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serpentpatrol · 4 months

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Astro Observation: Aries ♈️ Part 1

🔎Discretion: consider zodiac signs, aspects, and placements in a birth chart as a map of the soul, it gives you direction on how to recognize its influence or impact within you, as the saying goes: "the stars impels; they don't compel". These observations also depends on degrees, houses, aspects to planets and mostly the free will of the person. Your birth chart gives you information about the pattern of how your energy plays out in the universe but in the end it's your own free will which is the one that decides on how to manage the energy.

🔥 Well known fact about Aries or Aries placements being very independent individuals, they don't like when someone is being emotionally or literally clingy towards them, they will probably show some distance or remain objective if they have to engage in social activity with someone or some groups.

🔥There is a lighthearted cheerful expression in Aries suns (when they are in a good or balanced mood) which brings simplicity in connecting with them, there is no wishy washy, heavy atmosphere or uncertainty with them, they are direct when it comes to what they want to share or want to plan with others.

🔥 When it comes to reaching their goals, Aries suns are daredevils and they can be detailed-oriented about it too like Virgos but this comes from their passion to start something and being very cardinal about it. Whatever activities they pursue they thoroughly gather all of its information and able to execute those plans quickly though it might not last long or not in a slow steady progress like earth placements (Capricorn or Taurus) but they could manage to create and manifest those plans into actions and reality.

🔥 Martian planet which ruled both Scorpios and Aries could make these individuals especially the females to be mentally tomboys, there is a power or femme/homme fatale energy exudes from them which is not the submissive type, totally dominant. Take a look at Lisa (Aries Sun) from Blackpink danced to 'Tomboy' by Destiny Rogers 👇🏻 as an easy general example that you can see in her attitude ✨️

🔥 Those who have Aries placements expresses themselves in two different ways: book smart or artistic smart (be it through music, poems, diverse interests, etc). They have a creative mind or sagacious intellect to understand and engage in certain topics or activities.

🔥 These folks are protective like a warrior defending their own kingdom, being a fire element, this reminds me of Dracula from the movie Dracula Untold and Bram Stoker's Dracula. Both Draculas were being played by Aries men, Luke Evans (Aries Sun, Aries Mars) and Gary Oldman (Aries Sun, Aries Moon).

🔥 Aries Mars can be so quick in showing upsetness or being emotionally triggered. To a point of judging the person who they feel annoyed with, quick in making assumptions (which they need to learn to balance because not everything they think as logical or making sense are the ultimate truth). Based on the early zodiacal order besides Taurus, Cancer, Gemini, the Aries energy is centered to self, mostly capable in thinking or stating opinions or thoughts only from the personal perspective/point of view. And this could create heated ego debate or arguments with others, because they like to win.

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astrosolutions · 11 months

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ARIES MALE TRAITS: 10 SECRETS YOU NEED TO KNOW

Aries Male Traits, it is the first sign of the zodiac, and it represents the element of fire. Aries men are born leaders who like to take charge and make things happen. They are also adventurous, spontaneous, and fun-loving. However, dating an Aries man is not for the faint of heart. Aries men can also be temperamental, opinionated, selfish, and impulsive. They have a strong sense of self and don’t like to compromise or follow rules. They can be stubborn and aggressive when they feel challenged or threatened. They can also be impatient and restless, always looking for the next thrill or challenge.

Aries men are passionate and loyal lovers who will pursue you with enthusiasm and charm. They are not shy about expressing their feelings or desires, and they will make you feel special and desired. They are also very physical and sexual, and they will keep you on your toes with their wild moves and fantasies. Aries men also need their own space and independence. They don’t like to be tied down or controlled by anyone. They value honesty and directness, and they expect the same from their partners. They can be jealous and possessive if they feel insecure or threatened by someone else. They can also be easily bored or distracted if the relationship becomes too routine or predictable.

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calixcasual · 1 year

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Cousins

Aquarius ☀️ Taurus 🌙 [ENFP 2w1]

Aries ☀️ Scorpio 🌙 [ENTP 8w9]

Gemini ☀️ Scorpio 🌙 [ENFJ 8w7]

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months

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Yo can I get a match up? He/him and Aries 😈 nsfw is fine, hope ur day is going well

Omg of course! It has been so long since I have written M/M. Plus, I love Aries! My day is going very well, hope yours is too 😄

For everyone else reading this, shoot me an ask with your zodiac sign and I will give you a JJK man with headcanon.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Toji Fushiguro!

“Are you even into guys?” You asked. You never would have guessed that Toji would be attracted to men. He always seemed like a bit of a womanizer to you. Though, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him.

Toji shrugged, a grin on his lips.

“Not really. But you have a nice ass and that’s all I care about.”

He has only ever dated women before, so he would probably buy you flowers. If you don’t like that sort of thing, then he would keep that in mind and ask for some other courting ideas. Toji would be a little clueless at first but he would try to get used to dating a man. He would find you very attractive and settle on his new bisexual identity very easily. Toji never cared much for labels. If he sees a cute, pretty person then he will want to fuck them. It’s as simple as that.

Toji would literally be obsessed with your ass. If you’re cuddling together on the couch, he will 100% grope you. It doesn’t even have to be in a sexual way. He just likes to be possessive and touch what belongs to him. Toji would also enjoy the size difference between the two of you. He would definitely tease you for your smaller dick, just because he knows that it makes you flustered.

“Look at it,” Toji teased. He held your throbbing erection in his huge hand, running his thumb over the sensitive tip.

“It’s so small. You could never fuck anyone with this.”

Even if you have an average size, Toji would still say all that. He just loves to be an arrogant bastard. His big dick has given him way too much confidence and an unshakeable ego.

“Aw. Are you blushing for me, boy?”

Toji would do anything to make you get all shy and flustered. He loves your submissive side. He is strictly dominant in bed, never wants to relinquish any control. Not that you would complain ;)

Toji would love fucking you in all sorts of positions. But his favorite would likely be bending you over the arm of the couch and fucking you from behind. He’s a bit sadistic and would probably enjoy the fact that you wouldn’t be able to touch yourself from that angle. 😳

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the-iceni-bitch · 8 months

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𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢'𝔰 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔥𝔢𝔪

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢.

🥀𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷 - 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🌑𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟸 - 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

🍷𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟹 - 𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚎

🗡️𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟺 - 𝙽𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚡 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜!𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊

🪓𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟻 - 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜!𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🔪𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟼 - 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🩸𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟽 - 𝙵𝚊𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

⚰️𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟾 - 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊

🪓𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟿 - 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝��𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊

🌚𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟶 - 𝙾𝚛𝚌 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊

🥀𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷 - 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🌑𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟸 - 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞

🩸𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟹 - 𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚈𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🗡️𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟺 - 𝚈𝚎𝚝𝚒 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

🍷𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟻 - 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚢𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍!𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚊

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yourdailyqueer · 9 months

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Lauv (Ari Leff)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: 8 August 1994

Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish, Latvian

Nationality: American

Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician

#Lauv #Ari Leff #bisexuality #lgbt #lgbtq #male #bisexual #1994 #jewish #ashkenazi jewish #latvian #biracial #singer #songwriter #musician #popular #popular post

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romanovaswebs · 10 months

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miguel o'hara is not a man of many words.

he doesn't come up with some perfect, cheesy-in-the-best-way pick-up line. he doesn't write sonnets on your beauty and how the stars shine in your eyes.

( he sure as hell thinks it, but saying it is another battle. )

he grunts; acknowledges who you are and what you've said through groaning, 'hm' and 'hmph's.

he isn't good with it. he's lost so much, that sometimes putting in all the effort is too much exertion, reminds him of how unworthy he feels to be.

but he tries. he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear with a tone so fragile you fear he might break. and sometimes, he thinks he just might, with those star-studded eyes that are so patient and understanding.

miguel o'hara is not a man of many words, but he sure as hell loves you.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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Hi, what do you think Chris and his characters would be like (if they were real except Chris) in bed and with their partner

Hi! I'm gonna use this as an excuse to write about Andy, Ari, and Ransom specifically because, well...

You know why 👀

(Also because I'm not honestly that familiar with a lot of Chris characters because I'm a terrible person to be in a film fandom, accounting for the fact that I don't really enjoy watching movies haha)

Steve and Chris himself not accounted for because I already have major love for them on the blog. The following is all x-reader type content with kinky 💫spice💫

Hope you enjoy!

Also... stay all the way through Ransom's part is my favorite

Andy Barber

Andy is the KING of, oh, you're stressed? I can fix that. Lemme fix that for you, honey. Grabbing at you and using his strength to hoist you up and carry you to the next place he can lay you out over or even the nearest wall if he doesnt want to go that far. He loves to use his strength. Big but gentle. Always making sure to not drop you too hard or grab you too hard (even though you wouldn't mind harder 👀).

However, funnily enough, when it comes to his own stress, Andy seems to forget that it can be melted away through a good fuck too. And because of that, you often end up coming to him- approaching him to get his mind off things. Offering yourself up. Openly or sneakily, approaching him when he's vegging out in his favorite recliner or crawling under his desk 😏

The best way to de-stress Andy is regular old fucking. He gets off hard on toys and kink when he's not simply aching to blow off steam, almost boiling over, but yeah when he's stressed... he fucking loves being on top. He loves plowing into you, over his home office desk, over your kitchen counters, or even on one particularly memorable occasion the dining room table. He likes it a little rough with your hands in his hair, tugging his careful style into hella fucking bedhead, or with your nails raking down his back. Either way, you've always got your ankles crossed over the small of his back, hanging on tight because he loses his mind when buried inside of you.

"Best fucking cunt I've ever had," he moans, lips loose. It should be dirty, raunchy, stupid porn-talk but coming out of his mouth you know it's not. He really, really fucking gets off on being inside you. "Squeezin' me so tight, honey," he pants, resting his forehead against yours as his hips hit against you, "feelssogood," he groans, eyes squeezed shut tight, a divot between his eyebrows almost like you feel so good it's making him feel physical pain. "Should keep you here all, guh, all the time. Keep you ready for me, so I can have you whenever I want. You'd do that for me, right, honey? Lemme get inside you whenever I need you. Need you all the time, God, honey. S'good."

Always groaning and mouthing hungrily at your throat and shoulders and chest. But at the same time, if you grab at his shoulders or, hell, if you accidentally wrap your hand around his throat when trying to throw your arms around his neck, moaning, "ah-! Oh, God, Andyy!"

He is fucking done for.

He's swearing and losing control of his hips inside of you, seconds from orgasming.

When not stressed (and taking it wonderfully, consentually, out on you), Andy is a kinky motherfucker though. His favorite is semi-public shit. He loves opening you up, pressing in a toy of some sort to you, and then parading you out in the outside world. Staking his claim on you with a big, big hand on your lower back, warm and only slightly demanding in the way he guides you through parties or work events or the store. He can't wait to get you home, or, more realistically, back to the car... or to your hotel room... or to the nearest bathroom if he's really desperate. He can't wait to get you alone and get his hands on you- his hands feeling like mitts on your body. Big and broad and always bringing pleasure whether he's just touching you- caressing you, fingering you, or spanking you.

Also for whatever reason I think his favorite sex toy - if you have a vagina - would be jiggle balls. Dumb name but, basically, what this sex toy is, is a set (usually) of two ball shaped silicone or metal objects that are connected and can be safely put into and pulled out of the vagina. The fun part of them though is that there's another smaller, weighted ball inside of the outer ball. Meaning, when you move the weighted ball inside the outer ball moves too. It, like the name suggests, jiggles. Sort of like a vibrator that you activate yourself to torture yourself in public - secretly in public, of course - Andy would get off on seeing the way you abruptly stop and turn red as they move inside you.

He'd smirk when you drink your wine a little too fast and get the hiccups and have to sit through the torture of minute after minute of jolt through your body, reminding you with every hiccup of what you have inside you, moving around. Jiggling. Making you clench down and get wetter and wetter. Ruining your panties.

Andy uses his napkin to wipe his mouth (and also hiding his smirk for a moment before he controls himself again), and ask you, "do you have to go to the bathroom, honey?" He's tested his own patience enough, gotten all the way through your expensive multi course dinner to dessert.

You get the hint, choking on your next hiccup and nodding, "yeah, uh, actually, I- yeah. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

A while after you leave, Andy will drink the rest of the wine and follow you back. He's so glad this upscale restaurant has multiple bathrooms that open to their own separate room. He's going to fuck you hard. He's gonna feel how wet you got, wearing those for him in public. He's going to feel how your internal muscles twitch and shudder around him after working so hard around the toy all night.

If you don't have a vagina or don't like things in that hole, I imagine he'd be much the same with a plug, vibrating or not...

Also also also as I briefly mentioned above I feel like Andy goes cross-eyed on the occasion that you wrap your hand around his throat. Not choking him. Just leaving it there. He likes how it feels 😳

Ari Levinson

First off, I just feel in my heart that Ari has a HELL of a libido. He is insatiable, always down for any kind of hooking up. Like, fuck, Ari is a goddamn DOG when it comes to sex.

And beyond always being down, Ari always likes it messy.

He likes it sloppy. Both for recieving and for giving. He fucking savors having his dick sucked with spit dripping down his shaft onto his balls, getting him nice and wet, making your head loud as hell with the obscene noises of his dick between your pretty, swollen lips. And while you're there, he also gets off hard on the way tears well up in your eyes and spill over- running down your cheeks hot and wet and salty because his dick is so fucking thick and long that it always triggers your gag reflex. No matter how many times you get on your knees for him, crowded in by his thick, powerful thighs and going to town on his cock, using both hands and your mouth, unashamedly worshipping him and his heavy balls. (He also is more than happy to pull your hair and slap your face while you suck his dick but only if you can handle it while also sucking his cock. He ultimately wants you to like it. He wants to get off on how hungry you are for it. He wants you to enjoy it.)

But giving- yeah.

Ari's giving is messy whether he's swapping between rimming and blowing your dick OR swapping between rimming and eating your pussy (don't do that irl, it's infection central lol). Sloppily mouthing at your thighs and stomach between licking you and making you squeal as he puts in work his with thick, long fingers and talented tongue and lips and rubbing his beard against you and-

Yeah. 🥴

He's just, uh, talented to say the least.

Talented with how he gets you wet and how he gets himself wet. Oral is his fucking favorite (closely, closely followed by being inside you, plowing you while on top of you, bodily pinning you down, and taking you) and he gets so into it, coming up for air after smothering himself between your legs with a soaked beard and swollen, slick lips that he bites when you beg for him to keep going... not that you keep begging him for long because Ari follows through and then some, going and going, giving and giving until you're begging for him to stop because it's too much. Too good! Too-! Much-!

And while Ari may not be aware of what a primal kink is...

But, baby sure fucking has one.

It's not an obvious primal kink, like, he asks you with a wolfish grin to follow him out into the wilderness so he can give you a five minute head start to run away from him so he can chase you down, tackle you with a growl, and fuck you until you're screaming yourself hoarse as his dick pounds you so, so good, making your toes curl (not that he would ever, ever dream of saying no to such a golden opportunity if you presented the idea to him 👀). But his kink more comes out in other ways...

He likes spit, of course, but he also has a thing™️ for rendering you speechless: he loves your groans and whines and moans and squeals, so busy making sounds of pleasure that you can't speak. He loves fucking you until you're hoarse and have to wander into the shower on wobbly legs, still limping with his mess trickling out of you, down your legs, then he fucking loves seeing you try to function the rest of the day with a voice that's like gravel, clearing your throat and apologizing to your not-so-close neighbors for being nearly incoherent as you bump into them, excusing yourself by claiming that you're getting over a cold and you lost your voice.

Mmm-hmm, likely story...

Ari himself though, he growls and makes a lot of animalistic, primal noises during sex. He can't help himself, you feel so good. Whether it's like heaven around his cock from your ass, thighs, pussy, or mouth... it's always too good. And, yes, he spits, he uses a lot of spit and a lot of lube, the messy bastard, but he also bites.

It seems you're never not covered in marks under your clothes after he's had his way with you.

(The first time he fucked you bare, after STI tests, he lost control of himself so much that while pinning your wrists above your head he growled and dove forward, baring his teeth and sinking them into your arched, offered-up neck. Biting you hard enough you bruised. You hadn't been able to stop touching it in the days after it happened, prolonging the bruise but... shivering whenever you thought about it.)

Spitting, sounds, and biting aside though... he also loves pulling your hair and he loves you pulling his hair. His hips always fuck forward hard after you tangle your fist in his hair, pulling until he groans, eyes rolling back into his head.

Scratching is certainly a thing for him too. You've caught him fisting himself with one massive hand as his other hand draaags down his clenching stomach, tracing the red, jagged lines your nails left on his chest and stomach the night before. Biting his lip in order to not let out his low, rumbling sounds as he gets himself off in your bathroom. Staring at the scratches on his golden skin in the mirror. He claims didn’t want to wake you after keeping you up so late the night before, you joke that he's strong enough he could've just rolled you over and done all the work anyway, with you still asleep or barely awake anyway. He bites out something about not teasing you, then goes off like a shot the second you trace your hand down his already marked up stomach, teasing him with more marks...

He's always using his strength with you. He likes to manhandle... he likes to pin you down... he likes to use your trust in him to trap you, all helpless and all his for the taking. Very predator-prey but... only if you imagine that the predator has an appetite for your pleasure too.

And don't get him started on how fucking fast he loses his load when you can't speak as he fucks you within an inch of your life other than a meak little cry of, "d-daddy-!" that accidentally slips out of you. That's the closest he's come to death, he swears it, you dirty little thing 😏

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom is ABSOLUTELY a pillow princess and sub. I don't make the rules. He is. He just has the vibe, okay?

Plus, Ransom has a mommy/daddy kink one million percent. Lips always so pretty when wrapped around the word, begging, "Daddy, daddy, please."

You break him down with soft but messy kisses and sweet words yet paired with touches that are a little too hard and punishing and, bam, suddenly he's all whiny and needy. Nothing but mush under your fingers as they leave bruises in his otherwise pristine skin... 🤤

Honestly, you had been expecting upon meeting Ransom and beginning to sleep with him that he would be a brat if anything, whiny and bitchy. But he's not.

He's spoiled, for sure, he won't lift a finger to pleasure himself or to pleasure you, but he isn't bratty about it somehow. (Not most of the time.) He has his bratty moods, naturally, but most of the time, if you lay him down, pin him down, come up behind him, or put your hands on him in any regard, taking control and pleasing him... he will melt.

Melting and getting all helpless when he's needy.

Grabbing at you and whimpering for you. Blushing for you.

He can't do anything himself when he gets hard. It's like his erection turns off his higher brain function. It's cute. You love to tease him for it; it's as if he's had so many people so willing to worship him since he started sleeping around, never having to do anything on his own, barely having to bat his pretty eyelashes before he's drowning in pussy and/or cock, that he's classically trained himself. He gets hard and he just... pouts. It's like it doesn't even occur to him to jerk off or finger himself or anything. He always needs you do it for him.

Pleeeease, Daddy?

But back to that blush for a minute... he's so fair, skin pale and white, that his blush washes all the way down from his cheeks to his chest. Pretty. And the pink stain is always obvious when it appears because of his clean shaven face and well groomed body hair. Bare and soft. Everything about him is soft when he gets like this. When turned on. He knows how to take care of himself, bathing and shaving and waxing and rubbing lotion into his pale, freckled skin. So he's soft. You never tire of touching him.

Touching him-

His favorite thing is being ridden with something in his ass.

He's needy.

Hungry.

And he can't ever get enough of having you ride him at the same time that he has a plug or dildo or vibrator inside him. Getting pleasure from his cock and prostate, overwhelming. Moaning and gasping, so thankful that Daddy is taking care of him. Eyelids heavy with his dark, dark eyes only focused on you, moaning and gasping, staring at you as you take him apart. It makes you feel powerful, you have this man- this man that walks around unowned and unbothered by anything or anyone, lapping up his pleasure from the palm of your hand. He needs you. He needs you to get him to orgasm because poor baby can't get himself there alone. So sad.

So, yesss. Pillow princess Ransom.

And if he won't reach up to touch you other than hold onto your hips or thighs for dear life... well, he's going to pay up by moaning, "DaddythankyouthankyouthankyouD-daddy!" and "it feels g-good! It feels s'good, Daddy! You feel so good on my dick and in my ass! You feel s'good!" when you tell him you want to hear him or he doesn't get off. You own your man.

Also specifically for the Mommy kink I cannot get out of my head the image of:

Ransom in pretty pink panties while sitting up against the headboard. His legs are out in front of him, spread wide, and his wrists have been tied to either side of the headboard with pink leather cuffs that are engraved with the word "princess". He's blushing, lips swollen, red, and wet because he's been biting them. You're in his lap, grinding down against his hard cock through the pale pink lace and he can't quit gasping, squirming, "m-mommy, oh, oh god, mommy you're so wet- I can feel you thr-through my, my..."

"Say it for Mommy," you purr, leaning down so your lips brush lightly against his jaw, leaving sticky lip gloss on his soft skin. "Say it for Mommy and she'll let you feel her tits."

Ransom let's his head thunk back against the headboard, moaning.

"That'll be nice, right? You wanna feel Mommy's tits, don't you?"

Ransom nods, biting his lip hard. Licking his lips. Opening his mouth. Shutting it. Opening it. "M-mommy, I, I can feel how wet you are through my panties."

"Yeah? Is mommy nice and wet and hot over your pretty cock?"

"Yes, yeah, yes. Mommy's wet and hot."

"It makes you want Mommy to ride you doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"How would mommy do that? What'd she have to do to slide your pretty dick into her cunt?"

"Mommy would have to- Mommy'd have to pull my... my panties to the side."

"Mm-hm, Mommy would have to pull your panties down to get at that pretty dick of yours," you hum, smirking wolfishly and promptly curling your bare legs under you, kneeling more than grinding in his lap. Getting up onto your knees aaaand-

Shoving your tits in his face.

Ransom strains his neck, burying his face in your chest and moaning extensively, "mommy-" against your skin. You feel the heat in your core curl tighter, throbbing between your legs wetly. Hotly.

In no time he finds your nipple and puts his lips around it, licking, sucking. You moan. To anyone else it might look like he's trying to please you, lapping at you with kitten licks, but you know better. You know Ransom is a tits man. You know he just likes to have his pretty mouth busy and full and is doing it for him. Latching onto your tits because it plays so, so well into his mommy kink. Needing you. Needing this.

He loves this and so do you.

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underqualified-human · 2 years

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Kieran Valentine x male!reader

Request: Hello! May I request somethin? It's Monster High related. Kieran Valentine x tall manster male reader?

The reader is the new ghoul (or in this case. Manster) at school. And he's heard of the things about Valentine and how he used to play with other girls. BUT Valentine is learning to be better. Miscellaneous thing, Reader has a sister as well (younger or older is up to you. BUT shes shorter than the reader) @sm0r3-m0nst3r

A/N: Reader is a plant monster

Warnings:

Fandom: Monster High

Genre: Oneshot

Word Count: 368

Pronouns: He/Him

were more comfortable than most new students, if only because of your sister. She'd been attending Monster High a year before you transferred.

Your first week had gone pretty well, there were some nice ghouls and mansters that helped you out when you needed it. Most of the time you preferred to hang around your sister and her friends. There were a lot of times when she got angry about people calling you her ‘older brother’.

The first time you met him was in one of the school gardens. You were tending to the flowers when you saw him sitting alone. You approached him, potted plant in hand. “Hey.”

“Hello...” He looked at you suspiciously. “So you’re new?”

“Oh yes, do you like plants?” You asked.

“I enjoy roses.” He said, still hesitant.

“Cool. So what’s your name?” You said, not picking up on his tone. His eyes went slightly wide.

“Valentine." He said, hesitantly.

“Oh, like that Valentine?” Your older sister had told you some vague details about what he’d done before you arrived.

“Yes, but I've been working on myself." He paused, waiting for you to insult him or call him a liar.

"That's good to hear, have a freesia." You handed him the pot and walked off to tend to the rest of the garden.

He stared down at the pot in his lap, dumbfounded.

It was later that week when you found a rose in your locker.

"Hey, I don't want to alarm you but is this a threat?" You asked your sister, holding up the flower.

She gasped lightly, "Oh, no, that's a good thing. It means someone likes you." She explained. "Was there a note?"

"No." You said, disappointed.

It continued on like this for a few days, the notes started appearing on the second. Eventually, one of them asked to meet you in the garden.

When you arrived there you saw Valentine. "So you're the one that kept giving me gifts." You said, feeling stupid for not realising it sooner. He handed you another flower, a freesia. "I'd like to get to know you more, if that's ok with you?" He asked.

"I'd like that a lot." You said excitedly.

A/N 2: I chose freesia at random but apparently they symbolize trust and thoughtfulness but also friendship because the botanist who found the flower had a bromance with his close friend.

#aries writing #male reader #x reader #x male reader #keiran valentine #keiran valentine x reader #monster high #monster high x reader #oneshot #mh #mh x reader #kieran valentine #kieran valentine x reader

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buckyshusband0 · 2 years

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ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ

Requested: Yes or No | Original Request

Summary: Ari Levinson, the land's most feared biker, has fallen in love. He was smitten by you. The biker has a bad boy image to keep, but what happens when Ari can no longer control his dangerous desires for you? At a bar, the lead singer.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x Singer!Male Reader (Biker AU)

Word count: 4.2k // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, Ari being a big softie around reader, possessive Ari, passionate/rough smut, abusive father, body worshiping (both receiving), biting, daddy kink, praising, size kink, pet names (sweetheart & pretty baby), attempted SA, dirty talking, mature themes.

A/N: First Ari fic. Honestly love the Biker AU so I might have to do it again some other time. Also, I reached 800 followers so I would like to thank you all for the support and love!! Enjoy my loves! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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YOUR hands grasped the microphone stand as you swallowed the — now growing — lump in your throat. You were currently practicing for a new song you had written. Hoping for a miracle to be played.

Making music has always been one of your talents. Your mother was the one who first brought you music's wonderful gift. She had always been there to support you when you reached your goals. When a terrible—awful accident—occurred, everything changed.

Your light had dimmed into darkness.

You had brought her a beautiful black silk dress that she wore the night of the accident. Her friends had gotten drunk—except for her—and one of them crashed into someone else’s car. Very tragic.

Your damaged mind is still haunted by the events of that dreadful night. Waiting for her to return, as you had expected. To greet her and offer her the warmest hug you've ever experienced. However, you can no longer do so. Because she's gone and will never return.

Your (e/c) eyes welled up with tears as the thought of her not being here to assure you that everything would be fine entered your brain. 'Stop it (y/n). She wouldn't want you to cry for her.' As your eyes closed, your lips pressed into a thin line — Thinking the pain away.

The terrible — maybe even corrupted — thoughts scattered away like mice running from their predator as your phone started to ring. Your brows furrowed as the unknown caller brightened your screen.

Without another thought, you answered the call and brought it to your ear. “Hello?” The sound of light music could be heard from the other side of the call. “Hi, is this (y/n) (y/l/n)?” The deep voice spoke up. Confused as ever, you answered. “Yes, this is he.”

“Well, I actually wanted to know if you would sing at my bar ‘Neon Lounge?’ I’ve heard your voice online, and I would love for you to sing here tonight.” You had a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. The idea of others seeing your talent made your lips part.

Neon Lounge was one of the most well-known bars in town, even if you were relatively new to the ― reclusive — town. It was a privilege to be able to perform in a bar in the heart of downtown. Your lips parted in a delighted sigh at the thought of singing your song there.

Mom would be so proud.

As you thought about her, the silence in the small room deepened. Your dreadful thoughts had been pulled back to reality by the deep voice. “Yes! I'll do it. See you at 9:30?" You questioned your new boss for the day — or so you had thought. You threw your phone into the silky gray sheets of your bed as soon as he agreed. There’s that hope.

You darted around your room as you got dressed. The outfit pleasing you. You left the room and ran downstairs — the unpleasant scent of alcohol alluring the air. You froze in your tracks when you heard your horrible drunk abusive father yell out to you. Fucking hell.

Your father had gotten incredibly drunk after hearing the news of your mother—his wife—passing away. He really loved her, which is the sad part. The punches, the hard grounding kicks, you had taken it all. “Stop crying like a fucking pussy, my son, men don’t cry.” Those words traumatized you and rung into your delicate mind ever since.

You always hid in your darkroom. Too afraid to face the man who was so-called claimed as your “father.” You let out a nervous sigh as you turned to the not-so sober man sitting down on the chair.

“I’m going out to get food, dad.” Dad. Could you even call the man who held sinful thoughts that name? Dads are supposed to protect and care, not abuse and starve their children to death. He glared his brown eyes at you before opening his mouth to speak.

“Don’t be late, or I’ll kill your ass. Understand son?” He grumbled under his breath — still loud enough for you to hear. “Yes, father.” You grasped the golden knob in your shaky palm as your feet begin to walk on the rough concrete ground. ‘Don’t cry (y/n). Men don’t cry.’

Tears threaten to leave your (e/c) eyes. You attempted to see the bright side. You'll finally be living the life you've always wanted. If your mother had been here, she would have encouraged you. Rooting for you. 'I'm doing this for both you and me, mom' Your smile grew.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

The roaring sound of bikes filled the air.

The motorized bikes' engines blasted smoke out of them. The bright headlights from the jet-black motorcycles that carried the motorcyclists lightened the dark—somewhat lit—wet, mucky road.

Ari Levinson, the town's most well-known biker, parked his motorcycle outside of the brightly lit bar. Because of his broad, towering stance, he was constantly dreaded by the townspeople. His menacing stare would make a child cry as if he had stolen his lollipop.

Ari's biker gang, whose broad bodies were clothed in black leather jackets with a symbol on them — signifying how serious the gang was — followed suit as his feet made contact with the wet surface. The manly aroma Ari drew from his body had made the bar quieter.

The — almost silent — wood plank floor creaked under his heavy feet. He gave a sharp nod to the bartender whose forehead was gleaming with nothing but sweat. He’d hurried to get a beer for Ari.

Ari and his biker gang — especially the gang — were completely wasted after a few drinks. As jokes were thrown around and more beers were handed out, the bar erupted in manly laughter. Everyone's attention was drawn to a deep voice that rang through their ears.

Everyone's eyes narrowed when they saw Vincent, the bar's all-knowing manager. He cleared his throat before speaking to the focused crowd. “Good evening, everyone. Tonight, we have a special guest singing for us. Please welcome, (y/n) (y/l/n)!”

The sound of hands clapping together as you came out onto the stage made a big smile appear on your face. A man with dark blue eyes and brown long hair felt butterflies reach inside his gut without your notice. Ari Levinson, the bad boy, had gotten butterflies.

He had never gotten butterflies...

You were the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his whole life. He wanted — scratch that — Needed to have you as his. The way your lips parted as you began to sing those beautiful lyrics.

Ari had felt not only butterflies, but his cock had hardened as your whole presence went from the nervous shy boy to this confident and flirty man who wasn’t afraid of anyone’s opinions. His lips were slightly parted from seeing you sway your hips to the song.

Your eyes opened as you scanned the whole bar’s audience. As the flirty lyrics escaped from your wet lips, your (e/c) eyes made contact with the stormy blue eyes that held something questionable — Something dangerous. Although every man was basically gawking at you, the man who screamed danger had gotten your attention.

He was so in love.

You gave a shy smile to the crowd whose cheers were louder than your average soccer mom cheering for her children as soon as the last line left your lips. "Thank you, everyone!" You walked off the stage and straight to Ari's demise — he couldn't find you.

As he searched the entire bar for you, a sense of despair ran through his frigid veins. He was desperate to speak with the boy who could have been his entire future. That is until his sight was drawn to Vincent, who was currently flirting with a blushing woman.

Vincent then soon felt a hard tap on his broad shoulder. As he was about to curse whoever dared to touch him — his whole body shuddered, and his eyes screamed fear. Fear from Ari Levinson.

“Is he coming back?” Was all Ari had to say for Vincent to know who was speaking about. He wanted to refuse, but who could find the courage to refuse such a dangerous man who was feared by all? Vincent nodded quickly, attempting to escape his grasp.

Ari had the same butterflies he had when he first saw your frame go onto the stage. As he considered meeting you, a smile spread across his flawlessly chiseled face. He was certain of one thing, and one thing only — He was going to make you his and only his.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Darkness took over the clear night sky.

Your arms hugged your body from the shivering weather tonight. Your black guitar case was also held close to your body as you walked against the hard concrete. You had just sung a song.

Somehow, Mr. Vincent let you sing again at his well-known bar which had taken you by surprise. You would be forever grateful for him giving you another chance to sing another song. You were startled by the sound of muttering coming from the alleyway's corner.

The sight of six towering, black figures emerging from the corner made you furrow your brows. As you watched them creep closer to you, you swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. “Hi, there baby~,” One of the creepy guys dressed in all black said to you.

Fuck... ‘Someone save me.’

Your back had hit the hard, rough brick wall that was covered in graffiti as the gang of men approached you. "Please, don't touch me!" As one of the men gripped your arm forcefully, you yelled out. The agony caused a little yelp to escape from your dry parted lips.

Tears stained your cheeks as the men held you against the wall and began to pull your pants down. You hoped — Just really hoped — that someone would save your poor helpless soul from the danger.

You heard a voice, but it wasn't just any voice; it was a manly, raspy, deep voice that came from behind the men. When one of the men who was holding you looked back, you could see a glimmer of panic — fear even — in their eyes. "Mr. Levinson... We were just-" The god-like figure, who stood taller than them all, cut the stuttering man off.

“I don’t care what the fuck you were doing. All I know is you all better back the fuck away from him before I get violent.” The man you knew as Mr. Levinson seethed through his teeth. You gulped from nervousness as the man whose eyes were a dangerous blue stalked closer to you and the men. To your surprise, they all backed away.

The men who were about to do horrible — traumatizing actions ran away like pussies when Ari stared deep into their souls. You wiped the tears that escaped your eyes as Ari makes his way over to you.

“Hey, you okay?” Ari asked with a hint of worry in his tone. Even though the man had saved you — you weren’t sure if you could trust him. Ari could see what you were basically thinking and needed to confront your thoughts. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. The name’s Ari.”

As he saw you relax into his strong arms, he offered you a big, happy smile. "(y/n) is my name." He already knew that — let's just say Ari was conducting some research on you. He needed to know what you liked and disliked before he could introduce himself.

He loves you that much.

Ari wanted to protect you from all dangers, just like he had done moments before, and keep you for himself. When you stepped back from his embrace, his body felt cold—the warm feeling gone. He already missed you. When he came up with an idea, his mind lit up.

“Sweetheart, it’s pretty late at night. How’re you getting home?” Goosebumps raised onto your (s/c) skin from the pet name. Fuck he was so sweet. “I was going to walk-” Ari cut you off.

“I’ll take you home. I’ll drive my motorcycle.” Before you could protest, the man had put his veiny strong hand on your lower back as he guided you to his jet-black motorcycle. Your arms wrapped around Ari’s waist and that fuzzy, chilling, warm feeling had come back.

You gently climbed off the bike as soon as you arrived outside your house. You flashed Ari a small shy smile as you considered what to say to him. "Thank you for the ride, Ari." You heard the deep manly voice calling out for you as you approached the front door.

“Can I maybe get your number?” Ari asked, his voice strained. You didn't think twice about grasping his phone and putting your number. "Bye, Ari." Ari grinned and gazed at you with admiration. "Goodnight, sweetheart." Sweetheart. You reached the wooden front door after hearing his motorcycle engine roar as you walked into your home.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

One week has gone by.

One long week since Ari Levinson saved you and one long week since you gave the man your number. Every night after your long shift, Ari would always be waiting for you outside the night.

Every time he would pick you up, you would feel the same butterflies that roamed around your stomach when just seeing him in your sight. You had always told him about your day, and he would always listen — That’s what you loved about the tall, strong man.

He listens.

This returns you to the present moment. Ari stood outside the bar waiting for you. He was finally going to ask the big — well not that big — question. Your guitar hugged close to your body as you see the man who would corrupt your — not so innocent — thoughts.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Ari hovered over your smaller frame and gently stroked his fingertip against your cheek. The warm gesture caused your face to warm with heat. "Hi, Ari. " You questioned the man, who had a gleam in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

Ari swallowed the thick lump growing in his throat thinking about the question. Ari Levinson was nervous? That’s a first. “I actually wanted to ask you a question,” You raised your eyebrow at him — signaling him to continue. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

As that question escaped from your lips, you couldn’t be even happier that the man who has been on your mind 24/7 asked you out. Although Ari has had a bad reputation for being the bad boy of the town, you had noticed the man was nothing, but kind to you. Who wouldn’t accept his gesture? “I would love to, Ari.” You smiled at him.

Ari felt his dark heart spring out of his chest, only to be consumed by light — that light being you. The words you spoke allowed him to experience an emotion he had never experienced before. Love. Ari Levinson had had an overwhelming feeling of love consume him.

✦ 1 hour time skip ✦

As you returned from your date with Ari, you stepped out of the — cozy and small — diner. He stayed by your side as you both walked back to his motorcycle, which you had taken a liking to. You felt Ari's firm hands hold your hips as he assisted you aboard the bike.

When Ari drove off onto the — rough, patchy, and concrete — road, you begin to wonder where the man was taking you. It was sure not home because it wasn’t the normal route you would usually go on. “Where are we going, Ari?” You puzzled the man in front of you.

“You’ll see sweetheart.”

Your (e/c) eyes soon met the amazing view of a red blanket laid down on the prickly green grass. There was a fine bottle of wine with two glasses and a small red velvet cake. You looked back to Ari — who was already looking at you with full compassion.

“Ari... this is amazing!” You jumped upon Ari and around his waist with your legs. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he quickly covered it up with a smile. You both lay down on the blanket after jumping off the man, calmly admiring the gleaming stars above you.

The view was breathtaking, but it was Ari who stole the show in your eyes. The way he had treated you with kindness — even love — made you feel wanted. The sight of Ari placing his palm on top of yours made your stomach flutter with unwanted butterflies.

As you looked away, Ari smirked at the idea that had made its way to his mind. “Why don’t we leave and go to my house?” Your head snapped towards Ari and a frown grew onto your face.

Ari was terrified, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong to you. Ari had no desire to harm a helpless little angel like you. “I-I can’t.” You responded to the man. You quickly added to what you said before he could question, which you knew by the look of confusion on his face. "My father." Your eyes prickled with tears as your body grew hot.

Just the thought of him made you cry.

“What about your father, may I ask?” Ari questioned you calmy — not wanting to make it look like he was forcing you to answer him. You sniffled before answering. “He’s abusive. If I don’t go home, he’ll hurt me, or worse.” Your bottom lip trembled from the wicked thought.

Ari felt anger grow through his — now steaming hot — veins as he heard those words slip from your lips. The thought of someone hurting his angel made him feel an emotion he had never once felt with someone else. But Ari remembered he needed to stay calm.

He brought your head into his firm chest as you cried into it. He whispered nothing but soothing things trying to calm you down. “I’ll take care of him, sweetheart. Okay? You can stay at my house for as long as you need.” Ari laid a gentle kiss on top of your head.

You'd learned to trust the man who was now calming you, to the point where you'd trusted him with your life. That says a lot. Ari didn't hesitate to pick you up bridal style and bring you back to his bike when you nodded. You drove off the terrain, eager to get to his house.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Ari unlocked his wooden front door.

You were greeted by the — rather amazingly — smell of Ari’s scent when you entered his apartment. His apartment was decorated with a light grey wallpaper with some paintings planted on them.

Turning around, you faced Ari who was looking down at you with a dangerous gaze — a lustful gaze. “Ari? Are you-” You were cut off when you felt a pair of pink plump lips connect with yours. Your eyes widened, but you soon returned the kiss that was filled with lust.

Ari’s strong arms had wrapped themselves around your hips and picked you up — making your legs wrap around his waist. The feeling of butterflies roamed around both of your stomachs from the delicate touch that was caused by the man who was carrying you.

As they entwined together in motion, your tongues practically danced. Ari carefully placed you on the bed and slowly removed your shirt and pants. His lustful blue eyes inspected every single mark and scar on your body as if he had just discovered a hidden treasure. "So beautiful..." You sensed the same butterflies reappear again.

Oh, my fucking God...

He used his palm to grasp your knee and picked it up slowly. Eye contact never breaking — you could feel his tight bulge hit your plump ass as he moved around. You let out a soft moan, which made the dangerous man who was eye-fucking you let out a deep grunt.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me, pretty baby?” You nodded slowly at the man’s words, but then felt another poke. “I need you to use your words, (y/n)~” You took your bottom lip between your teeth — most likely drawing blood from said action. “Yes, Ari...”

The things this man was doing to you on the inside were so indescribable. The way Ari’s soft fingertips moved around your whole body made you feel warm inside. Not only did you feel these dangerous feelings, but Ari also felt them. The sound of your moans...

Like angels were singing a beautiful song.

He twisted you around, so your ass was facing him without warning, and your body shivered beneath Ari's touch as he rubbed his gentle fingertips against your hole. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." You did as he said, your eyes widen when you feel his tongue enter you.

“Fuck, daddy~” Ari’s deep grunt made vibrations enter your body as he heard the name, which he never thought you would say — and he fucking loved it. His tongue attacked your wet walls and your toes curled from the euphoric feeling he had been causing.

“Please don’t stop...” You pleaded to Ari who was giving you the best feeling you hadn’t felt in months — years maybe. But to your despise, he parted his tongue from your soaked hole which made a soft whine escape your lips. You didn’t know what his game was

— But it was working.

“Be patient, pretty baby... Daddy’s going to take care of you, okay?” You nodded but remembered he didn’t like your silence. “Yes, daddy.” Ari licked his plump bottom lip as he took his throbbing cock from his tight pants and gave it a few teasing strokes. He was so big.

“Ari, I don’t think it’ll fit.” Your voice held fear from the thought of dying from the dangerous man’s cock. A chuckle escaped his lips from your trembling words. “I’ll make it fit~” Ari slowly entered himself into you. A loud moan escaped your lips from the feeling.

Your back arched as Ari’s nails dug deep into your hips as he thrusts from a slow to fast pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the tender actions. Your knees trembled as you felt a rough smack on your left side ass cheek — which Ari had caused.

Ari held your body in his broad arms as bent over more. He took your right ear in between his lips, and he gently nibbled on it. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking against skin, as Ari slammed more and more into your body. You felt the rush of your desired orgasm coming in as the blue-eyed man hit your prostate.

“You’re mine, pretty baby... All mines~” You held your moan back from the possessiveness that filled Ari’s tone when he had said what he said. “Ari... I want to cum!” Your whine made Ari’s desires come true. “You’re going to cum with me, okay pretty baby?” You nodded.

You could feel the man’s cock twitch in your hole as his chest heaved up and down from the feeling of his orgasm reaching a finish. His hands grasped your hair tightly to add more friction as he finally felt himself about to explode deep inside of your trembling form.

“Cum, pretty baby. Cum with daddy~”

Without waiting for another second, you felt your cock leak cum — which made a loud moan escape your lips. Ari’s deep moans filled your ears as the marks he left on your ass turned him on even more. He finally let his cock explode deep into your prostate.

Heavy breaths could be heard from the both of you as he gently and slowly took himself out of you. Sweat covered both of your bodies as you laid down on his soft bed that had a black blanket.

“Thank you, Ari. For everything I mean.” You said as you laid your head on the man’s hairy soft chest. He gave you a small smile and gave you a small kiss on the top of your head. “You’re welcome, (y/n). I’m always here for you, okay?” You smiled gently and nodded at Ari.

‘I love him so much...”

Your thoughts were cut off by a deep chuckle that came from the man you were laying on. “Did I hear that correctly, sweetheart?” Your eyebrows furrowed from his words, but then you realized. “What are you— Shit. Did I say that out loud?” Your face heated from embarrassment, but the words that you heard next left you in shock.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Until the day that I die, I won’t leave your side.” The softness from Ari’s voice made the same butterflies come back to your stomach. Who would have known you would fall in love with the man who was feared by all, the knowing biker, Ari Levinson.

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