Ari (part I)
Ari (part I)
Ari & Sunshine
Pairing: Dark!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Summary: You underestimate how much your boyfriend wants to have a family with you, and that mistake will cost you greatly
Warnings: Dark!Ari, age gap (reader is mid 20’s and Ari late 30’s), pet names, inappropriate way of putting on a condom, dirty talk, smut, first consensual and then I’m calling Non-con because Ari will remove his condom without telling you, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, breeding kink (heavy), talk and discussion about contraceptives, angst, cursing, messy breakup, slight daddy kink, implied kidnapping.
Wordcount: 6.3 k
You opened your eyes with the morning sun peeking through your bedroom window, its golden rays hitting perfectly the handsome face of your boyfriend
“Morning handsome” you greeted leaning in to kiss him on his soft lips giggling when his thick beard tickled you
“Morning sunshine” he purred. His husky voice from comfortable hours of sleep and his satisfied face were two of your favorite things in the whole world. He leaned and took you hungry lips on his, kissing you roughly in a second. Well a morny with Ari was your third favorite thing. He made you turn until your back was to the bed, and he got over you, almost crushing you under his weight, but you love that
“Wait, Ari” you giggled, with him still on top of you, kissing and nibbling on your neck
“What?” he purred, his voice deep with hunger
“I need you to wear a condom” you murmured, feeling his hardness against the inside of your thigh
“Why?” he whined, deep in pleasure
“I forgot my pills” you moaned, when one of his big, rough hands traveled under your shirt, groping at your tit, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple. At the same time he nibbled at that special spot around your neck that your mind teleport into a galaxy in which only pleasure existed
“I’m sure it will be fine” he said, his other hand teasingly grabbing the hem of your panties under your night shirt
“No, the window is very small, I don’t want to risk it” you explain, trying hard not to get lost in the pleasure. You interrupted yourself with a deep moan, when his rough fingers rubbed your entrance, teasingly, your juices coating his fingers
“You are getting soaking wet,” he teased, “you like the danger, don’t you?”
“No I don’t” you giggled, but moaned again when his slippery fingers found their way inside you
“You want your daddy to fill you up” he continued, his lust blown eyes looking right at you
“Ari, I’m serious” you pleaded, though your hand found it’s way inside his gray cotton pants, your fingers encountered his thick cock, heated and already leaking for you
“Baby please, you know how much I love fucking you raw” he purred stealing kisses from your mouth and all around your face
“And you do so every day, but now, you’ll use a condom” you said, your voice sounded as serious as you intended. Ari stopped his administrations to look at your face, searching for any trace of weakness, and fortunately he didn’t find any
He took a deep sigh
“Ok” he grumbled, visibly annoyed. That made your stomach twist a little bit, but you understood that it was morning, and he was hard, and very aroused, so you just let it slide as he removed yourself a little bit to reach for the nightstand, where you knew he had condoms. He didn’t use any with you since you made your relationship official, or he did sometimes when he wanted to… “Use your back door”
He grabbed a silvery package and leaned over you again
“You can take me to my place to grab the pills later” you said softly, with an apologetic smile on your lips, you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, or sort of. Ari loomed over you, opening the condom gently
“Wanna help out honey?” he purred, you grabbed him by his shoulders and got him off of you, managing for him to lay down on the bed, and you on top this time
“Let’s see about this” you purred, you grabbed the prophylactic from his hands, and put it on his already leaking tip, and then you leaned in until you could feel the smell of latex on you, and you used your mouth, carefully hiding your teeth with your lips, closing them over his tip, and then you suck down, covering his dick with the condom, putting it on him
“Damn that is so fucking hot” you heard him moan, when you managed to reach the base of his cock, your throat taking him deep. You were kind of proud, well, it had been months of practicing taking him until you could finally do it.
“See?” you purred when you released him, making sure the condom was intact and well placed on him, “It isn’t so bad.” You recognize the hungry look in your eyes, just in time for him to sit up on the bed, grabbing your lips with his in a searing kiss. He roughly grabbed you and dropped you on all fours on the bed. You liked it when he got a little bit rough with you. Ari was 6’4, and he was… big, so the fact that he could manhandle you whenever and however he wanted to was just hot to you.
You shrieked when he slapped you in your ass your skin instantly burn and with almost shame you felt yourself getting wetter
“Fuck Sunshine, you are going to drown me” he mocked. his fingers sneaking towards your entrance. As soon as you feel them gaining entrance to your greedy and wiping pussy you grind against his hand, gaining you another slap. You let out another playful shriek, moving more towards him
“Ari please stop teasing me” but he only curled his fingers inside of you, grazing that spot he could find so easily once he found it the very first he was with you
“Oh you are needy are you?” he asked sweetly
“Yes” you purred, bending your back so your ass was more in display for him
He didn't want to make you wait anymore and without even thinking, he sunk his thick length. Your walls hugged him tightly like a fucking fist and he grunted at the feeling. If he weren’t wearing a condom he could slip right in, you were so wet, always so wet for him.
But as you moaned into the sheets under you, he took himself out of you. You whined shamesly.
“Ari” you called, he only smirked, watching his covered cock with mischievousness
“Let me do this baby” he purred, and then he fucked you again, twice, only to leave your pussy weeping again
“Why?” you whined, you wanted him so badly and he was only teasing you
“My needy little girl,” he purred. Repeating the action, and your pussy clenching around nothing when he took himself out. You wanted to cry, but then. You felt him opening you up again. You whined pornographically when he didn’t retreat instead he stood inside you as long as he could and then he started pounding into you roughly
You could get a sheet burn in your face of how rough he was pounding into you, but you didn’t care, your eyes rolled back in your head when you felt the head of his cock graze that spot that made your legs start shaking. The sound of your skins slapping against each other belonged in the hottest porno. Fuck, he could be inside of you forever and ll you’ll be able to say is “yes please”
“Ari” you called, needy for him in your most intricate desires
“Fuck I love you sweet girl” he chanted between trhusts
“I love youuu” you moaned when you cummed hrd, clamping down trying to swallow his thick cock
“Oh fuck” he cursed, your grip was so tight you made him cum. He grabs your hips keeping you tight against him. And then he finally took himself out of you making you wince.
You heard the sound of the rubber being pulled off of him, but you also had a strange feeling inside of you, you felt extra wet… just like when…
“Ari?” you called, when your fingers traveled to the cum falling down your thighs, “What happened?”
“Nothing” he said, smiling softly. and leaned in to kiss you deeply. “You just were too wet for me baby,” You giggled into his mouth as he gently placed himself on top of you. You loved when he did that, just laid his weight on top of you
“I love you” he murmured covering your body whole with his
“I love you too” you moaned
“I love that you are here, in our home”
“Our?” you asked, with a wide smile
“Oh yes” he mumbled, kissing your temple
Ari had a beautiful house right outside a small town in the state of New York, it was in the middle of nowhere, but it was so peaceful. It wasn't a secret he wanted a big family, and he built it on his own for that purpose, it was a big house. 2 stories, 4 bedrooms, a home office a dining room, living room, a most informal TV room and an american kitchen
He always invited you over on the weekends when you had saturday and sunday free, so you could spend the entire weekend on eachother embrace fucking and cuddling, it was almost hedonistic and you loved it, and you loved him. He would cook for you, care for you, everything you could ever ask for. Of course in turn you’d care for him when he visited you in the city
You spend the rest of Saturday morning in bed until your stomachs began to growl demanding for food
“pancakes” you just growled
“Its 1 pm” he said mockingly
“Brunch then” you moaned when he retracted his weight from you. You finally turned in the bed to see him standing. He went to the bathroom and you dress with what you had in hand; some cotton pants and Ari’s hoodie that was too many sizes bigger than you but adored wearing anyways, while he went down o cook something for the both of you
You didn’t know what was up with you, but every weekend your sexual drive was trough the roof, when you came down to see him in the kitchen only wearing cotton grey pants hanging low in those hips, cooking pancakes in that hot pan, you only wanted to devour him whole. He only raised his gaze a second and smirked when he saw that unmistakingly horny look in your eyes
“You are a menace” he chuckled, and you only smiled wickedly. you walked until your chest was stuck to his back, hugging him, the tip of your fingers caressing his soft but thick abs, and your hands traveled south. You heard him growled when you reached his half hard cock over his pants, “(Y/N)” he warned, his voice husky, and what enlightened you more is that he didn’t stop his movements, he kept cooking like his cock wasn’t growing inside of his pants when you grabbed him tightly.
“Let compensate you” you purred, your fingers expectedly drawing the hem of his joggers down, releasing his already hard. you surrounded him, and got to your knees, and to make things even more interesting, you took the hoodie off, your naked nipples got hard because of the chill air in the cold kitchen. You looked up at him and you encountered his dark gaze
“You better not burn those pancakes” you warned, your hand lazily grabbing his shaft and squeezing just the amount you know he liked. He just smiled
“I wont- Fuuuck” he interrupted himself when you licked a strip from his base to the tip of him, finally getting him into your mouth. “Shit baby” with just the tip between your lips you used your tongue to go around the mushroom shape, and that made his thighs shake like you knew it would, you sabored the precum leaking from his tip right into your tongue, moaning at his taste.
Then you took as far as you could down your throat, gagging and slobbering all over him, you knew he liked it messy. Your drool was already leaking, you felt his big hand grabbing your hair, pushing you down, taking him whole until your nose was against the wiry hairs of his pelvis. Your eyes cried because of the lack of oxygen and your throat constricted against him. Your gaze was tunneling because of the lack of oxygen, and he finally released you.
A fine line of drool was still connecting his twitching cock and your mouth
“Ari” you called, looking up at him, he looked down at you with a wicked smile, “You want to cum inside me?” you asked, with your finger fathering the saliva and his precum for your chin and taking up to your mouth
“you know I do” he whined, his hand caressing the back of your head
“Or you want to feed it to me?” you asked with a shy smile, blowjobs eyes at him. One of your hands caressing his shaft lazyly, and the other squeezing his balls
“Oh Sunshine” he whined, needy, “You are going to be the death of me” he purred. You smiled and took him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down his shaft, moaning, savoring him.
You didn’t know it then of course, but he briefly thought about how easy it would be for him to just grab you and spread you over the counter and fuck his cum into you, but he didn’t, he didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want to upset you. So he just looked down at you, devouring his cock
“I’m going to cum,” if you only knew what you provoked him. You then release him, saliva dripping from your mouth and all over the corner of your lips, your teary eyes, hell you were a vision, his vision. He looked down at your chest, he couldn’t wait until they were full for him, for his baby inside of you, shit.
He massaged his cock, helping you speed up, and releasing his thick ropes of cum into your mouth and at your cheeks and chin. You moaned pornographically as you tasted him, loving the feeling of him dripping from your mouth and face, messing you up. He kept his eyes on the stove, still cooking your breakfast, but he took his gaze into you, watching you clean yourself up with your fingers and swallowing all down
After you cleaned yourself (for real). you shared your breakfast calmly, like nothing had happened, like you just didn’t suck him dry right on the other side of the kitchen island, and you share complacent looks over your orange juices.
He announced that he was going to take a shower, and you wanted to join him but you knew if you did, none of you would ever be able to do nothing for the entire day, and you knew he had errands to run, so just stayed cleaning the kitchen while he got showered and dressed.As you finished up putting all the utensils away. you felt his presence at your back, surrounding you with his big arms
“Sunshine, I'll ride into town for a bit, ok?” he mumble against your temple, kissing it gently
“Would you mind getting my pills?” you asked him sweetly, he only smiled
“Of course,” he kissed you tenderly. caressing your face, you kissed him again and when it just about to turn good, he released you and walked away
“Love you!” he greeted already at the doo
“Love you more!” you answered back, and just like that he left you there
It wasn’t strange for you to stay at his place, so you did what he did, you took a shower, cleaned yourself up nicely, and then you got dressed. You wonder what to do now, looking around. You really liked Ari’s house and you preened when he called it “ours” his and yours.
It was equally scary, you didn’t know if you were ready for that yet. But you loved him so much
You walked down the stairs and your gaze stopped at the door that led to the basement. And you wondered what could that door hide. It’s the only room in the house you haven't been in. So with a smile, you opened, revealing a set of stairs leading down. You turned up the lights and went down cautiously, you didn’t want to trip or something, and what you found down there…
Was a boring new basement. Cement floor and walls, some boxes, and an old bookshelf filled with construction tools. Nothing interesting really, some old furniture from his parents’ old place. Everything is quite boring. The house was new, so so was the basement, it had nothing creepy about, so you just turned around and went back up the stairs
You got installed by Ari’s home computer, to answer some emails with your thesis advisor and some about your own work. And that’s how the time went by until Ari came back home. You jumped to receive him, happy with his return and let it show with a deep kiss and hanging yourself up into his body like a koala
“You miss me Sunshine?” you purred
“Yes handsome” you answered back
“Let’s have some dinner,” he released you, dropping you back on your feet, “but first…There you go,” Ari said softly, offering you a brand new package from the pharmacy.
“Thank you Ari” you muttered softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Now go and take that pill” he said playfully, smacking your ass gently, inviting you to go up. You giggled as you ran up the stairs, directly to the bathroom
You opened the package and the cardboard flap of the box was a little bent, but you didn’t think much of it. You continued your actions to open the package. Placing the sticker for the days of the week over the top perfectly, you opened the first day, the orange little pill jumping to your hand. You took it without thinking too much of it, leaving the blister on the edge of the sink. As you gulped the glass of water, you dropped the package, that hit the floor, followed by the sound of the pills spreading rolling in the tiles
“What the…?” You drop to your knees to gather the pills, that’s when you realize the silver part of the blister had totally separated from the plastic, you took it to look at it closely, admiring how it had been tampered with, it wasn’t sealed, somebody just glued it together.
You stood up, reaching for your phone in your back pocket and looking the name of your pills on the internet. The color of the ones that were all over the floor were a little shade lighter than the ones you usually take.
“No, no, no” you looked into the pharmacy bag that you had thrown away, the receipt still stuck to the paper bag.
1 package of contraceptive pills, 1 package of placebo
“What the hell” without doing anything to control it, tears started to fall from your eyes down your cheeks. You gathered your evidence, a blinding rage taking a hold on you.
This, plus the condom incident…
It was too much. You went down the stairs trying to calm yourself down, but everything just went down the drain when you found Ari just smiling at you. behind the kitchen island, gathering ingredients
“Ari, what is this?” you asked, the silver paper falling off the box, as you showed it to him. He frowned, looking at what you were showing him carefully
“It must be a bad badge from the laboratory or something” he said dismissively
“Why would someone in the lab tamper with this?” you asked
“Tamper?” he asked, “Maybe they just used a bad glue or something, I don’t know”
“And what about the placebo pills you bought?” You asked him then, he clearly wasn’t taking the blame you wanted to pin in him
“I don’t know what you are talking about” he said, seriousness tainting his voice
“Ari, somebody replace my pills with placebo, did you do this?” He scoffed looking away from you
“Are you serious?” He asked
“Don’t freaking lie to me” you demanded, the level of your voice going up
“I don’t…” he interrupted himself, looking straight at you, analyzing you, “c’mon Sunshine”
“What?” You asked
“Is it that bad?” He asked then, with a devilish smile on his face
“What? knocking me up?” There was no turning bac, you were enraged
“He’s, would it be so bad?”
“oh my god!” You screamed, “Ari, did you tamper with the condom as well?” you asked, and the second it took him to answer told you everything you needed. “Oh God!” you cried, “Ari! how could you do this?”
“I told you I didn’t want to use it!” he growled
“I can’t forgive this,” you muttered, waving the faux package of pills in front of him, “This is a complete lack of… Ari, this is almost psychotic!” you yelled, tears welled in your eyes
“We both know we are in for the long run!” he explained, “Why wait?”
“You know perfectly well I don’t want kids” you answered, “Not yet, I wanted to finish my degree, travel, get a job!”
“And I told you we could always travel wherever we want” he said like it meant anything, “You have a design degree you could always work from here, and we had talked about getting married, so why wait?” He said again
“Ari” you whined, your first tears falling from your eyes, “You tried to knock me up” you cried, “Perfectly knowing I wasn’t ready,” he stood quiet, watching you silently, “Why?”
“I want kids, I want a family, with you” You shook your head
“And I told you we should wait” you repeated, “That I wanted to wait”
“I don’t want to wait” he said firmly, his hands in his hips
“You are scaring me right now” you muttered, so he softened his hard gaze
“Sunshine” he called
“It’s over” you murmured, looking straight at him, he looked surprised
“Sunshine, please” he murmured, but you just shook your head
“I can never trust you again,” you said bitterly. You made a mental list of the things you had in here, in his house, and you walked away from him to his room. You heard him follow you and that made your skin crawl but he didn’t stop you and only watched you and you grabbed everything that was yours and threw it inside the bag you brought for the weekend.
“Sunshine,” he said softly, “we can work through this”
“No we can’t, '' you said bitterly, as you took some things from the bathroom and put them in your backpack. You closed it and took a long sigh, trying to keep the tears at bay
“Goodbye Ari”
You looked at the Plan B pill with dread, you knew what this kind of pill did to you and you weren’t looking forward to spending a day in bed, but you took it nonetheless with a big gulp of water.
You wiped the bitter tears that fell down your cheeks, triggered by constant thoughts about Ari. wondering with a scared seated deep inside you. Why? Why would he do something like this? Why would he want to get you pregnant so badly? Well, he was way older than you, he was almost 40, and he did say he wanted to marry you, that he wanted a family, perhaps he was having a life crisis, scared of his age. You shook your head. He had been calling you a couple of times, no text, you knew he didn’t like to text. Another trait associated with his age, you thought.
You missed him, dearly, you believed he was your other half, but you will not forgive this, you couldn't, you shouldn’t, you wanted to, but you definitely will not. How could you trust him ever again? if he did those things he clearly will do it again.. How could you ever trust him again?
No, it was over
That made you sob in grief. You loved him, you thought he was going to be the man you’ll spend the rest of your life with .
You didn’t want to think anymore, you wanted to go to sleep. you grabbed an old tshirt, three times your size that you used to sleep. you put on some shorts and got into bed. Ari´s smell invaded your nose, even after one week (the last time he was here), your bed still smells like him. You grabbed the pillow that he used and hugged it tightly, crying into it
You cried until you fell asleep
Dark weeks went by in which you almost didn't know what to do. Ari had called you a couple of times but you didn’t answer, you didn’t want to. You couldn’t forgive him
Your heart ached inside your chest every time you thought of him. You missed him. So in order to move on, you tried to keep yourself busy, working in your personal projects, meeting with your college friends, to which you had to update into your new relationship status
It still ached, when the weekend came and you missed Ari the most. Because you weren’t going to see him. SO you prepared yourself mentally to get to your empty apartment, already the title of a very violent movie in your mind so you wouldn’t have to think, so you can distract yourself, already calculating how long the frozen chicken nuggets were going to take to cook and if you had any beer left.
You needed to drown yourself in things so you wouldn’t think about him. Which you couldn’t stop doing. You were thinking about him so much, he materialized in your living room when you entered your small apartment
Because it had to be a hallucination. The big man just standing there
Right? You closed to door behind you as you looked at him like he was a ghost, because that what he was
“Hello Sunshine” he greeted. And you just shook, completely shocked, and now, really scared
“Ari?” you called, he just smiled, and you realized then, he was truly there, in your home, “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to see you” he seemed he wanted to reach you, but you tensed in a way that made him stay there, only a few feet away from you
“We are broken up,” you said carefully. You wanted to ask him how he got in but you knew he had a key, and you left so fast you forgot to ask him for it.
“I know Sunshine” he said gently, lookin at you with that look that made your knees buckle, “I just miss you, I know you miss me, and I’m here to bring you home”
“Ari, I can’t trust you again” you said, frowning at his high opinion of himself, thinking he only had to show up fo you to forgive and forget, “This isn’t going to wok out, we want different things”
“I know that sweetheart” he said with a wide smile, “I think I can make you change your mind” he said, his smugness impressing you
“I love you with all my heart” you said, your voice as broken as your ticker. “But you did something awful to me,” he kept smiling as he walked towards you but you took two steps back, making his stop.
“I did it because I know what you truly want, and I know what I really want” he said convinced he did everything right, and that didn’t set well with you
“And I told you I needed a couple of years to figure things out!” you said back
“Ok, enough” Ari sentenced, “You are coming back to me, to our house, and we can talk there”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that” you said strongly, “Ari, maybe we can start over, talk about this, but I’m not sure we can resume what we had because I don’t trust you anymore”
“You don’t trust me?” he was getting angry and that made you scared, very much scared
“No, I don’t, Ari, please leave” you asked gently, trying to stay calm, he only chuckled
“I’m going anywhere without you” you huffed loudly
“Please Ari, you are scaring me” you begged
“You are coming with me,” he sentenced.
The last thing you remembered was running back to the door, and feeling his thick hands surround your face, going for your mouth and the other around your neck
And when you woke up, you quickly realized you weren’t in your home, you weren't in Ari’s home, you were in a completely different environment
You were in a comfortable bed, light coming into the room in small windows. Everything looked beautifully arranged, comforting even. But you didn’t know where you were and that scared you to your core
You turned fast when you finally noticed Ari just by your side, laying on the bed watching you carefully
“Ari what is this?” you asked. Had he taken you to a hotel or something? HE TOOK YOU SOMEWHERE, AND YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS. You finally remembered your last seconds before you passed out and you looked for a way out of the bed. But before you could get away from him, he grabbed you and made you laid there
“It’s a little safe house I put together, in case something happens” it starting sinking into you that perhaps being a “special agent” truly had his dark meaning
“Ari, why?.... Why am I here?” you asked gently, looking into his deep blue eyes, that turned cold and methodical
“You wanted to walk away from me” he said, hurt, “I can't have that, we are going to get married, have babies”
“Ari no, please” you begged, “What is this place?”
“Is the house you know and love” he said. You looked up at the window and you could identify trees, the same trees that surrounded the house, but they were in such a strange angle you could tell that you were in some sort of basement
“Ari, no….” you cried, “Let me get out of here” you looked back into his eyes, looming over you with his towering form
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you get away from me, I love you too much” he leaned and with you not being able to stop him, he kissed you. The kiss stole your breath away and then he jumped off of you and off the bed as well
“You’ll find everything that you’ll need in here” he said softly, you looked around and then you looked at him
“Ari, what do you mean?”
“I can’t trust you won’t leave again, so you’ll stay here” he said. You stood from the bed in a jump
“Ari, ok c’mon you can’t do this, you can't keep me in here!” you yelled
“I can and I will, it’ll make you see that you belong with me, and you are going to give me the family I always wanted, we belong together sweety you just need to see that” he turned around and started walking towards the only exit in the room. You didn’t know if you had to follow him but you did too late, he reached the heavy looking door and crossed it. Closing it behind him
You couldn't open it. you heard it's lock was put into place, locking you up in this room
“Ari this isn’t funny! LET ME GO!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. You knock on the door with your fists but it didn’t let up
After you just broke up….
Ari smiled as he saw the screen.
He knew you loved him. He knew it.
He didn’t take pride in installing that camera in your room, he didn’t need it anyways because he trusted you plainly, but now, oh he thanked himself he did.
You breaking up with him certainly wasn’t a part of his plan. He thought he was going to pull it off and knock you up, he then was going to ask you to marry him, so he could have you all to himself. But he wasn’t careful enough, and now, he had to appeal to plan B
It was his favorite plan anyways. Taking you all for himself.
But he had to be patient, he had to wait for his prey, he had to wait for the perfect moment.
And just like that, he started crafting his plan.
You had broken up with him, you had already met with your friends to tell them, and he did the same with his friends. Now, all he needed was an alibi, a trip up the firescape of your building,, and to wait.
You were going to disappear, and he needed to make sure he wasn’t a suspect for it.
He went down the stairs to his basement, he went directly for the bookcase, which he moved along the wall, revealing a door behind it, an armored clad metal door. code protected. He tapped in the code and it opened like a safe, revealing a “safe house” an open apartment.
He started decorating, taking care of the space, he put on fresh sheets on the King side bed, he took every sharp object, or anything that can be used as a weapon. The space even had a small kitchen, a bathroom with a tub. It was an escape he built in case he had to hide right in plain sight, or even if it was an apocalyptic event. He cleaned everything, removing the dust of the furniture and floor. He made sure the smart TV was working. It was a very comfortable space. White walls and a colorful sofa, this wasn’t a prison, this was a… safe house. It had a source of natural light, small windows the size of a shoe box all over the upper part of the space. He looked at everything with a smile on his face, you were going to be so happy here, here is where you were going to conceive your first child… He sighed happily making sure you had everything you’d ever wanted. He filled the bathroom with the products of shampoos and soaps he knew you loved. He even left you a music player and a small speaker. He knew how you loved music.
He filled the bookshelf all around where the TV stood, with your favorites. You were going to love it.
And after he brought you to your new home, he realized you didn't like it at all. You didn’t notice all the things he did for you but no matter, it was only a matter of time. He looked at the screen of the camera he had installed in the basement,, you were on the bed, crying, scared. He took a long sigh. It was going to take time but in the end, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from you. You just needed to realize that. You just needed to trust him
“Mr Ari Levinson?” greeted the policeman behind his door. Ari just smiled
“Yes, that’s me, is there anything I can help you with?” he said calmly, he opened the door of his home wide, showing the officer he had nothing to hide.
“I’m detective Torres, and I’m here to ask some questions” he said firmly, Ari only raised his eyebrow at his
“Regarding?”
“Do you know Mrs (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked, reading his open pad
“Yes, we used to date,” he said simply. The men then examined Ari up and down, frowning. He was older than her, “Is there something wrong?” he asked
“She is missing” he said firmly, analyzing him
“What?” Ari could win an Oscar with the performance he was giving
“She was reported missing by a friend when she didn’t answer her calls in 48 hours, we visited her apartment and found it empty, nobody has seen her, neither does her aunt, and her family” Ari worn concern on his face
“We broke up two weeks ago” he said firmly
“Sir, do you mind if we look around?” he asked nervously
“Excuse me?” he barked. With his 6’4 height. Ari looked down on the officer, who started stuttering, nervous, he was clearly a rookie
“Ok that won’t be necessary” Ari smiled softly when he saw his friend, Lee Bodecker, jump out of his car to save his young deputy
“But Sir” Lee stopped him with his hand up high
“Look, Mr Levinson” Ari just crossed his arms on his chest, looking at the pair, entertained, “A young girl is missing, 5 days now” he said, “and you dated her, we just need to make a few questions” he just nodded
“Should I call a lawyer? I got a good one” he winked at the sheriff
“No if you don’t have nothing to hide” Lee Barked
“Ok, ask me then”
“When was the last time you saw Mrs (Y/L/N)?” he asked
“Exactly two weeks ago” he said firmly, “When we broke up,” he grunted, still upset
“And have you had contact with her ever since?” he asked then. Lee smiled at Ari, knowing his officer couldn’t see him. He put his arm and lean in the frame of the door
“Yes, I tried to call her, three times, the three days that followed but she didn’t even answer me” he said, annoyed but fighting internally not to smile
“And then? something you should tell us?”
“I left the city for a business trip, I just got back” he said, taking a step aside so both men could look inside and see a black suitcase and a backpack.. If they only knew those were your things and not his
Ari looked into his phone, and showed them both a plane ticket that placed him out of the town for 10 days, just arriving this morning
“Ok then, sorry to bother you Sir” said Lee, his hand adjusting his hat
“I’m so sorry to hear she is missing” he said, “I care for her still, If there is anything I can do please let me know”
The sheriff just nodded and walked out of his porch with his young detective on his trails
Ari just smiled, closing the door
Oh he got you good, and nobody was going to take you away from him
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Ruined Makeup | b.h
pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader
warnings: smut, cnc, dacryphila, spitting, slapping, choking, hair pulling, name calling, oversimulation, dumbification, billy is reaaaally mean in this
w/c: 1.5k (lmao I got totally carried away)
summary: billy loves seeing you all fucked out with mascara running down your cheeks.
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The wood of the floor was a bit uncomfortable under your naked knees but that was the last worry you had at the moment.
"Where's your mascara?" Billy asked you sternly as he looked down at your fragile figure kneeling infront of him. You looked at your boyfriend with pure confusion written over your face. Why the hell does he want to have your mascara right now?
"Uhm, second drawer, I think" you answered him as you thought about all the possible things why he would need your mascara for now.
Directly after billy found your black mascara, he grabbed it and closed the drawer kind of aggressively. He bend down right infront of your kneeling stature before he muttered deeply,
"Open up your eyes for me" you had a questioning look on your face but it's billy motherfucking (literally) hargrove, and who are you to disobey him? So, you opened your eyes wider so that he would be able to apply the dark mascara on your lashes.
To your surprise, Billy was actually pretty gentle with applying the mascara and was pretty careful not to poke your eye out or something like that.
"Good girl, perfect" he praised you as you sat still for him while he did his job. Next, he closed the mascara again and threw it carelessly away. "Hey! Be careful with-"
"Shut up" he growled as he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed it a bit together. "Do you even know why I just put some mascara on your pretty lashes, or are you already to fucking dumb to even know that?" to be honest, yes, yes you were that fucking dumb because you really had no clue."You really are that fucking dumb already, huh?" he laughed sadistically before he basically 'threw' your jaw to the side and gripped your neck firmly as he pressed you harshly up against your closet. You clutched your own tiny hand around his big one as you tried to losen his grip a bit but it was completely useless to fight against him.
"aww, is she to weak, hmm?" he whisperd quietly as he squeezed your throat a bit tighter. "It's okay baby, shh, it's okay" he murmured gently as he starred into your eyes with a emotion you couldn't really read.
"You still got no idea why I put mascara on your lashes?" he asked you once again but you couldn't do anything expect to shake your head as much as you could from side to side, signaling a tiny 'no'.
"hmm, that's a shame, isn't it babydoll?" he questioned you as he slowly loosened his grip on your throat.
"Should I explain to my dumb little kitten why I put mascara on her lashes?" you nodded with your head as you waited for his answer patiently.
"Because I wanna look what her pretty little face looks like when mascara is running down her wet cheeks. When tears are flowing out of her eyes while she's begging me to stop. I wanna watch how the mascara is completely destroying that innocent look she's always wearing on her face like the perfect little girl that we all know she is not, I know your a slut who just wants to get fucked until she can't even speak properly anymore, I know that baby, believe me I know" he told you quietly as you began to grow nervous.
"get on the bed" he muttered to you before you stood up and went, again, into kneeling position on your bed. "On all fours" he ordered you demandingly as you faced now the mirror that you had behind your bed.
"I love your pretty face babydoll, belive me, but today I don't want to see it until it's ruined with my spit, our cum and your wonderful tears" he said right before he pushed his hard cock in your already wet pussy and started to thrust in and out of you.
"ahhh, fucking hell" you cried out into your pillow as Billy picked up the pace. "Fucking shit dollface, this pussy was fucking made for me to fuck it endlessly, isn't that right, huh? Answer me" he demanded loudly as he suddenly pushed your face further into the pillow with his hand and tilted his head so he would look down at your figure. "Y-yes! Yes, that's r-right billy" you whimpered louder and louder as you felt your orgam approaching you quickly.
"wanna cum lil slut? Huh? Wanna cum all over my cock you pathetic useless lil thing?" he asked you aggressively as he pushed your sweaty face more and more into your big pillow. Billy looked down and tried to focus on the feeling of his wet cock slipping in and out of your poor hole, he laughed hatefully as he picked up his pace and thew his own head back, taking the pleasure he was feeling from sliding in and out of your cunt all in. You screamed out in pain and pleasure as he changed the angle a bit. "Oh fuck, p-please, please!" you screamed as you felt your orgam only seconds away.
"C'mon slut, fuck yourself dumb on my cock, let it all out" he muttered quietly into your ear as he didn't stop fucking you ruthlessly with his cock from behind.
"stop billy, s-stop" you cried out as you felt how tears were dripping down your cheeks onto the pillow. "Oh I'm not done with you baby, not yet" he whisperd right before he grabbed you wildly by the back of your neck and twisted his hand roughly into your messy hair as he made you look at your fucked up face in the mirror.
"Fucking hell, look at you doll, look at that tear stained face, look at the beautiful mascara running down your cheeks, completely ruining that inncont little face of yours, you look like a fucked out lil slut, you hear me? your just enjoying fucking yourself stupid on my cock don't you? Yes you do babydoll, I know you do. C'mon, don't stop, go on fucking yourself to tears on my cock, fuck yourself dumb."
"Please s-stop, I-I can't anymore-"
"You can and you will, I'm gonna fuck this pussy dumb, you understand me? Fuck. it. dumb" he said in a singing kind of voice just to mock you before he started to rub your sensitive clit with his fingertips.
"No! n-no, please, I'm begging y-you, please s-stop, I c-can't give you another- oh my fucking shit!" you cried out in pain but also pleasure. "It's t-too much billy, it's-"
"Shut the fuck up and take it slut, let me fuck your pretty little head dumb, would you?" he asked you with a cruel smile painted on his lips. "Look in the mirror" he ordered quietly. You didn't even understand anything anymore, you were stuttering like a lil baby trying to say it's first words. He twisted his hand harder into your sweaty hair and pulled your head up so you would stare right into the mirror.
"Look in the fucking mirror, you already so fucked that you can't even follow a simple task like that? I'm disappointed" he shook his head in pure disappointment while he laughed watching your body and especially your face in the reflection of the mirror. He moved his one hand so it was right infront of your mouth. "spit" he ordered quietly. You slowly collected a ball of spit in your mouth before you opened your mouth and let it run from your tounge down onto his open palm. "good girl" he praised you quickly before he took his hand back and pulled his dick out of your used hole for a few seconds.
"Don't s-stop please-"
"Oh now you want me to go on? You were literally begging me five minutes ago to stop and now you don't want me to stop using your pussy for my pleasure? Pathetic, fucking pathetic" he growled loudly as he collected some of your guys cum on his hand with your spit and entered your with cum filled cunt again. Billy leaned his body slightly forward and wiped one of the many tears away that were rolling down your face with his thumb before he grabbed your jaw with the other hand. "look up for me" he demanded quietly but clearly. Suddenly he slapped you right across the face with his spit and cum covered hand and laughed spitefully before he roughly stuffed his fingers into your open mouth and made you gag on them with a smirk on his face. Right after gagging you, he decided that he fucked your mouth long enough with his fingers and grabbed your face again and made you look in the mirror as he whisperd into your ear.
"Told ya you would fuck yourself utterly dumb while you face is covered in your tears, my spit and our cum"
And fucking hell was he right.
Because when you looked over your should to take a quick glanze at him, only then you realized that he wasn't even moving his hips anymore. You were fucking yourself absolutely dumb on his cock. Only you.
Show Me
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out.
Word Count: 6.8k
Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).
Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️
Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL.
Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex
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“You ever touch yourself?”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.
You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.
“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”
You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.
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AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK
this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man
okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work
(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)
and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*
fin
(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)
oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.
content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy
Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.
In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.
“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.
“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.
“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”
"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.
"Hm?” She hummed.
“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.
She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“
“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.
“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.
“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"
She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.
“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.
“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.
He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”
“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.
“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.
“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.
“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.
“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.
"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.
"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.
She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.
“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.
“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.
He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.
He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.
"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.
"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.
"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.
"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.
"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.
She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.
"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.
She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.
Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.
Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.
It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.
"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.
"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.
"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.
"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.
"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.
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Nesting
mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy;
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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love.
Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best.
You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.
She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one.
Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:
“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”
You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.
“Husband? I don’t-”
“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.
“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you.
“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.”
“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.
You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.
Steven Grant Rogers.
The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle.
And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago.
You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why.
You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.
He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling.
And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.
Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment.
He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you.
Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim.
You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat.
The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation.
At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.
And the articles made your head spin.
You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club.
Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.
You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator.
So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway.
But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished.
You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you.
If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.
Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.
Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.
You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window.
You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble.
“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.”
A smooth voice startled you.
A familiar voice.
You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him.
You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him.
Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled.
You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front.
You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.
“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk.
“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”
You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you.
That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.
Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order.
Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened.
Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad.
Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:
“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.”
This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back.
You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him.
The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help.
“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him.
“What?” You stared up at him, confused.
“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.
You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.
“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.
Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.
“As you should.” He praised you.
He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.
“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid.
You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror.
Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.
“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.”
He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside.
You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened.
“First things first-” Steve pulled away.
He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.
“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.”
“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy.
He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.
“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”
kook!reader picks up rafe from a party
Droves of drunken teenagers and young adults filled the house and front lawn, cheering and dancing along to the blaring music as Reader pulled into Topper’s driveway. She had decidedly chosen not to attend Topper’s party that evening, she had been battling a headache all morning and, after attending the pregame with the boys, had instead opted to spend the night at home. That was until she got a call from Kelce telling her Rafe was going crazy looking for her and she needed to get here quickly before things got ugly.
Once she put the car in park, Reader quickly took her keys out before heading towards the wide open front door. Weaving through the crowds of people, she searched the crowd for any sign of the Kook boys.
“There you are!” Reader turned around to find Topper, his hair a mess and some girl hanging off of his arm. It wasn’t Sarah, but Reader wasn’t too surprised considering the two of thems constant fighting and on-and-off relationship.
“Where is he?” Reader asked.
“He’s in my room,” Topper said, “but he’s bad. He was… just be ready, a’ight?”
Reader nodded before going up the stairs towards Topper’s bedroom. As she neared the door she could feel her stomach churning. This was by no means the first time she had needed to pick one of the boys up from a party because they were too drunk to walk, but by how Topper made it sound, she was afraid of what would be behind that door. Would he be passed out? Would he be bleeding from some fight with a Pogue? Would he be dead?
“Did you call her? Is she coming?” She could hear Rafe’s voice pleading from inside Topper’s room.
“Yeah, she’s on her way, she’ll be here any moment you—” Kelce responded.
“Why isn’t she here right now? I can’t— I need her to—” Rafe was cut off when Reader finally opened the door. He was pacing along the floor in front of Topper’s bed, running his trembling hands along his shirt and through his hair. Kelce sat on the edge of the bed in front of him, his eyes filled with worry.
“Fucking finally,” Kelce said, letting out a deep breath. Rafe ran up to Reader quickly, causing her to jump back, running her eyes over the tall boy. His forehead was drenched with sweat, his pupils huge, and his breathing ragged and uneven as he stood in front of her, practically vibrating with energy.
“Thanks, Kels.” Reader said quietly as Kelce nodded before escaping out the door behind her. She closed it quietly before turning back towards Rafe.
“You’re here.” Rafe said breathlessly, cracking a small grin.
“What the fuck, Rafe.” Reader scoffed. Had he really had her drive all the way to Topper’s house just to stand in front of her and stare at her, high out of his fucking mind?
“I know, I know, I fucked up.” He said, taking another step towards her. She backed away, her stern gaze locked on him. She had known Rafe long enough to know that coddling him wasn’t an option when he was like this. She loved him, and he was her best friend, but he was an addict.
“Fucking obviously, Rafe. Jesus, what did you take?” Reader said, her arms crossed.
“I don’t know I was just—”
“You don’t know?” Reader couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“No, I do I just—” Rafe ran his fingers through his hair with a huff. “I took some coke, alright? I guess my tolerance was all fucked up after I hadn’t had it it in a while and I just took too much so I had some drinks and—”
“Rafe,” Reader groaned, closing her eyes tightly and running her hands down her face. He had been doing so well, nearly two weeks clean from coke and alcohol. In fact, they had just gone out for coffee yesterday to celebrate. He had called it cheesy, but she was proud of him.
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Rafe pleaded, grabbing her hands away from her face. Reader pulled them back, not wanting to feel his shaky, clammy hands on her.
“What happened? What changed?” Reader said, her eyes welling up with tears at the sight of the boy.
“I— you— fuck!” Rafe shook, hitting the side of his head with his fists as he paced in front of her. Reader grabbed his wrists, attempting to pull them away from his head. The two grappled for a moment before Rafe finally gave in, dropping to his knees in front of her with a sob.
“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so, so stupid. I don’t deserve you.” He said, burying his face into the front of Reader’s shirt and wrapping his arms around her torso. Reader set her hands on the top of his head, soothing his hair as he cried.
“Rafe, you need to tell me what happened.” Reader said quietly but sternly, tilting his head back to look at her. His face was streaked with tears, his bottom lip trembling as he looked back at her. She had seen him like this before, rambling drunkenly or angrily high out of his mind. It wasn’t often, though, that he cried like this, sobs racking through his body and eyes bloodshot as he clung on to her.
“You.” Rafe whispered. “You weren’t here and I… I needed you here.”
Reader looked back at him in silence. Her best friend, the boy she was desperately in love with, on his knees telling her it was her fault he was like this. It was her fault he was feeling this pain. It was her fault he felt the need to drown out the agony he felt inside him by getting high.
“What?” Reader said. She almost felt like she was gonna vomit, various emotions racing through her mind. Was this her fault? No, how could it be? How dare he blame her for this?
“I just…” Rafe sighed. “I don’t know how to… be myself when you’re not here. It feels like I’m fucking drowning without you. I can’t do it. I just can’t keep acting like I’m not in l—”
Rafe cut himself off, burying his head back into Reader’s shirt. Reader felt tears sting at her eyes. He needed her, fucking needed her, to be himself. To be the Rafe she always knew he was, the one he could be… He couldn’t even see it in himself.
“Rafe.” Reader spoke softly, slowly lowering herself to come down to his eye level.
“I’m sorry, that was— I can’t just put that on you. I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking.” Rafe sniffled, wiping his nose on his t-shirt sleeve. He finally met her eyes, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist.
“Why?” Reader said softly, pressing her hand to his cheek gently. “Why can’t you be yourself? Why don’t you see that in yourself?”
Rafe felt himself melt into her touch as her fingers grazed his skin. He wanted to tell her so much, wanted to dump everything out and tell her how he felt. That being without her was like torture. That having to act everyday like they were just friends, like he didn’t think about her every second. Like he couldn’t even picture a future that she wasn’t included in. Like he wasn’t head over heels, ridiculously in love with her… but he knew it wasn’t fair. It wouldn’t be fair of him to do that to her. To pull her even deeper into his fucked up, violent, angry world, risking hurting himself or, god forbid, something happening to her. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to her because of him.
“I… I don’t know.” Rafe said with an exhale, but Reader knew the answer. He had been groomed his whole life to put his self worth into others, never able to have confidence in himself. Always striving to please someone, do things for others, but never for himself. In his own twisted mind, he couldn’t get clean for himself, but he could get clean for her. He couldn’t rationalize doing something as “selfish” as making himself better for the sake of his health or wellbeing, but he would try for her. If that’s what she wanted, of course he would do it. But if she wasn’t going to be there, then what was the point? He might as well waste his life away.
“I just wish that you could see yourself like I see you.” Reader said softly, wiping one of the remaining tears from under his eyes.
“And how do you see me?” Rafe whispered, his eyes scanning her face slowly.
“I see you as that boy who loved playing soccer with his sisters in the backyard.” Reader smiled.
“I see you as that boy who told me about cooties, then proceeded to avoid me for a whole week in kindergarten. I see you as that boy who always made sure to give me one of his Oreos every single day in Ms Katten’s third grade class. I see you as that boy who… hugged me when I was crying at my brother's funeral. I see you as that boy who gave me the best night of my life at Midsummers. Rafe, I see you for the good, kind boy that you can be. That you are.” Reader said, her head swarming with memories of the two of them from childhood. They sat in the quiet for a moment, Rafe sitting in her words. Was that really how she saw him? As a nice person? A good person? Not as a psychotic, violent addict who ruined everything he touched?
“I didn’t realize that was how you thought of me.” Rafe said quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
“I think the world of you, Rafe.” Reader said, her hand pressing into his cheek gently. “I just wish you would think of yourself that way.”
Rafe nodded solemnly before pulling her into him, burying his head in her neck as he held her tightly. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and resting her head next to his.
“I love you.” She said into his shirt. Of course she did, he was her best friend. He didn’t need to know that he invaded her every waking thought. That she couldn’t fathom her life without him. That she felt addicted to him, like she needed him to breathe… like she was totally in love with him.
“I love you too.” He said. He meant it, obviously, but he only wished she knew how much he loved her… or loved him the way he loved her.
DONE DEAL
pairing : coach!rafe x soccermom!reader
warnings : minors dni, 18+ smut towards the end, cheating (i do not condone cheating and fuck cheaters!!), creampie, reader calls rafe “coach”, very very very tiny mention of butt stuff and impact play, p in v, bribery LMAO
word count : 1,355
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recently your husband has been stressing your son out over scouting season, barely able to focus on his grades without worrying about practice and the new coach who has been putting him on bench for the past few games, on top of not disappointing his dad who’s life was getting his son into the professional league. your husband always grumbling about how the new coach was an asshole while you cleaned up his damn mess and talking about how unfair it was that he wasn’t putting your son in his rightful place before continuing to spew shit about what a letdown your son was compared to him when he was in highschool. you’ve been seeing how much it’s been affecting your house so of course since you’re such a great mom, you make it all better <3
—by going to coach cameron’s office. “come in.” he calls out from the other side of his door, looking up at you once he hears your heels click against the wood floor. rafe raises an eyebrow at your sudden appearance, lips curved in a smirk of amusement meanwhile his eyes just drinking in your form. you were definitely not who he was expecting to come knocking at his door but he was more than happy that it was. he’s been tired of pushing housewives off his arms since he’d gotten this job. not you though, nah, nah never you. rafe has been waiting for this in fact.
“sorry to interrupt, coach cameron, just wanted to talk to you about something. if that’s alright?” this perks up his ears and rafe pushes away whatever he was doing earlier to give you his full attention, gesturing to the chair across from him to which you oblige. “something bothering you at all? cause i’m here to solve it if that’s the case, ma’am.” rafe replied, hands folded on top of his desk. you let out a soft sigh, looking down at the ground like you were in a pitiful position, “actually there is something bothering me..”
“yeah? well, i can’t have that. talk to me.” you look up at rafe once he says those words, doe eyes working your magic on him, “well, y’know scouting season is coming up and my husband has been awfully stressed about it. i know my son is very talented, i’ve seen it.”
yeah rafe knows, he’s already turned down multiple offers that your nasty little husband has bribed him with. rafe also knows that you’ve attended every game because he’s been more distracted by you than actually focused on the game. the sight being too enticing not to look at— those pouty lips paired with hips that filled out your jeans and tits practically spilling out your top. sometimes he would take your son off the bench just to see you jump up to cheer, watching your tits bounce like a pervert. “so, what’s your point here ma’am?” he leans in closer, urging you to come out with it.
your lips curve into a small smile before you continue, “i was wondering if you could give my son a chance? i think he deserves a bigger spot on the team.” rafe grins at you, leaning back and folding his meaty arms that make you glance down at them before making eye contact again, “oh you do, do you? are you implying you want me to put your boy in the spotlight? make him look good for the recruiters, yeah?”
“maybe.” you tilt your head to the side, giving him that sweet ol’ smile. he rubs his jaw in thought, looking at those eyes of yours that are definitely enticing him no doubt about that. “talk to people too?” he asks and you nod again knowing how much connections he has that could greatly benefit your son. you just want the best for him is all, is that so wrong?
“alright, alright.. that’ll cost you though, i’m a very fair man and i don’t do these type of favors usually. like to give my boys all honest chances but for you— for you, i can make a very special exception.” rafe’s eyes roam all over you with very known intentions before stopping at the golden band on your finger, he can get a bigger rock for you like you deserve than that puny thing that’s for sure, “you give me what i want and we’ve got a done deal. that sound good, angel?”
again you save the day, “mhm.”
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knock. knock. “coach?” a voice calls out from outside, thank god the door was locked or else whoever was behind that door would’ve gotten a good look of you bent over his desk with rafe pounding you like his life depended on it.
rafe growls, leaning closer to you, chest pressed to your back while he covers your mouth with a firm hand. “gonna need you to keep quiet, kay? one sound and our deal is off, baby.” he slows his pace down a bit to silence any skin slapping sounds that might be heard from outside. “if no one is dying or hurt, then scram. come see me later.” he yells out to the student outside while his eyes focus on how your cunt is swallowing his length, hearing that familiar voice he uses out in the field that always made your thighs clench and your heart flutter.
the shadow behind the door disappears and footsteps cascade down the hall, rafe groans and takes his hand off your mouth before getting off. his hips snapping over and over against your ass making your eyes roll back, drooling all over his desk, he holds onto your waist so tightly that you’re sure you might get a bruise. “there you go, baby. yeahhh taking that dick real nice just for your son to be the star? that’s what you want, huh?“ he spat, slapping your ass and keeping his hand there while his thumb slots into your other hole. you nod desperately because that’s all you can really do when you’re this fucked out. your stomach feels all full and your mind is all dizzy.
little grunts and squelches from your pussy filling the room once more as rafe takes everything out on you. a whine slips past your lips and you clench around him once you feel that familiar feeling. rafe groans upon feeling you tighten around him, his dick twitching signaling he’s close. “fuckin’ milking my cock, baby. jesus christ—“ his hand slips past your waist to rub against your clit, helping you with your orgasm. “where do you want it, angel? c’mon tell me. you gonna let me cum inside? get you pregnant and have you guessing?”
“mhm— please, ‘need it coach!” you melt, hands clutching the edge with dear life because you might actually fall with how hard he’s going, your head turns to look at him behind you. rafe’s eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is open slack, he makes eye contact with you and your teary eyes. rafe smirks at how messy you are, how messy he made you. “yeah that’s right, you need it huh? gonna give it to you, don't you worry, baby.”
you moan out as his fingers massage your puffy nub faster, body shuddering before you let it all out, creaming on his cock. rafe isn’t far behind because once he feels your cunt gripping his cock, you feel his hot cum spurting so deep into you causing you to mewl at the sensation. rafe stays inside for a couple more seconds as you both catch your breaths, he soon pulls out much to your dismay, his eyes watching as the combined liquid drips down your leg. he licks his lips and collects it all before stuffing it back in. “don’t be wasting this precious shit, yeah? this isn't gonna be a one time thing, don’t forget that.”
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the next time after your son’s game, let’s just say that both your husband and son were ecstatic over his performance and the fact that he caught a lot of important people’s attention. you wink at your son cause mama’s got it <33
My Pretty Girl
Eddie Munson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader
Summary: (Spoiler free) Eddie's horny and he needs you, even if it means taking you in a random classroom.
Warnings: Smut, praise kink, classroom sex, fingering, oral sex(f receiving), pet names, creampie, spit as lubrication.
A/N: not my gif and requests are open!
Eddie was the absolute love of your life, something no one expected. You were the pretty, popular cheerleader dating the weird cult leader of the Hellfire club. It was a bit cliche to you, maybe not? Everyone expected you to be with someone like Jason but he was a bit of a dick. Eddie was sweet, funny, passionate about his club and he loved you--and weed.
"Hey baby," he greeted, closing your locker. You hadn't seen him all morning. You smiled brightly and he tilted your chin up to kiss him. You cupped his cheek and melted into the kiss but pulled away when Dustin shuddered.
"Please don't eat each other's faces off in the hallway," Dustin said.
You playfully stuck out your tongue at him and waved goodbye as he left.
"Love that shirt on you," Eddie smirked, referring to the Hellfire Club shirt over your cheerleading top. Despite not officially being in the club you'd wear Eddie's shirt or the one you owned around school earning stares and whispers. Let's just say the school didn't quite approve of your relationship with the 'freak' but no one ever said it for you to actually hear. Even if they did, he was the one you wanted, you didn't care about what they thought.
"Why thank you kind sir," you giggled.
He wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest, inhaling his scent that brought you comfort.
"Are you high?" you chuckled, knowing the answer.
"That and I'm also horny." You couldn't deny that being so close to him made you horny, even if you were at school.
"Well, we can't do anything about that right now can we Ed?" you shrugged and turned to walk away. He did exactly what you wanted him to do. His rough hand gripped your wrist and pulled you flush against his chest.
"You and me both know we can," he said, leaning down into you ear, sending shivers throughout your body. God, how did you get so lucky.
He lifted you up, catching you by surprise and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate--hungry, and he walked with you, breaking it periodically so he could look around and open the door of an empty classroom. He laid you on the teacher's desk and locked the door behind him. Thankfully, you were on lunch break and the halls and classrooms were empty so he could have you without being interrupted.
His soft lips attacked yours again before he moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking. You let out breathy moans when he reached the sweet spot on your neck. You'd probably have to borrow some concealer from Chrissy to cover up the mark he would surely leave.
"I have the most beautiful girlfriend in all of Hawkins," Eddie beamed. He wasn't just saying it to make you feel good, he truly believed it. He never imagined you would give him the light of day a year ago when he asked you out but to his and everyone else's shock, you agreed to the date and you had been inseparable since.
"And I have the most handsome boyfriend in all of Hawkins." He didn't bother pulling your tops from your body, only riding them and your bra up so he could place his hands on your breasts.
"Eddie," you moaned when he pinched your nipples. He swore his cock throbbed in his pants when you moaned his name. No matter how many times he heard it the effect was always the same.
"Need you so bad," you whined.
"Patience princess." He spread your legs and slipped off your panties and tights. "I'll be keeping these," he winked, placing the lace black panties in his back pocket. You vividly remember there being a box of your underwear under his bed or maybe you were just high out of your mind.
"Always so wet for me. I'm in love with you," he smirked. All you could do was moan his name in response as he leaned down and licked from your sopping entrance to your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins and your body shivered when he continuously flicked your bundle of nerves. His skilled tongue focused on your clit and he slipped a finger into your hole.
"J-just like that Ed," you moaned, your back arching off the desk. He slowly pumped his finger inside you, curling it and hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. The flicking of his tongue sped up, and he felt your walls clamp around his finger.
"Oh you gonna cum princess? Wanna cum for me sweetheart?"
"Yes, please, please," you pleaded, feeling the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.
"Go ahead my pretty girl, cum for me," he said, huskily. As soon as Eddie gave you the go ahead, the coil burst and your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you. His tongue lapped up your juices and he took his finger from your pussy and brought it to your lips. You obediently took it into your mouth and sucked off your juices.
"Taste how sweet you are?" he asked, unbuttoning his black jeans.
You nodded, still trying to catch your breath from the after effects of your high. He pulled out his pink, veiny cock and put his hand to your lips. You spat on his hand and he used it as lubrication for his already wet cock and stroked it slowly.
"Eddie, please," you begged, needing to feel him inside you before the lunch break came to an end.
"As you wish darling." Your jaw dropped feeling him fill you to the brim. Eddie was no small man, and no matter how many times you had sex, his size and how good he felt always left you amazed.
"Fuck, you feel so good, clenching around me so well," Eddie moaned. His chocolate brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he rolled his hips to meet yours, relishing in your wetness.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck as he fucked you, rocking the desk as he did. It was a bit romantic, really.
"Oh- oh fuck me Eddie," you whimpered, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. Your hands gripped his long, brown hair, tugging and pushing him into your neck.
"That's exactly what I'm doing princess," he said, letting out a breathy chuckle. His hands roamed your body and found your breasts again, squeezing them and adding to your pleasure.
Hearing your soft whimpers and moans in his ear made his balls tighten and he knew he needed to cum. But not until you did.
"Oh God, yes!" Eddie!" He kissed your lips to contain your loud moans as he fucked into you rougher and faster. He was deep in your guts, exactly where he always wanted to be.
Your walls clenched around his cock as his strokes grew more powerful.
"Ed- shit, I'm gonna-" You were unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through you like a sharp knife and you chanted his name over and over like a prayer.
"That's my good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect little cheerleader," he praised. He continued fucking you through your high, holding your hips tightly so you wouldn't topple over.
"You feel so good baby, just gotta cum inside you," he moaned. You didn't answer, just the thought of Eddie releasing inside you, was enough to make you moan.
Feeling you clench around him even tighter, indicated you wanted it as much as he did.
"That's it. Fuck. Take my cum, take all of it like the perfect girl you are," he growled. His warm release spurted inside you, filling you to the brim. Your pussy milked him of all he had and he allowed his cock to soften inside you before he pulled out.
"Good girl, my good girl," he said, pecking your lips.
You played with his long hair as he fixed your shirt and your bra. As expected, you didn't get your underwear back, all you could do was pull up your tights under your short skirt and pray no one would see the large wet patch in the middle.
Guess who finally watched the Batman movie and right after this read a bunch of Fanfics, where they throw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson
…It’s me
and I’m gonna do that too^^
Edit: Fanfics here
Pink-haired characters are scientifically proven to be superior 🌸
get your own print here ❤️
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