Thinking About Megumi Fushiguro Who Refuses To Let Go Of Your Hand Whilst He Fucks You. It Doesn't Matter

Mafia Ari 👀 angry? sexy! hot 🥵

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x reader

Warnings: Rough smut, oral (fem receiving), choking, size kink, praise kink, primal play, housewife kink, mentions of canon level violence (not towards reader), protective Ari. Ari is 6'6".

Word count: 1.8K

a/n: Written on my phone, I'll edit it later. Unbeta'd.

Music filters out of your phone on the counter. Dancing in front of the stove, you shrink back from the heat pouring over your face when you open the oven door. The fragrant scents of your garlic roasted chicken drift up, you inhale it with a smile. Ari is going to love this. You’re pairing it with a few of his favorite sides and you can’t wait for him to try your new recipe.

You chuckle softly, remembering the last time you tried something new, he ate every last salty, burned bite of the dish despite your insistence that he didn’t have to.

Closing the door, you turn down the heat, letting everything simmer. All you have to do is finish setting the table and grab his beer out of the fridge. His meeting should be almost over..

You take a step back, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. He bought it for you a week ago; it fits you perfectly, enhancing your curves and the color is beautiful.

You take two steps away from the stove, turning towards the fridge when a loud bang startles you. It coming from the front of the house. A second loud boom travels throughout the halls, a shriek snakes up your throat, your heart pounds in your chest. You look around frantically, fear slivers down your spine, freezing you in place. Then you hear the rapid rhythmic stomping of something, someone coming down the hall.

You’re about to dive for the gun he has hidden under the table when you hear your name, growled, low and dark in his throat.

You recognize that voice.

You recognize that tone.

Ari.

He storms into the kitchen, and he sucked all the air out of the room with his domineering presence. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes raking up and down the disheveled man. You’ve seen Ari when he’s angry, but this-this is something different. More primal. His large hands grab the sides of the doorway, his upper body leaning towards you as if he’s physically holding himself back. Small splatters of crimson pepper his white shirt, the stains spreading across his collar.

Ari cracks his neck, the low crunching noise as he rolls his shoulders makes you take a step back. Deep blue eyes travel up your body, past your bare feet to your calves, his lip twitches and his grip tightens, the wood creaking faintly. He continues his perusal of your trembling body, sweeping back and forth cautiously, thoughtfully, as if he’s searching for something.

His solemn gaze land on your face, lingering on your lips before finding your wide eyes. A flash of relief crosses his face before more rage seeps in, enhancing his stunning features. “Run.”

Your brows furrow, licking your dry lips, you scoff out a confused “what?”

Ari stands up straight, his head brushing the top of the doorframe. His deft fingers grasp the front of his shirt and he rips it open, buttons hitting the floor with sharp pings. “Run. Now. Sunshine.”

You can’t.

He’s blocking the only way in and out of the kitchen.

You can’t run.

You study his hands, watching as his shirt flutters to the floor, he pulls off his belt in one swift motion. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to run.”

Your eyes flicker up to his face and your belly drops. He knows you can’t get out here. He knows, and he’s doing this on purpose. Heat, arousal, and anticipation swirl in your fluttering belly before settling between your thighs. Your panties cling to you, drenched.

You take a step back, he follows. Every small step is met with his long, measured stride, slowly unbuttoning his pants, he smirks down at you.

“When I catch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go Sunshine.” His voice is low, gravelly, and taunting.

A predator hunting down his prey.

You keep moving, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to tamp down your growing excitement. His bulge getting bigger and bigger every second.

He’s caging you in.

You’re running out of room.

Ari’s purposely advancing on you, his darkening eyes never leaving your face, full pink lips twisted into a devious smirk.

Your foot slips.

“Oh shit Ari-,” you gasp, reaching out to steady yourself. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. He crosses the remaining space in two long strides, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off the large body.

“You really should have run, Sunshine.” His voice deepens, the warning in his tone goes straight to your aching pussy and you clench down. Ari reaches inside his boxers, your knees almost buckle at the sight of his long, thick cock, hard and leaking, a bead of precum rolling off his swollen head.

There’s no time to think, to react. Not with him so fucking close, his cock brushes over your belly, his masculine cologne filling your nose. Ari seems even bigger than usual, towering over you, making you feel petite. Without another word, he spins you around, your hands hitting the table, knocking over the plate you set down earlier. He’s treating your body like it belongs to him, hooking his hand under your thigh, spreading you open.

“Ari-“ his name ends in a soft moan. “Oh fuck-“

Normally he eases you into, takes his time with foreplay, doesn’t fuck you until you’re on the brink of begging. But right now, he can’t wait any longer, twisting your panties to the side, he sends up a silent thanks that you’re so wet for him, he could feel your slick coating your thighs when he grabbed you.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lining his throbbing cock up with your hot, drenched pussy. And he pushes into with one firm stroke, your velvety walls clamping down on him, Ari’s broken groans drowning out your own soft sobs.

Pleasure laced with a sweet burning sensation pulses up your spine. You take in a breath, your hands forming fist as he languidly eases out of you, inch by inch. He slams back into you; the wet sloshing sound resounding in your ears as you stretch to fit his thick cock. He angles up, moving deeper and deeper until he’s in your belly.

“Oh god, oh god oh fuck,” you moan, your chin dropping to your chest, unable to support your own weight as he pounds into you. The fast, controlled pace lets his cock hit that sweet, sensitive spot until your vision blurs with unshed tears.

“It ain’t god making you feel like this sunshine,” Ari states, breathlessly. He stares down at your writhing body, his gaze flickering between your head lolled to the side, mouth slack, and his cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. He bends down, his large hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you up until your back is flush with his chest.

“Who’s making you feel good?” There’s a desperation in his voice that you’re not used to, it’s as if he needs to hear his name on your tongue.

“You are-Ari, only you, oh fuck” you breathe, digging your nails into his wrists. This new angle is letting him go even deeper, his hips grinding into you. “Ari, don’t stop, please don’t-“

“I won’t, not until you cum for me. “He drops his head along the curve of your shoulder, nipping your skin

You’re unaware that you’re chanting his name, you don’t think you can take anymore; it feels too good; shards of exquisite sensations swirling up, the pleasure enhanced by the pressure on your throat, you’re getting lightheaded, all you can feel right now is him-Ari, his warm, firm chest through the thin material of your dress, a rough, scarred hand moving up your thigh until the pad of his fingers circles your swollen clit tenderly, a direct contrast to the rough, way he’s fucking you. “I got you, just take it Sunshine, lemme feel you cum on my cock, there ya go.”

You clench down around him, his strokes falter as your orgasm unfurls inside you, an endless sultry white-hot wave of pleasure surges up, rushing across your body. Your body tenses, a thin gasp escaping your lips. Ari fucks you through it until you go limp around him. You would collapse to the tiled floor if he weren’t holding you.

He circles his hips erratic thrusting, once, twice then he groans your name as he spills inside you, relishing in the feel of your fluttering walls around his cock, murmuring soft praises as you pant. He slips out of you, turning your pliant body around and placing you on the table.

“What the fuck was that?” Dropping back, you rest on your elbows, he tears your ruined panties off, putting them in his pocket. “I’m not complaining, but you haven’t gone all cavemen since that night-“ you gesture with your fingers.

A rueful smile tugs at his lips and for a minute he stares down at you, his eyes watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He sighs, carding his hand through his damp locks. You don’t think he’s going to answer; he pulls out the chair and sits in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Some punk thought he could threaten you," he responds quietly.

“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice.

That explains it.

Ari barely tolerates people looking at you. He always says you’re the only light, his sunshine, in his dark, merciless world and he refuses to let anyone take you from him.

You don’t bother to ask what he did to whoever was stupid enough to mention your name in front of your man.

After all you were there when the Drysdale heir thought his legacy could shield him after he smacked your ass at a party.

You didn’t know Ari could toss another grown man through a window until that night.

It was impressive and you thanked him very throughly for protecting you.

"Did you toss this one off a roof or something?" You laugh, raising your eyebrows playfully.

Ari glares at you, but all the heat and rage in his blue eyes are gone, only the possessive love and neediness you’re accustomed to seeing remains. “I may have overreacted.”

You laugh knowing he's not going to tell you what he did, so you turn your attention to charred food on the stove. “Ya think? I hope you weren’t hungry because I’m pretty sure our dinner is burned by now”

“That’s on you for not running.” His sharp retort makes you laugh harder. Ari grumbles under his breath, something about eating until he's full, his hands moving under your ass, lifting you until your pussy is in his face. “I got something better right here.”

“Ari-“ You squeal, his tongue sliding through your messy folds. “Oh you’re filthy.”

“Not my fault your pussy tastes so damn good,” he mumbles, sucking your clit into his mouth, a burst of sensations takes you off guard and your elbows slip, your back hits the table with a soft thud. “Now lay there and let me enjoy my meal.”

* TALK DIRTY TO ME

drabbles. their dirty talking styles.

contains. konig, ghost, and price / praise, slight breeding kink, degradation, dumbification.

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konig is surprisingly vocal when he’s rutting into you, though it’s probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because he’s just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.

“feels s’fucking good—“ he mindlessly babbles out.

his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.

“such a greedy pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…”

you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck — transfixed — on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.

“just begging for me to fill ya up,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.

“s’that what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?”

price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. he’s always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just can’t help but spoil you.

“mhmm, just like that, baby.” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.

there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, he’d have to deal with that later.

“doing so well,” he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. “but you don’t think you’re gonna make me cum just from this, do you?”

it doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” his movements are slow and controlled, he knows you’re close — he can feel it — but he’s not going to reward you unless you use yours words.

“come on, princess. all you have to do is beg and i’ll have you screaming for me…”

everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesn’t actually notice what he’s saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me even your pussy knows it.” he practically growls. “look at this sloppy mess you’re making.”

he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. “jus’ gonna slip in with how wet you are..”

your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know he’s right, there’s no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when he’s pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.

“fuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.

the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and it’s not surprising that you’re already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.

“that’s it, there’s my slutty girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “stop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.”

The time of plans and projects.

“ attractive things they do ” [ bnha ]

-> pairing: separate, bakugou, deku, kiri, shouto, denki, tamaki, hawks, dabi x gn!reader

-> a/n: mentions of food/eating, part of hawks' eludes to reader having longish hair- but that should be it !

— BAKUGOU:

katsuki has such attractive hands- all large and warm. he wears rings whenever he’s not working, usually silver. he rests a hand on your thigh anytime he’s sitting next to you. it’s become second nature to him, cupping the flesh and rubbing lazy circles with his thumb. he definitely grips the back of your headrest while he reverses and grips your thigh with his free hand. smirks at you all the time, without any real reason- flashing perfect white teeth and sharpened canines. When he laughs, a real laugh, around you he always throws his head back and exposes his throat. if it’s cold outside he layers his clothes onto you, throwing his worn-warmed jacket over your shoulders and winding his scarf around your neck. his fingers always brush against your throat as he ties a knot.

— MIDORIYA:

izuku stretches all the time and he makes such soft sighs, face all scrunched and revealing his abs. he bites the inside of his cheek and kisses his teeth when he’s annoyed, which shows off how sharp and strong his jaw is. he always opens doors for you, like the gentleman he was raised to be, guiding you over the thresholds by the small of your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. he wears headbands or hair clips to move his bangs out of his face, displaying the freckles that splatter the entirety of his features. If he ever sees something off about your appearance, no matter how small, he fixes it. whether that be to straighten your necklace, smoothing flyaways, or removing extra lipstick; mindlessly running his fingers down your hair, straightening the charm against your collarbones, or running his thumb under your bottom lip.

— KIRISHIMA:

eijirou is just so casual in his affection. he’s always pulling you into him, hugging you tight and long, presses both greeting and departure kisses to your face and tosses a heavy arm across your shoulders- pulling you into his side. he loves comparing hand sizes, always intertwines your fingers together and pulls you into his chest by them. kiri wears really tight shirts, both the dress and casual variety, they stretch taught over his broad shoulders and cling to every muscle. you will never carry anything as long as he’s in a five-mile radius of you, no matter how heavy it is, he is carrying it. insists with an easy smile and laugh on doing it himself, still managing to keep a hand empty so he can hold yours. he’ll also carry you around. if he thinks you’re tired, he’s turned his back to you and offered to carry you. hoists you up so easily and keeps steady hands on the underside of your thighs- grip a little high and firm.

— TODOROKI:

shouto always greets you with a kiss. he’ll softly cup the side of your face, content and attractive smile on his lips, “hello, my love.” he also expects you to return the gesture, tilting his head towards you subconsciously so you can litter kisses wherever you please. he always gives you so much of his attention when you talk, head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed, eyes locked on your own- he wanted you to be able to tell that he’s listening to you. whenever you’re walking next to each other, he always makes sure to have a hand on you, either on your waist ot intertwined with your own. he helps you undress and dress, wrapping a soft scarf tightly around your neck and letting you lean against his shoulder as he takes off your shoes.

— DENKI:

denki really likes wearing jewellery and he’s nearly always wearing at least one piece of it- layered chain necklaces, sterling silver rings, and studded earrings. he has a little dangly earring with your first initial on it which he wears all the time, no matter if it goes with the rest of his outfit or not. he stretches every time he gets up, lifting the shirt he’s wearing up to show off sharp hipbones and his muscled stomach. denki winks at you all the time and he makes a little clicking noise when he does it. anytime you pass by him while he’s sitting down, he will pull you onto his lap, hands slipping up your shirt and grinning against your neck.

— TAMAKI:

tamaki leans against you all the time, his head pressed into the curve of your neck or his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks up at you, watching the way your lips move around words. when you’re in public and he needs to tell you something, he leans down to whisper in your ear- lips brushing the back of your ear. he hums into every form of affection- sighing into kisses and tight hugs and moaning as your fingers comb through his hair. anytime he’s eating something and you want to try it, he hand feeds you a piece, using his thumb to wipe your bottom lip clean.

— HAWKS:

keigo makes very intense and purposeful eye contant whenever you talk to him, you can always see his eyes moving between yours as he leans closer to you. He also takes a lock of your hair and twirls it onto his index finger while you tell him a story, winding it and unwinding it around his fingers. he’s very casual in the way he touches you all the time- an arm on your shoulder, hand on your waist, brushing hair away from your face. he has to constantly be touching or holding onto the small of your waist. he keeps a palm firmly planted there no matter what, people can walk around you.

— DABI:

touya’s eyes always flick between your eyes and your lips when you talk to him, he nods slowly so you know that he is listening. even if he gets a little sidetracked. he tilts your head up with a crooked finger when he wants to kiss you, staring you down for a second before finally pulling you up to meet him. he has a permanent smirk and hooded eyes- he always looks bored and hot. If he ever sees you anywhere near a wall, you will be pinned against it- at least twice a day. he smirks down at you if you get flustered, running his thumb over your bottom lip. if he’s even a centimetre taller than you, he’ll use you as an armrest just to see you huff and punch his shoulder.

changes in 1 year for you life...

everthing about my paid readings and spells

pile 1

Many here may be feeling disillusioned or drowning in loving illusions, something like that, as if they are only sure that it will work out with this particular person, but it's okay if it doesn't resonate, this message is not for everyone, it is for a small group, you You will free yourself from some thoughts, you will be able to travel more, explore more, leave your comfort zone and explore what you want, come out of your shell, you will put love on the back burner.

pile 2

some are in a big impasse, they feel tired and exhausted from something, or from life itself, a lot of work, you will become a more understanding and loving, caring person, you will open your heart in a way that everyone will find you kind, at least on a first impression when meeting you, but there is still work to be done (?), if you are looking for a loving relationship, I see a very prosperous and beautiful one in your paths.

pile 3

I see a relationship term here, a relationship that you may not see now but is toxic and sucks you in somehow. You will become more visible because you will take better care of yourself, if you have dark circles they will disappear, I see you happy walking alone and doing your things, you can learn a new hobby.

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Everything is good

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