#WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE

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[watmalik]

IM NOT FINE

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Where do we go from here

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female

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Word Count: 2266

Summary: You and Ari confess your feelings to one another. Where do you go from here?

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Fem), Finger Fucking, Friends with Benefits to lovers, size kink, Ari is 6’4, Multiple Orgasms, Dialogue Prompt in bold: "I've spent my whole life waiting for you."

A/N: Thank you to @fictional-affairs for the amazing header. Thank you @firefly-graphics for the divider. Thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

A/N 2: This can be read with the mini series I started called Infinity Sex or as a standalone.

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You started slowly waking from your nightly slumber and tried to stretch, but Ari was wrapped around you. Your legs tangled, his arm draped over your waist and his stiff cock against your ass. What a beautiful way to wake up to the man you loved.

Oh shit!

Last night you had mumbled your love for him as you drifted off to sleep. What did Ari think of this confession? This was supposed to be a friends-with-benefits relationship and now you just ruined it. Maybe you should sneak out and give yourself a break from him. Ari must think the worst of you and will probably break this arrangement off leaving you heartbroken.

Slowly you try to get out from underneath him but when you move Ari lets out a groan. His arm tightens and pulls you closer to his chest as he kisses your shoulder. His lips trail from your shoulder to your neck and his beard tickles you as he rubs his beard against your skin. You let out a hum of approval as he kisses that one spot on your neck that sends a tingling to your core. Your eyes close as you feel his hand cup your breast, his fingers lightly pinching your nipple. Your ass pushes back against his cock and rubs against it making Ari growl against your neck.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His deep voice whispers in your ear.

“Mornin’ Ari, fuck.”

Your breath hitches as he continues to play with your nipples. His mouth descends from your throat to your breasts as he rolls you onto your back lying in between your legs. Gently he sucks on your nipple and teases it with his tongue. You arch your back slightly pushing your breasts closer to his face.

Ari loves to tease you and take his time with you. His favorite is pulling those little moans from your lips like you’re doing now. He switched to your other breast and gave it the same treatment. Your fingers run through his hair as you try to pull him even closer to your breasts.

Slowly Ari kisses his way down your breasts, past your stomach, and reaches your wet pussy. He puts each of your legs over his shoulders and opens you wider for him to enjoy his ritual ’breakfast’ of you. Ari licks a long strip through your pussy lips and up to your clit. He feels your hands tighten in his hair as he starts to eat you out like a starved man.

Every lick, every suckle sends you higher and higher. Your hand holds him in place as you grind against his beard and mouth. The beard tickles you in the best way possible causing your breath to hitch and a whine escapes your lips.

“Fuck, Ari. It feels so good.” You groan as he lets his beard scrape against your skin causing you to shiver in the best way.

His lips seal over your clit and plays with it with his tongue. At the same moment, he pushes two fingers into your pussy and curls them just right inside you.

You groan at the pleasure he is giving you and moan his name like a prayer.

Ari continues to finger fuck you making your breathing pick up. He knows you’re close and he wants your essence to flow from you. Curling his fingers against the spongy part on your front wall he doubles down and sucks on your clit. Within seconds you are screaming his name and squirting all over Ari who continues to lap up all of your essence.

Your legs shake and your toes curl as he works you through your orgasm. You can’t believe this man can pull out your pleasure the way he does. He is talented in the bedroom and you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.

Ari pulls back and licks his lips before crawling up your body. His cock is throbbing and all he wants is to be buried inside of your warm cunt. His head pops up from under the blankets and he views your blissed-out look.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” He kisses your lips and you both slowly make out with one another. Tongues dancing against one another and hands caressing each other have you both groaning into the other's mouth. He pulls back so you can catch your breath.

“Make love to me, Ari.” You softly beg and Ari smiles down at you.

“As you wish.” He replies.

He grabs his cock and drags it against your wet pussy. Coating himself in your arousal his thick cock slowly pushes into you all the way and he hears you whimper from the stretch. Retreating his hips has that slow drag against your warm, tight walls that are squeezing him like a vice. He gets to his tip and pushes back into you with a little more vigor behind it.

You wrap your legs around his waist while you make love to one another. Yes, you’ve had sex like this before but this morning it feels different. It’s like there is love behind it. You watch one another as you roll your hips together. Ari is panting above you and your little mewls are filling the air.

Ari slowly picks up his speed thrusting into you a little harder. He knows he won’t last long but he will be damned if you don’t come first. His right hand makes its way to your clit and he uses his thumb to rub tight circles around it. The faster he rubs the louder you get, gasping for breath as he works you over. He feels your walls tighten more around him. He is now thrusting harder and faster into you.

Your fingernails scratch down his biceps as you finally tip over the edge screaming Ari’s name into the abyss. Ari is right behind you and with three hard thrusts, he is coming deep within you. As soon as he finishes he slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you.

It’s silent for a moment. You both are trying to catch your breath. Ari stares at you with longing in his blue eyes. He knows what he wants to ask you but is afraid to ask. The last thing he wants is to lose you.

“Ari, I need to talk to you about something but I want to get cleaned up first and have a cup of coffee. Is that okay?”

He swallows deeply and shakes his head. He’s preparing for the worst. “Yes, sweetheart, that is fine.”

You roll to get out of bed, head to the shower, and stop. “Can you join me?”

Ari nods his head and gets out of bed to follow you into the shower. Together you both clean one another as usual and caress one another. It’s very intimate and it makes you want more. If this is the last time you shower together you want to remember every detail.

Once you showered and changed into comfy clothes you walk to the kitchen where Ari already has the coffee ready. He poured you a cup and made it just like you wanted it.

Thanking him you grab your cup and take a sip. You hum your approval at the taste of it and take another sip. Once you’ve had some sips you take your coffee over to the table and sit down. Ari follows you and sits across from you. There is silence between you both as you try to relax.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Ari asks as he fiddles with his cup.

You stare into his deep blue eyes and smile awkwardly. “I might have said something as I was falling asleep last night that may be inappropriate for our relationship. I apologize for any confusion or concern it may have caused.”

“You said you loved me. There’s nothing inappropriate about that. You expressed your feelings as I did the same last night.” Ari reached across the table and lightly grabbed your hand like a lifeline.

“Wait, you said you loved me as well? I didn’t hear you last night.” You were shocked by what he just said.

Ari smiled at you while you looked confused. “I did say I love you but I think you had fallen asleep. I meant what I said though. Did you?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded at him. “Yes, I did. How long have you felt this way?”

Ari grinned at you as his thumb caressed the back of his hand. “Honestly since the first day we became friends I knew I wanted to be with you. I was too scared to tell you. Then when we made our arrangement I was worried I would fall harder for you and I did every day we spent together. There is no one else for me sweetheart.”

A tear rolled down your cheek as you considered what he said. He has been in love with you since you first became friends. That arrangement you made only made him fall harder for you. You have felt the same way.

Taking a breath you wiped the tear away. “I’ve loved you since we became friends too. There was always something so precious about you. Your genuine kindness has always been the thing that pulls me to you. You have a big heart and you’re always so supportive of me. I would be lost without you, Ari. So where do we go from here?”

Ari got up from his chair and walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. Grabbing both of your hands in his he lifts them to his mouth and kisses the back of your hands.

“Sweetheart, I've spent my whole life waiting for you. I don’t want to lose you either and would love to go from our current arrangement to a better one. Say you will be mine and I promise to love you forever. I will cherish you like the angel that you are. I will protect you always. Whatever you want, it's yours.”

You smiled at him and considered his words. “I want that, Ari. I want to be yours forever. I’m so in love with you.”

Ari pulled you into a passionate kiss and you both poured your feelings into it. Little groans escaped your mouth as you both fought for dominance. Ari held your head in his hands as he deepened the kiss causing you to whimper for more. Finally, you both pulled back breathlessly gazing into each other's eyes.

“Move in with me sweetheart. You’re already over here most nights anyway. We can build our new relationship together. What do you say?”

“Yes! I want that so much. Let’s do this.”

Ari stood up and pulled you with him. You both kissed again and headed toward the bedroom. Clothes were scattered across the floors until you were both naked and in bed again. You pushed Ari onto his back and crawled up his tall, beefy form. You were already wet for him and straddled his body. Your hand grabbed his hard cock and you rubbed him through your arousal a few times before you placed him at your entrance and slowly sank down on him. You both groaned out your pleasure and you started to ride him slowly. Hands on his chest you rolled your hips a little harder each time, picking up your pace and dominating him.

Ari thrusted up into you every time you rode him harder. His grunts filled the bedroom as he watched you moan above him with your head thrown back in pleasure. His right hand moved to where your clit was and his thumb started to rub against it in motion to you riding him. Your legs were starting to shake and before you knew it you were moaning out Ari’s name. You came hard and trembled for him as your walls clamped down on his cock. Ari was so close to cumming and he quickly rolled you to your back and fucked you hard. He hooked your legs around his waist as he pounded into you trying to chase his end. Faster and harder he went inside you until he finally came with a shout. He rolled his hips a few more times before he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you, Ari.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

Ari smiled big at you and chuckled. “Same with you sweetheart. No matter how many times I have you it always feels like I need more of you. All I want to do is bring you pleasure and happiness. This is going to be the start of something big. I can feel it. Now how about let me run you a bath and we can soak together. Then when we are done we can order whatever you would like to eat. What do you say? We have nowhere to be for the next two days. Let me love on you and show you how much I love you.”

You grin back at him as your hand rubs against his beard. “I say that it’s a perfect idea. I want to spend every moment I can with you and show you as well how much I love you too.”

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[closingremarks]

for all u leftists who wanted Biden out of office and still refuse to vote for Kamala, here are some words from Dr.King

“Where Do We Go From Here?”, 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

[messrsrarchives]

i worry sometimes about the stigma around exploring morality. not just in terms of fanfiction of course, but generally, the fact that exploring negative morality within literature or any other type of media has become synonymous with justification worries me.

because we need to explore morality. we need to explore the reasons behind acts - not for the sake of justifying them and brushing them under the rug, but for the sake of potentially unlocking a new understanding and new preventions. for understanding how seemingly insignificant details, experiences, homelife etc etc can all add up and result in whatever negative thing took place.

and sure, we see it in fanfiction. we see it in the fact you can't explore different ways things could have panned out without being called a sympathiser. we see it in the way you could say "hey, what if regulus did X instead of Y?" and people blow up your inbox. or even when you take a more morally good character like james, and you explore the bullying that took place, people dislike that.

so we see it in fanfiction yes, but we see it in the book bans as well. we see it in the type of books that are being banned in the US, we see it in the media when they refuse to look past the current event and dig into the reasons why, we see it everywhere.

this growing resentment towards exploration and this growing hatred of anything depicted in media which isn't 100% morally perfect, and it worries me actually.

because there's a lot of bad. in everyone, even the more morally correct, and i think this growing resentment to explore the slightest immoral action is dangerous. it limits understanding, it limits education, it limits potential prevention, but really it just divides the world (whether that be fictional ones or the real one) into "good people" and "bad people" and what do we do then when someone breaches that categorisation? what do we do then when someone on the good side starts exhibiting signs and we don't know enough/aren't permitted to explore why?

idk, i'm explaining this really bad but tldr; the censorship of anything morally wrong and the fact that exploration has become synonymous with justification in literature spaces is incredibly dangerous for any kind of progress imo. it's only through the eyes of the oppressor or through exploring oppression that we can learn to prevent it or even just understand it. and it worries me that we can showcase that less and less as media spaces become more puritanical in their views

life imitiates art and art imitates life and all that jazz

[radio-ghost-cooks]

hey remember how i said i might disappear? yeah i lied

i'm so sick of just wallowing. it's not getting me anywhere. wallowing without action doesn't do anything

i'm going to try and reblog more resources/fund links/general punk shit because i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. obviously i'm going to find time for myself to process but i also want to DO something with all of this.

so, basically, disregard all previous statements, i am going to be a menace to society if it sedates me.

[ineffabletimehusbands]

The burden of Mobius' glorious purpose is that he'll never be able to see Loki again.

Season 1 episode 1's title was referring to Mobius' purpose, which is setting Loki down the path to being able to fulfill his. And in season 2 episode 6 the title is referring to Loki's.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 3!!

Okay, this thing needs a name. Please suggest ideas in the comments :) I know this part is tedious, but the thing with self-insert is you have Establishing to do before any Real Action happens. We'll get there, just hang on.

//Edited to include title.

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The shaking must have been more visible than you thought, because Muriel is at your side before you can speak. They touch your shoulder gently.

“Um, excuse me,” they say, “Sorry, but you’re shaking an awful lot. Maybe you should sit down.” You nod, and it takes concentration, but with Muriel’s help you make it to the sofa. Apparently caffeine and adrenaline aren’t the best mix. Your breathing speeds up, despite your best efforts, and the rest of the room feels fuzzy. Shit, you do not need this right now. There’s talking and movement, but listening to the words feels too sharp, and the best you can do to convey that you are not okay is to shake your head over and over and over. You reach out a hand next to you, and are surprised to find the sleeve of Aziraphale’s shirt. It’s not ideal, but it’s something, and he doesn’t pull away. You focus on the feel of the cotton, the button on the cuff, the pattern of the stitching in the seams. Slowly, you’re able to tune back in. You focus on your breathing, you look around and count five things that start with B – button, books, brown, bow tie, black. Crowley hands you a mug of cocoa, and you accept it, running your thumb along the porcelain wings and letting your hands feel the heat of the drink. You take a sip and take stock.

Multiverse travel (?), mouthing off to the literal Voice of God (lol), brush with death (or...eternal saltiness?), confronting your very limited mortality (at least it’s 5 lives and not 3), panic attack. WELP. This is going well so far. Just peachy. You take another sip, and notice that everyone’s waiting. Oh, right. You clear your throat.

“Thanks,” You say, “Sorry about that. Um...I’m gonna guess that you all have some questions.”

“That would be accurate, yes,” Aziraphale says next to you. Now that you are better, he stands, straightens his waistcoat, and moves to stand nearer the chair (and Crowley), and watches you with his hands folded in front of him. “The first of which is, who exactly are you?”

“Buckle in, folks,” You say to them, “You’re in for a ride.”

And so you begin your info dump. You notice Muriel taking dedicated notes. Good, they’ll probably need those later. You tell them that you’re not sure exactly where you’re from, but it’s not here. You explain the tv show, the radio show, you even mention the musical, and of course, when you get to the book, you ask Crowley to find it on the shelf behind him. It’s right where you remember Jim leaving it. Crowley opens it, and you begin on instinct:

“’It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. There had been rather seven of them thus far, and rain hadn’t been invented yet.’ Now skip a couple lines Crowley. ‘I said that one went down like a lead balloon.’ Sound familiar? There’s more.” You stop quoting there, because Crowley has started flipping through the pages quicker. Aziraphale holds out his hand, and after a while, Crowley hands it to him, then goes to a corner where you notice him taking a few deep breaths. You lean to the side to see that he’s not smoking, exactly, but definitely smoldering. You look at Aziraphale next, and see him turn white as a sheet, before handing the book to Muriel’s eager hands. The scrivener is the only one who looks delighted as they flip through. Aziraphale cleares this throat and composes himself.

“Uhm...now I believe you told Metatron that...The Almighty sent you here. Is...is that actually the case?”

“Honestly,” You say, “I have no idea. I just needed to get him out of your shop and away from you.”

“Away from...me?”

“Yeah...um...” You notice that Crowley has come back to the conversation now, although his sunglasses are slightly askew. You glance at Muriel, who has noticed the shift in your tone, has closed the book, and is now watching you. They put the novel on the nearest surface and reach for their notebook again.

And so, you explain the most solid fan theories that you know. That their joint miracle from the other day made them a threat for Apocalypse 2.0, and that Metatron was here to separate them, by offering Aziraphale the job of Supreme Archangel. This news is met with...surprise.

“Well that’s just stupid,” Crowley says, “He says no, in your tv show, clearly.”

“Yes, I rather can’t imagine I’d be so keen to return to Heaven after everything.”

“Weeeeelllll…...”

The room goes silent, except for Muriel’s writing. They stop after a moment, unaware of the silence.

“So then, you were trying to keep them from being separated because the power of an angel and a demon is most powerful together.”

“Yeah, or the power of love maybe. I’m not sure. Neil’s been kind of vague on that point.” You intentionally keep your gaze on Muriel once you realize what you implied. You will get there. Making those two talk about their feelings is on your list. Patience, patience.

“Oh, the author – Neil Gaiman?” Muriel points at the book with their pencil.

“Yeah, him. He answers questions sometimes.”

Muriel makes a note. You realize something.

“Wait a minute, Muriel,” You say, “Are you...on board with this?”

Muriel stops writing and considers your question for a minute.

“Well, see, the thing is,” They begin, “I’ve seen an awful lot that I never thought I would see? Just in the last week. Like a demon being nice –“

“HEY! Not nice!”

“And the Archangel Gabriel being in love with a demon and running away with them. And then you fell out of nowhere, and honestly what you said to the Metatron may have been a lie, and therefore, you know, bad, but it makes sense. If God didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. So if I help you, I’m helping the Will of God, right?”

Crowley is the one to break the silence that follows.

“Honestly I would have thought it’d take longer for you to take after me. I have to say, I am impressed.”

“Take what after you?”

“Nevermind.”

“Well,” says Aziraphale, “Is there anything else that we need to know about?”

You think about the kiss. You think about everything that came after. You think about ‘and I would like to spend -’ But no, none of that is relevant now. Why do you feel like you’re forgetting something?

The bell at the door rings. You turn around to see Maggie and Nina. UGH. Right.

“I’ve got it, ladies, no worries! Come back later!” You call, desperately.

“Excuse me! No, we need to speak to these two now if you don’t mind!” Maggie says. Clearly she doesn’t care who you are or what you’re doing here.

You roll your eyes. Honestly, you don’t have beef with Maggie and Nina. You agree with them telling off Crowley and Aziraphale, it’s just that you can’t help but feel that the clock is ticking. But, well, there’s no helping it is there? With a sigh, you stand.

“Come on, Muriel,” You say, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get some more cocoa while these four talk.”

Muriel follows you into the kitchen. You don’t listen, you don’t need to. All you need to do is refill your drink while Maggie and Nina tell them off. While you’re at it, you try to convince Muriel to have one. Despite your best effort, you’re unsuccessful. Oh well, all in good time. When you hear the bell chime again, you go back into the shop to find Aziraphale and Crowley looking very pink in the cheeks. You can’t help but smirk.

“All right, chaps?” You say in your best-terrible-British-accent. Aziraphale nods. Well good. Because you all have work to do.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[aaronsinferno]

So…… what now?

[princess-aeducan]

Okay lots of thoughts about gameplay and the tone and art style yadayada CAN YOU BELIEVE THATS HOW THE GAME STARTS???? Shit is going to be CRAZY!

[christinafaaaye]

i just love this era and how carefree and relaxed they are 😩🫶🏻

[elisaenglish]

I think I’ve made myself very clear. No one’s coming forward to stop me. Some of you cared. None of you cared enough. And neither did I. And I’m sorry.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Coming Soon…

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female

Reader

Word Count: 2266

Summary: You and Ari confess your feelings to one another. Where do you go from here?

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Fem), Finger Fucking, Friends with Benefits to lovers, size kink, Ari is 6’4, Multiple Orgasms, Dialogue Prompt in bold: "I've spent my whole life waiting for you."

A/N: Thank you to @fictional-affairs for the amazing header. Thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

A/N 2: This can be read with the mini series I started called Infinity Sex or as a standalone.

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[prince-gideon-the-ninth]

This has been a magical & adorable Halloween amongst all you Tomblrs

[bunmellos]

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