A round of 😈 monstrous love for your event! How about Ari + orc + huuuge creampie 😏😶🌫️
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so stuffed full
pairing: orc!ari levinson x female reader
summary: your orc makes sure to breed you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, monsterfucking and teratophilia, piv sex, unprotected sex, huge creampie, breeding kink (with the aim of getting pregnant), come inflation, come play, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, vaginal fingering, size kink/size difference, check-ins, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (little one), aftercare, established relationship
word count: 900
a/n: ahh thank you for sending in this prompt, Siri!!! this fic ended up being a little softer/sweeter than i initially thought it'd be, but it's still very, very smutty 😈 and i had fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy!!
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“You can take more, can’t you, little one?” your big orc, Ari Levinson, asked, grinning.
But you were too lost in a haze of pleasure, swaying in his lap and marveling at the way Ari’s tusks dug appealingly into his bearded cheeks. You had to marvel at how the handsome monster had chosen you to be his.
Since you didn’t respond, Ari’s grin dimmed, and he cupped your face in his big hand, cooing urgently, “Little one?”
“More,” you rasped, your voice husky with need, blinking through the clouds in your mind to meet Ari’s crystal blue gaze. You offered him a weak smile. “I can always take more for you, my love.”
Another grin stole across Ari’s handsome face, dawning like the sun on a summer’s day. He ducked down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, careful of his tusks as he worshipped your mouth with his own. You adored the way he held you, the reverence in his hands and lips.
“You’re going to look so beautiful swelling with my young, little one,” Ari murmured against your mouth, his palms skimming appreciatively down your body to settle on your hips.
Your thighs were spread wide across his lap, your body already impaled on his big cock, but he managed to pull you down another inch, making you cry out, your head lolling back as pleasure suffused your body in a growing warmth, one that was building to a decimating climax.
Ari lifted your body up with his strong, careful grip, until only the tip of his impossibly thick cock remained inside your tight cunt. He gave you a mere second to prepare before he yanked you down roughly on his cock, making you scream as he split you open, shoving even deeper into your body.
The tip of his cock bullied to your cervix, and the sharp sting of pain mixing with overwhelming pleasure had your body clenching tight around him. You sobbed as he shoved you mercilessly toward your release, your body shaking in his hands.
“Oh fuck,” Ari grunted, his thick arms bulging, his muscles tensing. His face was contorted with exquisite ecstacy, and he groaned so loudly, you felt it down to your toes. “Feels like you’re suckling my cock, little one—like your body’s begging for my seed.”
“Please, Ari,” you gasped, fingers clinging to the curves where his wide neck met his broad shoulders. You lifted your head just enough to catch his eye. “Fuck me—fill me. I can take it. Give it to me, please!”
“As you wish, little one,” Ari growled, smirking before he tightened his grip on your body and lifted you up again, pulling you back down on his cock in a brutal thrust.
His strength rattled you down to your bones, but he was careful—always careful—so he didn’t hurt you beyond what you enjoyed. And you enjoyed it immensely to be split open on his cock, your body an instrument for pleasure.
Your orc set a merciless pace, using your body like it was his own personal fuck doll, pounding into you until you were screaming your release. Ari let out a vicious roar, overcome by the way your pussy clasped his cock so tightly, and he rutted into you harder, fucking you through your peak.
A moment later, he choked out a grunt, shoving his dick into your pussy, the tip bullying deep into your body, and he growled his pleasure as he came. His thick cock pumped rope after rope of seed into your body, filling your womb until you felt the pressure of fullness in your lower belly.
Still hazy from your own release, you looked down between your bodies, finding your belly bloated with your orc’s cum. You rubbed your hand reverently over the bump, and Ari grunted, his cock twitching inside you as he emptied one last load into your body.
Ari’s large, green hand settled over yours on your belly, and he practically purred at the sight.
“So pretty, little one, so stuffed full of my cum,” he cooed, capturing your lips in a kiss, his tusks shifting in a smile. “Soon it will be my young in here,” he murmured, pressing your hands tighter to your stomach, making you squirm restlessly in his lap. “It’s the greatest honor of my life to breed you, my love, and raise our child together.”
At those words, you melted into Ari’s arms, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. Your bloated belly pressed against his, and you felt his cum begin to leak from your body.
Not wanting it to go to waste, Ari fingered his cum back into your pussy, pressing his thick digits in alongside his softening shaft. Desire bloomed once again in your core, and you rocked your hips instinctively on his thrusting fingers, coaxing his cock back to full hardness.
You rode your orc’s cock until you both came again, Ari pulling out and painting you with his cum. He cleaned you up with his fingers, shoving them into your mouth or your well-used pussy, filling you with his seed until you were so drunk on pleasure, you couldn’t move.
Later, you fell asleep in Ari Levinson’s arms, your body so stuffed full and wrapped safely in his hold. You looked forward to your future with your orc, and the family you would build together.
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Not Fast, Possibly Furious
Pairing: Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Summary: All you want to do is treat your boyfriend to a nice trip, but things aren’t going your way. Ransom thinks he knows just what to do to clear your mind.
Word count: 1,564
Content/warnings: MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY, smut, swears, kissing, a little bit of an argument and frustrated behavior, probably poor handling of emotions but let’s be real a lot of us would do the same thing, brief depictions of unprotected p in v sex, semi-public car sex, surprisingly soft Ranny, independent reader, me not knowing anything about cars
A/N: It’s been a long time coming! Thank you so much for this prompt, Siri! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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At least the weather was nice. That’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, and Ransom, from where you were pulled off on the side of the road, scrambling under the hood of your old SUV.
After several attempts of pleading with your puppy dog eyes, you had finally convinced your boyfriend to let you surprise him with a weekend getaway to a place unknown. And boy, was that quite the difficult feat. Especially since he kept pushing back, saying he’d drive, even though you knew that was his sly attempt to figure out the destination. Ransom could never stand being left out of the loop, even when it was for something planned specifically with his pleasure in mind. The way he was going about it now was fun and playful at first, but then the smoke billowing from the engine of your car quickly put an end to that mood.
As you pulled over, you expected to see Ransom’s annoyed, told-you-so face, but instead, his brows were knitted together, mostly with concern. Before he could even open his mouth to suggest a solution, you were already out of the vehicle and investigating the issue.
At this point you’d lost track of how long you’d been working and finally believed you figured out what was wrong. At least you hoped so. A couple more failed attempts and you were about ready to have a conniption.
You peered out from behind the hood and looked at Ransom where he now sat in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, give it a go.”
As Ransom turned the key in the ignition, your hands flew to your hears. Loud chugs and sputtering were followed by a high-pitched screech of something, and then nothing. The engine reached a halt with a hiss.
In frustration, you groaned and looked up at the sky and then over at your boyfriend whose emotions were evidently feeding off of yours. Even through all of this, though, Ransom was trying so hard to make sure he kept his sass in check as to not offend you. He really appreciated the gesture of what you were trying to do this weekend and didn’t want to appear ungrateful or as if he didn’t believe in your capabilities, but before he could even think, the words just slipped out.
“Er, is it supposed to make that noise?”
What a mistake. All he heard was a clank of metal as you threw down a socket wrench onto the asphalt and stomped toward the grassy treeline just off the side of the road. When he got out of the driver’s seat and came around the hood to look at you, your hands were on your head, eyes squeezed shut in frustration, with the faintest glimmer, from what he could only assume were tears, running down your cheeks. Your wet lashes fluttered open and Ransom swore that look could kill.
“Of course it’s fucking not, Hugh!”
The last thing on Ransom’s mind right now was the mud underneath his loafers as he rushed towards you in an attempt to placate and plead for a tow truck.
“Sweetheart, I… didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that we’ve been at this for the better part of an hour and I don’t see your car going anywhere. Physically or repair-wise.”
His hands gently held your arms.
“Let me call a tow truck. I went to school with a kid whose family owned a company. We’ll get a good deal if you insist on paying for it.”
You scowled at him and swatted his hands away.
“I’m independent, Drysdale, not stupid. And I have insurance, anyway. But you touch that phone and you’re a dead man.”
You began storming back to the car.
“But if you just let me-“
Ransom attempted to reach for your hand but you shook it off, whipped around, and pointed a cautionary finger at him.
“Listen to me. This car, I paid for by myself. School, I got into by myself. And this trip, is something I planned on my own. So you saying for me to hand the problems, ones not unlike what I’ve faced my entire life, to somebody else, is not the way I operate. I never had that luxury and I don’t need it. You’re acting like I don’t have this under control and that you don’t believe in me. And that’s the last thing I need from my boyfriend when I’m doing my best.”
Ransom bit the inside of his lower lip and thought for a second, carefully choosing the right words to proceed. If you were anyone else, he would’ve thrown it right back just as hard. He knows you’ve worked for everything you have and he knows he had it easy his whole life. He had to go about this the right way.
“Sweetheart.”
His voice was low, genuine.
“I’m offering to make it easier on you. Not because I don’t believe in your capabilities, it’s just that I want to make sure a moment together for us isn’t wasted. Especially not with you cursing out an old engine when instead, we can be pressed close in bed. Okay?”
Before you could even protest, he had you wrapped up tight against him in his arms. He held you firmly, one hand bracing your head, the other rubbing up and down on your back. You could feel your shoulders relaxing just barely before he tilted your heads back and his eyes searched yours.
“So how about this: you get one more try to fix this, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll call AAA, have them give us a tow back to my place, and we’ll figure out essentials and take the Beamer. Deal?”
You sighed in his hold, pressing your forehead against his for a second as you thought. When you tilted your head back up, Ransom took inventory of your face, the look of contemplation, still with a hint of frustration running through it. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your lips that he realized was far too chaste for your liking when you chased his lips and whined as he pulled away.
A gentle thumb brushed your cheek while a smirk slowly took over his face. His eyes darkened, and he smiled with mischief that you knew all too well, but your brain was quickly growing fuzzy, dazed.
“Ah, is that what you need? A little something to work out this pent-up frustration?”
You panted lightly through parted lips and nodded, looking urgently into his eyes as you let out the breathiest affirmation to his question. He nodded in acknowledgment.
“I should’ve recognized it sooner. Get in the back seat.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails running up the back of his scalp until you reached the longer patch of the quiff on the top of Ransom’s head. You gripped firmly and yanked him upwards, met with him face-to-face after pulling him out from where the condensation was gathering against your neck.
His pupils were blown, lips parted in a groan that quickly grew into that smarmy smirk. His one hand continued its work between your bodies, the other bracing him against the seat to hold him above you. You could feel his thrusts growing sloppy, yet holding no less power. He was pushing himself to give you what you needed and it was paying off. He could tell by the way your knees squeezed his sides, making his smile grow even more. He could feel the way you gripped him tighter, your whole body pulling his into it.
“You close?”
All you could do was nod, words eluding you as you used your hold on him to shove his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Like that display of affection was the final nudge, you tipped over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a wave of warmth, your body convulsing as Ransom pushed for a final few thrusts and came with you. The lip lock was broken with the groans of you both coming down from the high, but small pecks kept you close as you pet your fingers over the back of his hair.
You smiled up at Ransom, having almost forgotten your worries in the pleasure he was able to give you. But instead of being in a post orgasmic haze, it was like the storm of anger that had previously clouded your judgement had cleared and your gaze shot wide.
In concern, your boyfriend looked between your eyes, worry etching into his features as he brushed strands of sweaty hair out of your face.
“What? What is it, sweetheart?”
Snapped out of the moment of intimacy, you pushed his shoulders back, finding your shorts to shimmy them back on your body, still partially underneath your boyfriend’s.
Ransom sat there paralyzed on his knees, watching you pull yourself together just enough to go back outside the car, ignoring his inquisition. His bare ass was still in the breeze as you slipped your shoes on, trying not to lose the light bulb that went off in your head, and opened the car door.
You quickly turned back to him for a peck and paused for a second where he thought you might realize how quickly you just left him there, but all you said was, “It’s gotta be the spark plugs!”
Bonus a/n: heheheheh😈 we love a babe who likes to distract you to clear your mind. And when the rich brat gets a good head on his shoulders.
Do you have a lil tidbit about him that you can share? 🤏🏻🤭
Sadly, I don't have anything written down yet, but I can give you a few highlights if you'd like.
You are the best friend of Ari's wife, the very one who'd been almost drugged/drugged in Ari's club.
The man taken out by Ari and his wife is lucky that Curtis didn't get his hands on him.
Curtis has wanted you since he first saw you walk into the Ari's office with Ari's wife, but he also values his position as Ari's right hand too much to ever think of touching you (outside his private thoughts anyway).
He's the one who takes care of you as you come off the drugs/recover from the incident.
When he does get his chance with you, he actually wants to treat you unlike the others he's had before. He wants to be gentle.
Yet, that all changes when you challenge his prowess.
Good luck ever getting rid of him after he's had you because you're his and he's going to make sure you never want or need for anything again.
Still thinking up a few key details. I need to decide if you were actually drugged or almost drugged, but I should hopefully have the fuller piece to this soon.
Also thinking up ways to write more for Mob Boss!Ari, too. 🫣
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My firtst hoe-ask! 🤗 I'm very happy, also please don't judge me on my English or writing abbility. This hoe is trying, ok? 🥹
The morning light was creeping inside through the thin drapes giving everything in the messy bedroom a soft golden glow. Your brain, in all of it hungover fog, assessed the situation: nice soft bed, very warm weightet blanket, big muscular arm draped over you ... Hold on! What in the everloving -
This huge bearded guy, attached to mentioned arm, chuckled. "I can hear your brain work, little bird." You looked at that amused, handsome face. Your best friend's face. Oh. Oh! "Curtis?" He smiled wide and warm, leaned over and kissed you. Your brain malfunctioned on the spot. "You sang to me so beautifully last night." His voice dropped an octave."Can you sing to me again, my little bird?"
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Siri! Thanks for gracing me with this! I’ll admit, this one made me think for a bit. But! I think I narrowed it down to one guy…
Andrew Barber.
I imagine it’s a few years after his wife and son pass, he’s just gotten so in the habit of submerging himself in his work that he’s letting his life pass too. You, his steady assistant, want to break him out of that mental rut. Maybe you're not completely unexpected, but seen more so as off limits
Maybe clear his schedule for the day. Buy him lunch. A nice note on his desk. A note that he sees is maybe less innocent than what meets the eye. That little heart at the end of it… oh yeah, he’s got a new focus. You. Maybe when you go to leave for the night, you ask if there’s anything else you can do for him on this weird day. Andy has a couple ideas.
I also think a drabble of that might look like this!
1,561 words… oops (TW: mentions of dead wife/kid, mentions of divorce, NSFW behavior [employee/boss relationship, innuendos of sexual favors, gettin horny!, ‘sir’ kink, dom/sub vibes if u squint])
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Mr. Barber worked hard. Harder than any other person you’d ever met.
As his assistant, you saw all of it. The countless meetings, his phone going off all the time, his email being connected to yours and the amount of messages he got was enough to send you to the brink. His life revolved around work, and you saw it chip away at him.
“Mr. Barber, I have that meeting right after your lunch moved to next Wednesday,” Your fingers tapped away at your keyboard, reorganizing his calendar and clearing out emails.
Andy shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under his body weight. He was wearily leaning against his desk as he reread paperwork. He sighed, glanced up at you with confusion, and ran his hand back through his brown hair, “What? Why?”
“Ms. Williams sends her condolences, Mr. Barber.” Your fingers lightly tapped the plastic of your laptop. You looked up from your screen, internally wincing as realization flickered over his face.
“Oh.” Andy breathed out. He didn’t look particularly sad, not anymore than he had previously, but more so resigned, “Right. Yes.”
He cleared his throat -- you held back on doing the same -- and took in another deep breath. It was the four year anniversary of his wife and son’s passing.
Andy clicked his tongue, blowing out a breath through his teeth. You watched him try to refocus on his papers, but it was uninspiring even to the most dedicated DA's. The stiffness you felt in the room might’ve been your own discomfort with it all. You only started working for him two and a half years ago, so you never met his family. But from everything you saw, you would have never known he’d been married had it not been for others telling you.
No wedding ring. No photos. No talk of his family. Hell, he didn’t even date! And you only knew that much because he told you once if he did date you would have to schedule it for him (“You know my weeks better than I do.”)
“I was going to go pick up some lunch, Mr. Barber, would you like anything?” You stood from your chair in the corner, already tucking your laptop away into your bag. Really, it was the least you could do for the man. Today couldn’t have been easy for him.
“Oh, sure, yes. Thank you.” He stood as well, fishing his credit card from his wallet, “Just the little place off 34th? Yeah?”
Nodding, you waved off his card, “I’ve got it, sir, don’t worry. Club sandwich with chips?”
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The wait wasn’t long at the restaurant, long enough to allow you to clear his entire afternoon. It was just a few meetings moved, a few emails you directed towards other people in the cases, a few little tweaks to give Andy the afternoon off he deserved.
Unfortunately by giving him the day off, you gave yourself a few more errands to run. Twas the balance you’d have to maintain.
You walked quickly through the building towards his office, two bags in hand. When you managed the door open with your elbow, you noticed Andy wasn’t there.
That was a little odd. He was usually good about keeping you updated. But, whatever, you mentally waved it off again. He could be peeing, getting a drink, or even just taking a short wander. It didn’t matter.
“Jeez, Barber…” you grumbled to yourself as you cleared an area on his desk. You paused as you grabbed a larger stack of papers, the text already adorned with three different colors of pen and highlighter and multiple sticky notes. If you filed it now you wouldn’t have to do it later… but that also meant you’d have less time to make your appointments.
“Ah, fuck it.” With a reserved huff, you stacked multiple groups of papers in the ‘to be sorted’ wire bin. A later you problem.
You fished out his sandwich and chips and the extra little sugar cookie, placing them all nicely in the middle of his desk. Grabbing a red pen and a blank sticky note, you scribbled out “Enjoy! <3” with a smiley face and star.
And with that, you reached for your own sandwich as well. Which you’d have to eat in the car.
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Andy hated how you probably saw him.
The widowed guy with a dead ex-wife and a dead kid. And it’s not like he could say anything about it. Hell, most other people felt more upset about it all than he did!
The one aspect he missed most was his son, but even his son’s memory had been slowly degraded in his mind.
Right before either of them passed, he and his ex wife had been mid divorce. Well, none of the paper work had started yet, but they were already amicably split. Their son had gotten more verbally aggressive in the five-ish years before as well, yelling and lashing out. When he was at his house Andy felt like if he stepped wrong he was getting yelled at.
Though their deaths stunned him, he wasn’t grieving anymore. He hadn’t been for a long time.
You’d brought up him dating once, he brushed it off by blaming his busy schedule. Was there any good way to tell you that he felt no reason to date anyone when he got to be with you every day? Probably not.
Andy returned to his office and noticed the food on his desk with everything else nicely squared away. He passed by without a second glance, instead peering out through the window behind it. Your car wasn’t there. Fuck.
That was fine, he’d eat and watch some sports. Not a bad way to spend his break.
He sat heavily in his chair and reached for the sandwich, his eyes paused on the note you left.
That heart.
That little red heart.
He loved your handwriting, a mix of cursive and print, and when you used certain pens it looked like the world's most beautiful calligraphy to him.
At any other time, he might’ve been embarrassed by the way his pants suddenly felt way too tight. Or the strained breath he let out as he stared at your writing.
But he’d been feeling these fuckin’ feelings for so long that this was basically second nature. He peaked up and quickly stood to lock his door.
He stood in the middle of his office, slacks tented. He grabbed the sticky note and stared at the heart.
That’s got to mean something, right? That’s what he told himself as he unbuckled his belt and sat back in his chair. He’d eat his sandwich to muffle his moans and pray that if anyone heard him, they’d think he was crying.
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It was much much later than you’d hoped it’d be. You were usually so good about leaving right at 5, but it was 7:15 and you still had to organize those damn papers!
“Oh-! Mr. Barber!” You startled easily when you entered his office. He looked up from his computer, giving you a half smile. He’d lost his suit jacket and loosened his tie, looking more relaxed and at ease.
“Hey, didn’t mean to spook ya,” He rolled his shoulders back and raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you supposed to be home?”
You clicked the door shut behind you, not wanting to disturb anyone else who may be working. A sheepish smile spread across your face, you shrugged and slid your bag off your shoulder, “I could ask you the same thing, sir.”
When you glanced up at Andy, his eyes had gone from soft and relaxed to black. Your heart thumped hard in your chest. His usually light blue eyes were nearly all black as his pupils dilated.
“I just, uhm, had a few more emails I needed to wrap up, Mr. Barber.” You swallowed and smiled, glancing down at your bag you added, “Is there anything you need from me, sir?”
“What would you be willing to help me with?”
You paused, blinking down at your bag. It was barely touching your foot.
What were you willing to help him with? Do you tell him about your own late nights? How you tossed and turned in bed as another one night stand failed to match your expectations of what he might be able to do? Do you tell him how you lied when you did your 6 month internship and you didn’t really need to be present at all of his meetings? Do you tell him you wished so badly he had a date lined up for once in his life! How you wish it was you he went out with?
Your thoughts only bought you a fraction of a second in reality. Maybe it was for the better it wasn’t longer.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up at him.
The dim lighting shifted the mood. Moments ago it was dreary. A late night working and being bored out of your mind. But now it was warmer. Hopefully intimate.
You reached behind you, keeping your gaze leveled with his as you clicked the lock. There was a flicker of hunger in his eyes, solidifying what you felt. He leaned his elbows on his desk, sleeves rolled up.
“Whatever you need help with, sir.” You whispered. “How can I help?”
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ahh thank you so much for this prompt, Siri!!! the Shameless Hoe Fairy has given me more inspiration than i expected, and this prompt gave me three very different ideas, so i figured i'd do a poll!
the ideas:
mob underboss!Curtis Everett x journalist!reader - you're trying to take down Curtis's boss and the two of you form a tentative alliance, one that he insists on christening with a bj. dirty, mean smut.
Lloyd Hansen x pixie!reader - you're a pixie who loves to make mischief for our favorite mustachioed man, but he catches you and cages you and makes you his own personal sex toy. supernatural smut (potentially with a fully pixie-sized reader, i haven't decided yet so if you vote for this option, please weigh in!)
Steve Rogers x Avengers!reader - you win a game of air hockey against Steve at the Coney Island arcade, and as the loser, he has to go skinny dipping in the ocean—and you eventually join him. sweet smut ensues!
I think this title would be perfect for my new messy! Lab assistant!reader series!! Here’s what I’m thinking would happen:
Test Tubes
It!Jake Jensen x messy lab assistant!reader
You scrambled to find your notebook under the piles of strewn lab papers that littered your desk. How did things get out of order so quickly? You had just tidied up on Monday! That didn’t mean that the constant deliveries and new assignments you kept being given weren’t adding to the stack, though. They were piling high, literally, at this point. You moved your test tube rack filled with today’s experiment to the end of the table, relieved to see the corner of the spiral-bound carbon copy pages. Just as you began to flip it open to record your observations, a voice startled you.
“I’ve seen shots that look like these!”
Your heart skipped a beat as your notebook shifted and slid a small stack of old records surfing onto the floor. You crouched down and began to gather them before you looked up and saw your favorite IT guy, Jake, reaching for the tubes of various colors in front of him.
“Wait! Don’t touch those without…”
You were too late as he held one in front of his eyes, the liquid refracting light and enlarging his pupil from where you watched frozen on the other side.
“…gloves.”
With a sigh, you pushed yourself up off the floor. As you resettled your items on the lab bench with a sigh, you caught Jake’s sheepish gaze.
“Sorry.”
Pink began to dust his cheeks.
“You didn’t know better. Now let’s go get you washed up before Curtis finds out.”
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Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.
When the Clock Strikes
Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning)
A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.
And naked.
What the hell?
You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?
With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.
I didn’t have that much to drink.
Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.
Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.
They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.
Oh, my god.
You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.
Why can’t I move?
Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.
He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-
“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”
You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?
“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”
Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.
The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”
He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.
“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”
You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.
Or a nightmare.
“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”
You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.
I belong to you, Ari.
Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.
A vivid, erotic dream.
“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.
11:59pm
“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.
Midnight.
The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.
Just a dream.
That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.
Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
