OCTOBER VIBES | 10.17.22

OCTOBER VIBES | 10.17.22

me in my prime writing phase lmaooo <33333

fuckkk this au is going to haunt me honestly feel like when ari realizes up until she dies is the angstiest moments

You remember when you used to clench his arms when he fucked you, stared into his eyes, hoping, please choose me. 

This is me trying. 

And you tried. With the baby. With everything.

Even if you died, you’d love the baby until your last breath. Then one day, Ari did a complete turn-around. The man who used to ignore you would bring dinner to you, massage your legs, give you a little more freedom to roam around. Ask where you were. Worry about you.

It was the baby, you knew that. 

At least when you were gone, he would love it to his very last breath, too.

“Are you heading out tonight?” You ask, shoving around the food on your plate. Your appetite’s disappeared drastically, and you force yourself to eat the nutrients for the baby—it’ll be bad if you didn’t—only to throw some of it up. Ari leaving for his ex-girlfriend didn’t help, but you can’t complain when you were the one who basically tore them apart, right? As a romanticist, you are the villain in the story: the least you could do is not complain when he leaves. 

The man in front of you—who you can’t believe you married—grunts. “I’ll be back.”

“Have fun with—” You pause. Are you two even close enough for you to call his ex-girlfriend’s name? Still his current lover. You mull over the last few weeks, where you headed to the doctor’s appointment together and ate dinner in respective silence. It was pretty nice, actually. The first dinner that Ari stayed through. He probably hated looking at you, but he did, for a whole hour and a half.

“Sharon,” you blurt as the man moves to open the door. “I genuinely mean it, I swear. I hope you have a good time with her.” 

The smile you’re wearing resembles more of a grimace, but it’s fine. It’s fine. At the very least, you wanted to be friends before the baby came. 

Ari pauses from where he is. Turns. His voice is low when he asks, “You think I’m visiting Sharon?”

It’s fine. He didn’t want you to know. It’s fine. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you force out a laugh. “She did come first in your life, and I might have to concede to that. I mean, I’m sure that if I had a lover—”

“Fuck no,” his voice slices through and adds to the tense atmosphere. “You have someone else?”

Oh, God, this is awkward. And he looks ready to shoot you. “Uh, no, but I’m just saying that if you have one there’s nothing wrong with… it?” 

He stares at you for a few seconds. Clenches his jaw. “I’m not visiting fucking Sharon.”

The door slams in his wake. 

+

You must’ve been dreaming the moment. 

Writing in your diary, you place the pen to the side with a sigh. In your head, you’ve memorized the trace of Ari’s fingers across your face, pushing your hair back as he held you in your sleep. You can even feel the soft press of his lips as he kissed your forehead, the way he let you bury your face in his neck. 

Why was he acting this way? 

Another sigh—men. 

Flipping through the pages, you take out a photo. The ultrasound with your baby. A healthy boy, soon to be born. You smile and trace its small form. It’ll be a mini-Ari, that’s for sure. He’s already strong, kicking and moving about. 

It’s just a shame that you can’t see him grow. How much you loved him already. 

God. Hands trembling, you take in a deep, shaky breath. Just the thought of death make you scared like crazy, but the thought of not having a baby at all felt like someone was clenching your heart and twisting it. 

He’ll turn out okay. Both of them will. 

For now, you had to be strong for yourself. 

“Looking at the baby?” 

Your spine straightens at the sound of the voice, and you wipe your tears. “Yeah, it’s so cute, isn’t it? I bet he’ll be just like his dad.”

Ari is quiet for his moment as he enters the room, taking off his suit. “And not like his mom?”

“What?” You laugh. “Oh, um, I’m not sure. I don’t think there are very good qualities I have. Unless you’re talking about compassion. I mean, not that you don’t have compassion. I just think I’m a bit too much of a pushover. It’d be nice if he had more of an opinionated personality, so I don’t need to worry about him when…” When I’m gone. “When he’s a grown up and everything.” 

“That’s not true,” Ari says quietly. But his words are like a declaration. “We need more empathetic and gentle people to balance out people like me. To pull them back into the proper headspace.”

“Thanks,” you hesitate. “But I still think it’d be nice if you guys were a father-son duo.”

Ari’s mouth opens and closes. There’s an awkward silence when he goes to hang his outfit. It isn’t until he’s done and about to close the door that he says, “I hope he resembles you.” 

BESTIE??? HELLO??? Are you like… a certified author or something?? Bc this is so good and gripping and well written and LITERALLY WHO ARE YOU?? (you don’t have to tell me, just a hypothetical question since you sent this on anon obviously and I respect that haha)

This is so sad yet beautiful! I wish I could write like this, I can feel the push and pull within Ari!! PLEASE oh my god what the fuck

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summary | you think you can go unpunished, but steve has other plans softdom!steve rogers x naive!reader | kinktober 2022

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warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dom/soft ari, explicit smut, edging

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CONT.

“Steve! I’m sorry!” You cry, writhing on the bed. 

“Clearly not sorry enough, baby,” he grunts, pulling out before you can come. You clench around nothing, and another sob escapes your lips. 

You didn’t think Steve would take his punishment this far, edging you instead of spanking you. Yes, it was probably your fault that you used his card and spent too much money, money that you usually don’t like spending. Half of it you spent on donating food and clothes to charity. And, well, the other half you justified in spending it for him, since he had a habit of ripping your clothes off.

Which was fine. It was probably the intention behind it that’s getting you into so much trouble right now. You pissed that Steve—Daddy—has been busy for the past few days, neglecting you. Sure, he left you kisses, but he left for the company quickly after that, leaving you wanting. Wanting him. 

Something that he’s been making amends for for hours. When his tongue licks your slit, and he sucks harshly on your clit, you release another desperate whine. 

“Daddy! Please!”

“Finally the proper name. My dumb baby forgot what to call me, didn’t she? Makes sense, since she thought that Daddy didn’t care about her anymore. Since Daddy didn’t give her the attention she wanted—that’s why you acted out, isn’t it?”

You can’t answer. Can’t think. You can’t grab at him either: he tied your hands and ankles to the edge of the bed. Instead, you’re resorted to babbles. 

He slips his cock in again, and you cry at the sensation when he starts to thrust. A hand comes to wipe your tears, and Steve leaves kisses on your neck and along your jawline. 

“It’s too much! Please!”

“Please what? Please let me come? Please forgive me?” 

“I’m sorry! Sorry!” You choke on the words, and with a growl, Steve slaps your ass. 

“Never again, you understand me baby? You’re Daddy’s, always.” 

Once the words leave his mouth, you can’t control it: the orgasm strikes you, toes curling and back arching. You nearly black out, the few seconds as you come becoming hazy. Steve comes inside of you, and you milk him as he kisses you, still thrusting, slow and steady. 

“Ready for another round, baby?” 

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot)

Plot: A grumpy old man falls in love with the village sweetheart.

or, the one where Ari just wants to be left alone but a few sweet pastries from the sweetest girl had him changing his mind.

Tags: SMUT, older!ari, kinda bimbo!reader, ruined innocence kink, mean words, grumpy ari (but not to reader), slight spanking, threats, violence (not to reader), spitting, oral job (both receiving), p to v smut, DDLG-ish, daddy kink (duh), breeding kink, fluff, kinda (in a good way) controlling ari, protective ari, domestic air, 18+

When news broke that you were dating Ari your friends nearly didn’t believe it.

Shrugging it off as another unbelievable rumor this stagnant old town came up with in hopes of spicing up their painfully monotone lives.

Ari was Ari. He was a no-nonsense, gruff, only speaks when spoken to, a painfully unfriendly, mysterious man who arrived in town a year ago to live out his years on his plot of land in the mountains. (Or so they say.)

And you were … you.

A sweet little thing who would be hated by the town's wives if you weren’t too innocent and vapid for your own good – always willing to lend out a hand whenever they were starting to get overwhelmed from the children and housework every time their husbands leave home. 

The very image of you in short summer dresses and glittery lipgloss smacked on pouty lips that are somehow constantly sucking on candies holding hands with rough palms covered with dust and grease is connected to a man nearly twice your age and height with a face stuck on a permanently bored glare was too comical to even think about.

And yet, one perfectly normal Spring morning, birds crashed on windows, bunnies tripped over their own legs, and hearts of bachelors all over town broke when you were found prancing on the farmer’s market with the grumpy giant in tow – who now apparently has learned to speak:

“Yes, sweetheart,” he nodded at the large bottle of strawberry jam you were shoving on his face. “Whatever you want.”

You shrieked in glee, jumping into his arms to give him a wet kiss that had any man within the viewing radius blush or get slapped by their wives. It wasn't helped that Ari wasn’t one for decorum and gripped your ass into his hands, pulling you closer into his body and nearly flashing the entire town when your summer dress bunched up.

“This is going to be sooo good! I can make you that cute crêpe I always make the kids at their tea parties. It has strawberries and extra cream and I add just a pinch of cinnamon and sugar to make that –”

And the weirdest sight of them all on that extremely uncanny morning was … the older man smiled – was smiling, as he let himself be dragged by you from one end of the market to the other while you threw whatever you had fancied into his face. And when that had finished he walked out of there, as quietly as he usually does, with one of his hands full with paper baskets and the other holding a sleepy little darling that kept muttering on about picnics under the willow tree and sweet strawberry shortcakes.

Ari was suddenly taking a lot of trips down the mountain. Usually, he would drive down once every two weeks to replenish his groceries and to buy materials for whatever project he was working on in his house in the next town over but now he was somehow everywhere every day.

He was in the cafe, painfully large and out of place in the small space, buying different slices of all the cake baked that morning together with a cup of black coffee (no sugar or nothin’) and strawberry blended frappe with whipped cream and extra sliced strawberries to go. Someone saw him in the finals of the small league baseball tournament leaning on a tree, his eyes never wavering from your figure as you ran up and down the bench to give assistance to the kids (the crowd was sure the sun wasn't the only one to blame for the opposing coach, who was usually a lecherous jerk, to be sweating bullets). 

“Sweetheart.”

Everyone could feel the crowd straighten up when he finally spoke, calling out for you in an uncharacteristically sweet endearment. However, you seemed to have not noticed everyone’s eyes on you as you turned to him with a smile.

“Com’ere, you’ve been under the sun too long.”

You turned to the rowdy kid behind you and their exasperated mothers. “J-Just, a second, da – Ari!”

However, the man just cocked his head to his car parked by the shade before it had you wincing, quickly running to him with a kiss and a small pout of sorry. He gladly accepted the kiss before leading you into the truck and driving off with no more than a glance at the clearly gawking crowd. 

On a rare occurrence, someone even caught him in the bar surrounded by a group of people, only he had his head buried on your neck blocking everyone out as you sat gleefully on his lap, giggling at every word whispered on your skin.

“How’d that happen?” Dexter, the son of the town’s mechanic snickered bitterly into his bottle, pushing his head up to empty it. His eyes throwing glares at you nestled perfectly on your lover’s lap, lost in your own bubble only he had access to.

“Beats me,” his friend shrugged, following his lead and raising his arm to order another pair of cold ones for his frustrated companion. It was clear Dexter had been aiming for you for a while now but his advances always flew over your head. So he was understandably upset when he had finally heard of you getting snatched up by an older man that lives over at the fucking mountains when Dexter had the homecourt advantage of living close to you and was one of the most eligible bachelors of the town who had the leading shot of getting to wife you up.

But the old fuck had to ruin it all.

“I bet he snatched her up on her lil’ walks and fucked whatever was left in her brain,” he muttered bitterly, ignoring his friend’s slap on his arms at the harsh jab at your … simplistic tendencies. “If there had been any in there, to begin with.”

He knew he was talking out of bitterness but his resentment and the alcohol let his mouth get a little too loose.

“DEX –”

“Whiskey straight and a strawberry cocktail.”

A gravely deep voice cut through the noise of the bar. When he whipped his head behind him what greeted him was you all alone in your seat staringly deliriously at the man right behind him, ignorant of the murderous haze in his eyes.

“Levinson, I’m so sorry about this, man. He’s drun –”

Ari cut his friend off with a look. Dexter could almost see his imaginary tail tucked behind him. He tried to steel himself and puff his chest out but every nerve in his body begged him to cower. The large shadow of the man falling on his body had him audibly gulping. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the primal fear of running from predators but he could feel his limbs shake in desperation.

“You’re right,” he flinched when Ari slammed the two glasses in his hand which was immediately replaced by the bartender with the fresh drinks he ordered. “I did take your girl, didn’t I?”

Dexter saw an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, yet something in it made him shiver – made him realize he was a lot more dangerous than he let everyone else believe. 

“But hey, best man always wins, right?” he smirked, leaning into his space until he had to step back and knocked a glass back, shattering on the floor. His words were harmless and almost friendly but everyone in the vicinity knew he was anything but such. 

“Ari?”

He could vomit, eyes flicking behind the towering man to see you peeking up at what was the commotion about. “Is everything okay?”

You grabbed at his arm, his face quickly doing a 180 as he smiled down at you.

“Hmm,” he kissed the top of your head as you beamed up at the monster mindlessly. “Just had a … talk with your friend.”

“That’s good!” you clapped, innocently gleaming up at your shivering neighbor, completely oblivious to Ari’s terrifying expression behind you. “This one doesn’t really like to go out much. Just wanna lock me in his house, I swear.”

It took everything in Dexter not to imagine just what goes on within the four walls of his home but the smirk the older man sent his way made him sick to his stomach.

“Can you blame me, kid?” Dexter gritted his teeth, watching as Ari wrapped his bulging arm around your waist, his neck getting kissed by you as you turned to hug him back. He was clearly looking down on him but it’s not like he can do anything about it. 

“No,” he gulped, when he realized Ari wanted to play the buddy-buddy act and answer. “I can’t blame you at all.”

“Why don't you go say goodbye to your friends now, sweetheart? I think you’ve had enough tonight,” Ari cooed at you as you struggled to cleanly drink your new pretty glass before whining when he forcibly took the half-empty cup and gave it to the bartender.

“But Ariiiii,” you whined but all that earned was a sharp slap to your ass that rang out and cut through the music of the dingy bar. They would’ve at least tried to defend you if you didn’t gleefully shriek and press your body harder into his, giggling and pressing small kisses and small bites to what part of his neck that you could reach.

“Now, honey,” he commanded, finally bending down slightly to give you the kiss you were so clearly desperate for.

“Okay, okay,” you moaned into his lips before prancing off to say goodbye to your group, Ari’s eyes watching your every move.

Everything happened so fast that it took Dexter a moment to realize Ari had his arms reached out for a handshake. Despite his pride, as a man in tatters, he decided to accept it only to whimper and nearly keel over in pain when Ari had gripped it so hard he felt his fingers crack and pop in protest.

Ari suddenly pulled his hand into him until he was leaning over his ear. “Let me hear you talk about my woman again I’ll rip your fucking jaw open.”

In a snap, he was back to being normal – the same unreadable mask on his face as he let go of Dexter’s ruined hand and patted him on the back. “I’ll see you around.”

(Six Months Ago)

The people in this town may have no idea how the two of you happened but Ari remembers everything – remembers the weather, the smell of the incoming rain in the air, the soft pounding on his door, and the sweetest voice –

“Mr. Levinson, sir?”

He had no choice but to open the door.

He knew these woods. And he knew that the soft voice behind his door would not be able to survive the descent at this time of the day when the sun was just about to go back down and the storm was about to arrive.

And he knew you too – saw you in passing on the rare occurrences he went down the town. You were an attractive girl, someone that will definitely drag any man’s eyes toward her no matter how much they try not to. And believe him, he tried not to.

You were young and sweet and lacked the judgment and slight fear the townfolk always had in their eyes whenever they had to interact with him. But on some rare occurrences, the old baker that was usually on the counter had a family emergency and asked for your help to man the store so he had a short and rare encounter with you that had somehow resulted in him ordering a fucking cake to be delivered into his home.

He doesn’t even like sugar in his coffee he had no idea why he had allowed himself to be convinced to buy such a delicacy.

He felt a shiver and a sense of shame in his spine. Women are dangerous.

“Yes?”

“Good morning –”

“It’s night.”

He winced at his blunt words. It wasn’t that he was purposefully trying to be rude or that he hated your very presence and how just a few giggles and coo’s from you had him ordering a fucking pastry when he hated sweets but it’s just that … he’s not good with people. The longest people he had been with were people who worked for him, not with him which made it a bit difficult for him to function socially in the normal world.

But you didn’t seem to take offense, confusing him when you turned your head up and then giggled at yourself, “Hehe, good evening, Mr. Levinson, sir!”

Ah, he remembered the whispers about you. You were a bit on the dull side. But you had the pretty face and sweet personality that makes it just endearing.

He sighed, rubbing his face, “Is that –?”

“The choco butternut munchkins you ordered, sir!”

“It’s Ari.”

You had a confused expression written all over your face, “I-It’s …” you looked back down at your basket where the sugary treats were placed, almost as if willing them to give you an answer. “It’s called choco butternut munchkins in the bakery but I guess you can call them Ari too. It’s a cute name!”

Ari opened his mouth to correct your misunderstanding but then he saw the genuine confusion in your face that he couldn't help but burst out in laughter. You joined with a nervous chuckle before you genuinely laughed when you realized he wasn’t making fun of you.

“Here,” he grabbed his wallet from behind his pocket to pick out two hundred dollar bills.

“This is too –”

“For the bother,” he nodded at the small scratches and splotches of dirt in your legs that had you crossing them with one another. He couldn't help but run his eyes up to your painfully short bottoms and a tight sleeveless shirt that just teased the lacy top of your pretty pink bra. “I know it isn’t the easiest trip to take.”

“I-It’s okay,” you smiled bashfully, looking up at him through your lashes. Ari has to remind himself to breathe, his grip on the door frame tightening. “The view is nice.”

Ari knew you genuinely meant that the view from the trek up the hills was nice. And from what he knew about you from the whispers of the town, you weren’t one to be sly about your intentions. Yet he couldn't help but feel a burn on his face. Especially when you looked at him like that.

Suddenly, a flash followed by a loud explosion in the sky had you screaming and clambering up to him. Rain has already fallen, and it seemed it brought nasty weather along it.

When he looked back down at you you were already shaking like a leaf, broken apologies sputtering out of your lips and yet you still clung to him through your teary eyes. You must've been really surprised.

“Hey,” he had no choice but to hook his hand under your chin to make you look up at him. “How bout some coffee while we wait for it to pass?”

You nodded hastily, “Yes! T-Thank you!”

He knew he was making a mistake – that his patience has been spread thin from the few moments he spent with you. It would only be a matter of time before he snapped.

He knew better … and you didn’t.

He should try to last through the night at the very least.

“That’s a pretty sight, ain’t it?”

He lasted less than an hour.

If he was being specific, at exactly 34 minutes since you have been in his home you were now splayed out ass first on the dining table he made himself. Tiny shorts off, panties pulled down till it was caging your thighs in the perfect position, the stretch from the thin cloth deliciously indenting the meat of your legs and giving him the perfect view of your dripping core.

The demon in him couldn't help but slap your ass just to see it jiggle, he chuckled quietly at your tearful yelp.

“M-Mr. Ari, sir –aah,” god, it just looks so perfect as it sways.

“Call me Ari, honey,” he gruffed, grabbing both globes of your ass and spreading it to his liking. He licked his lips. “We’re way past formalities, don’cha think?”

Before you could answer, Ari was already diving in, leaving no room for objections. His large sturdy hands hooked under your legs, thumbs spreading you wide open and leaving no space to run. All you could do was moan and scream out his name as he ate you inside out.

“N-No! ‘S too much!” your words slurred, but he just moaned and pushed his tongue deeper into your hole, refusing to even let you flinch away while he was having his tasty meal. “A-Ari, please!”

You tried to reach out behind you to push him away but he meanly bit on your clit in warning until you screamed.

You weren’t a virgin (high school took care of that) but it was definitely the first time you have experienced your pussy eaten out like that. Like you were nothing but an offering for the big bad wolf in your bedtime stories that used to have you shaking like a leaf. 

You felt yourself lose your strength like his mouth sucked out all the energy of your body as you gave up and fully lay on the table. However, his strength proved formidable enough to carry your entire weight like it was nothing as he merely grunted and pulled you closer into his mouth until your orgasm seemed to blur into one painful pleasure.

When he was satisfied and saw that your clit was swollen and pounding from overstimulation, he cleaned you up with his tongue earnestly before letting you down gently and sitting on the wooden chair that topple on the ground. You couldn’t see him but you could feel his eyes, your core twitching at every swipe of his sight as he observed the shape of your cunt and the pretty little marks he had bit in the most sensitive parts of it.

You hiccuped in surprise when you felt a gentle sting from him flicking on your little button. His rough hands run up your thighs before settling on your hips. 

“That feel good, honey?”

You hummed, soothed. Kisses were pressed on the dimples of your back, then the length of your spine until you were basically jelly under his soft, bearded, kisses.

“That’s good,” he cooed. “Cause I’m not quite finished with you just yet.”

“Sweetheart?” Ari called out, toeing off his work boots filled with mud and dust. “I’m home!”

He was careful to place the dirty pair into the small rack you had requested he made so he doesn’t mess up your floors like a caveman. He would've been offended if he wasn't so endeared that you called his home yours – not that he was complaining, you were the perfect homemaker. If he didn’t want to respect your late parent’s wishes he would’ve bred you out of wedlock.

The quick patter of footsteps made him smile.

“Indoor slippers, please,” you requested, jumping into his arms and pressing soft kisses he was quick to deepen with a hand behind your neck once he was wearing the appropriate footwear to his house that you had made a home. “How was your trip?”

He scoffed, bouncing you in his arms so you can properly wrap your legs around his waist, his hands supporting your ass as he walked straight into his bedroom.

“Same old,” he grumbled, not wanting to talk about his short visit to the next to get more lumber to upgrade his new storage as he had planned to move you into his home officially before the first snow falls. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

“Mmkay,” you beamed, pressing your body closer until you didn’t know you had ended and he began. With a growl, he gently trapped you between a wall and coaxed your tongue out so he could suck it, his bites are as harsh as usual – like he was trying to suck the very breath from your lungs. 

With a wet sound, the two of you separated, your eyes nearly crossing from the lack of oxygen that went into your brain. He chuckled at your state. 

“Wher’ ya takin’ me?” you slurred, head buried where his neck met his shoulders.

“Shower, I'm filthy, and all my dirt got to you,” he reasoned, gently placing you on the cold floor before helping you off every single one of your clothes. With a gentle pat on your ass, you were trudging off first into the shower, giggling and shrieking to yourself as the hot water hit your body.

When he went in you were quick to hand him the shampoo, “Bend down, please.”

He’s so glad you still haven’t forgotten your manners – and all it took was one spanking.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your nose just to make you laugh before laying his forehead on your breasts, his bushy beard irritating your sensitive skin. It was quiet as you ran your gentle fingers on his hair. You had always told him how much you loved his silky mane but he didn't realize just how much until he was driving you to the local post office so you can get the hair products you had ordered just for him. You had washed his hair ever since.

The memory of your care for his well-being filled his heart with so much adoration that he felt himself lose a small part of his control as his mouth gently sucked and nibbled on your pebbling nipples.

You shrieked in surprise, “Daddy! Stop being naughty!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he wasn’t sorry at all. “Your pretty tits were tempting me.”

He knew if he looked up at you, you would have that incredulous look on your face at his flattery. “Alright, close your eyes, mister.”

When you were done, he gave you the same favor and massaged your hair until you were almost sleeping in his arms. Next, the body wash was splattered on both your individual loofahs though he had requested an exchange so he can wash you himself and vice versa.

“No funny games, daddy,” you pouted, letting him know that the hot water was almost out and the two of you will be suffering soon enough. 

“No promises, baby,” he quipped before nipping another mark on your shoulder that had you giggling.

When the two of you were done groping each other, he wrapped you in a warm towel before doing the same for him. He sat you down on the ottoman by the end of your bed before he plucked out clothes for him and another shirt of his own and one of your panties for you. He knows you don't like wearing bras or pants at home and if it was up to him, you wouldn't be wearing anything at all.

“Come on, baby,” he grinned, opening up the thong in his hand so you can slip your limbs into it. As he slid it up, he pressed kisses on your skin. 

“Arms up,” he said before letting his shirt swallow your entire body whole. 

He was a gruff man and he would never admit this out loud but he loves quiet moments like this. He loved taking care of you. He loved how it became normal for you for him to take care of you. He’d like to think he was made for you – that someone so sweet and kind would have someone to protect and care for her every need and whim. That his ever-running and logical brain would finally be used to plan your everyday lives and when to pick you up from your job so he can take you home.

Some would think he was overbearing but not you. Because like he was made for you, you were crafted by whatever god exists just to make his life whole.

So despite the malicious murmurs and the rumors dripping with envy he doesn’t ever let the outside world touch your innocence ever again. Now that he was here you can wear your rose-colored glasses forever, you can see the world as beautiful and kind, and you can remain sweet and naive to the true horrors of the world because he will protect you from it.

And as long as your soft hands are dragging him to the unrecognizably clean and sweet-smelling living room, you will never have to worry about anything ever again your entire life.

“You want a beer, daddy?”

He nodded, too enamored at your beauty under the light of the burning furnace behind you. With a cold bottle in his hand, another sitting at the table, and a blues song playing in the background you finally slipped into his lap.

 “How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, gulping the last of the liquid but you were quicker to swap the empty bottle for a new one. It was almost frightening how you knew him so well, even down to the number of bottles he consume every night.

“It was good,” you hummed, leaning into his chest, hands sneaking under his shirt so you can run your hands down the dark curls of his lower abdomen and stare at the burning pyre with him. “I painted my nails.”

He raised his hand that was holding yours to see the fresh bright pink polish on your nails, “It’s pretty, baby.”

“I also had prepared dinner, I just need to heat it up when you get hungry.”

“Damn,” he rubbed his palms up and down your back, turning his head a bit so he can press a kiss on your forehead. “What a good little housewife I have, hmm?”

You preened at the small praise, “wanna be your wife,” you mumbled. He swore his heart would burst.

“You’ll be my wife,” he assured you, “Just gotta move you in first then I’ll pop the question.”

The fact that he had clearly planned this over his head had you nearly tearing up from the amount of love you carried for this man. 

“I suggest you start looking for stones you'd like on your ring, hmm?”

“Stones are expensive, daddy,” you mumbled. He didn't have the heart to tell you his hefty bank account hidden in the city of New York would beg otherwise. You were too kind for your own good.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he placed a finger under your chin to kiss you, the small drops of alcohol on his beard making the kiss so much tastier. "Just show me what you want and I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

He knows his younger brother would blow a fuse when he finds out the “short retreat” he had taken to get out of the bustle of the city would now become a bit permanent. Until he had your consent to move you to his mansion in the city the family company would have to deal with their absent co-CEO and virtual meetings.

He was sure even Lloyd had it handled and was just bitching about it just so he has some sort of leverage in the future.

“Thank you, daddy,” you purred. “I’m really grateful.”

“You are?” he teased. “Wanna show daddy how grateful you are?”

He could almost immediately see the haze of lust in your eyes. “Yeah, I wanna.”

He took a sip of his bottle, maintaining eye contact as you slipped down his body and settled on your place in between his spread-out legs.

“You take care of me so well, daddy,” you mumbled, hands already undoing the knot of his shorts and pulling out his half-hard mast. “I love you lots.”

"Yeah?" he grinned, running a finger on your cheeks.

You nodded, "Love you more than strawberry cakes."

"Wow," he couldn't help the small laugh out of his chest at finally beating your favorite pastry in the race for your heart. Though it quickly turned into a groan when you started sucking on his thumbs. "That's a lot."

"You love me too, right, daddy?" you gave him those puppy eyes that just strike a cupid's bow on his heart.

"Of course, I do," he bent down a bit, pressing s quick wet kiss on your lips. "I love you the most in the entire world."

"'m so lucky," you smiled. Your face lightening up so beautifully at his proclamation of love he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with you once again.

“I’m the luckiest, sweetheart,” he leaned to give you one last kiss, pressing his fingers gently into your cheeks until it was opened enough for him to spit on your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your cunt in the air from how dirty but pleasurable it is. “Having such a pretty baby to take care of.”

Leaning back, he emptied out his second bottle and spread out his legs wider just as you started licking up his length. He groaned.

He tasted clean but as his precum leaked you desperately ran your hands up and down his length so he can smell and taste like him again. Once he gripped your hair you knew he was losing his patience.

So you opened your mouth wide and started bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to suckle on the tip generously until he was cursing and groaning above you. The small ridge below his head was gently massaged by your tongue – you had blown him enough times to know that was his favorite spot.

Taking a breath, you quickly pressed kisses down his virile length.

“So fucking beautiful,” he guided your hand, watching with full-blown pupils as you pressed a kiss on his balls before giving each one your love.

“Fuck!” he threw his head back. “Open up, little one. Got your favorite treat, for you.”

Eagerly, you suckled back on the head of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes, impressed with yourself that you managed to please this beautiful strong man in front of you.

“Fucking swallow it! That’s right, good job, baby,” His cum exploded into your mouth, quickly filling up your cheeks until you swallowed it. A feeling of warmth spread into your tummy but you didn't have the time to focus on it as your mouth was quickly filling up again with his hefty cum. “Such a good baby.”

When he was done, you suck on his head one last time and cleaned up his cock before putting it back into his shorts.

“You're perfect, sweetheart.”

You grinned up at him, licking your lips.

“Thank you, daddy.”

The bedroom was filled with all types of flowers of congratulations.

The ring glistened under the moonlight.

Your palms were steady on Ari’s chest as he helped you bounce up and down his cock.

You were in a place called The Hamptons – apparently, Ari had lived here his entire life and only moved to your small town because his parents died and had apparently bought a piece of land there that he had to survey as the eldest son.

He had invited you here with the pretense of officially meeting his family but instead, he popped the question while the two of you were in the privacy of your shower and informed you that he would like to settle down in his old home so he can finally reclaim his position as the heir to the company.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he cooed, hooking your hair behind your ear as you tried to do a good job at milking his cock for all its worth. “So beautiful.”

“T-Thank you, daddy,” you moaned, wincing when he cruelly pinched your nipples. “T-Tired!”

“My sweet baby is tired?” You nodded, desperately sucking on his thumb in comfort as your thighs burned and you had lost the strength to bounce and instead opted to just grind your clit while his cock was inside you. “God, you can't do anything without daddy's help can’t you?”

“Stop being mean!” big fat tears rolled down your cheeks, makings your eyes shine like twinkling stars. “Daddy, I wanna cum, please.”

Your cute hiccups and beautiful crying face were more than enough to convince him to stop being an asshole that gets off on making you cry from frustration in pleasure.

With a growl he pulled you into a kiss, swirling his tongue inside to dominate you fully – your sobs stopping as you moaned into his mouth, unaware that he has already flipped the both of you and you were on your back.

He couldn't help but laugh at your whine when he pulled back with a wet slurp, a string of saliva connecting the both of you until it broke and landed perfectly along your sternum, making your body glisten more with your sweat.

“Hold your legs for me, baby,” he commanded, pushing your legs open until he had an unrestricted view of his perfect, puffy, pussy. He couldn't help but lean in just to have a small taste. “So fucking perfect. All those sweets you eat must go straight to your cunt, huh, princess?”

“Daddy!” you whined. “You’re a meanie again! Meanie, meanie!”

Your little punches were nothing to him. When you were desperate like this he tends to forgive when you step out of line and forget your manners like a good girl. With your little brain, you were probably unable to process such complex emotions at once. He understands and he loves you more for it.

So, he decided to end your misery and finally pierce your drooling pussy with your cock. He had never been more thankful for having no neighbors when you screamed. He would rather not explain that he was not in fact murdering his little fiance – just her cunt.

“Daddydaddy – aah!”

The wet slaps of their skin and her melodic moans were almost euphoric. If Ari had believed in any religion he might’ve thought this must be what paradise is like.

He hooked your legs on his shoulders, giving him deeper access to your core. Sucking on your tongue, he couldn’t help but feel the sudden urge to just eat you whole, translated into little nips and bites on your lips, neck, and collarbone – making sure that it would bruise tomorrow when he makes you wear a sheer strapless dress when he takes you shopping.

“Kissies,” you sobbed. “Want kissies, daddy.”

That was his cue that you were about to cum, you really like kisses when you were just on the edge of orgasm – and he really can't ever say no to your pitiful demands. So, with a growl, he let himself be dragged into a wet kiss with you as he doubled the speed of his thrusts until you shattered in his arms. Your orgasm was so intense he felt you break the skin on his back as you squeezed his cock so hard he had to stay still as he exploded in his own euphoria.

He made sure to lick in every corner of your mouth, letting his kiss extend your pleasure as the rhythmic pulse in your pussy finally stopped and you had lost the strength to even keep up with the kiss.

“Stay like that for a while, baby,” he grunted, cooing at you in apology when you whined as he pulled out, his hands holding your legs folded into you.

“‘M sore, daddy,” you mumbled, still drunk from your orgasm.

“I know, baby but we gotta make sure it sticks. I want you showing at our wedding.”

“Wuh …” you blinked slowly. “What sticks, daddy?”

He almost laughed, instead he just grabbed a pillow and grabbed both your legs to raise you up and slip it to support your lower back. “I’ll explain tomorrow, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.”

You stared at him for a bit before you gave up, instead giving him a tired smile, “Mmkay.”

He kissed your forehead as sleep slowly won over you, “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, daddy. Love you – love you more than strawberry cupcakes”

He smirked, and a surge of happiness filled his lungs that makes him feel like he could live forever. 

“And I love you the most, sweetheart.”