✨spicy link ✨this is fk!ari you can’t convince me otherwise 😵💫🫠
when I tell you I’m up at night thinking about this like god damn
oh my 😵💫 you're so right
You've lost count of how many positions he's put you in and after the most recent one, you're surprised you could still breathe. Even now the oxygen feels thin, as though he's still above you, squishing you into the mattress as he pounds into your cunt.
His deep groans pull you under, small gasps puffing from your swollen lips as your head falls in the crook of his elbow. You manage a weak cry of his name as he slips a finger alongside his cock, stretching your sore hole even wider.
"Look at yourself, sugar, so damn pretty." He murmurs against your cheek, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. "Aren't you glad you stayed home with me?"
Your yes comes out more like a whisper but Ari hears you loud and clear.
"Think you could take another?" His hips stutter when you clench around him tightly, nearly suffocating him, "f-fuck, you gotta relax, sugar."
When Ari convinced you to call in sick today, you assumed that you'd have a relaxing day in, maybe watch a few movies and order food from that new restaurant you've been wanting to try. You didn't expect an hours-long fuckfest where he had you on every surface of his trailer, pounding every thought from your head, pumping you full of his seed twice already, and making you come far more than that.
"You wanna try for me, baby?" He rasps, kissing down your sweaty neck, taking out his fingers to gather his previous load and smear it up to your swollen clit, "gonna let daddy stuff your pretty cunt until you can't take anymore?"
"I-I can try," you whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks, "but you're, uh—so b-big, daddy."
"I know, sugar, daddy knows. But look at you," He keeps your head facing towards the mirror, "look how fuckin' pretty you are when you're all used and dumb—daddy wants to see just how pretty you could get. Is that okay?"
Here it is !! Flamingo King snippet for part 7, originally from part 6 but moved to the epilogue/bonus chapter 🦩❤️🔥 I’ve never loved a fic this much and am so thankful for all of your support !! I hope you all enjoy 🥰🫶
“Hey, sugar, you know you don’t gotta knock.”
“I just thought it would only be fair for tonight.” You shyly hold out a bouquet of flowers, vibrant red and yellow tulips from the best florist in the city. “These are for you. I was thinkin’ we could stop by the bakery after dinner? They brought back your favourite pie and I told them to save us a good one.”
Ari stands there for a moment, looking between you and the flowers. Then, he slaps the door, “awh shit, that was today? I thought—” he groans, “I thought it was tomorrow, Friday right?”
“Today is Friday.”
“Shit.” He curses, “The Den has been a fuckin’ zoo with all the college kids being back in town, my brain is fried and my eyes fuckin’ hurt from staring at a screen all day. Aside from bartending, Curtis has us doing all this paperwork and—” he shoulders sag, “nevermind. No need to be standing out there, come in, baby.”
The light flickers on and you can finally see him properly.
Eyeglasses are on the tip of his nose, his hair is messy and pulled out of his face with a small clip, one you recognize from your small vanity at home. His normally glowy skin is dull and tired, and dark bags make his eyes appear sunken into his face.
You’ve seen him dishevelled, but nothing this exhausted.
He’s still as pretty as ever, but just so terribly tired.
“Give me a few minutes, I’ll get ready quickly.” Then he’s off to his bedroom, abandoning his laptop and coffee table cluttered with dirty dishes, and plenty of papers.
A blanket and pillow that used to occupy his big, comfy bed are on the couch, along with a spare t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His record player is off, no slow rock song filling his trailer like usually.
You hear several slams and bangs before peeking into his bedroom and it’s a mess, far worse than the living room. Clothes skewed over his bed, the laundry bin overflowing and more stacks of empty dishes on his nightstands, although outnumbered by takeout containers.
Ever since you met Ari, he took pride in his spotless home and kept his things organized. He was diligent with weekly cleans, and often reminded you of laundry day so you could do your chores together.
It’s been quite wild for you too from sports season and the rush of people coming in after school or work. Even Andy had to hire new staff just to keep up with the hoard of customers.
Despite being busy, you’ve still made time for each other, going out for late night ice cream, or hanging out in your trailer watching movies on the laptop that you got for a massive discount (from a particular blond cutie with a goatee). But you haven’t been over in a few days, a week at most, and you didn’t know it was this bad.
“Ari.”
“Hold on!” he calls out, digging through his dressers as clothes fall to the floor.
“Ari.”
“Where the fuck are my jeans?” He sweeps through the hangers again, squinting behind his glasses, “Why do I have so many flannels?”
You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Pressing your cheek against his bare back, you can feel his rigid muscles under his skin. Poor baby, he’s so overworked and drained, yet he was still trying to put you first.
“We don’t have to go tonight.”
“We do. You got all dolled up and bought me flowers. You were gonna wine and dine me, and you can’t do that if we’re stuck in this pigsty.”
You squeeze him tighter, refusing to let go. You know he could easily overpower you, throw you on the bed and continue getting ready. But instead, he just sinks into your touch, slumping over and bracing himself on the dresser.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sugar.”
“Don’t be.”
He always took care of you. Making sure you ate during the day, stayed hydrated and out of the harsh sun. He wouldn’t eat until you took a first bite, and always put snacks and water in your bag before you went to work. Sometimes on his days off, he’d get into your trailer by using the key you gave him and tidy up, wanting you to come home and be able to relax.
Ari has done so much for you.
It takes a few more kisses, some affectionate squeezing and running your hands up and down his chest for him to turn around.
His eyebrows are knotted tight, and a deep solemn frown plays on his lips. You notice his beard is thicker too, a smidge longer than his usual trim.
“I’m so tired—I don’t know what the hell is happening.” He sags forward, slinging his arms over your shoulders and tugging you closer.
You turn your head, kissing his bicep. “Wanna talk about it?”
He shrugs. “It’s work, work and work. That’s all I fuckin’ do now. I love The Den and working with my friends, and it always gets busy this time of year but shit…” he huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. “It was fine before because I had nothin’ else to do but now I have you.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, “You're my girl—how the hell can I give you the attention, time and love that you deserve if I can’t even remember what day it is?”
Your heart aches as you stare into his disappointed blue eyes. Framed by thick lashes, they blink so slowly and sleepily.
“I don’t—I refuse to lose you because of something stupid like this.”
“You’re not going to lose me over one missed date.” You promise, meaning every word.
He chuckles dryly and turns back around to search through the closet again. “It starts like that. Then it’s another and another, and soon we aren’t even seeing each other for days at a time and resort to texts and five minute calls.” He rambles, “And then we’re just two strangers who had something great and you’re gonna get swept off your feet by some douchebag who can’t even remember your favourite colour. While you’re off with him in a big and bright city, I’m gonna be an old man still at The Den, talking about how I lost the girl of my dreams to drunk guys who have a million better things to do—”
“—would you be quiet!”
He looks over his shoulder with wide eyes.
“We aren’t going, so put down those jeans and sit on your bed.” You cross your arms.
Ari doesn’t move, his long fingers still clutching the denim. “Uh—”
“Shush.” You snatch the jeans from his hands and toss it on the dresser, and point to the unmade bed. “Go. Now.”
“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, cautiously walking around you to his bedroom. With a heavy breath, he plops on the mattress, leaning back with his legs spread wide.
His thin shorts ride up his thick thighs, displaying the built muscle and coarse hair. Quickly glancing over his shameless bulge, you admire his cute tummy and the chain dangling between his pecs.
You step towards him, cupping his bearded face in your hands and squishing his cheeks, making his lips pucker. “You have to take a break or else you’re gonna burn out.”
His eyes close peacefully, your touch silencing all of those pesky worries and looming fears. He was normally very reflective about his thoughts, and kept those stupid, useless, noisy ones to himself.
One of your hands moves to his hair, taking out the clip and running your fingers through the dark strands. “You always take care of me. You’re always so sweet and attentive, the best daddy I could’ve ever asked for.” You say softly and lean down, gently pulling his head back to kiss his cheek, trailing closer to his pink, plump lips. “Now I wanna take care of you.”
A low groan rumbles from his chest, “yeah, baby? You gonna take care of daddy tonight?”
“Mhm.” You hum with a chaste kiss. “Work out all those knots in your back, clear your head…” Your hands fall to his shoulders, tenderly pressing into the tense muscles. “Tonight is all about you, daddy. You deserve it.”
It’s about time we get back to the hot and steamy Flamingo Trailer Park !! The posting date would be earlier but your girl has exams 🥸 I hope you’re all as excited as me 🤩 pls feel free to share your thoughts !!
Waking up trailerpark!Ari with oral and losing your voice for a while due to your enthusiasm and his stamina. Once he realises he’s smirking like the devil and promising to make you cum over and over until your voice comes back.
His door is always open.
is a lost voice kink a thing ?? Well now it is, and Ari definitely has it 😳
“C’mon, say somethin’ for me, baby.”
You only mange a choked utterance of his name, body trembling beneath him, slick with sweat, spit and his cum. Your pretty bed sheets are now filthy—and he knows you’ll complain since you just washed them.
But it’s all a part of the plan to get you in his trailer, safe and sound in his big bed for the long weekend. You were only next door, but sometimes it felt like miles away.
You try once more to say something, anything but you can’t. Your eyes brim with tears, bottom lip trembling.
Ari sighs softly, slapping the thick head of his cock on your swollen button, “can’t you do better than that, sugar? Daddy misses your voice.”
Your jaw drops open in a silent moan as he presses against you, his heavy length slipping between your weepy folds. You’re so sensitive, twitching and silently whining with every slow rock of his hips.
“You can barely speak but you still sound so pretty.” He drags his hips back, then forward again, his head drawn low to watch your petals spread around his girth, coating him in your cream. The bulbous tip catches on your hole, barely breaching before your thighs attempt to shut.
“Big” is what he thinks you mean to say, but you’re vocal cords are destroyed.
He smirks, grabbing his length to trace your fuckhole, leaving a trail of pre cum. “Try to say something.”
By some miracle, this time you can, “daddy, f-fuck m—” your voice gives out halfway.
Ari smirks, hooking your legs over his hips and crawling over you like a predator stalking a prey. “That’s my good girl, daddy’s gonna make you ruin your fresh sheets, hope that’s okay.”
You mouthed no with the cutest pout, but Ari pretends he doesn’t understand. So, you resort to shoving him away—a delightful smile blooming on your face as he manhandles you, holding both your ankles over one of his broad shoulders. He keeps you pinned there, moving the rest of you to lie comfortably on your plush and clean pillows.
If you could speak, he knows you’d be giggling.
“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you.” He chuckles, spitting down on your cunt before swirling it around your clit with his cock. “Guess that it’s fine—or else you would have said something.”
i have no idea how to add a link to an ask 😭😭😭 but reader sleeping in FK!Ari's shirt and those little white panties w a bow in the front and him just like fiddling with the box the whole night ( when he's not slipping his hand inside them ) !!
(this might help you figure out how to add a link !!) me thinks Ari loves to cup you through your panties
You’re both lounging on the couch, watching television, and trying to survive the heat hence the little clothing. You’re snuggling all close, sipping your respective drinks (Ari has beer and you have a cherry cola).
You’re unable to sit still as he fiddles with the little bow on your panties.
Ari finds it almost comforting to ✨hold✨ you, to feel your warmth against his skin and the wetness of the cotton.
He pets you delicately, being a damn tease and pretending he doesn’t hear you breath deepen. Those thick fingers trace up and down your clothed slit, making your panties all sticky and messy.
“Aw, you make a mess, sugar?” He gently slaps your cunt, wet noises filling the trailer. He brings his hand to the light, showing off the slick coating his fingers. “Look at that, got me all dirty… and your new panties too.” Another swat lands on your pussy, but this time with more force. “Daddy just got you these, and now they’re ruined, huh?”
“S-Sorry, daddy.” You whimper, gnawing on the straw of your drink. He slaps your core again and you let out a squeak.
“Are you? I don’t know if I believe you.” He tsks. “I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you pretty gifts, these cute little panties, and you make a stupid mess in ‘em. Is that any way to thank me, baby?” He doesn’t give you time to reply before yanking the gusset to the side, exposing your soaked cunt. “Look at that creamy little hole…”
You whine as he just stares at your most sensitive spot. Your thighs threaten to shut when he drops to his knees, inching closer as his hot breath fans over your wet folds.
“You gonna apologize, ya dumb little baby?” Ari quirks a brow, dipping low enough to press a kiss to your petals, almost sweetly. “Awh, poor girl. Wish you could see how dumb you look right now. Your head is empty already, huh?”
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRDkRrEM/ no bc who in ur ce characters could this be,,,, i could see fk!Ari,,, or checkpoint!jake,,,,, even cl!steve sksjdjf just soft for their girlies <3
AHH definitely fk!ari !!
“Oh, Curtis is gonna be so fuckin’ jealous.” Ari laughs and leans against the wall, “is this homemade?” He pulls out a large muffin.
You nod quickly. “Yup! I worked at a bakery for a bit, picked up a few things.”
You close the basket on your bicycle, ready to ride back home and cook dinner. Ari had texted you and asked if you could bring him lunch, he said it was in the fridge. All you saw was a plain sandwich and a bottle of pop.
That was a big no.
You couldn’t let your boyfriend suffer like that, Ari was a big guy with an appetite to match, he deserved the best meals whenever he pleased. And you just loved cooking for him too.
“You wear sunscreen?” Your nod earns you several sweet kisses. Ari cups your cheek, barely dipping his tongue between your lips. “Mhm, thank you for making and bringing my lunch, sugar.” He nibbles your bottom lip, “practicing for when I make you my housewife?”
You snort and fist his chain, keeping him close. “I don’t need practice—I’m wife material already.”
“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” He groans against your lips, peppering kisses across your cheek to your jaw, “I should probably get back to work. I’ll be home around the regular time, okay?” He says that but his actions are different, and he nuzzles into your neck, sighing in content. “I love you, baby—but everything better be cleaned and a warm dinner should be on the table.”
You giggle, shoving him away before he could tickle you with his beard. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes gleam, “oh, you don’t wanna say that again.”
“Why not, sir?”
His hand slips down to your ass, roughly groping your flesh before landing a harsh spank. It’s forceful enough to send you crashing into his firm chest. “Unless you want that to be your little cunt, I suggest you take your pretty self back home and wait for daddy, yeah?”
Idk why the idea of Fk ari not having it when reader wants to go get some things from the grocery store late at night alone. Like she’s craving some ice cream so she’s like “im gonna go buy some brb” and ari is just like ?????? Wait for me ???? And she’s like “ill be quick stay here” and he’s just “absolutely fucking not im going or no ice cream”
omg yes !!
"It's just down the road—"
"I don't care!" Comes Ari's muffled voice.
Just a second ago, he was lounging on the couch in his grey sweats, strumming away at his guitar while you did a puzzle on the floor. Then, you spotted your designated ice cream mug (a thrifted mug with a crude cat painting) on the shelf. For a split second, you got excited for some ice cream before you went to bed, but then you remembered you had finished the tub yesterday.
The only option to feed this abrupt craving? Late night ice cream run.
You were fine going alone. It didn't make sense for Ari to get dressed to come along when you could just take your bike and be back within ten minutes at max.
"Look, you either wait a fuckin' minute, or you don't go at all and I'll go pick it up alone."
"That doesn't make sense!"
"It doesn't have to. Stop pouting, I don't have to see you to know you're doing it."
Your frown disappears. "So bossy..."
You roll on the heels of your feet, cocking your head at the quarter-finished puzzle on the floor. It was a peaceful garden with plenty of colourful flowers and too much green. Over half the pieces were different shades of green. It was going to take a while to complete.
"Oh please, I know you love it." He emerges from the bedroom in jeans with messy hair, and his shirt half-buttoned. He goes to the kitchen and swings open the fridge, then the freezer and the cabinets. "We need to go grocery shopping anyway."
"I was gonna go to the convenience store!"
"And now we're going to the grocery store." He swiftly replies, and takes out several reusable bags, "they have more ice cream flavours anyway—and they have the good ones."
You fall back onto the couch dramatically, "Ugh, but I don't wanna walk around for thirty minutes."
"I'll carry you if I have to." Ari slips on his shoes, stuffing his wallet into his pocket. "Pick a hat for me, sugar."
You begrudgingly point to the pink trucker one with the worn brim, and he puts it on his head, holding back his long brown hair.
"Well, get up then!" He promptly yanks you up, making you crash into his chest with a squeak. "Let's get you all your snacks too, baby, you still like those little gummies?"
Oooh imagine trailer park ari fucks you so good that the whole trailer rocks back and forth and because there’s basically no soundproofing everyone in the park knows how good you get kicked down 🫠🫠🫠 resulting in some gossip and his size, how good he is etc.
Or he has his little spot outside where he has a little chair, he sits on it and sips his beer. And come night time when the air is cooler and the stars are out, he encourages you to sit on his lap. “Come sit on my lap honeybee” Hand slowly sliding up your dress and into your panties. “Wet already little one?”
Help! 😖😖😖😖
I LOVE DIRTY TRAILER DADDY !!
He makes you sit in his lap all the time, especially in front of the other guys, he slips his hand up your thigh and fiddles with the fringes of the denim.
“You having fun, sugar?” He asks, his beard rough against the back of your shoulder. The fire pit crackles in the background amongst the chatter of your friends and neighbours.
You stare down at your slushie—the same one Ari picked up for you before coming back from work. “Yeah, this is a good way to finish the week.”
Ari hums in agreement, slouching further in his seat and tugging you flush against his chest, more importantly his crotch. He keeps you pinned there, one hand snug between your thighs, nearly cupping your core through your shorts. “I’ve got the whole weekend off… and you smell really good.”
You squirm when he nibbles on the back of your neck, tickling you with his thick facial hair. “I used your soap—stop it, Ari!” You giggle.
“I love it when you smell like me.” He rasps, his fingers slipping up your shorts, right in front of everyone else. “Almost as much as I love smelling like you, honeybee.”
Ok so bestieim thinking a thot about flamingo king
Summers at the trailer park gets hot as hell and of course you’ve gotta cool down somehow and working at the gas station means you get discounts on ice cream and stuff
How many popsicles are you able to eat until you realise Ari is not only looking at you through the windows you have facing each other, but he’s been jerking himself off to it for an indeterminate amount of time?
this 😵💫😵💫 allow me to set this in the future and fully indulge in his filthy ways, i suppose you can also consider this a spoiler for future characters too (even though his name is in the masterlist):
It’s another late evening in the trailer park, you’re lying on the lounge chairs next to a sleepy Natasha, snacking on your third popsicle of the night.
This was a regular thing between you, your friends/Ari’s friends. Just a casual hang out by someone’s fire pit, this time it was Curtis’. The dwindling flames barely allow enough light to see your popsicle, hence the current mess dripping all over you.
You loved doing this. Chatting, telling endless stories and growing close under the summer sunset. Even though Natasha was slumped over, snoring softly and Curtis, Carol and Andy were currently passed out on a blanket on the ground, while empty beer cans surround them like a bed.
With the sugar flowing through your system, you don’t feel tired at all. Humming to yourself, you stare up at the bright stars while suckling on the cherry treat.
Ari, on the other hand, is not as relaxed. He hasn’t been since you sucked your fingers clean of the blueberry popsicle.
Calmly, your gaze falls on him. And in the dark, you notice the faint motions of his hand under his sweat pants, his bicep flexing with each pump of his clenched fist. He’s biting his lip, dark eyes locked on your face as he speeds up, muted groans fill the open air.
Your lips freeze, locked around the cold treat as it drips down your chin and hand.
Ari curses, haphazardly pulling down the band of his pants and exposing his hard cock, leaking and flushed a bright red just like your popsicle. “Keep going, sugar, daddy isn’t done yet.”
