JACKIE BROWN Dir. Quentin Tarantino (1997)

blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff 😍

Godddd I’m watching The Godfather Pt I and I’m always looking for Santino 😩

SANTINO MY BELOVED 😩😩😩

Why does he look dazed and confused

I’m sorry but this grill the grid was so funny cause one hand you have Lando just calm, totally just accepting his fate and asking “heh?” for every letter and in stark contrast you have Charles on the brink of a menty b forgetting every single person he’s ever met and possibly his own name.

‧₊˚. ୨୧ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭

summary! — it’s hard to keep your hands to yourself when he looks like that.

warnings! — smut, age gap (ari is in his 40s, reader is in 20s), Daddy kink, rough vaginal sex, degradation, dumbification, praise, dirty talk, creampie kink, teasing, sex in a kitchen, public sex/exhibitionism, hand clamped over mouth, dom!ari, pet names (princess, sweetie, baby), mentions of: spanking + jealousy + ransom drysdale + female masturbation, size kink, one (1) spank, panty sniffing, healthy possessiveness?, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairings! — dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!reader.

word count! — 2.7k

author’s note! — this is a very late bday gift for @evansbby i hope you enjoy sweetie!!! 🥰🫶💖💞 love you so so much!! i’m so sorry for the delay!! and thank you so much @sweetlilbambi for helping me come up with this idea!! ilysm bb! 🤍🫶🥹 MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

taglist — @hansensfics

Ari cuts you a stern look for the millionth time tonight. You carry two plates in your hands and help him clean up the table while others gather their belongings. They praise you for being such a sweet girl, and Ari agrees. 

Well, kind of.

While your manners are impeccable, your behaviour isn’t. Ari is the only one who notices, and you’re thankful for that. The whole night, you’ve been riling him up in ways that make the brutish man blush. He’s had to blame the heat for the pink of his cheeks when asked what’s wrong. 

You brush past him in an effort to put the dishes in the sink, squeezing between the kitchen island and his body. Ari halts his steps, waiting for you to pass first because it’s what’s proper to him. You purposefully brush your ass against his crotch, biting your lip when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans. 

The small bit of friction is relaxing for him, until he remembers that this is your problem that you keep worsening. It takes everything in him not to snap and do something—anything. 

You continue your journey to the sink and pretend like nothing happened, marvelling at how much your little shenanigans have affected him. Clearly, it doesn’t take much for the older man to get riled up. 

There’s a tiny voice in your head that says the complete opposite and even adds something sweet and hopeful. He’s like that because of you. Flashes of proof in the form of memories come up. 

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the saccharine pet names he only calls you. And the jealousy that bubbled and boiled when your father told him about the guy you were seeing—a trust fund playboy who had ghosted you. 

It makes sense, and maybe that’s why you’ve got this sudden burst of confidence.

Ari ushers your family members and their friends out to his backyard, where they continue their jovial get-together under the pink, purple, and orange skies. There’s a swimming pool that’s been cleaned, but you didn’t bring your bathing suit.

“Princess, get me those bottles on the table,” Ari suddenly demands, shutting the sliding glass door behind the white curtains, and spinning around. His voice is deep, gravelly, and commanding. Your body moves before your mind even jumps into action, already succumbing to the older man. “Good girl. Thanks.”

You clench your thighs at the praise, a phrase he uses far too much. You’ve always found that he hangs back whenever he says it, almost as if he’s waiting for something or probing you for a reaction. You’ve learned to school your expressions, though, unable to forget the time he said it to you and you choked on your saliva.

He met you for the very first time—and it was at a party just like this. Except there were more strangers and you were utterly clueless about your surroundings. Your parents had bragged about some accomplishment of yours when they introduced you to him. As he shook your hand, he congratulated you. 

Then, they somehow felt the need to say you’ve never once acted out too wildly, and your father’s best friend smirked at you. His words are something you’ll never forget—oh really? What a good girl. 

The dark green of the beer bottles and mahogany of the wine go hand in hand. You pick them up by their long mouths and smile at the feel. They’re lighter than they were about half an hour ago, but your wicked habit still surfaces.

Your thumb on your dominant hand comes up to the opening of the beer bottle, and it swirls the parted glass. You make it seem like something you’re mindlessly doing, but Ari can see right through your farce. 

He did the moment you replicated that very same action, sitting across from him as everyone ate. Your insinuation of a handjob made his cock throb—and it still does. Though, he’d never let you tease him like that—he can’t let you continue.

Fed up, Ari grasps the empty bottles and pulls them out of your grasp, throwing them into the garbage can and clenching his jaw as you gasp. You’re shocked at his behaviour—yeah, right. You saw this coming from miles away and he knows that.

The innocent act is sexy, he has to admit. It’s like your short skirts that give the illusion of ingenuity even though anyone can see your most private areas.

When you arrived earlier than he envisioned, you helped him out in the kitchen. Cleaning up his messes as he cooked for twelve people. You bent down when you knew he was looking, making sure he got a good glance at your pink thong and the wet patch on it.

“Are you finished? Hm? Did you have your fill? Or do you still wanna keep goin’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest and the hair that covers it. “What are you talking about, Ari? There’s still a huge mess on the table.”

False annoyance and determination (to tidy up) laces your words. Ari gets a hint of it like it’s alcohol in a fucking cake. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, princess,” he grumbles, raising his eyebrows to elicit an answer from you. “I don’t know what you want from me, Ari. I’m just doing the right thing and helping you out,” you tell Ari, not able to look in his direction.

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are—how much of a needy slut you’re being. 

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Actin’ like you weren’t behaving like a whore during dinner. You were rubbin’ on my cock and giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes all night long.”

The older man isn’t wrong at all. 

You placed your feet in his lap and fiddled with his cock, rubbing up and down while you stuffed your face with your favourite foods.

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any retort you were ready with dies away, wilting like a flower under poor conditions. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your pussy clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Ari stalks towards you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “Please, Daddy?” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky everyone’s still here, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Ari tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that when you get a moment of privacy with him. “I’d make you count ‘em all, too.”

You whimper at the thought of him landing smacks on your ass and demanding you to count each one and thank him as well. Ari’s hands look heavy yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With a sudden surge of courage, you reach up on your tippy toes and grab the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Though you start it, he quickly takes over. Biting, licking, kissing—he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. 

The older man claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to Ari, his engorged member rubbing against your stomach. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than it was when you first touched it.

But it makes sense—a man of his size must be large all over. His grip is used for selfish reasons—he moves in tandem with you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief. Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N– Need your cock, Daddy,” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Ari quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… Daddy’ll fuck you like the whore you are, princess. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up the skirt of your dress.

Your pebbled nipples make contact with the marble as you pull down the top of your dress. You wiggle your ass and Ari lands a spank on it, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. He brings the soaked fabric up to his face and draws in a sniff, falling in love with your carnal scent. “Shit, you smell so damn good, baby. And you’re drippin’, too. S’that all for me?” Ari questions, pocketing the pink cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Daddy! No one else,” you say, your voice more pathetic than it usually is. Ari, ever the possessive man, lets out a groan at your words. “Good girl.”

The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach. They flutter and fly and leave you all ticklish. “Y’know, I should stretch this pretty cunt out—but gosh, s’just beggin’ to be bullied, baby. Gonna let Daddy ruin your little fuckhole?” 

Immediately, you agree. In fact—you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Daddy? Need you to make me take it,” you tell Ari, and your words make him moan. You can feel the heavy mushroom tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With his demand, he pushes in. The stretch is delicious as Ari sheathes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix. Your nails scratch the countertop as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. 

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Ari begins to test the waters with shallow thrusts—growing addicted to the feel of your cunt. “Best pussy I’ve ever had, baby. I’m not letting you go after this,” the older man promises, and you simply whine. 

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for Daddy. You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetie,” Ari coos, but you’re speechless. 

The sensations that course through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with your dad’s best friend. Each stroke leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix. 

Ari’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear. “Uh-huh, uh-huh.”

As he pummels into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. Sluts like you are meant to get fucked—not to think,” Ari husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure. Immediately, one of his large, warm hands comes up to your face. It clamps over your mouth and muffles your moans, whimpers, and whines. 

“Remember? We can’t get caught, princess,” he reminds you. Behind his palm, you don’t stifle your noises as much as you were before. “Are you gonna come, baby?” Ari questions, noting your little reactions. 

Your furrowed eyebrows, your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts. 

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your dad’s best friend’s cock—just like you’ve fantasised about. “That’s it, good girl. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

Aftershocks travel through your body as your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Ari’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Ari knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Ari is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t. 

His lotion-scented palm is flat against your mouth, and you’re grateful for it. Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You hum as best as you can and Ari returns a laugh of pride and knowing. 

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was built for my cock, so you better not touch it without Daddy’s permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Ari pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell Daddy you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl, Daddy! W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Ari’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. The older man sighs happily, “Good girl.”

You preen beneath the praise and his unseen gaze of adoration. Your dad’s best friend resumes his attempt at not drawing any attention to your sweaty, connected bodies. Ari’s cock is coated in your release and he’s determined to add to the mess. “Gonna soak Daddy’s cock again, baby? Hm? C’mon, Daddy wants to feel this pussy come again.”

When you nod your head, Ari reaches down to where his member is pummeling into you. His rough fingers find your clit, and they begin to rub the little pearl in tight circles. You moan loudly and grind on his cock from the added sensation.

“Takin’ it like a good little slut—fuck. I know you're close baby, soak Daddy’s dick,” he nearly growls, and just a few seconds later, your pussy is spasming around him. Your cunt gushes and your slick drips down to his balls, staining his blue jeans. “Fuck, yeah. Good girl—so good for Daddy.”

You grind back on him as you ride out your orgasm until the pleasure is too much. You let out a wince when Ari slowly and shallowly thrusts, apologising as he tries to bring himself to orgasm without hurting you. “Daddy…” you whine, loving the thought of him using you for his pleasure.

Deep groans resound from Ari’s chest, and he shoves his face further into the crook of your neck as he comes just a few moments after you do. He’s been on edge since you walked in with that skimpy little outfit of yours, but he’ll get his revenge when everyone’s gone away. 

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. You shamelessly wiggle your hips, and Ari curses from the feeling. He pulls both hands away and sets the left one on your hip, the right one bracing against the edge of the marble. “Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you, Daddy?” 

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

im in love with a dying man..

need this so bad

He loves it when you sit on his back when he's doing pushups.

This almost never happens but when it does, he loves how it makes him feel like he's the strongest man for you. You're sitting on his back looking all cute and pretty counting his reps for him and although his diligence to going all the way down and pushing himself back up is causing him sweat he can't help but smile when he hears you giggling up there.

When he's done he'd give you a gentle kiss, "Thank you baby." and will probably want to keep you around to show off his muscles and strength some more. "Wanna help me with the rest of my workouts?" he asks smirking.

"Yes" you respond with a cute smile.

He picks you up and sits you on a counter nearby. He gives you another gentle kiss "Just keep being my cute cheerleader." he orders with a smirk.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Reo Mikage, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Gojo Saturou, Fushiguro Toji, Eren Yeager, Kyo Sohma, Ryo Kurokiba, Draken

Sirop de Fraise

pur sucre

Oh, fraise. You make me feel unsteady with your saccharine juice.

And, why so? I haven't the faintest idea.

It is particularly strange to think that I might be attached to a red fruit. A tiny one, at that.

Fraise, strawberry, is my God. It crafts a welcoming juice into my mouth's sensitive parts. I feel its nectar flowing in my lips, tongue and palate. It graciously stains my lips, leaving behind a natural reddish color and finally making me more esthetically appealing to men's eyes.

Fraise, fragola, brings me to paradise. While the essence floods down my esophagus, my cheeks burn. Try guessing where my mind went to? I couldn't tell you.

Fraise, fresa, la reina de las frutas. Why do they call her that? In its composition, it is the only fruit in the world that has the seeds on the outside. And in addition, its intense fragrance and sweet taste make it irresistible. So, remember that you are savoring the queen of fruits. Does this make you a queen too? Well, it depends. Do you have seeds on the outside? My man used to have freckels for seeds. He had them everywhere. Even in his adam's apple.

Fragum, fragaria, Fragaria. Wild strawberries grew in the forests of France and Italy during ancient Roman times. They used to believe that the "fraga" were special fruit that had medicinal properties and used them to heal wounds or to make spells.

Erdbeere, strawberry, the first fruit to ripen in spring, making them a delightful harbinger of warmer days. My man, who loved munching on some strawberries, smelled of their fragrance. And he augmented my fertility. I was devoted to his seeds and sperm. It would surge in my insides, producing a new feeling in my head. We had unique offsprings. They were all made of love and strawberries. We took care of them and brought them up, nurtured them to be as lavish and eager as strawberries.

Be careful about the origins of your strawberries. Check out their provenience, because in sylvis proveniunt fungi, fraga, myrtilli et cetera.

Placentne tibi fraga?