𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒?

I NEED PERV HEADCANONS FOR EVERYONE….. pls…

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ft. eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard

— explicit content ahead: panty + bra stealing, manipulation, upskirt photos, nonconsensual voyeurism, masturbation, “innocent” touching (ulterior motives)

— note: anon you are a genius... im planning on doing more, especially with the girls!

okay. eren? watch out.

one of the main things perv eren does is masturbate over pictures of you. he doesn't even need porn; he just opens your social media to find at least one photo and fondles his cock over the phone screen

you guys went to a photo booth at the mall once and took photos together. when eren got home, he masturbated and covered the roll of pictures in thick white cum

most of it was directed at the photo where you both were jokingly sticking your tongues out. the pose was his idea as he said it’d be funny – when in reality, he wanted to do it because it’d be easier to imagine what you’d look like kneeling with your mouth open, waiting to swallow his seed 🥺

speaking of photos… eren has secretly taken upskirt pictures of you before. he is so sly with it too; he waits until you’re distracted and then opens his phone’s camera, angling it right under your skirt. he snaps the photo quickly and then shoves his phone back into his pocket, smiling innocently when you turn back around

eren does have moments where he feels bad, of course — you’re his best friend :((

but the exhilaration he gets from doing these things??? it prevents him from stopping

HE HAS THE DIRTIEST FANTASIES

fucking you in a shirt of his is one of them. so, one day, eren purposefully spills his sprite on you at the dining hall. he apologizes profusely, waving you toward his backpack. “i brought an extra shirt you can wear.”

and you accept the oversized fabric so gratefully, so sweetly that eren could fuck you right then and there. the feeling only increases tenfold when you emerge from the bathroom dressed in it

when you give the shirt back to eren the next day, he doesn't hesitate to take it home. he lounges on his bed and sniffs it; it smells like you now, and he just can’t get enough.

that night, eren uses the shirt as a pillowcase — just so he can bury his face in it as he lays down and fucks his cock with his fist, grinding against the mattress. he inhales your scent over and over, picturing that you’re right next to him

he looks at your chest a lot too. lots of sneaky peeks.

when eren passes you sometimes, he’ll place a hand on your lower back and gently move you to the side as if he’s saying a silent excuse me.

in reality, he just wants to touch you

perv eren is DOWN BAD. HE IS A FIEND THAT THIRSTS FOR YOUR PUSSY ON THE DAILY. 🧎🏼‍♀️

one of the most seemingly innocent closet pervs EVER.

armin is smart as hell, and he definitely uses that to his advantage. he’s also a good manipulator, so expect to get exploited a lot 😳

armin convinces you to study with him a ton. he tells you that the classes on your schedule for next semester are extremely hard — a total lie — so you should start studying with him now. even though you don't understand it, you meet armin in the library anyway

after all, armin knows you’re a hard working girl, knows you’ll come sit with him, just like he wants <3

armin feels TERRIBLE. he’s not dumb; he’s aware that he’s taking advantage of you

but can you really blame him? you’re simply too pretty, too nice, so sweet. your body is amazing, always beckoning him :((

armin touches you fleetingly at any chance possible, making it look like an accident every time. even the simplest caresses gets him hard as fuck in his pants.

when your knees brush together? armin is holding back a shaky sigh. when your fingertips touch as you pass something to him? he’s imagining them swiping the head of his cock. and when you whisper in his ear? armin shudders and has to excuse himself, coming up with a reason for his departure

you have no idea how many hours armin spends stroking himself nonstop, wishing you were poised in front of him, begging for him to cum all over your pretty face

SUPER OBSERVANT. armin is an analytical thinker; it’s easy for him to memorize everything about your body. he can tell what bra you’re wearing based on how your chest feels against his when you both hug — and even by the outline of it through your shirt

armin feels guilty about it, but he thinks about taking that bra off and squeezing your boobs together, just enough for him to urge his dick between them and titty fuck you. he imagines how his cum would shoot out and coat your chin, your cheeks, your beautiful face.

he imagines that when he goes to pull away ... fuck, you dart your tongue out to lick the head of his cock and collect whatever strings of cum are left hanging off the tip

masturbates constantly to the idea of it. a menace :)

super good at hiding the fact he’s a perv (thanks to his exceptional poker-face)

jean has been over to your house so many times; he knows the layout, knows your room like the back of his hand, knows exactly which drawer holds your panties and your bras. the second you leave the room to get snacks or use the bathroom, he’s instantly making a move to take something

and of course he feels bad. jean has always had a strong moral compass, and has always been able to differentiate between right and wrong. but when it comes to you? fuck, he’s willing to break a few rules.

his favorite way to take your things though? sifting through your hamper.

it’s become a regular thing at this point; jean steals a pair of your panties and a bra. he stuffs them into his pants before you come back, and by the time you make it to your room, he’s already lounging on the bed again on his phone. it’s like nothing happened

jean clenches his jaw from the adrenaline of it, from knowing that this isn’t right: but he still doesn’t put them back. he needs to have some alone time with them, at least once

once jean is home, he’s pulling your undies and bra out. he opens the panties up, lightly brushing his nose right into the fabric where your pussy would sit. they’re used and they’re perfect.

he throbs knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, and nearly loses his mind wondering if you ever watched porn in them — if you’ve ever gotten wet, dampening the fabric and rubbing your clit through them

jean can’t stop picturing it: you calling his name as he suckles on your itty bitty clit, licking and devouring everything you give him

before jean knows it, he's a shaking mess, panting like a bitch in heat as he humps his cock into your panties without a thought in his dumb, vacant brain

jean reaches his climax after imagining the look that would be on your face as he rips you open on his cock, your voice sobbing out, “w-we’re best friends, we shouldn’t be doing this–!” before you cum again and again and again.

jean pulls out of the underwear to cum all over your bra, staining it with webs of white and groaning out your name, smearing his seed into the fabric until it absorbs it

don’t worry about cleaning them though; he’s always sure to throw your undergarments in the wash before secretly bringing them back to your house when you invite him over

he takes pride in knowing that your breasts will sit in the cups he once spilled all over

that’s not it, though. jean glances at your boobs, your ass, your lips. he grits his teeth at the thought of demolishing every part of your body, and gets hard when you smile at him so sweetly.

the deadpan look on his face?? it does nothing to give him away <3

THIS MAN. connie is probably the most obvious and also the least ashamed of how big of a pervert he is 💀

he comes up behind you and says “oh, you’ve got something on your pants,” before brushing his hand over your ass a few times, pretending he’s getting a piece of fuzz off

newsflash: nothing is there :)

and maybe you have a lil feeling that he’s not being entirely innocent, because connie squeezes your ass for a millisecond before pulling away… but he readjusts his backpack over a shoulder and keeps walking ahead. maybe it was nothing

but to him? it was certainly something

connie ALWAYS climbs up the stairs behind you. always.

if you question him about it, he’s instantly saying “ladies first” with the cheekiest grin on his face. you just assume he’s being goofy, and part of him is — but the other part loves seeing your hips move as you ascend every step.

when you wear skirts? he is instantly taking a photo to save to his camera roll. your pretty ass cheeks just call his name <3

sometimes connie purposefully knocks something out of your hand (your phone being his main choice) just so he can stare at your panties + ass when you bend down. cleavage is a HUGE win for him too. boobs or ass, connie doesnt care. as long as it’s on you, its fair game

connie lovessss snapping photos of you too. you could be doing anything with him and he’s whipping out his camera, telling you to strike a pose. it comes across as one of his childish games, though he just takes the pictures so he can jack off to them later

the second connie opens his camera roll later that night, his tongue is running along his front teeth, dimples showing out of delight. he’s excited because he knows he’s going to cum so fucking hard. just look at you: so beautiful and innocent, unknowing as to what he was going to do

connie is such a bastard too, because he’ll purposely send you a dick pick  — waiting until you say something out of shock, and then replying “i didn’t mean to send that!”

in reality, connie just wants you to see how thick and plump his cock is, all in the hopes that you’d let him fuck you :((

god, connie masturbates for at least an hour to the thought of you sending him nudes back, cumming all over his phone. he keeps having to wipe the screen down with tissues and soapy water, but it's fine — the image of your cheeks getting painted in his hot, white seed is enough to satiate him 💖

honestly, reiner HATES being a perv the most

he has an extremely guilty conscience, and every time he does something questionable, it haunts him

and yet, he can’t stop thinking about you. thinking about your thighs, your tongue, the plushness of your cunt.

one of the things he’s done?? reiner stole your vibrator from your bedside table.

it was such an impulsive thing, done so fast in the spur of the moment that reiner didn’t realize he did it… not until it was too late to put it back 😭

reiner doesn’t even feel worthy of holding it; he cups it in his giant palms as he sits on the edge of his bed, staring down at the bullet vibe, wondering what to do. it’s a pretty color, one he expected you would like

and he can’t stop thinking: this was on your cunt at some point. it was inside of you. you probably came on it.

those thoughts alone have reiner shimmying his hard dick out of his sweatpants and turning the vibe on. he presses the toy to his cockhead and moans as it vibrates, stirring up his nerves so deliciously <3

reiner bites his lower lip to suppress his groans. the swell of your tits in your shirts and your pretty thighs come to mind — he’s stared at them long enough to know every detail about. all he can do is rock against the vibrator, thinking of you being here with him and watching

knowing that this vibrator was once pressed up to your clit — and now it’s on his dick — is what makes reiner cum.

he orgasms all over the toy, groaning out a broken “oh fuck” along with a pitiful “sorry” because he already feels so horrible :((

as a perv, reiner also goes out of his way to find porn of girls who look like you or sound like you. because he has an affinity for LOUD nasty sex, he’s always searching for new audios to masturbate to, imagining that it’s you on the other side of the screen

reiner can see it already: him pushing you against the wall and the sickening squelch of your drippy pussy being rocked into, the bedframe hitting the wall

he humps pillows too. but that’s not his fault, is it? sweet boy is just so worked up — even pretending his fist is your cunt doesn’t get him off anymore

reiner is so big that he has to sandwich two pillows together and slide his cock through the crack where they meet, slipping it in and out, breaths coming out in small pants

reiner orgasms really fast this way too, a polaroid photo of you clutched in his hand as his jaw falls half-open and he cums during a particularly hard thrust

poor perverted reiner loves you so much and just doesn’t know how to contain himself. you’re his best friend, and the last thing he wants is to ruin your relationship 🥺

so, for now, reiner decides he’s going to keep doing this; being lewd and depraved, maybe stealing a few more of your things and cumming onto your pictures. he already has plenty of sins, so what’s a few more? <3

BIG PERVERT. TRUST ME.

constantly thinking about fucking you. CONSTANTLY.  the slightest look at your breasts or your smirk have his thoughts running rampant. he’s horny when you touch his arm, when you lean against him, when you do pretty much anything that entails you coming into contact with him

porco gives you his jacket when it’s chilly outside — and while he does it because he cares — he also does it so he can put it back on later and bathe in your smell.

porco had one of his birthday parties at a pool. he doesn't even like swimming that much; it was just so he could see you in a swimsuit

porco walks around with his hands in his pockets most of the time. it’s something you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

but little do you know, that sometimes, he’s brushing his fingers over his hardening cock as he wets his lips, eyes on you

one time, porco went into your house unannounced to give you something. he didn’t think it was a big deal; he’s been there multiple times, and you’re close friends, so you probably wouldn't care anyway…

but when porco sees your door cracked open and peeks to see you masturbating, his original task is forgotten. the sight leaves him stunned, mouth dropped open, cock leaking through his boxers

yeah, porco knows peeping is bad – but he never said he was a nice guy.

so he records the whole thing on his phone, holding his breath and fondling his dick through his jeans

porco suddenly fantasizes about what his next move should be: realistically, he’s going to pretend nothing happened. but in his head, he’d love to bust through the door and pin you down. he wants to fuck you, wants to teach you that it's unsafe to expose yourself like this when someone could be watching

that’s the funny part: porco is 100% a hypocritical pervert

if he sees someone ogling at your body, or intentionally brushing up on you (exactly how he does it, no less) porco is fuming. absolutely pissed.

no one should touch you like that unless they have pure intentions, unless it’s an accident. porco is the only exception, and he tries to make sense of it in his mind: you two are friends, so it’s a little better if he does it, right?

oh well, who gives a fuck — that’s how porco prefers to see it. whether it’s right or wrong, he doesn’t tend to dwell on it. he’s too impulsive for that 🙄

you’re just amazing, made to be fucked dumb on his cock. porco can’t stand not doing anything about it, so he tries to get some sort of relief by buying a fleshlight

he makes sure that the skin tone on the toy matches yours perfectly; it makes it easier to imagine it’s you.

and god, porco pretends nonstop. he masturbates with it every night after you unknowingly tease him by hugging him, smiling at him, batting your lashes.

porco can’t get enough of it. and while he’s sure that the fleshlight doesn’t even compare to the way your pussy must feel, he pictures that it’s your cunt on his cock — the inside of it velvety smooth, stroking up and down as he rocks his hips up into the hole — and fuck, he loses his mind. the image of your face screwed up in pleasure has him tossing his head back, brain nearly shutting down

porco climaxes into the fleshlight with a primal growl, chanting your name and panting breathlessly, filling it up. once everything is said and done, he gathers some of his cum and slathers it all over the fake cunt, huffing.

he wonders what it’d be like to do the same to your pussy lips 💖

porco washes his hands of course, but expect him to touch with you the same fingers the next day :)

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Your Future Spouses Job

Due to derivative astrology the 4th house rules over our future spouses career. Here are some possible careers your spouse could have with each 4th house placement. Remember that there can be more interpretations than this, but these are only some examples

Aries 4h: Firefighter, athlete, rapper, race car driver, fighter (example: ufc fighter), cop, military soldier/veteran, er dispatcher, personal trainer/bodybuilder, entrepreneur

Taurus 4h: Chef, accountant, banker, singer, podcaster, sales worker, radio host, fashion designer/stylist, model, botanist, financial manager, financial clerk, food service manager, marketing manager, cashier

Gemini 4h: Writer/journalist/poet, social media influencer, teacher, comedian, podcaster, politician, radio host, public speaker, librarian, videographer, counselor, game designer, tutor, neurologist, driver (examples: door dasher, bus driver, uber driver, etc)

Cancer 4h: Baker, real estate agent, nurse, nanny (example: travel nanny), home/interior designer/architect, marine biologist, carpenter, construction worker, counselor, professional cuddler

Leo 4h: Actor, entertainer, athlete, talent agent/director, event/party planner, theatre teacher, music teacher, hair stylist/barber, concert promoter, any career involving fame

Virgo 4h: Doctor/nurse, nutritionist, vet, comedian, news reporter, interviewer, personal trainer, therapist, lawyer, farmer, librarian, botanist, housekeeper/maid, counselor, tutor, dentist, dermatologist, neurologist, zoologist, social media influencer

Libra 4h: Singer, dancer, model, artist, fashion designer/stylist, wedding planner, makeup artist, lawyer, dermatologist, barber/hair stylist

Scorpio 4h: Detective, cop, psychologist, funeral director, coroner, banker, sex worker (example: stripper), tax preparer, bikini waxer, forensic pathologist, criminal psychologist

Sagittarius 4h: Teacher, comedian, pilot, flight attendant, astrologer, news reporter, casting agent, religious career (example: pastor), lawyer, librarian, philosopher, photographer, interpreter/translator, tutor, tour guide

Capricorn 4h: Business owner/ceo, film director, publicist, archeologist, politician, entrepreneur, historian, financial manager, carpenter, construction worker, chiropractor, dentist, sales agent

Aquarius 4h: Engineer, scientist, rapper, social media influencer, film producer, inventor, dj, humanitarian, politician, graphic designer, entrepreneur, videographer, game designer, electrician

Pisces 4h: Singer/musician, actor, astrologer, psychic, hypnotist, astronomer, artist, model, lifeguard, marine biologist, creative writer, lyricist, any career involving fame

yo 😖this would make me fold instantly fuckkk. cw: fem! reader, chubby reader, face riding, praise. 18+

men who pragmatically live between your luscious legs, and eats your pussy as a hobby. you tell him that you don’t wanna suffocate him with your thighs, and he just gives you a reassuring smile — with slick running down his chin from devouring your sweet mess. “nah don‘t worry, princess i got you,” and you’re whining from his tongue that’s spelling out zigzagged letters and numbers on your heavenly twitching pussy. “gimme all y‘er weight, pretty girl. ‘m starvin’…” and you’re timid and hesitant, you hover, before finally sitting on his face. your fav lays his tongue flat against your folds too, holding your thighs firmly and he’s so into it — eyes closed, tracing circles and squares and rhombuses over your cunt with his skilled tongue. “atta girl,” he praises in a soft sweetened voice. you’re moaning absentmindedly, supporting yourself slightly by holding your weight into your quavering knees. his tongue is just abundantly playing tag with your clit — making sure to not miss a spot, kiss up and down the crevices of your plushy thighs while going back to feast on his favorite meal of the day. his eyes are half lidded once he gets a good glimpse of you, your trembling hands combing through his hair. “use my face, baby. you deserve it s‘much.” he tells you in a subdued tone, and once he feels your hips slow and start to shudder from his tongue, he gets a better grip to control your hip movements to vigorously ride his tongue at a more quickened pace. he grins pussy drunkenly, watching your eyes roll back in pure bliss. but fuck, being between your thighs was ultimate heaven to him.

GOJO, TOJI, SUGURU GETŌ, NANAMI, EREN YEAGER, JEAN, DRAKEN, CONNIE, DABI, HAWKS, KAKASHI, ZORO, BOKUTO, ARAN OJIRO, TENGEN, REINER, ARMIN

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.

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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.

YOUR 4H AND YOUR FUTURE SPOUSES CAREER(S)

Derivative astrology timeee

7H = Spouse/ Marriage

10H = Career

10 houses away from the 7H is the 4H

SUN/LEO

Your FS will probably be someone who is quite popular or even famous in their career field. They’re probably a very creative person as well. They might potentially be any type of entertainer so, singer, actor, comedian or dancer. They might also have a job that involves children’s entertainment.

MOON/CANCER

Your FS might be a realtor or someone who builds/ flips homes for a living. They might have their own brand/ business that sells self care products. They might also be very creative and artistic so a painter, poet, or singer is very possible as well. They also might be some sort of nurse, teacher, or social worker for children.

MERCURY/ VIRGO/ GEMINI

Your FS might be a writer, journalist, public speaker or teacher. Their career field involves education and/or the mind. Your FS might also be some sort of influencer or their career involves social media. (Specifically for Gemini) Your FS might be some sort of vet, doctor farmer, trainer or life coach. (Specifically for Virgo)

VENUS/ TAURUS/ LIBRA

Your FS might be someone who is very invested in the fashion, art and music world. Specifically for Taurus they might be a singer, interior designer, chef, model, or someone who works with nature. Specifically for Libra they might also be a model, politician, lawyer, couples therapist, or a party/ event planner.

MARS/ARIES

Your FS might be into the athletic field. They themselves might be an athlete or coach a team. They might also be a personal trainer. They might have an independent brand, label or business. They’ll most likely have a job that involves leadership so directing or being a CEO.

JUPITER/SAGITTARIUS

Your FS might be someone who could do any career and they’d be successful at it. Specifically, they might be the most successful in a career that involves traveling and exploring the world. They might be a professional traveler, tour guide, flight attendant, pilot, or professor who teaches abroad

SATURN/ CAPRICORN

Your FS might be into business and marketing. They are most likely into the more corporate side of business and heavily invested in investments and stocks. They might also be some sort of doctor. They also might be apart of a management company or they manage a bunch of people themselves.

URANUS/ AQUARIUS

Your FS might be into all things science and electricity, they might also be a social media influencer as well. They might be some sort of scientist, engineer, electrician, or neurologist. They might have some sort of online business or their career in loves being online. So maybe a YouTuber or Streamer.

NEPTUNE/ PISCES

Your FS might have a career that involves glamor and spirituality. They might va more flexible and laid back job. They might be an actor, musican, producer or singer. They might be into tarot, reading palms, astrology, and they might teach all of these things as well. They might also be into film and photography.

PLUTO/ SCORPIO

Your FS may have a career that is secretive, private or invades their privacy. They might be in a career field that involves research, physiology, investigation, or witchcraft. They might be in a position of power as well so some sort of CEO or business person who is really good at investing. They also might be into the police force, military, or banking.

What’s yours? Mines Scorpio 4H with Pluto/ Moon Sagittarius. 4H ruler being 4H Sagittarius Pluto/ 9H Taurus Mars.💋

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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.”