Darkgardenersoul - Pretty Lady

Everyone talks about how their world crushed when they found out Santa wasn't real, but for me it was when I learned that clouds are vapors.

they thells she shells by the he whore

My friend just told me I can't compete with Alejandra Onieva (Sebastian Stan's girlfriend) and this was my reply :/ PS I wrote I meant compete**

the truth needs to be told.

Fuck Taurus men

Me everytime Loki and Sylvie look at each other:

Always the Bridesmaid

Starring: Ari Levinson x Plus Size Fem!Reader

Summary: Ari likes it when he helps you relax

Once again, inspired by my bestie @wayward-blonde who sent me this photo!

Warnings: NSFW! 18+Only.

A/N: For all my ladies with thick thighs and softer bellies like myself!

Word Count: 1078

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Taking a sip of your wine, you sigh with content as the crisp Chardonnay hits your tongue and slides down your throat. Smiling to yourself, you watch your best friend laugh and smile while her brand new husband spun her around on the dance floor.

Your eyes wander and your breath hitches when you see him. Ari Levinson, best man and object of every woman’s desire judging from the circle of women surrounding him as he took long chugs from a beer. You watch his lips wrap around the bottle, arousal flooding your panties as you imagine those same lips pressing kisses along your bare skin.

The fantasy would never happen though, you frown, draining the yellow liquid from the glass. As beautiful as you felt today in your dress, you couldn’t help but think about your smaller counterparts. You bet they didn’t have to ask for a dress that would hide their soft tummy and flatter their fuller figure. Surely Ari would pick one of the women with long toned legs in a short sparkly mini dress to bring back to his room tonight.

“Doing well, sunshine?”

You hadn’t noticed Ari leave his fan club and stand in front of your table. You swore you saw his eyes dip to the swell of your chest and back up to your face, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m fine, just taking a break!” You rush out, dying on the inside because this man can reduce you to a wet puddle with just his presence. The heat creeps up the back of your neck when Ari doesn’t move, his deep blue eyes searching yours.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit… tense.” He places his bottle on the table, shrugging out of his tux jacket, placing it over a chair and loosening his tie.

“Yup! Just need one more of these!” You lift your empty wine glass, moving to stand. It was the low growl, and the soft but firm command that has you sinking back into your seat.

“Stay.”

Ari glanced around, placing a finger to his lips in a silent “shush.” When he sees that no eyes are on him, he drops to his knees, lifting the floor length tablecloth and disappearing from view. It’s mere moments before you feel him, his hands caressing your feet, carefully slipping them out of your heels.

He massages your calves, his fingertips following the path up your legs tickling the skin of your inner thighs. Bunching up the chiffon of your dress, he pauses, waiting for you to shift so it gathers around your hips. He places your leg on a chair, allowing him access to your waiting center.

He noses up the crotch of your panties, deeply inhaling your scent. They’re already soaked, a shudder overtaking your body when his tongue lightly teases you through the fabric. You’re in a daze, not believing that this is actually happening, but you aren’t going to be the one to stop him.

Ari nips at your flesh, kissing everywhere but where you need him to. Your fingers grip your seat, breaths coming out hot and heavy when he pulls your panties to the side. You’re eager, and you swore you heard him chuckle when you wiggle to spread yourself open as wide as you could.

It’s the soft burn of his beard you feel first, lightly scraping against your cunt, jolts of pleasure spreading from your core to the outer extremities. His tongue laves around your lips, taking his time, teasing you to the brink before pulling back, a cool stream of air blown along your wetness. Finally, you gasp when his tongue spears through your cunt, a broad stripe licked up through your slit.

“Have you seen Ari?” Your eyes snap open in the direction of the voice, one of the women from his fan club standing at the other side of the table, hands on her hips waiting for an answer. Of course he takes this opportunity to suck your clit into his mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try to speak.

“He’s not… I haven’t… seen him.” You stammer, Ari’s tongue gliding expertly over your clit, his mouth making love to your pussy like it’s his only purpose. The woman huffs, oblivious to your state, intent on finding the man that is feasting between your legs.

“Well if you see him, could you tell him I’m looking for him? Thanks!” She’s gone in an instant, and your attention is back where it’s supposed to be.

Lifting the cloth, you set your eyes on the adonis on his knees. For you. Ari pulls back, a devilish smile spread across his pretty face, his beard smothered in your cream. “You taste like the sweetest peach sunshine,” he watches his fingers get swallowed by your cunt, mesmerized at how wet you are. “I can’t wait to experience all of you.”

He spits on your pussy, going back to attacking your clit with his tongue. The wet sounds so loud you swear the entire room can hear, but you don’t care. All you want now is to drown Ari’s mouth with your cum.

He’s knuckle deep in your channel, your seep staining the front of his shirt. You take a mental picture of this beautiful man who’s so ravenous at the taste of your juice he can’t get enough. He’s making you feel so fucking good you can’t form a coherent thought, his fingers milking your sweet spot while his tongue swirls your Pearl. You can’t take it anymore, the pressure is too great, and it’s been too long since you’ve felt another’s touch.

Biting your lip you come undone, releasing a torrent on Ari’s face. He loves it, running his face in your essence like it’s his own private shower opening his mouth and letting it run down his chin.

Ari gently places your panties back in place, his lips leaving wet trails along your skin. Finally coming up for air, he slides into the chair next to you, his face a handsome smug mess from making you come. Reaching into his pocket he slides a keycard to you, and the tent in his pants is not lost under your hungry eyes.

“Meet me in room 241 in half an hour.” He whispers, the smell of sex filling your space. “It’s time for me to worship the rest of you properly.”