His Hands Are Big. So Big. Thinking About It More Thoughtfully, You Realize Every Part Of Him Is So Much

she wanting more

: bonk, horny thoughts 😔

mm neighbour!toji deliberately wearing skin-tight white shirts for him to shrug off whenever he mows his lawn because he knows you’re watching from your kitchen window.

neighbour!toji inviting you to his house every game night. he has his other friends over but his full attention is always on you — it doesn’t matter if his team is making their play, all he is focused on is you. he’s a little possessive too: he always has an arm ‘casually’ looped around you or thrown over your chair, always has his head inched towards you to hear you better, always refills your drink or offers you food, always making small talk about your work and your week and everything and anything in between.

neighbour!toji coming over to fix your sink or your washing machine or to help you clean your pool. you greet him by the door and he’s leaning on the post, his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his lips tugged in a lazy smile.

“hey, darlin’,” he greets. “lemme check what’s bothering a sweet thing like you.”

you giggle, tucking your hair behind your ear. “oh, you,” you mumble, aware of the tingle in your cheeks. you swivel, tilting your head for him to follow you in.

he grunts but he doesn’t move. not yet. he lets you walk ahead of him to watch the way you strut back into the comforts of your home. he savours the way your hips sway, your pyjama shorts softly riding up with every rub against your thighs. he waits with bated breath, knowing what’s coming next.

his veins go up in flames when you bend over to pick up guest slippers for him, your shorts hitching up enough to have your red lace panties peak through. he almost whimpers when your shorts kept riding higher, leaving the the fat of your ass exposed. christ, he breathes in sharply, you look absolutely ravaging.

he doesn’t even hide the desire in his eyes when you turn to look at him because he knows. he knows that you deliberately tease him only to act coy after. he knows that you like him just as much.

neighbour!toji fucking you in mating press. he always wanted to fill you with his cum; always wanted to stuff you full and leave you drunk off of his cock and his cum. he always wanted your breasts pressed flat against his, always wanted his lips locked with yours. it doesn’t matter if you can’t even kiss him back with the way your lips are stretched as moans and squeals and sobs fall from them because he’s always wanted it messy.

always wanted to leave evidences.

“to-i!!” you squeaked after aborted ah-ah-ah, your hands scratching at his back in an effort to ground yourself from the dizzying pleasure. “so deep! so deep!”

he laughs as he continues to humps your pussy, dragging his cock at your walls with every erratic thrusts. “yeah? y’ feel me reaching so far in you, huh? y’ve never been fucked like this, haven’t you sweetheart? haven’t been filled properly the way this pussy deserves? oh, doll,” he croons.

“well, here’s good news for you: y’r needy cunt will never be lonely again.”

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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 :)

serendipity || captain allen x reader

for @thedevianthunterrk800 who unknowingly dragged me into the pits of hell dau. now i can’t play or watch footage without focusing in on this man. 

“I’m sorry, ma’am but no press are allowed on the premise without strict permission.”

The accusation nearly stuns you at first, before you realize in fact that you never quite shed your work clothing before venturing out. Not that it did much good now that you were caught red handed, you plucked your badge from you neck and offered a placating smile to the receptionist android.

“Sorry, I’m here on personal business not journalistic ventures.” As if to prove your point, you rose the hand clutching the bag of take out. “Just a wife bringing dinner to her husband.”

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everything is going to work out even if it seems so scary and unknown right now. every little thing is going to be ok and you will end up where you are meant to be.

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.”

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