#alevinson

sorry this got lost in my inbox but i just want u to know bestie

if you were having a rough day ari would literally fuck you stupid- you would be blabbering random shit and pleads that don’t even make sense because hes fucking you that good

and he knew exactly what you needed too, he’d control your breathing a little bit, maybe stuff his fingers into your mouth as he eats you out to his hearts content

and then stretching you open on his thick ass fingers and pulling orgasms from you “until this tight little pussy can take me sweetheart”

you’re too busy colouring in the book your daddy gifted you to notice his footsteps approaching your playroom

his biggest rule was good girls always get rewarded, and you had been nothing but a good girl; keeping your space clean, not distracting daddy and not throwing any tantrums

ari was obviously extremely proud of you, and it was obvious when he got your attention by lightly wrapping his hands around your swinging ankles and pressing kisses to them making you giggle

you feel him smile against your skin as he trails to press kisses to the backs of your knees and you squeal loudly because his beard tickles

smiling against you, your laughter contagious and he flips you over

“hi daddy!”

“hi baby.” he chuckles lowly, ducking his head down to keep your eye contact

“what did daddy tell you before his meeting?”

“to be a good girl.”

he smiles once again, you were so precious

“that’s right princess, and daddy is very happy with you. what do good girls get?” he prompts

your eyes crinkle with your laughs, “they get what they want!”

he captures your lips in a kiss, and you whimper into his mouth, his hands roaming every inch of your skin

you buck your hips up against his, “daddy” you whine

“what princess?”

“i- i want your mouth please” you cover your eyes with your forearm, embarrasment coursing through your veins and settling in your stomach

andy nudges your arm away, forcing you to look at him while he travels down your body and comes face to face with your core

AHHHHHHHGH why not all four 😣😣 but maybe ugh okay maybe

ransom and ari because i feel like they would balance each other out well maybe? and like me and ransom could bully (affectionate) ari together and then maybe maybe not i get punished by ari🙏 and then i could also hide behind ari when i accidentally (lie) piss ransom off too much and i feel like it would be a little more lighthearted with them and i dont have tk carry the conversation all the time which can be exhausting for me whereas with andy and frank id have to be the one talking because theyre both kinda broody and quiet and thats a little too intense to live with skskskks and not to mention getting my back blown tf out😩🙏

imagine it’s a wonderful summers day. the sing song of the morning birds greeting you and the faint baas of the goats in the cozy hay filled stables. munching on the bundles of leafy green spinach and pumpkin squash as you feed the doves and doves handfuls of seeds. allowing the small family of quails and rabbits to morsel on the bits.

Ari was off in the kitchen preparing both of your breakfast, retrieving eggs from the hen house and you were looking forward as you heard the sizzle of meat hit a skillet and smelt the savoring smell of meat and bread.

early mornings were nothing but experiences for the both of you. and you both always tried to treat each other to the epitome in which you both deserved, you both deserved to feel loved, to be cared and to be cherished. and that’s what mornings are for the two of you.

Ari cooking your breakfast just how you both like it. big and hearty yet still very nutritious. prepping the tea pot as he gathered the bunches of you favorite flowers he found in the field as he walked with the herd of sheep in the pottery made vase that you and him made and painted a tender shade of lily pad green. always doing the smallest of things to make you smile, he always thought it shined brighter than the sun and softer than any clouds that dotted the sky.

in the warm of the yellow sunshine, it warms your skin and legs on the account of you only being in a white lace bralette and flowy skirt. your apron tied to your waist you sprinkle the seeds of sunflower, pumpkin and apple. before the large pocket of your apron is empty and seedless, and the animals and birds finished there breakfast you retreat to your garden shed to retrieve your gardening tools.

starting to gather all the necessities in order to explore the orchard for the fresh citrus’s for today’s dessert. daddy has been been craving orange tarts and lemon cake and you did precisely remember a recipe being in your grandmothers recipe book on those exact delicacies. retrieving your latter and baskets, you walk through the stone trail and soft spring green grass to the white fence orchard.

smiling at how this years crop has been blissful, not a single branch on the tall trees aren't embellished with the tart yellow and orange fruits. you do not realize ari is behind he keeping up with your flowing body. gathering the lemons and oranges in your basket you gasp when you feel the warmth and touch of large hands at your hips.

the gasp however is calmed when he feel the tender scratch of a beard rubbing your neck, the plumpness of a bottom lip grazing against the shell of your ear, the touch of roaming fingers touching the bare skin of your waist.

“what are you doing out here my love?” you whisper as you inspected a lemon, seeing that it suited to your sweet perfection it was placed in the basket amongst the others.

“breakfast is ready and is going cold, I hate for my dove to eat her eggs and bread cold. it’s a bit earlier for lemon picking, no?” he whispers in your ear and you him at how the early morning always left his voice low and rasp. corresponding well with his thumbs playing the the waistline of your skirt, dipping them to rub the lengths of your hip bones.

“it’s a surprise that you will find later on tonight. i’m sure you will love it-” you break into a session of giggles when his kisses press against that one ticklish spot on your neck and he chuckles.

“mhm you sure sweetheart? it’s going to take a lot to beat the surprise you gave my last night, daddy really enjoyed that surprised,” he rasped deeply into your ear as he sucked onto the soft space below your jaw. “i’m glad you did daddy,” replying in a airy sigh as his lips don’t leave an inch of skin untouched.

a serenade of shivers running up and down your spine, his restless fingers that teased the skin beneath the skirt don’t behave themselves. “sweet girl i still enjoy it,” he rumbled softly, it’s then do you feel his hard bulge rub against your ass. thick fingers unbutton the ivory buttons on the waist causing the float skirt to fall in a batch at your feet.

heat wafting up your face, you’ve never felt so exposed but in this paradise it’s just you and Ari. alone in your sacred garden, you could walk around naked and wouldn’t care cause he would worship each curve, dip and bend of your body. and he does presently as he moans into your neck, whispering how Venus couldn’t compare.

the warm summer air hitting your bare cunt, a gasp escapes your lips when his fingers stroke the glossy folds. sticky yet slick, honey like yet silky.

he needs a taste

it only makes ari rub his cock harder against your ass until he turns you around, grabbing your ass in his hands you gently presses you against one of the trunks of the orange trees. sunkissed legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers continued to pet your cunt, whispering how he was going to eat you up after he fucked you full of his cum.

his pretty dove to hold, his precious buttercup to kiss, his sweet sunshine to care for

his everything to give you his all

and he does give you his all, everyday and every second and it shows in the way he’s kissing you breathless. your hands cup and stroke his breaded cheeks and fingers running through the soft locks of his toffee brown locks. moaning delightfully into his mouth at the taste of clementines on his tongue, his thumb striking your slicked little pearl. making you a moaning mess as your caged in his large arms holding you so tightly but lovingly.

soon his pants are disregarded and his thick rock hard cock stands against the soft plushness of his protruding belly. the tip an angry red glistening in white precum against the suns heavy rays and you don’t realize how your soaking in your own heat and pleasure as he commands you to look at him.

snapping your eyes to his blue hues, they’re a calming sea of cool waves that always bring you serenity and clarity. now they’re a brewing thrashing ocean rippling with list and you didn’t want anything else but to swim in that desire filled sea as his cock teased the folds of your dripping sex.

his lips crash against yours in a blinding and searing kiss, pulling at the hair at the back of his head you kiss back with the same desire. the need of oxygen pulling you to apart he presses his forehead against yours, curtains of his hair brushing softly against your cheeks as you both rush to catch your breath.

“my dove, I love you,” the breathless chase in his voice and sparkle gleam in his eyes brings tears for you both. your heart racing, soft and blooming from the remark and the feel of his cock rubbing against your needy desperate hole.

you could hear those three words for the rest of eternity yet they would still hold the same meaning, the same passionate amour

“I love you to daddy,” and his cock thrusts into your channel, taking the breath out of you both but slowly bring the two of you to life as he made love to you amongst the citrus trees.

I NEED COCK 🥺

ROSIE I AM SPEECHLESS I AM ON THE DLOOR YFGING RO COLLECT MYSELD HELP HELP HELP

the morning is so warm and bright and makes me so happy. eating fresh foods in the company of cute animals and of course daddy🥺🥺

and the smut is so soft and cute and breathtaking because theyre so enamoured in one another and its all so passionate 🥺🥺🥺 the way you captured the details in this has me both incredibly soft and horny🥺💘

in conclusion:

Ari waking you up from a nightmare after he comes home from a mission

waaaaandmdmdmkdkdkd

ari can vaguely register the sound of tossing and turning as he walks down the hallway to your shared bedroom and he’s on alert, zeroing in on the sound of strangled cries and whimpers and he opens the door slowly, heart breaking in pieces as he rushes over to you, he had no intentions of waking you but now he’s gently shaking you awake “sweetheart wake up, it’s okay it’s just a dream” he cooes and you jolt awake with a gasp, confused and thinkinh youre still dreaming because ari is right here and he hasn’t been home in a month for a mission- “ari?” your voice is small and laced with sleep and he says nothing, pulling you into his lap and rubbing his hand up and down your back- “yeah sweetheart, it’s okay”

highkey indeed😌:

hi hi jasmeen! 💕💕💕 so I just had this daddy!ari scenario I rlly rlly wanted to share with you that involves sweets! 🍰💗✨ I hope you don’t mind me sending this in I just rlly wanna chat about daddy!ari 💗💗💗

imagine it’s the weekend and as a reward for you being such a good girl ari takes you out to do lots of shopping! it’s isn’t like those shopping trips where you two go out to the grocery or whatever and you get whatever you like from the cashier counter but he goes all out on spoiling you!

daddy!ari has his prized golden rules and one of the rules is always and I mean always this: good girls get rewarded. you’ve been on your best behavior all week, studied and worked on school your hardest, and just been his perfect princess so what will be better than going out to downtown (I live in Chicago and there are loads of designer stores and sweet shops there!!!) and have his princess get whatever catches her eyes.

now a few hours in your shopping spree, loads of bags hanging off your daddy’s hands and arms and filling the trunk with your gifts you begin to believe that you’re all satisfied and ready for that dinner reservation. however when your head shifts aside you set sights on a corner of the bustling golden hour street where your eyes widen and your mouth spreads into a grin at the sweet shop. with loads of puppy pouting and honeyed manners with a spice of whiny brattiness he gives you a sighing smile.

how can I say no to my princess? ari thinks as he settles all your bags in the car before locking it and holding your hand as you to cross the street to the sweets shop.

holding the door open for you and the others who go in and out you giggle at your daddy acting like a lobby man. when turning your head from him your mouth gapes and wider than before at the long glass food panel displaying rows and tier levels of cakes, parfaits, sweet cakie rolls of all kind. the perfect toppings of fresh fruit and shaves chocolates on smooth layers of frosting and sweet cream fillings sandwiched in between sugary thick sheets of cake had your mouth watering. before walking up you feel aris thick arm wrap around your waist, his face creeping in your neck.

“daddy can I please get more than one,” you whisper, your eyes dashing to eat powdered sugar treat. you want to try them all, you want to eat them all, take loads home to have a tea party with your stuffies and daddy.

“to much sugar isn’t good for you angel. it’ll make your tummy sick if you have to much.” ari explains but you but in.

“it isn’t just for me! what about my stuffie at home! they probably want some cake to!” your eyes gloss with tears and even though your baby pink mask is covering your mouth he knows your lips are trembling at the no. it pains him to make his princess sad, little things like these he can’t help but give in.

“how about this princess, you can pick two sweets. one for today and one for tomorrow to eat with your stuffies. how about that?” he smiles and you nod your head, your eyes shining a glowing smile of their own. from then on you finally pick your favorite two sweets you believed would “taste the bestest” he couldn’t help but coo at your sweetness and you and him were off to that dinner reservation.

saving one of the sweets till you two got home, knowing well your daddy will treat himself to another dessert afterwards 💗💗💗

just imagine living in a small but comfortable cottage away from the city and deep within the woodsy forests of the French countryside. a hearty kitchen where you and your daddy spend most of your time cooking and baking, dancing along the tiles to the music of the old fashion radio and birds. daddy cooking up a big steaming pot of soup, ingredients from the heavy cream from your cows and the vegetables from your large and flourishing garden.

while you, in your sundress look over the pots of jams sizzling wonderfully on the stovetop. you and Ari have picked the fresh berries of raspberries and blueberries from the depths of the forest. having come across the tall thorny bramble when you and him were finding the lost baby goat from your herd. to find it munching on blackberries and other ripe berries and as Ari returned it back to the herd he left you to fill your frilly white apron with the berries as he returned with wooden woven baskets.

why waste the opportunity to make jams and sweets from these wonderful berries? Ari winked to you before leaving and kissed your lips when he returned, both of you not planning to leave until you filled your large baskets to the brink with berries.

now there are towers of large mason jars at the dining table filled with sweetened and unsweetened jams of all colors, gleaming their deep color in the golden sunlight of the golden hour. rolling your sweet cookie dough and prepping your tart pans, you cooled down the strawberry raspberry confection. the warm presence of ari’s hand resting on your hips swaying to the beat of Louis Armstrong pulling you back to the head space of the events that happened when you and him plucked the berries.

heavenly and divine.

you couldn’t help but feel those same hands that are on your hips like yesterday afternoon. of course you picked your berries but you also did other things, his hands doing those other things as they toyed with the straps of your sundresses sleeves and the hem of it. pushing you against the large heavy trunk of a tree to smash his lips against yours and whisper all the divinely sinful things he promised to do when you and him would be alone in your shared bedroom. moaning in his ear as his fingers toyed with your panties but now they aren’t sexually intended.

now they’re rubbing your hips through your new sundress that you just sowed from the sheep’s wool he and he bought from the French markets. daddy feeding you blackberries and smirking when the juice leaves a trace on his fingertips, he’ll tell you to suck them clean and you happily obey. the spark of your pixie behavior shining in your eyes but you’ll have to be patient if you want him to ravage you.

with his attention now on the stovetop, you fill your cookies and tarts with the jams. zesting the tops with oranges and lemons from the orchard behind the cottage that you and your daddy owned. you don’t notice he’s looking at the tarts until you feel his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist. “the tarts look delicious doll. sweet just like you,”

giving the trays to daddy he praises you once more how much he loves his little precious baker and kisses your head before fetching the ovenmits. placing your trays of sweets on the desired rack he also retrieved the loaves of rising bread rolls out of the oven. the smell filling the home deliciously that it brings the forest animals of bunny rabbits and fawns to look at you and Ari cook, laugh and sing together.

OMG ROSIE THIS IS PERFECT!!!!! THIS IS ALL OF MY COTTAGECORE FANTASIES COME TO LIFE AND INTENSIFIED OMGGGGGGG

the detail and the word choices makes it feel so magical and princessy and light and just perfect🥺🥺🥺