#beast!ari

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BABYGIRL, Challenge for you:

Slutty little Drabble, kinky and the first character you think about.🤭🤭

| CottageCore | 18+ MINORS DNI

Everyone Knows to steer clear of the small cottage in the woods. Everyone except the Princess. Now she must deal with the consequences of her own actions — not that she’s complaining.

[More from Beast!Ari]

✧ Pairing ✧ Beast!Ari Levinson x Princess!Reader

✧ Warnings ✧ Size Kink, Dom!Ari, Rough PinV sex, Unprotected Sex, Dacryphilia, Breeding, Dirty talk, Squirting, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Belly bulge, Cum swelling, Knotting, A little Aftercare but definitely not enough for what you’ve been through - Any more lemme know!!

✧ Author Note ✧ Ohhh bbg thank you for the request, I’ve got a lil something for ya ~ ALSO my first time writing for someone that isn’t a Sebby character but @buckys-wintersoldier will tell you I have been OBSESSED with this man, I’ve written so many little drabbles about him and annoyed her with them 🤭🤭

✧ Word Count ✧ 799

Skirting about the palace halls unseen is virtually impossible when you’re 7ft tall. Yet Ari does it effortlessly. Each night since you invaded his cottage some time ago, professing your name and title he’s come for a piece of you. And every time he’s left you writhing underneath him.

You slipped on the silk sleep gown, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of it draping down over your bare ass before slipping under your heavy sheets. Your eyes tugged downwards with sleep when the soft nocking has them snapping open again.

You should’ve been more embarrassed at the feeling of your slick arousal coating the tiny gusset of your thin panties. Behind the door, in all his glory was The Beast. Or as you’d come to find he preferred, Ari.

You’d heard stories of Ari from when you were a wee one “Don’t go into the cottage in the woods” this and “there is a hideous creature who calls that place home, people who have gone seeking it have not returned” that. You didn’t think the man eyeing you like prized venison was ugly at all, he was huge; his thin shirt ripped and ragged, barely covering his corded muscles each time he moved a little, the coarse hair over his chest and arms making your mouth dry.

Then there was that thing between his legs. You didn’t think you could ever go back to another man after Ari had plunged himself into you the first time, almost splitting your hungry snatch in two. That definitely wasn’t ugly.

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“Ari! Ari Ari” you moaned like a madman, hips pushing back to meet every one of the beast’s delightfully hard thrusts, tears flowing down your cheeks. His huge hand clapped over your mouth, thumb running up and down the bridge of your nose soothingly.

“Gotta be quiet little queen, don’t want the king to hear you” he snarled, sharp canines nicking the stretched skin of your neck as he pulled your face back.

For someone so concerned about your father hearing you both he certainly didn’t care about the loud squeaking of your thick mahogany bed, the headboard thumping dents into the wall it rested on. No, it was his beastly nature to have full control over you, that meant subduing your noises when he saw it fit.

Every time his thick, heavy cock pulled out a stream of your juices squirted onto the steadily soaking sheets, your walls singing at the small reprieve before squealing again when he speared it back in. Your cervix was most definitely bruised, the pain was almost too much for you to bear each time his plush tip kissed it.

“Aughh little queen, nothing but a village whore for your beast’s cock. What would your kingdom say when I pumped that belly full of cum, giving you my cubs…mmm shit squeezing me, you want your belly swollen because of me?” He groaned animalistically, his free hand pressing down into your tummy. His pace slowed for a second, a whimpering sound falling from his lips before he pulled you up into his chest, his paw for a hand grabbing your clenched one and pressing it to where he just had.

When you felt it you came undone, his head poking against your belly each time he sunk in; it was too much, far too much to hold back.

“Mmm flower you’re milking me, you like the feeling of me in there? So deep in that little body…fuck…oh little Queen beg for my come, beg for it inside that little womb” Ari’s voice wavered, his thrusts increasing to an almost impossibly fast pace and leaving you almost completely dumb with overstimulation.

“Want you cum Ari…fuckfuckfuck! Please Ari need you to swell me up please please ahhhh” you screamed, uncaring of volume as you came again with Ari, your vision going white as he held your body still, strumming your little clit as he filled you.

His hand moved with yours, running it over your now swollen tummy. His knot sitting thick and heavy at your entrance stopping any of his thick cream from slipping out.

He lay you on your side, his heavy body plastered on your back, his lips kissing up your neck before licking at your ear.

“Good little queen, all swollen with beast’s essence, make adorable babies…keep you to myself and make sure my queen is happy for the rest of her life” Ari mumbled, his settling finally and his arms holding you tighter.

You weren’t sure how much of it Ari meant, was it just talk from his high or was he planning on giving you everything he proclaimed? You weren’t sure and you were too dumb to think right now, but the thought of living in his small cottage away from the limelight, having his babies. It made you safe.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔

🕊️a whore's farytale masterlist🕊️

summary - the town's beauty (you) finds herself bargaining her life for her fathers, will the cursed beasts go easy on her? or figure out that she's the one who can break their curse?

warning - smut, monster-fucking, choking, blood play, oral, creampie, name calling, being restrained, biting, refused orgasm/edging, foursome (sorta), being passed around, swearing, death, forced voyeurism, obsessive man, grabbing, groping, trapped, held hostage, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, header created by me.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The story began with three brothers, they were the same in personality but so different in looks. But the universe had other plans for the pompous Princes, the night of their party was the night a certain witch decided to teach them a lesson, one that would not only make their personalities the same, but also their looks. The sound of music and chatter could be heard from outside the castle with how loud it was. Ari, Logan and Geralt– the Princes, are dressed exceptionally well. Only the finest of clothing fits their bulky forms, expensive jewels decorate their body. Ari and Geralt both have their hair tied back in a slick ponytail, one longer than the other. A silky silver matches Geralt’s light gray suit, while Ari wears a silky blue, matching his darker blue suit. Logan has his hair slicked back, although slightly messier with a few strands falling in front of his face, the look doesn’t make him any less handsome. He wears a silky black suit, the colour looking almost devilish on him. 

The brothers split from one another, Ari strides toward a beautiful blonde, twirling her as he pulls her toward the dance floor. Logan stalks off to the bar, glaring at anyone that gets in his way and Geralt heads toward a group of women, already flaunting themselves at him. The party is wild as the guests enjoy themselves, none aware of the storm brewing outside. An old woman trembles as she stands before the large doors, her wrinkled hands shake as she knocks, the sound echoing throughout the room, stopping the party momentarily. The three brothers turn, looking at the door and then to each other, a scowl on their faces, wondering who dares interrupt their party. Logan head tips back as the alcohol slides down his throat before he slams the glass down, his other two brothers express their deepest apologies. All three head towards the door, it may seem a bit extreme, but the three never go anywhere without each other. The only thing that they didn’t do together was share a woman. 

Ari’s hands wrap around the handles, flinging the door open and they scowl down at the ugly old lady before them. “What do you want?” The men stand there, their bulky builds taking up the whole doorway. 

“P–Please, may I come in for some shelter?” The old woman shivers, her nimble hands trembling and she clutches three roses. She offers them to the three princes, “I offer these roses for your kindness.” Her lips quiver, the cold seeming to get to her.

Logan scoffs. “God, no. Find somewhere else you wretched old hag.” The other two nod, not hiding their disgust. A shriek escapes their lips as suddenly the ugly hag magically shifts into a beautiful woman. “What the…”

Her face is set in stone, a harsh glare in her eyes. “Despicable. You’d think Princes like yourselves would be kinder. But, alas you have failed the test.”

“What? What test? You are welcome to come in, Miss.” Geralt stumbles, shamelessly checking out the Enchantress. Her lip curls as though she can see the dirty thoughts swirling around in his mind. 

Her head tilts, the three roses suddenly being encased in three glass domes, the beautiful flowers floating in the centre. “No. For the curse to be broken, you will have to find someone that will want you, all of you.”

Ari scoffs. “Please. We can have anyone want us, are you blind?”

The Enchantress smirks. “What I mean is for them to want all of you in your true forms.” Suddenly magic swirls around the men and their bodies begin to grow and shred, thick luscious fur replacing flesh. Sharp claws replace nicely kept fingernails, eyes turning a bright golden-yellow. Growls begin to fill the air as canines spurt from their gums, replacing their human teeth. The usual men now beasts stood at eight-feet, towering over the witch and before they could strike, she disappeared. Her words rang in their head. ‘If you do not find someone who truly wants you before the last petal falls, you will be stuck as beasts forever.’

Years pass and nearby in a small village, a beautiful young woman named Y/n-Belle hurries through the town. You greeted people as you passed by, a warm smile resting upon your lips. You hurried over to your favourite store, which happened to be the bookstore, a giant grin appears as you push the door open and stumble through, the excitement vibrating throughout your whole body. Y/n-Belle was a very strange, but smart woman, you were the only one in town that got excited about books and reading, causing you to become an outcast and lonely within the people. But you didn’t mind, you were quite content with living in your fantasies. 

The bookstore owner heads over to you, a smile on his face as he hands you one of your favourites. A book that you’ve read a thousand of times, yet would never tire of reading it. You smile, a dreamy look appearing on your face as you peer down at the book, your soft hands grabbing it gently, fingers stroking the cover. “This is my favourite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise…” You pause, your imagination flashing before your eyes as you play out the words in the book. You blink, coming back into reality and you give the man a smile. “Oh, thank you very much!” 

You spin, your blue and white dress swishing around you. You rush outside, the book already opened and your eyes flickering over the words as you walk. Your head was stuck in the book, not noticing the town's most handsome hunter heading straight for you. “Y/n-Belle!” You were hoping that if you ignored him that he would go away, but that did not seem to be the case. He stopped in front of you, nearly causing you to topple over. Gaston chuckles, “the whole town’s talking about you! It’s not right for a woman to read,” He shakes his head, chuckling as if the thought alone was funny. Yet, you had somehow figured that he’s never picked up a book in his life, his small mind proving that the more he talks. “It’s about time you got your nose out of those books and paid attention to more important things— like me!” He boasts, puffing his chest out like he is the most desirable thing to live and breathe. Truthfully, none of the men in your village caught your fancy. You were more into, well… Beasts.

You desperately try to get away without being rude, not in the mood to deal with a petulant child. You could see your escape, but as you opened your mouth to leave. Gaston’s “friend” joined, beginning to insult your father without much of a hello. Your brows furrowed and your lips pursed. “My father is not crazy! He’s a genius, but you are too stupid to realise that!” You blow up, letting your anger consume you without thinking properly. An explosion interrupts the men from responding, the sound coming from your cottage where your father is currently working on something. Without much thought, you take off running. 

You arrive at the cottage, finding your father. Gaston’s words replay in your head, you sit on top of a barrel that is in your front yard. “They think I’m odd, Papa.” You play with your fingers, picking some dirt from underneath your fingernails. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n-Belle. My inventions are going to change everything for us. We won’t have to live in this little town forever.” He says with a giant smile, one that used to give you hope to his dreams. But they slowly begin to dwindle as his inventions haven’t gotten any better, but you don’t want to ruin his dreams by voicing your concerns. You watch as he mounts your horse, Philippe, setting off for the fair with his new invention. “Goodbye, Y/n-Belle! Don’t worry about what others say, you will go places!”

Maybe you did still have hope, especially when he gives you another one of his smiles and a wave. You return it, watching as he goes.  “Goodbye! Good luck, I believe in you, father!”

Still at the cottage, you don’t know that your father got lost on his way and the events following would eventually lead you to your future, whether it be good or bad. But it would definitely be strange, and full of twists and turns.

You sit inside, your head in your book again. Even though you had read it many times, it would still be your favourite. You are pulled out of your fantasy world as you hear a knock at the door. You get up, slowly opening it and sighing as you see Gaston on the other side. “Gaston! What a… pleasant surprise!” You force a tiring smile on your lips. 

Gaston strolls in, taking his shoes off, exposing his dirty and very used socks. He takes a seat at the head of the table, placing his dirty feet on top of your favourite book, causing it to become dirty. A scowl appears upon your face at the disrespect of this man. “Y/n-Belle! There’s not a woman in town who wouldn’t love to be in your shoes. Do you know why? Because I want to marry you!”

You huff silently, knowing that the only way you could get out of this is if you politely decline and make it seem as though you weren’t worthy of him. “Gaston, I’m speechless!” You gnaw on your bottom lip, hating that this disgusting pig of a man won’t leave you alone. “I’m sorry, but… but…” You swallow, knowing you will have to force these words out. “I just don’t deserve you!” You force back scrunching your nose in disgust, watching as humiliation falls upon his face. 

Without a word he stumbles out, hastily putting on his shoes causing him to trip, slipping into some mud. You peeked out, placing a hand over your lips to cover the giggle that threatened to escape past them, watching as the villagers gathered around, hoping to see some sort of wedding or at least a celebration. Only to witness their friend and fellow villager fall into some mud, causing Gaston to feel even more humiliated than before. You’d hope that would at least knock his ego down a few pegs.

You waited until everyone had disappeared from your home before rushing out to feed the chickens. You hear something causing your head to whip around and you find your horse, Philippe, alone without your father. You head over to him, checking for something, anything. “Philippe! What are you doing here? Where’s Papa?!” He whines anxiously and you immediately rush to the house to grab your cloak before running back to him and climbing onto his back. You feel frightened as you think of all the possibilities of what could’ve happened to your father. This feeling pushes you to return to the mysterious forest, allowing you to find a castle that looks like it has been abandoned for many years.

You try and steady, Philippe, brows furrowing when you spot something on the ground. With swift movements, you dismount your horse and move toward the object. A soft gasp passes your lips as you recognise your father’s hat. Without a second thought, you hurry toward the gloomy castle, pushing past the heavy doors and deciding to wander the vast deserted corridors. Your main focus was to find your father, no care of what may happen to you. “Papa? Are you here? It’s Y/n-Belle!” You were met with silence, you continued your search not knowing of the objects that are alive because of the curse within the castle walls.

You stumble along as you finally discover your father locked away in a cell. You gasp, having to kneel as the only opening was at feet level. “Papa! We have to get you out of here!” Suddenly you felt as though you were being watched. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be in our castle, Little one.” 

“Leave now!” 

Your eyes widen when you hear three different voices coming from within the shadows. “Please, let my father go! Take me instead!”

There was a scoff filled with curiosity from the shadows. “You would take his place?” 

“S–step into the light please…” You asked. Your expression morphed as you stared horrified at three huge, ugly Beasts– well, they weren’t ugly… But you wouldn’t let them know that between your thighs you felt yourself clench around nothing. You gulped, you didn’t want to be anywhere near these monsters, but you agreed to take your father’s place. “I–” You swallow the saliva that gets stuck in your throat. “I would. I will take his place.” Your words left no room for argument, you were putting your foot down. You didn’t know that you signed up for forever with the three Beasts.

As the words left your lips, one of the Beasts grabbed your father from his cell and dragged him throughout the castle, once outside he was thrown into a carriage that would take him home. The other two begin to walk, causing you to follow behind nervously. The third joining immediately, you let your eyes wander. Taking everything in, it felt like one of those books you always had your nose buried in. 

Your voice cuts through the silence, sounding as though it echoes through the dark halls. “D–do you three have names?” As I don’t want to continue calling you Beasts in my head, you think the last bit to yourself. Knowing it would be rude of you to voice out loud. 

“Ari.” 

“Logan.” 

“Geralt.” 

They growl out, hardened eyes landing on your tiny form. Ari steps toward you, towering over you as you shiver, your eyes wide and you try to shrink into yourself. “Our castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like…”

Geralt cuts in. “Except the West Wing.”

You stare back, innocently asking. “What’s in the West Wing?” 

Their bodies tense and they glare as Logan growls out. “It’s forbidden!” Geralt opens a door to your new bedroom and pushes you in. 

“You will join us for dinner. That’s not a request.” Ari stares you down, stopping you from protesting. They shut the door and stalk off, separating to different parts of the castle. You lie down on the bed, burying your face into the pillows. You knew you would never escape this prison, nor would you ever see your father again. Maybe you should’ve married Gaston, at least then you wouldn’t be stuck with Beasts.

The disgusting truth though was how much you weren’t disgusted by their forms. Their behaviour. It was definitely something out of those books you read, just less romantic and more animalistic. You huff, shaking your head of those thoughts. You will in no way let them find out about this. It was something different than other women would fantasie about and you didn’t want those… FREAKS! To judge you.

You refused to go to dinner when the time came, knowing you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself if you stayed in the same room as them for too long. Oh, how your father would be disgraced by the woman you’ve become. You had grown bored and hungry and had decided to wander the castle in hopes of finding the kitchen. With quiet footsteps, you exited your room and tiptoed down the halls, peaking your head around corners and stopping whenever you heard the slightest of noises.

You were no fool, the Beasts had been mad when you refused to dine with them and if one of them were to find you wandering the halls in search of food. Well you fear you may become theirs instead. Though, you wouldn’t mind them… No, you couldn’t let your thoughts wander for too long. 

A small squeal passes your lips when you finally stumble upon the kitchen, happily making your way over to the fridge before a voice interrupts, causing your heart to drop into your stomach. 

“You know… If you had come to dinner. You wouldn’t be so hungry now.” The voice was deep, a growl slipping through with each word. You spin, eyes wide as they land on Logan, how had you missed such a big figure? You squeak, not knowing what to reply with. Logan raises a furry brow, “Cat got your tongue, Little one?” He moves fast, now towering over you. “Or should I say Beast?” 

Your thighs press together, a whimper slipping past your lips and your wide eyes stare up at him. “I–I…” Stupid, why the hell would you try to speak when you’re in this position? Your voice would give you away, you daft bimbo. You scowl at yourself, how could you be so dumb when you were the only one to read in your village? You gulp as he leans in with a smirk. You don’t know that their senses had heightened with their transformation, you had practically given yourself away since you broke into their castle. 

“Hmm? No words?” Your hunger forgotten and replaced with something else. You notice how his hand, though actually a paw, comes up, a lit cigar between his clawed fingers, bringing it to his lips, puffing on it as he stares into your eyes watching as you follow his movements. “Ya know, my brothers are angry with the fact you ignored their invitation.” 

Your eyes roll and you scoff. “Well, excuse me for not wanting to dine with those that are keeping me hostage.” His brow raises again, not expecting so many words to pass your lips. You gulp, where the hell did that come from? 

“Huh, so you do say more than four words.” He leans closer if that was even possible, “Better watch your tone with me, Little one or else I’m gonna have to do something about it.” With those words, he disappears and you whimper. Fantastic, the only pair of knickers you have on you and they are completely drenched. You wouldn’t be surprised if the other two could smell you wherever they were.

You shakily prepare a small meal, hurriedly eating it so you don’t have another run in. When you finish, you swear you hear someone speak. But looking around, you find no one. Your brows furrow, are you finally going insane? You begin to get up when you hear it again.

“Excuse me, Miss.” You look around again, what the hell? “Down here, Miss.” You look down and let out a small squeak of surprise, there stands before you a small clock that seems alive? He blinks up at you, a smile on his face? “Hello. I am Cogsworth. I am sorry for frightening you.”

“I–it’s f–fine.” You clear your throat. “It’s fine. You didn’t frighten me, just a bit startled is all.” You try to smile, “Have you been here this whole time?” You hoped he hadn’t, you wouldn’t want to know what an object thought of the previous events. 

Cogsworth shakes his head. “No, Miss. Master Logan ordered that I escort you back to your quarters. He doesn’t want you wandering about… In your condition.” His eyes squint, as though he understands yet how could you know he would? You had no clue that the alive object was once a person. 

“Oh, okay.” You stand, smoothing down your dress about to follow but you stop. “Actually, Cogsworth. Would you mind giving me a tour of the castle, please?” 

He looks at you for a few seconds, as though he was hesitating before he nods. “Okay, follow me. Miss.” You spend most of your night getting acquainted with your new home before you stop underneath a dark staircase. Noticing how Cogsworth seems to want to hurry past it without acknowledging it. 

“What’s up there?” Your curiousity seeps through your words. 

Cogsworth practically shakes as he answers. “Nothing, absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing.” Your interest piqued as you heard West Wing. You watch as he’s too busy focusing on ensuring the two of you don’t get caught, especially near this staircase. Allowing you to escape unnoticed, racing up the staircase and into a long hallway lined with broken mirrors.

“Well… That’s bad luck for many, many years.” You wet your lips as you cautiously opened the doors at the end of the corridor. You enter the dank, filthy room strewn with broken furniture, torn curtains and grey, gnawed bones. Your eyes wide, taking it all in before they land on the only living object or should you say objects. There behind a glass dome were three shimmering roses. Entranced, Y/n–Belle lifted the cover and reached out to touch one soft, pink petal. You were so entranced that you did not hear Ari enter the room.

“I warned you never to come here!” He advanced on you. “GET OUT! GET OUT!” Your daze had been broken, desire now replaced with fear. You became terrified of his rage, causing you to turn and run. You run out of the room, down the stairs and past Cogsworth and a candle? You didn’t have time to stop, you needed to leave. Not even your lust for your fantasy to come true could stop you. Your feet had taken control of your body. 

“Promise or no promise, I can’t stay here another minute!” You flee, finding your horse and taking off. You gallop through the snow until you are met with a pack of fierce, hungry wolves. Your eyes widen, mouth opening and closing as you don’t know whether to scream or breathe. Through your terror, you forgot about the horse you sat upon. He reared, causing you to fall to the ground, tumbling into the snow below. They were advancing on Philippe, so with quick movements, you found a large stick and defended your horse. 

“Stay back!” You swing, swiping at them. Hoping and praying that they would leave. Their attention moved from your horse and you would’ve sighed of relief but instead you choked up, the wolves had now turned on you. Their canines bared as they snarl. Oh no, no no no. You thought, brows furrowing as worry fills you. Well, at least they are no longer after Philippe. 

You shriek as they pounce, about to rip you apart until suddenly a large paw pulls the animals off of you. It was Ari and you notice Logan and Geralt standing behind him. Anger evident on their faces, you knew it was directed towards you for leaving and now nearly getting yourself killed. You struggle to your feet, stumbling into a pair of arms as all you can do is watch the wolves turn and strike Ari and Logan, fierce growls filling the cold air. The wolves were no match for the two, being torn off and flung as a ferocious howl escapes the Beasts, surprising the wolves before they flee into the night. 

Logan grunts while Ari stumbles, collapsing into the snow. Wounded. The brothers attention now focused on him, Geralt’s hold loosening and this could’ve been your chance to escape. But what did you have at home? And when you looked at the fallen Beast, you knew you couldn’t leave him. Even though he had his brothers. Logan and Geralt pull Ari up, arms wrapped around him as he leaned against them. He was not the fighter of the two and not even he knew why he didn’t let Geralt fight in his place. 

The Beasts barely spare you a glance, they began to walk away, expecting you to get on your horse and leave. But you didn’t move, with a heavy heart you watched them walk from you. Did your chance slip through your fingers? Philippe nudges you, looking at you with those big eyes and you sigh. He nudges you again, gesturing you to look and when you do, your mouth opens. The three Beasts had stopped, as if they were waiting for you and without a second thought. You grabbed your horse and raced toward them, offering your horse for Ari to rest on and to get to the castle faster so you could tend to his wounds. 

Back at the castle, you cleaned Ari’s wound. “Thank you… For saving my life even though you didn’t have to.” You whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I… I hope you can forgive me for running.” You look up from his wound to his face, not knowing the feeling he feels when you look at him like that. 

His paw covers your hand, “There’s nothing to forgive, Beauty. I’m the one who should apologise for scaring you.” You shake your head, his gaze gets distracted by the way your hair frames your face and how the light of the sunrise hits your skin, causing you to glow. “Do you think I’m okay enough to walk for a bit? I have something I want to show you.” 

Your brows furrow, looking between his wound and him. His face makes it hard for you to say no, but you also didn’t want him to hurt himself by moving too much. You look up again, being met with puppy dog eyes which makes it harder to resist when he’s not exactly human looking. “...Okay! Okay, but only for a little bit. I don’t want you hurting yourself and ruining all of my work.” You assist him as you help him up, allowing his arm to wrap around you. Which is quite difficult seeing as there is a massive height and size difference. Oh god, you begin to think what else is huge… How would you be able to possibly fit it inside of you? You shake your head, ridding yourself of those thoughts, hoping that the Beast wouldn’t catch on. 

Ari leads you through the halls before stopping upon two large doors. He leans forward, opening them and you both walk inside. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. “Oh my god!” You look around, a gasp escaping your lips. “This is so beautiful! I’ve never seen so many books in all my life!” 

Ari had smiled a real smile for the first time since he was a child. “Then it is yours.” You look at him in disbelief, you could’ve dropped to your knees right then and there. 

…

Okay, so you did. You fell right to your knees, not caring that they scraped against the carpet or that a squeak of desire left you as you finally gave into your desire. Ari stared wide-eyed down at you, his mouth wide open as shock filled him. He was not expecting that, if he had known all it would take was giving you their library, he would’ve done that from the beginning. “What… What are you doing?” 

Your eyes widen, finally reality hits. “Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry!” You go to stand, but his paw stops you, keeping you in place. You could feel your knickers dampen. Not the same ones, they had mysteriously gone missing when you went to shower before tending to Ari. But you were thankful to whoever laid out new clothes for you. 

“I didn’t say you had to get up. I just have never seen someone drop to their knees so fast.” He felt himself harden, his cursed body did come with an added bonus. He was now much larger than his human self, he wasn’t small before. But now it was monstrous. 

You watched with wide and lust filled eyes as his pants expanded, stretching to the point it looked as though the seams would break. “Can… Can I?” You gesture to his bulge, looking up at him with large, doe eyes. 

“Fuck.” He nods, growling. “Go ahead, Beauty.” His golden-yellow eyes stare down at you, canines digging into his bottom lip as you press your hand against the bulge, feeling it, squeezing it. Your hand is tiny compared to him, causing a whimper to slip from your lips and a growl from his. “You gonna play with it or suck it?” He growls, frustrated. You squeeze your thighs together, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. You let out a moan as his member springs free. Nearly slapping you in the face with how big it is. 

You lean forward hesitantly, kissing his weeping tip before bringing it into your mouth and sucking. Your eyes slip closed as you moan around it, it felt so perfect against your tongue. It was a struggle to get the whole tip in your mouth, right now you could only get a small bit in. But you were going to make this work, you didn’t know when another opportunity like this would present itself. Ari watched from above as you struggled to fit him inside, groaning at the sight. 

Your tongue flicked over the slit, collecting the pre-cum that leaks out. You let out a whimper as you slowly move further down his cock, taking more of him inside of your mouth. You can feel yourself dripping onto the floor with how wet you are. Ari’s paw slams down on a nearby bookshelf, his growls fill the room, echoing throughout the castle. You rest your hands on his furry thighs, gripping them as you force more of him in, mouth stretched as wide as it can, sucking him in. One hand moves to the rest you can’t fit in, no matter how much you try and force it to. You wrap it around the base, twisting and jerking while your head bobs up and down, tongue swirling and tracing his veins, causing more sounds to escape the Beast. 

You don’t notice the two brothers that hide in the shadows, watching you suck off their brother. They felt themselves become filled with hope and desire, knowing you were the one that would break their curse. Ari grips your head, holding you down as he cums down your throat, watching it overflow and drip from the sides of your mouth, trying to swallow everything desperately like the good girl you are. When he pulls his cock free from your mouth, all three Beasts take a sharp breath at how good you looked covered in cum, your eyes glazed over with a need to be fucked. 

After the events in the library, everything began to change. Throughout the month, you would find yourself suddenly pushed up against a wall, lips attached to any exposed flesh, hands beneath your dress or groping your breasts. You were so sexually frustrated, the Beasts would rile you up only to leave you wanting more. They would never let you cum, they weren’t even trying to get themselves off. You began to spend your time with them, always sitting on one of their laps, never straying far. If one found you reading or even just simply existing. You’d suddenly be under them, at some point you had cried, begging them to fuck you. 

That evening you were sitting on Geralt’s lap, your lip pulled between your teeth as he gently grinds you down on his bulge. Stopping whenever he felt you were too close. Logan lounged across from you, a cigar dangling carelessly between his smirking lips as his dark eyes watched you. Your gaze was pulled from Logan when Ari leant behind him on the chair. “Are you happy, Y/n–Belle?”

You hum, a bit dazed and distracted by the tingles zapping between your thighs. “Yes. I am very happy, I only wish I could see my father and know he made it home safe. I miss him very much.” 

Ari hummed in response, turning as if he’s searching for something. Geralt continues his torture on you, making your head fall back as you near your orgasm again, whining when he stops, taking it away. “There is a way.” You blink, trying to focus on what Ari is saying. He moves toward you, handing you a magic mirror. In it, you see your father being locked away as the town gathered around, lit torches in their hands as they chant about killing the Beasts and saving you. An unhappy look crosses your face as you see Gaston leading it. “If you need, you may go if you like.” The Beasts didn’t want you to leave. 

You shake your head, “There is no point. There is a group already heading this way, it would be stupid of me to leave now.” Stupid Gaston always ruining your peace. Why was the man so adamant on marrying you? You stand, “I am going outside for a bit of fresh air, is that okay?” You could not think straight when in the same room as them, it was like all common sense flew out the window and the only thing you wanted was for them to use you. 

Ari nods, Logan and Geralt scowl when they hear about people coming to their castle. Geralt had seen the look on your face when seeing that man appear in the mirror, a plan forms and he decides to share it with his brothers. Who wouldn’t love a live show?

Your coat flows around you as you exit the castle, cold air immediately hitting you. You wander over to the blooming rose bushes, gently brushing your fingers over the petals. A sudden squeal escapes you as someone grabs you, putting their arms around you and whispering into your ear. “Hello, MY Y/n–Belle. So far from home, why not come back, huh? Come back and I’ll forgive you, Y/n–Belle, come back and we can marry.” Gaston’s voice caused unwanted shivers to roll through you, his was not the voice you wanted to hear nor the arms you wanted around you. 

“I will never marry you! Why can’t you get that through your thick head?!” You struggle against his grip, teeth clenched as your words come out rough. “You have gone mad, Gaston!” 

Gaston grinned evilly, “Good thing I don’t care, Y/n–Belle. Once I have killed the Beasts, you will be MINE.” You watched as the villagers tore through the castle’s doors, the sound of shouts and a fight breaking out can be heard over the howling wind. “Come. You shall take me to the Beasts, so that I can rid of them and claim you as my own.” His grip on your arm is bruising, dragging you past everyone and up the stairs. You didn’t know why he had chosen this direction, the castle was huge, there was no way he’d be able to find them so quickly… Unless he had been watching, waiting. 

“Ah huh! The Beasts! You are not as terrifying as her lunatic of a father said you were!” He pulls you closer to him, three sets of growls ripple through the air as they watch your face become pained. “I shall kill you at last, so that I can claim Y/n–Belle as my own.” 

“There’s three of us and one of you. What makes you think you can take us?” Geralt growls, his eyes firmly set on Gaston’s. You shivered, you didn’t know whether it was from fear or horniness. You felt yourself throb and nodded to yourself, definitely the latter. “I suggest you let go of our HoneyBelle.” 

Gaston chuckles, pulling a gun from. Well you don’t exactly know where? It was definitely not in his hand or anywhere really when he grabbed you. “This. I am the best hunter there is. I shall have all three of your heads mounted on my wall by morning.” It was a wonder how his head never exploded from how big his ego was. It was almost as big as well… Your mind began to drift again and you had to shake your head to try and rid yourself of these thoughts, it wasn’t the time. 

The Beasts smirked, they had learnt to read your body well. Their Little one, Beauty and HoneyBelle was thinking inappropriately at an unfortunate time. You had come out of your daze in time to notice the designs on the wall come to life. Like a snake, the marble vines slithered across the floor and wrapped around Gaston’s leg. “What is this?!” He tries shaking his leg, letting go of you from the distraction. You squeak as arms pull you toward them, you look up to see Ari before he places you behind him. Gaston snarls, seeing you had gotten away. “You freaks! You think you can defeat me?! I AM THE GREAT GASTON!” He roared, but he was no match for a Beast's roar. 

Having shrunk into himself as Logan roared back, it allowed the vine to pull him into a room that was conveniently set up. It dragged him over to a chair placed in the middle of the room, the arms had strangely been taken off. Gaston was harshly placed down onto the chair, the vines wrapping around him and the seat, securing the angered hunter. “I will escape this foolishness and take Y/n–Belle as my own!” He struggles against the vines grip. 

The three Beasts stalk into the room, pulling you gently, but possessively along. Logan pulls you to stand in front of them, from Gaston’s perspective. You looked so tiny before them, you didn’t even look that tiny next to him and he was the tallest in the village. The Beasts towered over you, looking menacing to everyone but you. 

“You will see who she belongs to. Won’t he, Little one?” Your thighs press together, feeling yourself throb between them and you nod. “Take off your dress.” Your hands move shakily as you lift your dress over your head and gently toss it to your side, Gaston’s eyes widen as he finally gets to see what he’s been wishing for. Maybe the Beasts are going to let him have a taste before he kills them. He smirks at that thought, becoming cocky once more. Logan moves toward you, staring at the hunter as he grasps your breast, squeezing it before rubbing your hardened nipples. “You see this? See how she reacts to our touch?” He growls, everyone in the room watches as you whimper, eyes watering and thighs pressed tightly together. 

“Why don’t you go and lay on his lap, Little one.” He tells you, “On your stomach, no touching.” He glares at Gaston as he says the last part. Knowing in some way that the hunter would try and possibly slip through those vines like the slippery git he is. Logan’s paw hits your arse, pushing you forward with a slap. You squeal, timidly walking over to the bounded man, laying across his lap, the vines seem to welcome you instead of digging into you. 

You bite your lip as you watch the Beasts stalk forward, coming closer. You whimper as Ari kneels between your legs and Geralt stands above your head. Logan stands directly in the middle, staring down Gaston who greedily stares down at you, his mouth opens and everyone knows he’s about to say something, but a vine slithers up and covers it before he can speak. Wrapping itself around until he’s gagged and bound. 

“Such a pretty sight, Beauty. Are you ready to cum after all of this waiting? Hmm? We know we’ve been depriving you of it.” You moan at his words, not being able to respond or place your head down because you were too focused on the giant bulge in front of you. You throb at the sight, you could never get over how large they were. 

“It seems she can’t reply at the moment, Ari. Our girl is a bit dumbstruck.” Geralt tilts his head, looking at Gaston. “Whores, you understand right?” His golden-yellow eyes narrow as his gaze turns back to you. “Why don’t you take my cock out, HoneyBelle. Show this human what you prefer.” You whine, squirming in Gaston’s lap as you reach your hands out quickly, the Beasts chuckle at how desperate you are. 

You had only seen Ari’s cock, none of the other Beasts would give you the pleasure to see theirs. It felt like such a punishment when you could feel them, but you weren’t allowed to see. When you saw Ari’s you thought he was the biggest that you’ve ever seen, obviously you were wrong. Geralt seemed to at least be an inch longer, maybe more. Your eyes flickered over to Logan’s clothed cock, wondering if he was bigger than these two. 

Geralt moves your head back to him, your mouth falls open as he guides his member inside, forcing it in unlike Ari. Speaking of, the other Beast dives between your thighs, lapping up your arousal like a man starved. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense pleasure that shoots through you. Your moans vibrate around Geralt’s member, causing him to tilt his head back and let out a roar. He holds your head in place as he begins to thrust back and forth, fucking your mouth like it’s his own personal fleshlight. You drool from being used, allowing him to thrust in and out easier. 

Ari palms your arse and thighs, holding you close as he devours your sweet cunt. His tongue thrusts in and out of your glistening hole before switching to lick and suck your puffy clit, taking the little bead between his sharp canines. A giant grin appears on his face as your squeals can be heard around his brother’s cock, your squirms become frantic and your toes curl. He laps your sweet juices up, knowing he would never let you go after having tasted you. 

Gaston grunts, becoming disgusted with himself as he hardens at the sight, his growing bulge pushes against your stomach. Twitching as you continue to squirm against him. Logan’s glare sharpens as he notices. 

“Stop.” Everything ceases and you whine, tongue hanging out of your mouth, eyes crossed and cunt tingling as you wonder why the pleasure had been stopped. He waves his paw, gesturing for you to be pulled up. You squeal as Ari pulls you up, his large bulge presses into your back, quite close to your shoulders with how tall he was. “Are you getting off on our Little one?” The growl echoes throughout the room and goes straight to your cunt. 

Logan pulls you from Ari’s hold, holding your hip with one paw while the other pulls his pants down, releasing his thickened member. You feel it slap against your body and jolt, a gasp escaping you. You had a guess that he definitely was the biggest between the three. He grasps his throbbing member in his hold, stroking it as he directs his leaking tip against your sopping cunt. Logan holds eye contact with the defenseless hunter as he thrusts into you, stretching your walls wide. Your head falls back into his chest, no sounds escape your opened mouth as you are speechless. You swear you could see colours with how delicious the stretch felt, you had never felt so full before.

The Beasts and the hunter gulp as they see the bulge appear on your stomach, it slowly disappears as Logan pulls out slowly only to thrust back in. Your arms flail about as you try and find something to grip onto, your hands grab onto his biceps, arms and fur as he begins to pound into you. Growls fill the room as Logan picks up his brutal pace, slamming in and out of you like a wild animal. His grip on your hips tighten, canines bared as he lowers his head down to your exposed neck. 

“Logan!” His brother’s eyes widen as they go to stop him, but it’s too late. Logan latches onto your neck, sinking his canines into your flesh and growling as your warm blood seeps into his mouth. Your eyes roll back as your cunt clenched tightly around the Beast. Your back arches, nails digging into his flesh as you scream, cumming around him repeatedly. 

“Logan!” A different shout comes through. Not his brother’s, but yours. You cry his name as he continues to pull orgasms from your small body, fucking into you harder and faster until he pulls away from your neck and roars, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his thick, angry tip and coat your walls. Filling your tiny cunt to the brim, possibly even making its way into your stomach before it drips out, coating your thighs white. He suddenly feels weakened as he pulls out of you, he stumbles back and falls. Ari catches you as they stare at their brother wide-eyed.

“The curse! It must be the curse!” The brother’s exclaim, looking at each other before looking at you with wide grins. 

“Are you ready for more, Beauty?” You nod rapidly, already feeling desire take over as you think about these Beasts using you again. He pulls you over to the hunter, pressing you into the side of the chair, your breasts pushing into Gaston’s face, back arching as Ari grips onto you and you grip the chair tightly as he guides his throbbing member into your used cunt, his eyes roll back at the feel of how tight you are. “Fuck, Beauty. So perfect for us.” He leans forward, flattening his tongue against your wounded neck, licking up your blood before sinking his teeth in as he begins to pound into you, pushing you into the desperate man. Gaston is forced to suffer as your bare breasts press into him whilst you get fucked by another man. Ari towers over you, covering your whimpering form. His cock slides in and out of your fluttering hole with sharp thrusts, already feeling his end nearing. He slides his paw to your stomach, pressing on the bulge before continuing to travel down to your puffy clit and plays with it. 

You jerk, mouth falling open as your walls tighten around him and your juices flow out, coating him as you cum, your toes curl and your moans fill the room. Ari follows quickly behind, stuffing his cock deep inside of you as he lets go with a roar, filling you with his cum alongside his brother’s. You feel your stomach filling from a weird angle, as he slides out of you, you look down to see your stomach bulging a tiny bit. You whimper, your cunt pulsates as you move toward Geralt, looking up at him with wide eyes. Desperate to be filled again. Not noticing Ari slumping against the wall, his body draining. 

Geralt growls, gripping your throat between his clawed fingers. “You want more, HoneyBelle?” You nod, pouting. Your eyes glazed over. “What a slut you are.” He tuts, “I want to test something out first.” His golden-yellow eyes narrow as he slides his cock deep into your used cunt with one quick thrust. Watching your eyes roll back for possibly the twentieth time that night, he was surprised they hadn’t gotten stuck. He stills and you whine, clutching him, your hips move as you bounce yourself up and down his cock. His grip around your throat tightens. “I want you to watch, HoneyBelle.” You pout, looking at him before he turns your attention to poor defenseless Gaston. 

Your eyes widen as you watch the vines slowly remove themselves from his body, you clutch Geralt tightly as Gaston blinks, he slowly stands and with a vicious growl, he pulls out a dagger and launches himself towards the two of you. Your cunt tightens around the Beast and with wide eyes you watch as Geralt swipes his paw that isn’t gripping your throat, his claws dig deeply into the hunters throat, large slashes appear as Gaston’s body drops. His face permanently set in a shocked expression. You whimper, feeling yourself drip around Geralt’s member. 

You blink, looking innocently at his face as he smirks. “Just what I thought. You are a very nasty whore, HoneyBelle.” You clench around him, the paw that is marked with Gaston’s blood comes up and grips your face while the other moves down to hold onto your thighs. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. You don’t notice him moving you over to a wall, the vines from before slither over, wrapping around your wrists and ankles as they hold you open for all to see. Geralt grins, sliding his bloody paw down your body, leaving a trail of blood that mixes with your own. “I’m going to fuck you now, HoneyBelle. So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Hard.” With his last word, the Beast begins to pound into you, splitting you open.

You scream and moan, your nails digging into your palms. You can’t help but struggle against the vines, wanting, NEEDING, something to hold onto. Your head hits the wall as your half–lidded eyes watch Geralt ruin you, fucking you like the wild Beast he is. His golden-yellow eyes never leave yours. Not until he leans forward and digs his canines into the very same spot Logan and Ari did, reveling in the taste of your blood, the feel of it flowing into him, dripping down his chin. 

The feeling of his cock splitting you open and his canines ripping through your flesh cause your vision to go white as you cum, squirting all over the Beast. Your arousal coats him, dripping down his thick member. Geralt growls, slamming into you harder and faster, his head now out from your neck, eyes watching you before he buries himself inside of you. Cumming deep into you, his gaze flickers down and he watches as your stomach bulges a bit more from being filled by three different types of cum. He grins, slowly thrusting as he emptied himself inside of you before pulling out and falling to the ground like his brother’s.

The vines don’t pull away, you hang against the wall. Your eyes flutter as your mind is dazed. You swear you see gold swirling around the three Beasts bodies, causing your brows to furrow as you try and blink away the cloudiness. You were saddened that in place of your Beasts were normal human men… You broke their curse. 

The three brother’s groan, slowly dragging themselves up from the floor. Their eyes scan each other before looking down at themselves, seeing their human selves. “Finally. The curse has been broken and I am no longer bound as a Beast.” You whimper, causing their eyes to shoot toward you.

Ari moves over, hands skimming your soft body. “Hello, Beauty.” You frown. 

They were handsome, you weren’t blind. All three of them looked different to each other and their animal form. Ari with medium length brown hair and pretty blue eyes, a bushy beard covering some of his face. Logan with short dark brown hair that somehow had styled small horns on top and hardened blue eyes, a slight beard covering his face. Then there’s Geralt, different from the two with his long white hair and golden eyes, a five o’clock shadow rests on his face. You stared at the brothers. They were gorgeous for humans, somewhat god-like but deep down, you desired the Beasts within them. Somehow, it made them… More.  

Geralt smirks at his work. “I am not going to lie, I will miss being a Beast.” Logan grunts at his brother’s words. The vines finally unravel from your wrists and ankles, allowing Ari to catch you and carry you over to the bed. 

You would later learn that the men wouldn’t stay just men, the Beast still lived within, especially when they tasted your sweet blood before the curse was broken.

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[navybrat817]

Are any of the motocross guys into thigh riding?

Yes, nonnie! All of them are into thigh riding. Let's imagine just a little bit with our guys, shall we?

Banner by the talented @cafekitsune.

Steve - He rubs his hands up and down your sides and encourages you to move. He’s almost too handsome to look, but that deep timbre telling you to open your eyes is impossible to ignore. His expression is one of bliss as you move faster and your forehead touches his, a bit of affection mixed with the naughty act.

The perfect mix for the two of you.

Bucky - He lays back slightly with a smirk and watches as you go to town. You may narrow your eyes if he grabs your hips and tries to control your pace, but you love it when his fingers dig in and guide you. You also love it when he shoves his leg up so that the wet spot on his pants gets bigger. 

But what you love the most is how he tells you how beautiful and amazing you are before he kisses you.

Ari - He wants to stay close to you, so he keeps a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head so he can pull you in deep kisses. His voice is like gravel when he tells you how good you are, how pretty you are when you let go. He may rub his beard along your neck before his lips find yours again. 

Because he loves feeling those sweet sounds vibrate on his tongue.

Hal - Since you’re a bit on the shyer side, he’s happy to go at your pace. It’s slow, gentle, and he can’t help but moan when you tremble. He places a hand on your cheek so you can’t look away when he says how gorgeous you are. How you’re a goddess. That you’re the only one he sees.

Both of you figure out pretty quickly that his praise goes straight to your core.

Jake - Oh, this man can still hardly believe you’re his most days. So he lays back and can’t decide where to put his hands. Maybe your breasts since he loves the weight of them in his hands. No, your ass. He can grip it and help you grind on his thigh. Oh, maybe your hips. Your thighs? 

He touches you everywhere and you’re more than happy to let him.

Chris - He doesn’t like any space between the two of you and shifts so his chest is against yours. You gasp when brings his thigh up over and over as he brings your hips down. It’s filthy, like he’s actually fucking you, but he tenderly mouths along your jaw with words he longs to say out loud. 

And he holds you after like he’s going to lose you.

Curtis - He has to keep from smirking when you grip his shoulders and rock your hips. It’s not like he means to make it a challenge when he says you can’t get off on his thigh, but he likes riling you up. And he only buries his face in your chest since it’s right there and has nothing to do with that sweet perfume he claims he can’t stand. He may even bite down when you climax.

So you don’t forget that you’re his girl you came on his thigh.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[mossymandibles]

Seabird Griffins are apex predators of Tattered Wing Island, where Sylvaine lives. She had never known them to exist until she was taken to the estate. She was instantly enamored with them and would often watch them from afar when she was wheelchair bound. They were often the subject of experimentation done by the previous owner, many of the eggs stolen and incubated in his laboratories.

Nimbus Coleridge Asheweaver (yes, Sylvaine gave him a full name) is an Laysan Albatross griffin that she has raised since he was a chick. She found him in one of the said laboratories when the owner of the estate ‘passed’.

Nimbus is a stunted male, having no hand in competition with the other larger male griffins on the island. Sylvaine suspects this is from whatever the previous owner had done to him. Naturally, she had gotten attached to a wounded creature in need and decided to keep him from getting killed by natural selection. Being full grown now, he usually helps Sylvaine out by sometimes fetching interesting specimens for her.

For hunting, he’ll usually migrate farther up north of the island. He always returns to Sylvaine though. During nesting season the cliffs of the fjords can get dangerous with competing griffins, so Nimbus usually chooses to hang around the estate. Sylvaine finds this to be an annoyance at times, having a horny, territorial griffin roaming the premises can get dicey. If Kraw is visiting, he has to make himself scarce during this time.

[misscherry-26]

Beauty And The Beast - Ari Levinson

Pairing: Beast!Ari Levinson x Belle!reader

Warnings: SMUT! UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL SEX (F)

Author's note: Here is the long-awaited start of Fairytale Fantasy! I hope everyone likes and enjoy it as much as I did writing it (Hehehe) I tell you that the back pain I have from working on this is worth it hahaha. I'm a whore for Beast!Ari 🫣🥵

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Maybe you should have listened to your father. Maybe you should have stayed home and called the guards as he told you to do in case something happened to him. But of course, you had to be stubborn and go looking for your father by yourself. Deep down you know why. Because everyone in town doesn't think you're capable. They believe that you are a simple, innocent young woman who does not pay attention to her surroundings and who plunges into the world of fantasy. But that world is so beautiful. Not only reading but writing as well. Your little notebook next to your writing machine keeps stories that have made you lose your innocence for a long time.

If only people knew what you do at night when you finish writing them. The times that your hands have traveled from your chest to your femininity, releasing that pleasure that reading them generates. And it all comes from your mind. Your precious mind.

But that's a secret that the rest of the town doesn't know. Nor will it know. Oh, the scandal they would make! they would kick you out of town, they would try to...

But if they only knew that it started with a dream. A very realistic dream that woke you up in the middle of the night with your underwear stained with a fine creamy liquid.

For in the dream, you were the victim of a beast, an abominable, male, beast.

You remember it as if it had happened in reality. You ran through the forest, your clothes were torn little by little as you collided with the branches of the dry trees. you hide behind a tree enough to cover your body. You closed your eyes. Your heart gave millions of beats per second. And then, as if your body felt it. He was standing in front of you. And you, even with your eyes closed, felt how his great and bestial hand caressed your body...

A strange noise makes you wake up from your thoughts. It's night, and you're still alone walking through the woods looking for your father.

You just hope he's okay.

In the distance, a large object, which is illuminated by the moon, becomes visible before you. Your eyes widen in shock. It's your father's carriage.

You quickly approach and desperate you begin to shout:

“Father? Father are you there!?".

But there is no answer. The carriage is wrecked. On the right side, there are some fine lines marked. As if someone or something had scratched it. Suddenly, a large shadow passes in front of you, alerting all your senses in less than a thousandth of a second. You, desperate and scared, start running, going back the way you came from. Or so you think because it's too dark for you to notice. The great shadow seems to haunt you. Your whole body feels it.

Not daring to look back, you continue and continue running until just a few meters away, a large tree appears in your visual field, and without thinking, you sneak behind it and close your eyes. If there is someone chasing you, they will surely lose sight of you. But how wrong you are... A great shadow rises in front of you, and without daring to open your eyes, you start running again, only, having your eyes closed, you are not aware that there is a stone, and before you could react, your body falls to the ground and everything turns black.

"My sweet daughter, please wake up." You feel a voice from far away.

Slowly, you start to open your eyes as the voice becomes clearer. In front of you is your father, who carries big dark circles under his eyes. You get up without hesitating and hug him.

"Dad! You are alive! Oh, thank you! You are okay," you take a look at his form. His clothes are dirty, and torn, as if someone had scratched him "Wha-what happened? Who hurt you?" you ask, concerned.

"You don't worry about that hun, why did you come here alone? I told you to call the gua-"

A loud throat clearing interrupts your father, who quickly takes you by the arms and runs you, staying behind him.

"She didn't do anything, don't kill her." He says scared of the big shadow hiding in the dark.

“Shut up!” The big shadow now stands in front of your father, and you can't believe it.

He is the one from your dream—the beast.

You do not let out a single word, nor sigh, but how your body is shaking at his presence, clearly shows how scared you are of him. But is it fear that you feel?

"Stupid man, don't you see why you are here?" The big beast lets out a smirk, "You were just bait. A bait to attract what I really want." his penetrating gaze travels quickly to you.

Your father seems to realize that because the way he slowly puts you behind him shows it.

"You won't lay a hand on her, Never!" He spat the last word harshly.

"Then I'm afraid I will have to kill you." The big arms of the beast try to junk away your father from you, but you instinctively stand in front of him. Stopping what he is about to do.

"No! Please wait!” you put your hand up as if that could serve as a shield from preventing the beast to take another step. “Don't kill him, please! I-I'll go with you, just-just don't kill him"

Your father tries to talk to you but you stop him giving him a quick look, silent telling him not to do anything.

“I'll stay on one condition,” you take a deep breath, “Let him go. Alive.” You lower your head as you say it. The penetrating gaze of the beast provokes something in you that you still can't figure out what, or why...

You do this for your father. You do this for your father, you repeat yourself mentally.

The great sigh of relief you breathed when the beast strangely agreed to let your father go.

And even though you would have liked to have hugged him goodbye, you should have been content to see him dragged away from you, outside the castle, while you watched from the castle gate.

Apparently, the beast owns this old and great castle...

And now you find yourself in this great room, standing in front of a great bed, and on top of it, a small box embroidered with your name.

How was he able to know my name?

Doubtful, you open the box, and in it, there is a large note that read: put it on. And without waiting any longer, you stir the box to see what was inside. Your eyes can't believe what they are seeing.

A light knock at the bedroom door makes you jump a little. A slight forward is emitted from your lips.

The instructions were clear. Behind the note that was inside the box there were also two clear indications:

1. Sit in the chair in front of the window.

2. Blindfold.

And this is how you are now, as you listen to the door open.

"Hello?" you ask. Although it is a stupid question because you already know who he is. Him.

Obviously, you don't get an answer, but you do feel how close he is to you.

“You look beautiful,” He says. “Like in my dream.”

"What dream?” your words seem to tremble at the confession. "Have you also dreamed of me?"

You try to get up so you can look at his face, silly of you, because you forgot you were wearing the blindfold. But the fall to the ground never arrives. Large arms support you, preventing the fall.

"Calm down, calm down." the voice comforts you. "Don't tremble, I won't hurt you." The beast's voice emanates sincerity.

His arms lift you up, you emitting a small moan at the action, as they take you to the bed, where you are gently deposited on top of it and immediately afterward the blindfold that covers your eyes is untied. And after so long, you can see him up close.

He is sitting across from you, his eyes seeming tiny before his large features. But nevertheless, that seems to turn you on.

The beast's eyes don't seem to waste time, as they cover your body from top to bottom, with admiration but also with lust. Instinctively your hands try to do what they can to cover your body.

The beast denies and, gently, its hands are positioned on top of yours, detaching them from your body.

"I won't hurt you."

"How can I be sure of that? You kid-kidnapped my father!” You exclaim ignoring his gaze.

"I wasn't going to hurt him, I didn't mean to" The beast sighs. "Everything was for you to come."

Her words confuse you. "What?”

"I saw you in my dreams. You helped me heal."

Your eyebrows knit together, "Heal?"

The beast nods. "To become human again...My name is Ari and I...I have been the prince of this castle for as long as I can remember..." He pauses before continuing. Telling this seems to affect him. "But my greed and ego made a mistake and cursed me, turned me into this!" he says getting up angrily, turning his back on you. And after a few seconds, he seems to give up, “Help me, please…”

You get up and slowly walk towards him. Your delicate hand rests on his shoulder, motioning for him to turn around. And it's what he does. Both are face to face, his eyes connected with yours. The hand that was on his shoulder now rests on his large, bare chest. You nod, giving him to understand that you are going to help him. “Just tell me what to do…” you whisper.

The beast—Ari, with his hands, enclose your face between them and bring you closer to his lips. You stand on your toes quickly since he is much taller and bigger. Your eyes close when you feel the touch of his lips with yours. His tongue quickly asks for passage, something that becomes messy, because no one had ever kissed you, much less done that with you. You were only able to write it thanks to your imagination but, god... this is so much better.

Quickly you both move until you collapse on the bed, he remains on top of you, holding on with one hand to avoid crushing you while the other remains on your cheek. After a few minutes, Ari separates his lips from yours, a fine line of saliva peeling off both of them, cutting in the middle of the separation. His hands now run and caress your body.

"It's perfect for you. Beautiful.” he says referring to what you are wearing. A fine yellow lingerie set covers your beloved body, highlighting your qualities. And it's not like you were going to tell him, maybe not yet, but when you saw yourself in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence. Well, if there was something that the beast had, it was good taste.

You let out a thin chuckle, your eyes traveling over his bare chest. He was only wearing big pants.

One of the beast's hands is positioned above your femininity. A small wet patch is present on this one. He smiles when he feels it and begins to put a little pressure on that area. Your giggle quickly turns into a moan. A wave of electricity warms up your body in no time. Everything in you asks for more of his touch. Your pelvis rises a bit, signaling him not to stop.

This time it is you who decides to take control of him, joining your lips with his again, intertwining your hands behind his great neck, drawing him closer to you. With his big hand, Ari breaks the fine cloth that covers your precious femininity, and without warning his mouth travels there, fiercely devouring your pussy. The sensation you feel generated by his beard between your feminine lips is incredible. A finger enters your inner walls without difficulty because of how lubricated you are there still, you shuddered in pain, and Ari realizes and lubricates the area even more, murmuring meanwhile to you to be calm and that it's only temporary.

Ari was right. You lost count of how much time has passed, but Ari has been so patient with you, it's amazing to think that this man, who turned into a beast, would take the time to make you feel comfortable, to prepare your femininity.

And now you are ready. Everything in you feels it.

You told Ari how you wanted to do it, and he didn't object.

Sitting on top of him, your hands on your chest, and with all his cock inside you, you move up and down. The sound of both skins colliding, the moans, the scent of sex in the room, everything fits perfectly.

Ari quickly grabs you by the waist to take control, further speeding up his penetrations.

Your moans are getting shorter from all the pleasure you are feeling, and you no longer know where that strength comes from to emit them. This is better than your nights alone. A hundred times better.

For Ari to enter you like this, for him to have been so gentle, is a combination of pleasure that cannot be described.

A knot seems to form in your stomach. Ari notices because he feels how your insides contract, making his member tighten a little, turning him on even more.

Ari takes your body and lays it on his chest, your face is hidden between his neck and shoulder.

You both move haphazardly. You looking for your climax and him for his. But at the same time, both are going to come to the same thing. Your grip on his arms intensifies more. Ari hides his head on your shoulder sucking on a bit of skin until… The ferocious moan they both let out is inhuman. Both reached the climax.

The great jet of hot liquid that you feel inside you tempers your interior. You let out a big sigh. Fine drops of perspiration fall from their bodies.

You are the first to get up from his chest, without removing his member from yours, when you feel how Ari's body changes.

In front of you is no longer that great and enormous beast, but rather a man. And even though he's still so much bigger than you, Ari looks more human. His face is no longer full of hair. But rather only one fraction of it is adorned with a beard.

You and Ari smile. He hugs you and doesn't move away from you, but rather he stays inside and strokes your hair, whispering to you:

“Thank you…”

THE END.

[swoofa]

the advisors

[allamericanfinalgirl]

DID YOU TAKE MY LOVE AWAY FROM ME?

(𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀)

(TW Sexual Harassment and Assault, Drugging, Violence, Heavy Smut)

18+ MINORS DNI

(Word Count; 9k)

-

“Returning a favor?” Ari tilted her head to the side, examining Bobby a bit more thoroughly this time.

If she squinted hard enough in the light of the alley, Ari could make out tiny cuts on Bobby’s face hidden by his curls and shadows of bruises underneath his sunken, dark eyes.

“Sounds like serious business, Bobby,” Ari whispered conspiratorially, bumping his broad shoulder with her narrow one.

Ari could tell under the cool facade he was giving her that something had upset Bobby, from how he had left the restaurant in such a hurry and how Bobby had been trembling when Ari found him.

“You should get back inside.” Kid didn’t want to involve Ari in his mess; he had already let her in too close. “I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”

Ari’s glossed lips frowned, but she nodded resolutely. Bobby’s long shadow covered her as he rose to his feet.

Primly holding her gold-ring-covered hand out like a princess, Kid felt his ribs tickle when he laughed softly and closed his large hand around her small one.

Kid gently tugged Ari to her feet, so she stood chest-to-chest with him. “If you ever change your mind,” He looked down at their intertwined hands to see that Ari had left her business card pressed into his palm. “I’m only one call away.”

“Goodnight, Bobby.” Ari gave him a flutter of her fingers as she stepped back inside the restaurant, pausing and looking back over the shoulder of her pink minidress. “You know, you still don’t look like a ‘Bobby’ to me.”

And with that, she was gone.

Kid closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of Ari’s vanilla perfume when she left. His dark eyes snapped open in the alley, and he reminded himself why he was there.

Looking down at the cream-colored business card and swooping, sloping pink cursive letters that read, ‘Ari Arya, Mumbai in the Morning,’ Kid allowed himself a small smile before returning to being ‘Bobby.’

“Hey.” Ari glanced up at the sound of a woman’s voice on the walk back to the dining area of Kings. “You.” Leaning against the wall in an emerald green dress with a cigarette between her fingers, Sita watched Ari intently.

“You need to stop coming here.” Sita pushed off the wall and seized Ari’s wrist, twisting it over to reveal the recording device secured tightly in her fist.

“One day. They aren’t going to let you leave.” She tilted her head towards the kitchen window, where Bobby could be seen washing dishes. “He won’t be able to save you.”

“Who’s going to save you?” Ari shook her head, her voice low. “No one deserves to be treated the way you are.” She furiously whispered back, brows furrowed and dark eyes narrowed. “Someone needs to do the right thing, and I’m done waiting for that to happen.”

Sita sighed and released Ari’s wrist. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She shook her head disappointedly and put out her cigarette. “You seem like a nice woman; don’t let this place and these men take it from you.”

Ari looked Sita in the eye, hoping she couldn’t see her tremble. “I won’t.”

-

“Ari.” The blonde looked up at the sound of her name to see her boss leaning in the doorway of the break room, blocking the rest of the station from her view. “You’ve been assigned to interview Baba Shakti in his home.”

The way her boss delivered this news made it clear he was not pleased by it. “I will be honest; we recommended other candidates before you, but he formally requested Ari Arya from Mumbai in the morning.”

‘Why is that such a bad thing?’ Ari thought, but she plastered on a grateful, kind smile while sliding the notes with ‘Baboon Boy’ scribbled with pink gel pen hearts in the margins underneath her keyboard. “I’m honored. I will get my supplies together and meet him.” She fought the urge to stick her tongue out at her boss's back when he turned to leave.

“Baba Shakti?” Ari said out loud to herself, confused as well as to what he, a guru, would want with her, a morning news anchor.

‘Bobby should know about this.’ Ari breathed shakily and rubbed her face in her hands as she gathered her notepads and pencils, suspicious of everyone she had passed on her walk to her car.

Between her assault that night in Yatana and the interview, Ari was completely on edge and trying to not let her late nights at King’s and her midnight rendezvous with The Beast bleed into one another.

Watching Mumbai below her as Ari rose in a glass elevator to Baba Shakti’s home, a grand and elegant place that contrasted his meek and humble persona.

Ari felt a curl of disgust when she caught the spiritual elder licking his lips and staring at the opening of her blouse. “Where would you like to begin?” She felt the cold, hard stare of the police chief standing guard behind her as she conducted her interview.

“Let me see these.” Ari jumped when Chief Rana Singh snatched the questions from her lap. She recognized his presence going up in King’s VIP room above her, where Ari could only imagine the unsightly things that took place up there.

After an uncomfortable half-hour of stiff interviews, Ari hurried to pack her things and leave the apartment.

An awful feeling followed her until she was free, outside in the fresh air and sunshine. ‘I need to tell someone about this.’ Weighing the pros and cons of going to Bobby or The Beast.

Chief Rana watched Ari Arya leave the building and turned to Baba Shakti. “She will be trouble.”

Baba Shakti’s eyes slid to Chief Rana’s with a plain expression. “Put a stop to Ari Arya.” One small ember could burn everything he built down, and he did not intend to let her go.

-

Sita did not like being proven right. And yet she was, anticipating Queenie’s reaction to a bad transaction with a client.

Or Ari Arya digging too deep into Kings.

Sita watched Police Chief Rana Singh sprinkle white powder on a tray of champagne glasses that Sita watched Bobby deliver to Ari’s table.

Sita watched as Bobby left the restaurant. Ari’s head lolled as she followed his quickly moving figure, removing herself from the grip her boss had on her thigh and following after.

Ari didn’t know it, but she had almost fallen into a wall when Sita risked reaching out to seize Ari’s shoulders and walk her to the back door, leaving her under Bobby’s care.

The alley door swung open wide, slamming against the brick wall as high heels clicked loudly on the pavement.

Dark eyes locked on a familiar silhouette crouched in the corner, holding the little yellow dog’s face in his hands and quietly murmuring to her.

“Bobby!” Ari shouted jovially, tripping off the kitchen stoop and throwing her arms around his neck. She reeked of sweet alcohol, which seemed out of character for Ari, who barely finished the champagne the men around her table would insist she try.

“What’s wrong?” Ari slurred, her brows scrunching cutely as she ran her index finger down Bobby’s bruised cheek.

“Are you crying?" She placed a hand on his chest, directly over the bruise from the hit he had taken for her only a couple of hours ago.

Kid gave a panicked look to a group of women in gorgeous dresses, diamonds dripping from their necklines, filing in through the back door of Kings.

“Help me.” Kid whispered to Sita, who could only pretend she didn’t hear. She had done her part for Ari, and Bobby had to take it from there.

Kid didn’t like how Ari’s eyes swam, gently cupping her chin and trying to force her to look at him. “Ari? Did you take something?”

“I think,” Ari hiccuped, swaying in Kid’s arms. “Someone put something in my drink.” She giggled and shook her head, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

“That rhymed.”

Kid’s blood ran cold, holding Ari tighter as if he were afraid someone would take her away from him.

“Hold onto me.” He bent down and looped her arm over his shoulders, lifting Ari into his arms.

“Alphonso!” Kid hissed, holding a loopy Ari in his arms. “Someone put something in her drink. She needs a hospital." He fought the urge to flip over the tray of white powder that Alphonso was preoccupied with. “Come on, man!”

Alphonso raised his hands placatingly, walking with Kid and Ari to the parking garage and ushering the young woman inside his vehicle. “We both can’t go. I will let you know how she is tomorrow night.”

Kid trusted Alphonso, but he didn’t want Ari to be alone. “I’ll keep your girlfriend safe; don’t worry.” Alphonso sped off in his car quicker than Kid would have preferred, but on her way to the hospital nonetheless.

“Fuck!” Kid slammed his fist into a nearby concrete pillar. He was the one serving drinks that night. How hadn’t he noticed someone spiking Ari’s glass?

After that night, Kid did not count this as stalking, but he began to ensure Ari made it home safely from King’s every night.

Pink light emanated from Ari’s apartment windows. He watched from the sidewalk below, hearing the sound of music reverberating through the windows as Ari’s silhouette traveled around the apartment.

Looking around at the young couples walking on sidewalks, Kid envied every man around him, wishing he could switch places with any one of them if it meant being a normal man.

A car passed by, casting a light off of the store windows, illuminating Kid’s reflection and highlighting the bruise covering his cheek and his swollen bottom lip.

It reminded him that he could not linger on these thoughts, as it would only remind him of the things he was not allowed to have.

-

When Kid finished a round of fights one evening, he noticed that goddamn plum hoodie that stuck out like a sore thumb in the streets.

He truly did not expect Ari to return to Tiger’s Temple. Not that he would have blamed her, but given what had transpired last time, he wouldn’t have come back underground either.

“Hi!” Ari whisper-shouted with her hood pulled up over her blonde hair, holding up a stack of sandwiches wrapped in lavender wax paper. “I made these for you!”

Kid’s stomach grumbling echoed in the alley, and Ari made a mental note to bring more food next time as The Beast devoured the stack of sandwiches she brought in the blink of an eye.

“Thank you. You don’t have to bring me food.” He didn’t mean that; it felt nice to have a homemade meal, but Kid didn’t want to allow himself to get closer to Ari than they had already become.

But there Ari was, night after night, with a tote bag filled with food and water.

Sometimes, Kid would be so weakened and beaten down from a fight that he would allow Ari to loop his arm over her narrow shoulders and walk him back to the fire escape he squatted in.

“I don’t mind!” Ari shared a fruit bowl with The Beast that she had brought for herself. “It gets lonely cooking for one, so I always make extra for my friends.”

‘Friends?’ Kid munched on a grape while giving Ari a once-over. She did not come off as the type who had illegal fighters as her ‘friends.’ “It’s hard to imagine you getting lonely.” He replied while Ari nibbled on a mango spear.

“Work keeps me busy.” Ari went quiet for a moment.

“I would like to think I’m doing something meaningful. That reminds me.” She searched inside her purse and held up her recording device. “Baba Shakti asked to meet with me.”

Kid’s blood ran cold. Chief Rana was Baba Shakti’s right-hand man. What if they had connected Ari to ‘Bobby?’

“Play it.” The Beast gripped Ari’s hands tightly in his bandaged ones. “Please.” He begged, relieved when Ari pressed play without hesitation.

Ari didn’t hold back, questioning the guru about his movement, taking over sections of occupied land, and vacating its people.

“Such serious questions for a sweet girl.” Baba Shakti tutted. “You be careful.” He said this at the end of the interview, dodging every question Ari had thrown at him.

“Sounds like a warning.” The Beast looked beside himself, getting up and pacing the alley. “And he didn’t say anything else?”

Ari disappointedly shook her head and said, "No. Chief Rana was in a hurry to escort me from the building; he was not very pleased by my questions either.”

The burst of energy left The Beast sitting back down and picking up a sandwich to take a large bite, deep in thought as to what this all meant.

“What do you want out of life?” Ari suddenly asked. “What do you mean?” The Beast replied, rubbing his chest to soothe a bruise.

The Beast never revealed his eyes to Ari, a frustrating detail in the whole process, but she respected his anonymity regardless.

If Ari connected that The Beast and Bobby were the same man, Kid didn’t know what trouble it would spell for them both.

“Live. Get by every day.”

Ari felt ignorant for framing the question that way.

“I can’t imagine you want to fight for the rest of your life. If you had the means to do something else in life, what would you do?”

The Monkey Man didn’t get to think that thought through much longer before a knife sank into a wooden beam, inches from his face.

-

Ari and Kid pulled away from each other in shock, scrambling to their feet.

The man who attempted to assault Ari on the night Kid met her was back.

‘He has to be from Tiger’s Temple.’ He thought, realizing he was most likely a regular from Tiger’s Temple who lingered to follow the ring girls to their homes.

Ari reached back and closed her hand on a broken piece of brick, unsure what she was going to do with it exactly, but she did not intend to cower in a corner this time.

Raising his bandaged fists, Kid stepped in front of Ari, flicking his fingers as if beckoning the man forward.

When the man lunged at The Beast, Ari reflexively threw the chunk of brick, which smashed her stalker square in the face.

Screaming in pain and clutching his nose, he grabbed the back of Ari’s ponytail when she turned to run and pulled her hair- Hard.

Kid seized the back of the man’s shirt and hauled him up against the wall of a building, snarling in his face through the monkey mask.

Dark eyes unfocused; Kid’s knuckles were white as he kept the man down with a fist gripping the front of a blood-stained shirt.

Something snapped inside Kid.

Kid didn’t realize it at the time when he lost his beloved mother, but something fundamental inside him had shifted.

His dynamic with the world was never the same again when Chief Rana assaulted and immolated his mother, still alive and crying out for her son even in her last moments.

The rage was deep-seated.

They’d hurt him and made him weak, and Kid hated the world for it.

Rage kept building and building inside him. Kid let out a frustrated scream as he swung out, losing patience and wanting to look at the man’s face smeared across the brick wall.

Kid hadn't realized that, with every self-loathing thought, as he brought back his arm and landed another blow to the face underneath him, he didn’t know that the fight was over.

He didn’t notice the red smeared on his cut and bruised knuckles; he didn’t hear his stage name over his grunts of pain.

“Stop-!” It was clear the man was incapacitated. Ari was afraid The Beast was going to kill this man. “It’s over now!” She grabbed his shoulder, and without thinking, Kid shoved Ari off.

Ari cried out when her shoulder connected with the pavement, scrambling back in shock as she stared up at The Beast.

In the blackout of his rage, Kid recalled pulling back. Ari’s stalker crouched in the corner of the alley with his arm broken. Both Ari and the stalker stared at Kid like he was a monster.

“Stay away from her!” Kid shouted after the stalker, allowing him to retreat down the alley and out of view. “Don’t fucking come back here!”

‘He shoved me.’ Ari rubbed her bruised shoulder, and her bottom lip began to tremble. Her large brown eyes were filled with tears.

“Is this what we are now?” The Beast lifted his mask to spit blood on the ground, and Ari saw the white enamel of a chipped tooth skip across the pavement. “I have to keep saving you?”

“Don’t yell at me!” Angry tears streamed down her pink, round cheeks as she snapped back. “I didn’t know that was going to happen! I never asked you to save me!”

It echoed in the alley, with Ari staring at the beast through the eyes of his mask: “I am so tired of being treated like a second-class citizen! I’m so tired of every woman I know being afraid to go out at night, get assaulted in an alley, or have your drink drugged-!

Ari clapped a hand over her mouth, choking back a sob as she turned her back on The Beast and hugged herself, humiliated.

Kid stared at her in silence, her admission echoing in the alley.

“I’m not afraid of you. How can’t you understand that?” Ari sniffled, hugging herself and staring at the night sky.

“I’m afraid of people like Baba Shakti and Chief Rana. But I don’t want to be.” She shook her head tearfully.

“I’m so tired of being afraid.”

Then Ari did something Kid didn’t anticipate: She held her arms out for a hug.

His brain screamed ‘Don’t.’ and yet, slowly, wincing in pain, Kid closed his arms around Ari’s trembling frame.

Ari dared to reach out to touch the side of his mask, and The Beast jerked his head back.

“What are you doing?” His voice was incredulous through the mask.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” Kid gently shook her shoulders, confused as to what was happening to him.

“Why-?” He bowed his head, shaking like a child. “Why are you wasting your time on me? I’m a monster.”

Kid had never felt more ugly. All Ari wanted was to help people, even if it wasn’t in the same way he did, and here he was, screaming at her.

“I’m sorry I shoved you.” The Beast lifted his head, and Ari could see his dark eyes shining through the eyes of his mask. “You need to stay away from me; I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You listen to me.” Ari resolutely shook her head and hooked a finger underneath his chin, tilting his head up from its bowed position.

“You are not a waste of time. You are not a monster.”

The demand in Ari’s tone is what Kid fantasized about while sitting in his fire escape, spritzing her fancy vanilla perfume in the air before uncapping her lip gloss.

He would run the wand along his cock, coating his fingers in the gloss, and fuck his fist to the magazine cover of Ari that Kid kept hidden under the mattress.

With his chest rising and falling from the fight, Kid willed his brain to calm down before Ari could see how excited he was.

Shifting onto her tiptoes and lifting the bottom of his mask, Ari closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, quickly pecking The Beast on the mouth.

Ari tasted mangoes and blood when they kissed. She placed her tiny hands on his scarred and bruised chest.

The Beast hummed like a cornered animal and enveloped her in his bruised and battered arms, his mouth on her neck, his hands roughly caressing her waist and moving down her thighs.

“I’m sorry.” Kid pulled back and firmly cupped the side of Ari’s neck with his bloodied hand. “I’m so sorry, Ari.” He looked down, ashamed.

“I would never, ever hurt you on purpose.” Kid knew how dangerous it was to make promises in their situation. “I can’t promise you won’t see how ugly I am from all of this.”

Ari closed her eyes and lifted The Beast’s mask to kiss him again, closing her fingers in his matted and greasy hair. “You are the furthest thing from ugly; do you understand me?”

Ari wanted to take off that stupid mask and kiss his face. “I accept your apology,” she whispered against his bruised jawline.

Ari had chosen to trust The Beast. There was something about the way he held himself; he knew more than he was letting on.

“I think we should call it a night.” She suddenly felt very tired, with her shoulders drooping and her body heavy.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kid gently stroked Ari’s dirty cheek with the back of his hand. “I can’t promise I will be inconspicuous, but I can walk you home.”

Ari paused, considering this. It would be nice if he knew where she lived. Holding her hand out, Ari linked her fingers through The Beast's, and they began to walk down the backstreets to Ari’s apartment complex.

Resting an arm against her fire escape, The Beast’s long, lean body hung over Ari’s small frame.

“I’m sorry about this.” He lifted his mask to kiss Ari’s bruised shoulder.

“You should be.” Ari mock pouted while dabbing disinfectant on The Beast’s cuts. But he could tell she had forgiven him, making him take a tote bag filled with medical supplies, food, and water with him when he left.

“Oh,” Ari paused and glanced over her shoulder with a bemused expression when The Beast began to climb down her fire escape. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you took my perfume and lip gloss.” Her pink lips curled into a grin. “It’s okay. You owe me, though.”

“I saved your life!” The Beast laughed tiredly through his mask and rubbed his jawline.

“That can’t replace my Tom Ford!” She called after him as he disappeared into the night. “Goodnight!”

There was a moment of silence, and then Ari heard the faintest, barely there whisper from the shadows.

“Goodnight!” Kid watched Ari blow a kiss into the alley, hoping she knew he had caught it from below.

-

After the night Ari had been drugged, she had not returned to Kings’ for a few nights. The news said she had been out sick for the week.

Alphonso had gotten Ari to the hospital; it had been a case of a spiked drink, but they could not trace the incident back to Kings’.

Ari found herself thankful for The Beast, for saving her in Yatana, and for Bobby.

Alphonso had told her what Bobby had done, carrying her to the parking garage and ensuring she made it to the hospital.

Visiting Bobby meant going back to the Kings, which didn’t thrill Ari. Neither did going back to Tiger’s Temple.

Taking a break in an alley, Kid was pleasantly surprised at the sight before him.

Ari was in a pink minidress that looked as if flowers were growing out of her skirt, her brown skin glowing underneath the streetlights.

“Hello.” She nervously wrung her hands together, the tiny yellow dog at her feet, licking at her ankles.

“How are you feeling?” Kid leaned back against the brick wall, afraid to get too close. He noticed the bruise on her shoulder from her encounter with the beast.

Ari’s mouth quirked into a pained frown, hugging herself tightly as she willed away tears by looking at the city lights above them.

“The doctor says I’m lucky you found me when you did.” Ari gave him a grateful smile and shrugged. “What I can’t understand is: Why?”

Bobby was hiding something. Ari wasn’t even convinced that was his real name, what his intentions truly were at Kings’, or why he had chosen to align himself with her.

“I don’t believe for a second that you’re here just to clean floors, Bobby.”

But in true pesky journalistic fashion, Ari would make Bobby her little project; she wanted to scratch the surface of him, crack his brain open into her lap, and read its contents.

Kid tried to be nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, ‘What was I supposed to do?’

“I couldn’t leave you like that. You’re-“ ‘You’re too important.’ That was what he meant to say, but he stopped himself short. Ari tilted her head to the side in confusion when Bobby caught himself, biting his lip and shaking his head.

“I’m sorry you aren’t protected.” Kid finished before he said something that he regretted.

“That would be nice.” Ari was starting to feel as if this would never happen, but the thought was a pleasant one. “Bobby. I know how complicated things are for you, but I need you.”

Bobby closed his eyes as if hearing it pained him. “I need you to help me. If you want any of us to be protected,” She walked up to Bobby and put her hands on his chest. “I need you to speak for the people who do not have a voice. Who have had their voices taken away?“

Ari’s voice rose to a shout, clutching the fabric of Bobby’s vest in her hands. “Please, please, please,” she begged, resting her forehead against his chest, her blush staining his dress shirt. “You’re the only person I can trust now.”

An image of The Beast lifted in Ari’s mind, but Bobby didn’t know about him yet. “Listen,” Bobby dropped his head low so his mouth pressed against the side of Ari’s face. “I’m going to give you an address.”

Ari pulled away with a gasp, her face shiny with tears. “What?” She was silenced by his index finger pressed against her lips.

“Meet me at midnight.”

Sita, despite her cold, hard outer exterior, was silently rooting for Bobby and Ari, watching them huddle together in the alley with that damn little yellow dog.

“Don’t let her get hurt,” Sita had told Bobby after Ari returned to the club, lighting her cigarette in the shadow of the kitchen doors. “I mean it, Bobby.”

Raising a dark brow, Kid laughed incredulously; maybe Sita did have a heart after all. “Yes, Aunty.” He danced out of the way when Sita stabbed her cigarette out and chased after him, swatting his arm.

-

Ari stood at a street corner bodega, picking at the flaky layers of a roti she had bought while waiting for Bobby. She turned at the sound of a long and low whistle, relief flooding her features. “You came!”

Bobby gestured for Ari to follow after him, climbing the concrete steps of an apartment complex and entering Bobby’s place of residence. “Is it okay if we jump right into the questions I have for you?”

Bobby shrugged his broad shoulders and nodded, sliding to the floor with his back against a worn yellow couch.

Earlier, Kid had stood in his bathroom mirror, scrubbing any evidence of black kajal from underneath his waterline with a pack of makeup wipes and showering off the white chalk that coated his arms.

Hopefully, Ari didn’t notice.

Ari joined him on the floor with her side pressed against Bobby’s.

“Mhm.” He sighed long and low, stretching his arms behind his head and flexing his strained muscles, linking his hands behind his head, and relaxing into the couch cushions.

“Did you grow up here, in the city?” Ari felt Bobby’s unkempt curls tickle her face; he was nervous, and she didn’t want to cross a boundary or scare him away.

“No. I was born in a village. I came here as a child.”

Kid wanted to be as vague as possible; getting trafficked with the remaining children in his village to Yatana was not a memory he revisited often.

“Not a very stable upbringing.” He cleared his throat and scratched his jawline. ‘This is a bad idea.’

“What about you?” Every instinct in Kid’s body ran at the thought of getting to know Ari.

Ari blinked her large brown eyes in surprise when Bobby leaned in close, biting his lip.

“Oh, I grew up in Mumbai. I was a latchkey kid; my parents left me to my own devices.” Saying it out loud made Ari realize how privileged her middle-class upbringing had been.

Things she had taken for granted: a full fridge; a warm bed; two parents who deeply loved each other; and their daughter. Encouraging Ari to pursue a higher education and her career.

Bobby had never been able to depend on that.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been.” How hard things still were for Bobby, even as an adult.

Bobby was not a man of many words and was a little awkward. Sometimes, during a dinner with the other station executives, Ari would watch Bobby in the throng of people and could sense both a deep, profound pain within himself and a white-hot rage simmering on the surface.

If Kid said too much and Ari connected ‘Bobby’ to The Beast, he needed to distract Ari, and he needed to do it now.

“Kings’ isn’t the type of place I would picture a man like you working for.” The recording device was balanced on her lap, and Kid wondered how much trouble that would get him in later on down the line.

“Why Kings? And why, as a janitor and waiter?” Kid fought a grin, rubbing his jawline to hide how the tone change in Ari’s voice, sharp and clipped, turned him on.

“What is this favor you are returning?”

Kid could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Why not tell her the truth?

Giving Ari a once-over, in her pink heart sweater and her blonde ponytail falling over her shoulder, she was the complete opposite of everything Kid was.

A dirty, grimy beast like him didn’t deserve to know a woman like her, and Kid couldn’t stand the thought of Ari getting hurt because of him; it was keeping him up at night and occupying his every waking thought.

“Bobby.” Ari placed a hand on his bicep, impressed by how toned it was under her fingertips. “I can tell this is hard for you. I don’t want to cross a boundary or disrespect anything you might be going through.”

Kid didn’t know why that struck a nerve, but it did. His throat closed, and he felt his eyes water, dipping his head low to hide how shiny his eyes were becoming with tears.

“I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me.”

Ari dared to touch the side of Bobby’s face, gently stroking his jawline. “It’s okay.” She whispered, moving in closer so her knees rested atop Bobby’s thighs, “We don’t have to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Bobby breathed a sigh of relief, staring down at the heart-shaped pattern on Ari’s skirt. “I know you want answers; I don’t want to disappoint you.”

The journalist laughed softly and gently knocked Kid’s chin with her index finger.

“You’re not disappointing me.” She dared to lean in closer, their lips inches apart.

“Ari.” Kid’s chest rose and fell; he couldn’t tell if this was a panic attack or a secret second thing he had never experienced before. “Can I kiss you?”

Ari bit her lip and nodded, moaning softly when Bobby firmly cupped the back of her neck and crushed his chapped lips against her soft ones.

Stretched out on the gray, carpeted floor, Kid gripped Ari’s hips in his hands and guided her to straddle his waist.

‘Oh.’ Ari felt Bobby underneath her, pressing against the apex of her thighs. “Is this okay?” Bobby questioned, rubbing himself up against Ari as his boxers got tighter.

The moment with The Beast rose in Ari’s mind. It wasn’t cheating, but it oddly felt as if she were. The Beast and Bobby realistically would never cross paths, so why did Ari feel slightly guilty?

“Yes. I trust you.” Ari reached out and took his hands, finally running them over her body.

Kid watched in awe as Ari parted her pink, glossed lips at the sensation of his scarred, ugly hands on her soft skin. Ari brought his hands up and cupped his palms against her soft cheeks, pressing a sweet kiss into his palm.

“How long have you worked at..." Ari stifled a laugh when Kid bucked his hips and cut her off. “Bobby-!”

Kid allowed himself to laugh, rubbing his face in his hands before pushing himself upright.

“You like it when I do that?” He bit his lip and repeated the movement, deciding he could do this with no hands.

“Can you lay on your back?” Kid’s curls stuck to his face, shiny with sweat, and he watched intently as Ari nodded and allowed him to move them up onto the couch, hooking her thighs through the crooks of his elbows.

Ari took off her pink long sleeve, revealing a creamy pink brassiere. “It’s matching.” She unbuttoned her jeans to reveal the lace hem of her lingerie bottoms.

“You wore those for me?” Kid sat back in disbelief, Ari’s hands on his thighs as he undid the strings of his gray sweatpants, reaching down his front to free his erection, reminding himself he needed to stay somewhat fully clothed.

If Ari could see the bruises and cuts on his body; it was all over. ‘Fuck.’ He hissed when the fabric of Ari’s underwear rubbed against his front. “I wore this for you.” She replied, stretching out on the couch underneath him to show off a pair of see-through underwear decorated with tiny pink bows.

“You’re the prettiest girl I've ever met.” Kid briefly considered the reality that he might die right then and there from Ari’s electric touch.

Kid felt Ari’s hands travel down between their legs, and he gasped when he felt her fingers grip him with one hand, then the other when it became clear he didn’t fit in her small fist.

“Tell me to stop.” Kid knew he should pull away from Ari, tell her he was sorry and that she needed to leave, pretend like he never knew her, and get back to his plan.

But the way Ari’s big brown eyes gazed up at him as if he were the only man in the world, holding his hand while he rubbed his head against Ari’s pussy, was making Kid a little wild.

“Don’t stop.” Ari tossed her head back against the arm of the couch, listening to the sound of Bobby tearing open a tin foil package, relieved that he was responsible enough to think of protection.

Ari wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms tight around his neck, shining with sweat as they breathed in time with each other.

Bending Ari in half so her legs were above her head, Kid laid himself between her thighs, putting her ankles on his broad shoulders so their bodies pressed flush together. “I’m going to put myself inside you now.” He whispered, pressing his forehead tightly against Ari’s.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

Ari’s eyelids fluttered shut, her pink lips parting as Bobby entered her, digging her nails tight into his shoulders as his long fingers helped stretch her open.

A brief thought entered Ari’s mind that Bobby would not fit inside her.

“I don’t think I fit.” He said it out loud, laughing to himself as he rested his face in the crook of her neck. Ari did the same, her body shaking from laughter underneath his.

Kid bit his lip, running a hand through his curls as he seated himself inside Ari while she cried out and screamed his fake name into his shoulder.

They frantically went at it, weeks of sexual tension finally coming out on the tiny yellow couch. Ari could only hold onto Bobby’s shoulders as he fucked her, his strong hands gripping the arm of the couch and his hips pounding into hers while he kept Ari’s ankles firmly resting on either side of his neck. It was an erotic sight.

“M’Gonna cum on you.” Kid slowed his thrusts, and Ari whined in protest, smacking his bicep when he pulled out and removed his condom.

“Where?” Kid breathlessly asked while slowly pumping his arm, watching Ari point to her lower stomach, where he could see the bulge of himself inside her not only a few moments ago.

Ari held Bobby’s hand when he came, dropping his head low and dribbling cum on her stomach and thighs.

“‘M'm going to kiss you here. Can I kiss you here?” Bobby begged, holding her legs apart with his strong hands.

“Yes.” Ari watched Bobby make a ‘V’ shape with his long fingers, pressing them against the apex of her thighs before sliding his tongue inside her.

Twisting at the waist and crying out silently at the ceiling, Ari ripped the material of the couch cushion under her sharp nails.

‘Fuck, she tastes good.’ Kid inwardly groaned. ‘Why does she have to make things so difficult?’

Looking down at him from between her trembling thighs with the most loving expression anyone had given him since his Mother passed?

Ari reached down and closed her fingers in Bobby’s silky hair, gently tugging on his curls to bring him closer.

“Kiss it; please kiss it, Bobby. Right there-!” She squeezed his head between her thighs as she came with Bobby holding her shaking legs apart, rubbing and kissing her throbbing pussy.

“Ri.” Kid got sloppy, his broad nose bumping her clit, her wet pussy soaking his face, fluid dribbling down his neck, and staining his t-shirt. “I’m going to make you cum again.”

Ari whined in protest when Bobby dribbled his spit all over her leaking pussy, flipping them over so Ari was sitting on his chest, his t-shirt soaked in sweat, and Ari’s cum.

“I can’t.” She cried, overwhelmed and lightheaded; Bobby had been holding out on her.

Kid intended to disprove this as he quickly rolled on another condom, experimentally pushing the head of him up into Ari’s pussy, watching her face contort as his grip on her hips slowly pulled her down onto him inch by inch.

A brief thought of the couch breaking entered Kid’s mind, which only turned him on more, reaching back and holding the arms of the couch and bracing a foot on the floor as he fucked up into Ari, making her bounce on his dick.

Ari noticed Bobby never once took his dark eyes off her while she rode him, her nails digging deep enough into the material of his shirt that her perfectly manicured nails left crescent marks in the muscles of his broad chest.

Ari felt like crying when the sensation welled up, low in her stomach, yet again. Bobby sat up and crushed his lips against hers, holding her firm against him as she came all over his thighs, her pink nails digging into his flesh.

“I’m sorry,” Ari said, resting her cheek on Bobby’s sweaty and heaving chest.

“I didn’t mean to make a mess.” She felt his chest vibrate when he laughed and drew her close, kissing her hard and closing a hand in her blonde curls.

“Don’t apologize.” Bobby laid Ari back on the couch and got up, walking to the bathroom.

“I’ll get you a washcloth and some water.” He called over his shoulder while Ari rolled onto her stomach on the couch cushions, watching Bobby’s frame disappear from view.

Kid felt Ari relax into him and sigh contentedly when he returned with a warm washcloth and a bottle of water.

“Thank you.” Ari moaned softly when Bobby cleaned the inside of her thighs and lower stomach.

“You’re okay?” He murmured, lying back down. Kid traced the column of Ari’s spine with his index finger.

“Mhm. I’m sleepy.” Ari yawned cutely and buried her face in the material of the tank top Bobby had changed into; it smelled familiar somehow.

Laying with Ari naked on the couch, Kid fell asleep to the pleasant thought of a world where he was a normal man—someone Ari could show off to her family and friends, someone she could be proud of.

He’d come home from better work to Ari’s voice, and the pink lights would be warm and inviting.

But Kid was a Beast, and The Beast did not end up with the girl in the end. His story ended with Chief Rana and Baba Shakti’s lives snuffed out by his hands, and Kid would see to it by any means necessary, even if that meant letting Ari go.

-

Ari watched Bobby sleep. He looked young and at peace when he slept without his brow furrowed and his mouth in a hard line.

“I can feel you watching me.” Bobby said this without opening his eyes.

Kid never smiled or laughed as much as he did when he was with Ari.

“I can’t help it.” Ari folded her arms over Bobby’s chest and cutely propped her chin atop her hands. She was admiring the different shades of their brown skin and how they complimented each other so well.

Ari felt Bobby’s chest rise and fall with his breaths. “I know you have work tonight, but I have the day off today.” She offered, coyly playing with the gold chain around her neck.

“I will be at King's tonight too.” Ari picked up on Bobby’s change in demeanor, hoping this enticed him, but she felt his body stiffen underneath her. “My boss wants me to be his ‘date’.”

“You’re coming tonight?” Kid briefly wondered if The Beast could change Ari’s mind, knowing she would most likely visit Tiger’s Temple before going to Kings’ as she usually did. “I’m working the VIP floor tonight; I don’t know how much we will see each other.”

Kid kissed the top of Ari’s forehead to reassure her, hooking an arm underneath her knees and drawing her close.

“I want to spend the day with you.” If tonight went as planned, having the alibi that he had spent the day with Ari would be good.

After breakfast, Kid dragged Ari back to the couch, making out to the TV droning on in the background noise until the sun went down again. “I’ll see you tonight.” He leaned against the doorframe, his curls falling on his face as he bent down to kiss Ari goodbye. “Be a good girl.”

Ari stuck her tongue out at Bobby and teasingly gave his chest a gentle push, blowing him a kiss goodbye as she left.

Dropping his smile as Ari disappeared down the steps, Kid went inside to prepare for Tiger’s Temple. The Kong mask glared menacingly at him as he wrapped his hands in the locker room, lingering on the previous night’s events and Ari’s body over his.

Shaking his head, Kid willed the thought of Ari out of his mind. ‘No distractions.’ He demanded of himself, rising to his feet and punching his fist into his palm.

-

The first thing Kid saw as he climbed into the ring that night was a hoodie in his favorite plum shade with curled blonde hair sticking out.

“You’ll never stop wearing that, will you?” Kid tsked disapprovingly at the end of his evening with a shake of his sweat-soaked hair, pulling down the fire escape ladder and gesturing for Ari to climb.

The night had started tame enough, but Ari could tell The Beast was on one. Punch drunk and surly.

“Don’t you chastise me,” Ari warned, feeling The Beast’s gaze trail up her thighs as she climbed. “I hear you yelling at Cobra to hit you harder.” She gave him a hard look over her shoulder. “I don’t like how Tiger calls you a monster. You don’t believe that, do you?”

The Beast suddenly advanced on her, metal clanging as he turned her body and seized her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. “Do you?” The voice coming through the mask was serious and low.

Ari turned her body around, releasing her grip on the ladder and fully surrendering to The Beast’s touch. If he let go, they would both fall.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be nice to me!” Ari’s brow scrunched, wrapping her arms around his neck. The Beast held onto the ladder with both bandaged hands and leaned far, far back, so they both hung over the alley from way up.

“For the record,” Ari looked directly through the eyes of the Kong mask so intently that Kid briefly thought he saw a brief flash of recognition on her features. “I never once thought you were a monster.”

“Close your eyes.” The Beast demanded, covering her eyes with his long, bandaged fingers as he lifted his mask and kissed Ari with such passion and longing that she thought she was going to lose all her air and float into the dark night.

Pulling away for breath, Kid hurriedly climbed with Ari up the ladder and into the fire escape room, his bandaged hands traveling down her body and lifting her into his arms with ease.

Reaching into his pocket, The Beast teasingly held up Ari’s lip gloss and perfume in his fingers.

“Looking for these?” Ari tried to snatch them, but he held the items high above her head. “Want to see what I do with them?”

Setting Ari on his mattress, The Beast leaned back against the wall, spritzing the air once with her vanilla perfume as he undid the ties of his sweatpants.

Removing the cap of Ari’s pink lip gloss, The Beast pulled his sweatpants past his hips to reveal his erection.

Licking his blood-stained fingers, Ari watched The Beast wrap his long fingers around himself as he began to slowly pump his hand while Ari watched with round eyes.

Coating his fingers in Ari’s pink gloss, Kid thrust into his newly bandaged hand. He had replaced the wraps before leaving Tiger’s Temple. He didn’t like Ari seeing the blood and scars on his bare hands.

Crawling across the small space on all fours, Ari straddled the beast’s waist. He took her hand and licked her palm the way the Lion did his paw after the thorn was removed.

“Like this.” Kid showed Ari how he stroked himself at the thought of her lately.

Knelt above his lap, Ari wrapped her soft lips around the head of him, sweetly kissing the top before taking him down her throat.

Kid wrapped his bandaged hand in Ari’s soft blonde hair, carefully pumping his dick in and out of her mouth.

“Come here.” Kid growled and pulled Ari upright, roughly kissing her swollen, pink lips.

Ari tossed her head back against the steel fire escape door as The Beast furiously fucked her against it. “Why won’t you let me see your face?” She whined, though it added a level of excitement while he took her like this. “You don’t trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” The Beast slowed his hard thrusts to slow, lazy rolls of his hips. “We could get in serious trouble.” He carefully placed a hand against the column of her neck.

Ari placed her hands on his sweaty, bare chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath her fingertips.

Kid gave the sides of Ari’s neck the gentlest of squeezes, hissing long and low when he felt her clench tight around him. “Good?” He pulled back slightly to look her over, ensuring she was alright, still suspended in his arms against the door.

Squeezing and releasing the sides of her neck in time with how Ari clenched around him, Ari watched the Kong mask slowly tilt to the right, a hopeful feeling rising in her that he would finally remove the mask and reveal his face to her.

‘I might not see her again.’ Kid thought, running a thumb across her swollen bottom lip. ‘She deserves the truth.’

As the Kong mask slowly lifted, Ari’s dark eyes strained to see in the dark of the room, her heart pounding in anticipation.

The shatter of glass and voices shouting below distracted Kid for a brief moment, and to Ari’s disappointment, he lost his nerve.

Sitting back on the mattress with Ari’s trembling frame in his arms, Kid rocked them back and forth a bit, rehearsing the conversation over and over in his mind.

“You’re still going to the Kings?" Kid carefully brought up the delicate subject, playing with strands of Ari’s blonde curls.

“Mhm.” Ari nodded, resting her head on his bare and sweaty chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping. He felt comfortable and familiar in a way she could not explain.

“My boss is making me go. I wish I could stay, but I already missed the past few times because... When Ari trailed off, Kid knew why.

“Promise me you’ll stay safe.” The Beast pulled back, gently cupping Ari’s chin in his hand.

“Don’t stay late.” If Ari didn’t know better, he was not asking her; he was warning her.

“I won’t,” Ari reassured The Beast. She always closed her eyes when they kissed, and she wished he trusted her enough to show him the face under the mask, but this had brought them closer.

“You don’t have to worry about me; I have a friend there.”

‘Bobby.’

Kid was glad Ari couldn’t see him frown. “You trust him?” He walked the line, helping Ari redress. “I do,” Ari insisted, holding his bandaged hands to her lips, swollen from their tryst in the fire escape. “If anything, I wish he had more trust in me.”

“Promise me you will keep yourself safe?” If Ari didn’t know better, she would have thought she heard a bit of begging in The Beast’s usually gruff voice as he walked her back to her apartment and kissed her goodbye.

Kid wondered how he had found himself jealous of Bobby, wishing he didn’t have to hide half of himself from Ari. “I’ll leave early and come back to you. How about that?” She compromised with The Beast, who crouched in her window.

“Wait up for me?” Ari stood on her tiptoes and sweetly kissed The Beast goodnight.

“I will always wait for you.” After The Beast had disappeared from her fire escape, Ari noticed his mood had dampened as well at the mention of Kings, the same way Bobby had.

Ari only hoped these dinners with her boss would end soon, especially after the night she had spent with Bobby and with The Beast.

“It’s not about him.” Ari reminded herself of the bigger picture: she needed to keep her head straight and not let masked men or kindly waiters distract her from the fact that people were suffering and Baba Shakti and Chief Rana had eyes on her, as did her boss.

Ari reassured herself as she applied her pink gloss, her thoughts returning to The Beast, who applied the tube he stole to his fingers before touching himself.

Slowing her shaky breaths as the rideshare app alerted Ari that her car had arrived to take her to Kings.

Placing her recording device in her purse before leaving to meet her car, not knowing The Beast was perched on Ari’s roof, she watched her in the shadows as her car glided away into the dark night.

-

Ari was disappointed that she had not seen Bobby all evening. Her boss seemed to have more of an obsessive grip on Ari as of late; he could tell something, or even worse, someone had taken her attention from him, and he did not like it.

“Why don’t you sit here?” Ari protested angrily when her boss lifted her onto his lap. She shoved his chest and got off his lap, retreating to the alleyway.

“Hey!” Ari’s boss was furious, following after and seizing her by the elbow, pinning her to one end of a coat closet.

“Who do you think you are, you bitch? Embarrassing me like that?”

“Excuse me?” Ari was taken aback by all the sleazy smiles and feel-ups; her boss revealed his ugliest side yet. “You cannot speak to me like that!”

“If you want a job tomorrow, you’ll listen to every word I say.” Ari felt her blood run cold when he pressed his body into hers.

“Tell me, who is he?” He demanded, furiously spitting in her face as Ari began to hyperventilate, feeling the walls closing in on her like the night in Yatana.

“Get off me!” Ari tried to run, and he grabbed her, pinning her shoulders to the wall.

“BOBBY-!” She screamed, thrashing wildly in his arms.

Drawing her arm back, the way The Beast did in Tiger’s Temple, Ari closed her hand into a fist, slamming her knuckles into the side of her boss’ face with a bloody crunch as she broke free from the coat closet.

Falling to the floor, Ari winced when her tights ripped, taking her heels and climbing to her feet as she ran for the exit, leaving her boss to scream in pain while clutching his broken nose.

Hearing gun pops and screaming above her, Ari watched Kings descend into pure chaos. Women in diamonds and silk dresses ran with men with gold watches and richly embroidered dress shirts.

“What’s going on?” Ari grabbed Sita’s arm, and the look on her face was all she needed to know.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Sita couldn’t reply, grabbing Ari’s arm and forcing her to follow her to the fire exit as the crowd became more intense.

Descending to the parking garages, it only got worse as a man darted from the shadows, limping and covered in blood as he climbed into a motorized rickshaw.

Alphonso swore and broke from the crowd, joining Bobby as he peeled out of the parking garage under a shower of gunfire from security.

‘What did he do?!’ Ari clutched her heels in her fist and ran for the nearest taxi, demanding to be taken to her news station; someone had to be giving live coverage of what had just transpired.

Every television she passed on the way to the station was projecting the high-speed chase through the streets.

Ari ignored the stares from her coworkers as she ran barefoot through the halls with her heels and purse clenched tightly in her fists, slowing to a stop to watch the late-night news anchor report live a terrorist attack inside Kings perpetuated by a man posing as a waiter.

‘Terrorist?’ Ari pictured the man she had laid naked with on his couch that morning. Now, the camera zoomed in on Bobby, cuffed, bloody, and limping as the police chased him across rooftops, helicopters hovering overhead.

“Is that a sniper?” Ari gasped in horror while the receptionist, whom she leaned on for support, could only silently nod.

“FINAL WARNING!” The officer in the helicopter yelled through a megaphone, but the waiter in cuffs did not stop running.

Ari clapped a hand over her mouth, watching in silent horror as the sniper aimed his weapon.

There was a bright flash and a pop from the helicopter; Bobby stumbled over the rooftop’s edge, crashing through a metal awning below, and fell headfirst into the river.

The receptionist helped clean Ari up and sent her home in a taxi, leaving the whole station perplexed by Ari Arya’s reaction to the man who shot up Kings.

“Turn here, please,” Ari requested tiredly when the taxi driver did not slow down at her apartment complex.

“Excuse me, sir. I said, Stop here.” Irritation turned to fear when the taxi turned sharply into an alley.

The driver turned the ignition off and looked over his shoulder. Chief Rana Singh locked sinister, dark eyes with Ari.

A sweet-smelling napkin was forced against Ari’s mouth. She tried to fight back as her world turned fuzzy and faded into static.

Queenie had found Ari’s recording device in her purse—the hours of conversation with a man whom Ari called ‘The Beast’ about the goings on at Kings.

It was incriminating, and Queenie would not stand for it, orchestrating Chief Rana to kidnap Ari and bring the morning news anchor to her office.

“Put her to work in the VIP room tonight,” Queenie demanded as Chief Rana carried an unconscious Ari away into the dark. “And then I want you to hunt down ‘The Beast.’ and bring me his head.”

[doctorwhoisadhd]

actually one more thing im gonna be a hater about. i love rose tyler as a character as much as the next person but for real. Rtd needs to let the fuck go of rose tyler bc hes basically just as bad as 10 at this point. donnas daughter will never really get to be her own character cause shes always just gonna be overshadowed by the other rose. AND its really fucking stupid that she named herself after the doctors ex considering she's like. partially doctordonna... like thats really fucking weird. basically what hes done by naming her rose is 1) create SO MUCH unnecessary confusion, 2) make this trans character NOT truly her own person and secondary to a cis character that is ALREADY focused on so much, and 3) make YET ANOTHER black woman character secondary to rose tyler my god!!!

[tealmaskmybeloved]

Whenever I would like to keep ahold of a hyper fixation that I really like when heading into a new one, I would focus on the similarities that drew me to the both of them and hop from one to the other with a primary focus of the similarities. By hoping from one to the other it keeps me from burning out on the new one but still super loving the original.

May work for me but might not for ya, just thought since ya didn’t wanna leave the Dokutaro fixation maybe offering my method of keeping and enjoying both old and new.

Ooooo good advice!

I think the similarity between Toxic Chain Kieran and Beast Wirt is the two making poor decisions while desperate and facing consequences or a lot of regret for it. Plus they could have interesting dynamics with the beings that gave them what they wanted (The Beast in OTGW and Dokutaro in TC)

Or maybe I just like characters with horns.

Thanks for the advice anon!

[augment-techs]

*Sigh* Okay, MMPR #122 is out and once again, I only care about TWO things:

My Bulk and Skull crumbs are opening up more helpful things--even though I would rather die than have Taylor so much as touch Bulk (STAY AWAY FROM HIM) and Skull's type has a double entendre that I do not appreciate (stop trying to make him horny for Zelya, I am not kidding).

And hey, what do you know, THEY CAN FIGHT. ISN'T THAT USEFUL RIGHT NOW???

Interdimensional and time traveling rangers~ I spotted DT Tommy and Gold Jason~

Of course, those are only the things I CARE about. There is the additional bonus of:

Once more, we get the reality that Zordon and other Eltarian's probably have internal junk, because he NEVER wears clothes in these situations. So...nudity probably isn't a big issue for them?

And Billy broke the timestream. Great.

[lanabuckybarnes]

HI ❤️ I LOVE your latest work on beast Ari can u pretty please make some more that’s was amazing and I only gotta taste and ready for more i’m addicted I love how u write ❤️

| Savouring Your Taste |

18+ MINORS DNI

Ari visits you, like he often does but this time he wishes for something different — a taste.

✧Pairing✧ Beast!Ari Levinson x Princess!Reader

✧Warnings✧ Dom!Ari, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Kinda Desperate Ari (can you blame him), Size Difference, Body Hair Kink (is it a thing? No? It is now), Petnames: [Little Queen, Angel, Pretty Girl, Good Girl],Oral (F), Hair Pulling, Fingering, Maybe a teeny bit Sacrilegious, Cum Eating, Mention of Breeding Kink, Alluding to further activities - Any more please let me know

✧Word Count✧ 1k

✧ Author Note✧ Thank you so much for your support on my Ari work, I love him so much and it fills me with so much happiness to see how much you guys love him too. Thank you for requesting this I had a lot of fun writing it — it even gave me a few ideas :))

He knocks lightly on your door with a pointed claw, the soft tap tap letting you know exactly who’s there. It fills you with excitement at just the thought of what tonight will entail. You move gracefully to the large double doors, swinging open the heavy wood.

Ari stands in all his glory, white shirt unbuttoned most of the way revealing his wide, hairy body, his thighs wrapped in dark pants. He knew what he was doing, the hair that littered his body never ceased to rile you up; during your time with him trapped in his cottage he came to find out just how much you really loved it. Now he does this every time he visits. A dark jacket brings the whole outfit together.

Ari tilts his head at your ogling, a teasing glint in his eyes, “little queen, can I come in?” He rasps, his voice tainted with deep primal need and all he’d seen was you standing there. If people were to see what the beast became infront of such a small little thing, he wouldn’t be the most feared creature of the kingdom, he’d be a laughing stock. He ducks as he steps in, mindful of the short height of your doors. They don’t make them for 7ft beasts in mind.

“You’re early” you announce, turning your attention to the wine jug and chalice.

He doesn’t respond as he shrugs his jacket off and lays it over the high back chair, his deep blue eyes studying your room as though it were his first time being there.

He watches as you turn to him, raising an intricately designed cup in his direction, his hand engulfs it and he takes a sip - the expensive kind, fit for his little Queen.

He lets his eyes fall to your tiny body, in comparison to his at least. Your nightgown rests just below the swell of your ass, the cup that looks more like a shot glass in his hand is almost too big for you. You shuffle over to the other side of the room, swaying your hips a little as you move to your final resting spot, the bottom of your large bed.

Your eyes are locked, lust radiates from your bodies changing the temperature of the room. He moves first, the chalice forgotten on your heavy drawers in favour of resting on his knees in front of you.

Ari takes his time, a large hand wrapping around your calf as his full lips taste your silky skin. It’s unusual, he was never one for taking it slow - the beast part of his brain taking over more often than not resulting in your legs spread wide and his thick length splitting you open mercilessly.

The difference between them setting off fireworks in your brain.

“Ari” you whisper breathlessly, a hand combing through his straw like locks.

“Quiet little queen” sharp canines nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue poking out to lick the wound sympathetically.

“Let me savour you.”

And savour you he did. Your father always told you never to play with your food but Ari clearly had never been taught the same lesson. Both paw-like hands gripped at your hips over your night slip, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed - your leg seeking refuge over his broad shoulder in order to not fall.

Your idea to forgo panties this evening had paid off. Ari’s nose bumped your mound, atoms above your tingling nerves, his hot breath fanned over your folds.

“Smell good, like fruit.” Ari growled before he sent your body into shock with a fat lick over your pussy, his tongue gathering your slick into his mouth. He smacks his lips over dramatically at your taste, savouring its tang on his tastebuds.

“Why didn’t I taste this before little Queen?” He asks rhetorically and dives in again, from your tiny pucker over your hole before flicking your clit to finish. He savours it all, devouring your pussy. You don’t think there were any words to describe the way he treated your cunt other than devour.

You lost your ability to control your volume at his first lick despite trying your hardest, your sharp pornographic moans shaking the walls but you didn’t care, couldn’t care.

Thick fingers teased your entrance, claws retracted for your pleasure, he wasted no time in plunging deep into your hole, scissoring you open.

“Haah Ari” one look at Ari had you almost coming undone, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull to protect your sanity, your fingers tightening in his auburn locks.

“You like this? Like me licking your pussy? Taste so good, knew these little folds were hiding something from me.”

“Fuck…” you screamed his name in prayer, your gods forgotten about in favour of the one servicing you, a god kneeling between your legs and making you experience heaven, it was no wonder why his name was all you could think of.

“Little Queen is squeezing me, you gonna cum on my fingers? This little pearl is begging for my tongue.”

Ari’s lips sealed around your clit, his hot pink tongue flicking relentlessly. Your brain buzzed with release, your hips rolling up into him, riding his beard like it was your last life line.

“Please Ari” you begged, pushing him closer to your heat with the hand in your hair.

“Cum angel, let me drink up those juices, gimme more” he slurred, pulling his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue while his thumb rubbed over your puffy clit.

With a final broken shriek your body went stiff, eyes blotting with black and white dots as wave after wave of raw pleasure raked through you. Ari didn’t stop until you were a writhing mess, your thighs clenching the side of his head shaking harshly.

Basking in the afterglow you failed to notice him move until he hovered above you, beard and lips still glistening with your release as he stared down at you wide eyed - animalistic.

His fingers fiddle with his belt, the clanks reaching your ears making you look up. He undoes the button of his fly and zip before pushing them past his thick thighs. His huge cock slaps against his hairy stomach.

“I want you to cum like that again pretty girl, think you can do that?”

Your body shook with overstimulation but your brain preened at the thought, your back arching into him.

“Yes, please Ari.”

“Good girl, gonna breed you so good.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Okay… so I don’t know yet… but the there was a beauty who was into three beasts from a whores fairytale… may be the longest out of all… might even trump snow whites… and we haven’t even gotten to full smut yet… maybe a tiny blow job… but nothing major… I do not know how this is possible…

[navybrat817]

A Phone Call Away

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: No matter what, Ari is just a phone call away. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: Pining, slight angst and hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, reference to cheating (not by Ari), motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Fourth day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Beast and Sweetart! I can't wait to share more of them. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You sat on the floor as you unpacked your last box and took a moment to glance around your bedroom. You didn't realize how little you had at Carter's place until you went to get your things. True to his word, Ari got your phone back and helped you get everything out of there not long after. A couple of his friends showed up and were nice enough, but didn't say much to you. They made sure your ex wouldn't bother you or interfere. You only saw him for a split second and took great satisfaction when you noticed his black eye.

You didn't think you hit Carter hard enough to do any damage and Ari didn't mention punching him when he retrieved your phone. He only said that you wouldn't have to worry about your ex bothering you again. If he had hit him, you hoped he didn't get in any sort of trouble. You weren't worth it.

"You call me if you need anything," Ari said after he helped drop everything off. "Even if it's just to vent."

He saved his number as "Beast" under your contacts.

Thinking of that made you smile before you pulled a hand painted picture frame out of the box, staring at the photo of you and Carter inside. Most didn't know you well enough to spot that your smile in the picture was a bit forced. You may have pushed the red flags to the back of your mind, but your smile couldn't lie.

You glanced at your bed as flashes of Carter whirled through your mind. The physical part never seemed to be an issue, but it wasn't enough for him. Your stomach turned and you fought down bile that threatened to rise in your throat. You hadn't told your parents yet. They would find a way to blame you for him cheating.

But it isn't my fault, right?

You sniffled as you grabbed your phone and scrolled until you got to Ari's number. He had done more than enough for you and you didn't want to bother him, but the thought of talking to him comforted you. Was it because he looked like he could break you, but showed you a softer side?

You still couldn't believe you cried in his arms the way you did, but it was freeing in a sense to be vulnerable. Ari didn't seem like the type to judge either. A gentle giant.

He said he wants me to go to his next race, so maybe he wouldn't mind hearing from me.

Pressing on his name, you sniffled again as you waited in anticipation for him to answer. Your heart sank as three rings went by and he didn't pick up. He was probably busy between work, practice, and his friends. Or maybe there was someone else.

If there is, I can't be upset. I just got out of a relationship and he doesn't owe me a single thing.

"Hey, Sweetart," he answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Beast," you smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks as the nickname rolled off your tongue. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"I was just about to take a shower."

"Oh," you said, wondering if he was still dressed or if he was naked.

His massive body probably looked glorious under a spray of water.

Now that image is in my mind.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I can talk to you later."

"No, no. It can wait," he assured you. "And you aren't bothering me. Told you to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks," you said softly.

You weren't sure what to say next and wondered if it was a mistake to call.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, breaking the silence. “Is he bothering you?”

So protective.

"No, he isn’t, but I don't know if I’m okay. My mind wandered a bit once I finished unpacking and I could feel that I was starting to get upset, so I called you," you explained, wiping at your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And since you aren't here to hug me, I wanted to talk to you. Hearing your voice is making me feel better."

This is the part where he tells me I'm crazy and to lose his number.

"I make you feel better?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah, you do," you said truthfully.

You almost giggled at the admission. It probably sounded like you had a silly crush on him. Maybe you did. Beyond the physical attraction and intimidating aura was a protective and thoughtful man. He didn't strike you as the type to cheat or hurt anyone without good reason.

So if there was a positive in being hurt by Carter, it was meeting Ari.

"I thought I scared most people," he said quietly.

"You don't scare me," you said above a whisper.

Beast or not, you weren't afraid of him.

"You're just saying that because you want one of my amazing hugs."

"I could definitely use a hug," you smiled, imagining his arms around you. "You really have done a lot to help me recently and I can't thank you enough."

"You have nothing to thank me for. I wanted to help you."

Ari's voice soothed you as you tucked your knees under your chin. "I owe you and the guys pizza and beer, at least."

They took time out of their day to deal with your mess and refused to let you pay them for helping you get your things. You wanted to do something. It was the least you could do.

"Don't tell Barnes and Rogers that because they'll take advantage of your generosity," he chuckled, making you smile. "But if you really want to, I can set something up after the next race. You're still going, right?"

Does he sound nervous or am I imagining that?

"I'll be there," you promised. You wouldn't break your word. "Why do I have a feeling I won't end up paying a cent?"

"Because your money's no good here."

"That isn't fair," you giggled.

"Maybe not, but it made you laugh," he pointed out.

"Yeah, it did," you said.

"So, what's your favorite kind of pizza?"

You spent the next hour talking to Ari, eventually moving from the floor to your bed so you could get comfortable. He kept the conversation light, like he knew you didn't have the energy to discuss anything too heavy. By the time you wrapped up the call, your ex and the unpleasant feelings from earlier were far from your mind.

All thanks to Beast.

Slow(ish) burn of sorts? He'll be so good to you. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[shalegas34]

I was reading steel type playthrough today and noticed a sore lack of pictures in the middle section. this one will be going in ch24

[howdoyousleep3]

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, I grew up catholic and have tons of religious trauma. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

You’re a senior at your all girls school (OF COURSE). Father Ari is on his way out because all the girls have a crush on him and the diocese has caught wind of this. It cannot be ignored any longer, it’s getting out of hand and so he’s been transferred to an all boys school. (Cardinal Rogers has seen the social media posts you naughty girlies and has absolutely jacked off to them inserting himself into the stories about getting fucked by Fr. Ari - all the evidence collected by bitter old Sister Peggy). You have never participated in this because you are a good girl and that pulsing in your pussy is SCARY. More scary than exciting at this point. You are sheltered, practically infantilized by your equally troubled mother who looks at you with resentment because good girls marry the first guy they date and accidentally get knocked up by, solidifying their future that is nothing close to what they dreamed of.

Anywhooo, the church has always sort of given you bad vibes. Especially at night, you’re there a lot helping out and in the rectory after hours. You envy the peace it seems to give others. You can’t quite seem to feel that, only a shiver, a feeling that something lurks nearby. Something wicked.

You hate the stations of the cross. It’s violent retelling of Christ’s final moments. You wonder what is the point of it all. As you walk around the church, genuflecting beneath each beautifully brutal stained glass depiction of torture, you glance at Fr. Ari only to find him looking at you. Staring. It’s..weird. The look in his eyes reminds you of an animal. It’s wild. Feral. You don’t understand.

Face to face confession is the worst. You hate it. You much prefer hiding. Confession is weekly. You struggle to even come up with something to confess. You don’t do anything wrong. So you tell little white lies - you copied off of Sarah for a test, you stole some of your mom’s favorite caramels. You don’t even like caramel but you literally have nothing to say. Do you even believe in god? It all seems like a pointless joke.

He can smell the sweat on you. He wants to lick your face. He just knows your tits would taste so good. You don’t even realize he can see your crotch with the way your sitting. White cotton panties. Of course. Of course this little slut would wear something straight out of the porn he conjures up in his mind when he’s fucking his fist. When he thinks about you. He’s so fucking horny he thinks he can see your pubic hair sticking out of your panties. The tight little curls poking out slightly. He wants to stick his whole face into your pussy. Make you cum and drink up all of your creamy, salty, sweet, foamy pussy juice. Lay you down on the altar and place communion wafers one by one down your body, eat them off you, pour the wine all over your breasts and suck it off your nipples…

Idk that’s all I’ve got right now. Should I come off anon and give y’all more??

Take me the fuck away, nonnie.

Halfway through reading this masterpiece I had to stand up and take a little walk in my kitchen because I could not BELIEVE what I was reading, holy shit.

I would devour more of this. I won’t say I need this because I don’t want to put thy kind of pressure on you but 👀 please GOD I need more.

[misscherry-26]

Okay, hear me out!

Belle! reader and Beast! Ari

Hehehe.

(Illustration By J. Scott Campbell)