I Think About How Hayao Miyazaki Said That Love Is Two People Inspiring Each Other To Live. And To Live

eddie is probably the needy one in the relationship. not wanting to let go of your hand for just five seconds. also prefers to be called ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ and nothing else. not even his name. you call him ‘eddie’ by accident, he’d drop everything, stop whatever it is he’s doing and turn to look at you with his brows tipping in then go ‘what the hell did you just call me?! eddie?! no no no. no eddie here, who the fuck is eddie?!’

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I know mafia!ari loves picking up his sunshine like a sack of potatoes, but does biker!ari as well?

Will I be writing a size kink fic? Yes, yes I will but for now

You still remember the first time you discovered Ari was even stronger than he looks. The man is a built like a tank, you even call him bear, it was meant to be a joke but he really is almost as big as one.

Ari is 6'6" of pure muscle-the only fat he has on him is that round, firm ass of his. Long dirty blonde hair that he usually keeps pulled back into a low bun, tattoos that lick up the base of his throat and fan across his broad chest. You've only gotten a glimpse of the back piece and its intriguing. He's pure sin, every fantasy come true, wrapped up into one enormous package

Ari is very aware of his size and normally he doesn't care what people think of him however he likes the way your eyes widen and you sink your teeth in your bottom lip whenever he reveals just how strong he is.

You were on your tiptoes, straining to reach something on the top shelf in the office when you suddenly the file is in front of you, bearded chin on your shoulder, the scent of his cologne filling your nose.

It took you a few seconds to realize you were in the air. And in his strong arms. You don't know what you liked more but the combination of feeling weightless and being surrounded by his firm body sent you into a tailspin.

And for Ari, holding you in his arms, hearing the breathy gasp from your pretty lips as you both discovered Ari can hoist you around without any effort awakened a primal urge in him. One telling him to mark you, claim you, possess you until you know you're his.

All time ever does is pass

and all you ever do is remember.

ISFJ - if the world makes you confused and your senses you seem to lose . . . look around, i am here

when he holds you tighter as he fucks into you and his thrusts are getting faster and desperate snd erratic and his face is buried in ur neck and he's got a fistful of your hair and he can't stop telling you your tight, warm pussy is his and only his in needy growls

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