautiful All-You-Can-Fuck buffet! Love and thank you for everything. ❤️
Andy was a man of particular tastes and one of the only things that gets him through a meeting is knowing that you're beneath the desk, warming his cock with your mouth.
Today however he has a point to prove, in this meeting with your ex boyfriend Steve, so he has you seated in his lap. Legs spread, warming his cock.
The clenched jaw showed how much Steve didn't like this display of possessiveness. His fist remained tight on the table but there was a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Good to see again, doll. It was nice grabbing coffee the other day," Steve smirked, and you winced as Andy's hands tightened on your waist.
You didn't think he'd bring up randomly running into you at the coffee shop so you hadn't told your men.
"I'm sure Ari will be quite displeased to hear about this," Andy lowly growls in your ear, causing you to clench around him at the promise of punishment, "Let's get on with this Rogers, I have better things to do than this."
"I could help with that? Lord knows she's a handful, maybe three sets of hands would be better than two."
MINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I’m airless already, but this made me completely breathless. THE MAGIC TRIO!!!!
I’ll take Ari’s punishment all day and every day, he could ruin me during business and private hours, I’m not picky at all.
Hello my love, I've come to ask you some questions. I'm obviously incredibly nosy and want alllll the answers. So please humor me🥰 love youuuuuuu💖
1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)
9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?
18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?
35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
I’m so sorry for this massive late reply (January). You can be as nosy as you want. Whether or not I answer accordingly is up to question.
Since this is such a long answer, I’ll put it under a cut.
For the ones who’re waving goodbye here, here’s some disappointed Steve, looking absolutely scrumptious.
For others, keep reading, there will be more snacks at the bottom.
Warning: contains a dark content example, 18+ only, murderous character, murder, human fertilizer, description of body disposal.
1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)
UGH, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I’ll make Ransom and Steve punish you even worse now, but I also know you (and maybe even one of the online mums, fingers crossed they don’t see this) will come for my ass with what I’m about to say if I’m downplaying myself.
Since I’ve been cultivating my best experiences since September 2021. It’s not a matter of one to five stars. You know this, we’ve talked about this on a few occasions. I have an unpopular opinion compared to the masses.
I like what I write, but can I define it between a number from one to five? No, because I write for myself first. If others happen to like it great. I have stories that have over 300 notes, but I also have fics that haven’t even hit 50 notes. I simply don’t care, because I love each story individually and all are a milestone during a certain stage in life for me.
We all have our insecurities about our work and they’re all unfair voices inside our heads because literally everyone curates their artwork from a super hypercritical point of view. We are our own worst enemies and it’s brutal.
9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?
Any Sebastian Stan character and it’s not because I don’t want to, I have a few in my archive that I’ve been working on. I just have been too insecure to share any of it so far.
It’s a combination of elements, the two main ones being; not doing them justice and not enough familiarity.
I love playing around with characteristics, so you keep some and lose some. I know a lot of people fret about not staying with character trades and get pressed about it, I know there are guidelines out there on how to write for certain characters, but seriously fuck that, do what feels right, don’t do something because someone has guidelines for certain characters, it’s literally how they want characters to be fitting in a certain mould of their liking with their preferences. Do what feels right for you and not what would make someone else happy.
I mainly worry about the character not fitting into a certain trope/idea etc.
For instance, let me drabble these two things out real quick, so I can show you what I mean literally and take you on a trip of what happens in my brain a little. And yes I picked a character I know shit about, apart from clips/videos and not even a handful of fics.
Example:
Charles Blackwood was a wealthy man. The entire community knew it and they had all adored him. He owned the best vegetable garden in town and was a generous, sweet and kind man.
Due to his unlimited source of fortune, spending every waking minute taking care of his vegetables. Lovingly singing a tune to the ever so green growing fruits.
Charles loved sharing his produce with everyone who wanted and needed the food. It was never an issue if you needed more than your ideal take.
A nice man devoted to his vegetable garden and feeding the good people of the community with it seems odd to me. I’m not comfortable with writing that and I think it even shows because he sounds like a lovable Disney prince who loves to run in fields of daisies with his beloved basket of veggies.
I have minor knowledge about Charles and you know he creeps me out, a whole lot. So with the minimal facts I have on the man, my brain automatically goes, LET’S MAKE HIM DARK AND LET HIM RUIN US ALL FOR GOOD PURPOSE. He’s not nice. He’s manipulative, an asshole and somewhat of a creep.
Example:
Charles Blackwood was a wealthy man. Old money is where he came from and the entire community knew it. Everyone was aware that he grew his vegetables by day and shovelled and protected his grounds to every extent.
It hadn’t been until you had witnessed it yourself. How he had murdered Sammy Joe and shredded the body and fed the grated flesh to the source of life. The soil in which his beloved vegetable plants grew. A natural fertilizer for his prized fruits of horrible sins.
I loved that one way more and I know I can see the clear difference in my writing. It didn’t fight me, it poured out like it was meant to be. Plus he was true to what I believe Charles is; a not so friendly man with murderous tendencies. This is a man who is in love with his pitchfork and would cherish the murders of his found victims.
I worry more about a character not fitting the mould that I created in my head. I like to keep certain aspects of a character and enlarge them if necessary, but not flip the script 180 degrees and make them something they are not.
My first example doesn’t feel right to me, because I can’t see Charles Blackwood as this nice and lovable man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. If I don’t believe it, how can someone else believe it?
Usually, my brain corrects itself, but sometimes it’s a miss as well. I’ve had those, but it’s all good and I’m not mad about it. Dwelling on it doesn’t work. So learn from the mistake and do better next time. My most powerful advice; listen to your gut, it never lies.
18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?
The wildest one so far, but also not really, is the pure blasphemy Ari fic done for @the-iceni-bitch . The inspiration came after a chat with you actually and the words seemed to flow right out and it was so easy to write that one. All worth it!
I have something else coming which is a cuckolding one, with an unusual pairing for me. One I thought would be something I would never really be comfortable writing, but so far I’m loving where it’s going. So definitely those two, but it’s still on my unfinished wipes pile.
I like to challenge myself and if the brain goes to a certain place naturally I’m all for it because that’s where your wins are as a writer.
35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
Haven’t I rambled enough? Okay…
Choose quality over quantity. Meaning: write what makes you happy, what flows easily and what comes naturally to mind instead of producing stories that are fighting you. Yes, you might be writing less than fellow writers, but who cares? Don’t do it for notes, don’t do it for the consumption of other people. We all want to be adored and loved, but for some people, I feel like it has become a chore when there is a big demand. I’ve been there, it killed my spirit to write so much that I took a 5/6 year hiatus.
Not to shit on anybody here, but with a massive following comes a very high responsibility, which isn’t glorious and most of the time very ugly. Simply because you can’t please them all. Often people don’t realize that there’s an actual person behind the screen who doesn’t lead the same life as you do. To most of us, this is just a hobby that got out of hand.
So hopefully to anyone and everyone, respect yourself and know where your limits lie when it comes to pushing your boundaries. Nobody gains from mental strains.
I think I’ve rambled on enough now and this answer got way out of hand, I’m so sorry!
So here’s some love for the star of the show and some of his friends;
