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The Burnt Rose

Prompt:  

Imagine you’re a Victorian woman and somehow end up betrothed to Sherlock. It was not your doing, but you are not unhappy about it because he seems respectful, polite and rather gentle, on top of being incredibly handsome.BUT as soon as you get married and you are his, he changes completely and he becomes a dark, primal beast with you.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader (2nd person pov)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dub!Con, deflowering, rough possessive primal sex, biting, arranged marriage, breeding kink, creampie.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Thank you lovely anon for this amazing prompt. I was having an emotionally stressful day and writing this one-shot helped me deal with my pain. I do love writing about the darkness in Sherlock, so this was great to work on. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my close friend and muse who beta’d this story.

Title: The Burnt Rose

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PAC: THINGS YOU DO THAT TURN THEM ON & HOW THEY WILL RESPOND TO IT (18+)

Look at each pile and choose the pile that you can’t stop looking at, or the one that you always return to. For current partner and future spouse only, it doesn't work for crush. I use Tarot of Secsual Magic so the interpretation is a bit different.

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Important:

People with more masculine energy are the masculine. People with more feminine energy are the feminine. This isn’t about gender, everyone has masculine-feminine in themselves, some people have one stronger than the other.

Having more feminine energy does not necessarily make you act like a woman, having more masculine energy does not necessarily make you act like a man. I will use these terms in the piles.

PILE 1

Things you do that turn them on:

2 of Cups, The Fool, 6 of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Abs/Midriff

This message is for the person who holds a stronger feminine energy in the connection, this person’s feminine-masculine energies are quite balanced tho. If that’s you, then read this as it is. If you identify more with the masculine, you can read this as it is but you may also need to adjust the message to fit you.

When you act like you don’t need/seek their attention or validation. When you are in your ‘I’m the boss’ or ‘I’m that independent bitch’ mood. When you are immersed in your own thing, when you are busy doing your own work. For those of you who like to read/learn; when you do this alone-- away from them (in another room, etc), basically just minding your business in your own space.

Your pride. When you play hard to get. Every time you look polished or pretty after dressing up. Your side glance, you may like to give them that look; maybe you like to roll your eyes a bit or give them that sultry ‘I’m too cool to feel impressed’ side glance. When you act like you are not impressed and refuse to give them the attention-- they usually know that you do this on purpose. Your energy feels independent and cool/detached, or your demeanor is like this.

For women, when you wear thigh-high stockings, especially when they have garters/straps. For men, when your thighs are exposed or look big/strong when you sit. When your person feels challenged; when they feel like they need to be better or try hard to get your attention.

When you touch their abs/midriff. When you touch/rub your stomach. When your shirt or skirt rides up a bit and exposes more of your skin. When people/other suitors pay attention to you. When you low-key act like you are a prize. Skirts or/and loose clothing that fall nicely on your curves, can turn them on easily.

How they will respond to that arousal:

9 of Pentacles, King of Swords, Spitting, Bossy, Music

This person likes challenge, they feel aroused by it. So when this happens, naturally it makes them want to conquer the challenge. At first, they may pretend that they are not aroused and things are going just fine. They may 'sneak up' and act when the time/place is right. Almost like hunting.

For example, they may wait until you enter the bedroom and when the door is closed before they have their way with you. Or they may ask you to follow them to a place that they know will give them the space to do what they want to do. Sometimes they will bicker with you, or make you bicker with them to rile you up; they take the edge off their arousal this way.

They will want to get you under their control and 'conquer' you; to make your pride and independence melt away under their touch and kisses. For those who are into men; to have you at their mercy, begging and mewling as they pound/fuck you. For those who are into women; same thing, they may want to be on top of you and get you drunk in lust.

To show you who’s actually the boss. The idea of you 'melting' under them and seeking the pleasure (that they give you) feeds their ego. Conquering a strong person makes you the strongest; that’s the logic.

Astrological placements:

This person may have Fire Mars or Venus, or have these planets in fire houses. Aries or Leo placement. Could also have Mars in the 1st or 10th.

PILE 2

Things you do that turn them on:

6 of Wands, 2 of Swords, 10 of Pentacles, The World, Shoulder blades, Curly, Smile

This message is for the person who holds a stronger feminine energy in the connection. If that’s you, then read this as it is. If you identify more with the masculine, you can read this as it is but you may also need to adjust the message to fit you.

When they look at you, your pretty/handsome face and are reminded of how lucky they are. When they look at you and their mind goes on thinking about the shape of your body and how you feel. When you are shy or when you blush; when you look away and smile shyly especially after they tease you or make flirty comments, and especially when this makes you push them away a bit.

For women, when you wear a skirt and sit with your legs spread slightly, when you bend or stick out your butt as you sit. Little movements or posture that accentuates the curves of your body. This person may like to stare or pay attention to the details.

They get a little aroused when they see you lying down, maybe because it reminds them of sex or it makes you look accessible. For women, when you act feminine or in your feminine energy. For men, when you act like you have decorum and class. There is something that feels luxurious/elegant about you, without the snobbery. Like you are a princess or a well-mannered prince. You just look like this in their eyes.

Maybe not every time but when you are in the shower; when you send a picture of you in the bath/shower, or when they see you in a bathtub with bubbles around you. When you wear a bathrobe after you shower. When you are doing your skincare or grooming routine after showering. Your shoulder and shoulder blades. For women when you wear clothes that expose your shoulders. For men, when you are not wearing a shirt.

How they will respond to that arousal:

10 of Wands, Knave of Pentacles, Healing, Swallow/Taste

They will want to have you right away. That arousal usually comes with frustration, and so they will want to release that frustration by exerting some force and pushing things to the maximum. They may just grab you and rip your clothes off. They may kiss you roughly and deeply, sticking their tongue inside your mouth and dry humping; to make you feel them, to make you feel how much they want you.

For those who are into men, they may also imagine grabbing your hair and having you suck their dick and swallow their cum (or having their cum all over you), to mess you up a little bit and fuck that shyness/elegance out of you. For those who are into women, they may like to mess you up a bit and leave you breathing heavily and dizzy with arousal. This person likes to grab and squeeze, because the arousal is frustrating.

Most of them after a while tho, after the initial frustration has been released, they will ease back to their normal self, which will reduce the intensity of the sex/action, and turn it into something gentler and soothing. Almost like, they will want to soothe you after messing with you.

Astrological placements:

I’m not getting any specific placements, to be honest.

PILE 3

Things you do that turn them on:

King of Cups, Death, 3 of Cups, King of Pentacles, Arms/Hands

This message is for the person who holds a stronger masculine energy in the connection. If that’s you, then read this as it is. If you identify more with the feminine, you can read this as it is but you may also need to adjust the message to fit you. It could also be that you both swap the energy/role sometimes.

Your authoritative vibe. When you are being intensely you, when you talk passionately about something or when you approach life with so much depth; it’s almost like you have this dark wisdom about you. Like a survivor. Like someone who has been through hell and survives. Like someone who has conquered demons. Whenever you are in this energy, without being pessimistic and soul-sucking, it makes you look hot-- sultry. Your maturity, your control, your composure, your power. When you act like you are not aroused or easily affected by seduction.

Yet, also when you are being lovingly dependable, when you take care of them, especially when they are sad. This person may seek healing from sex and sensual touch. When you just approach them and start pulling their attention and focus towards you.

When you initiate sex, when you take charge at first and then let them have it; let them get drunk in lust. It turns them on even more when they can see that you enjoy it, enjoy them and what they do; it's like an honor. When you touch/grip their arms. Your touch sometimes can just turn them on, maybe you have a lingering or languid touch, or maybe they are just weak for you.

How they will respond to that arousal:

The Empress, 8 of Cups, Massages, Public

There are two sides of them; the one that wants to just follow their desire, and the one that wants to be loving because they think you deserve the best treatment. The latter feels like they want to wrap their lust in romance, love and servitude. They may start with the latter first before it gradually turns into the first one a.k.a it's when they start to push; gasping for more as if they are losing control.

They will treat you like the queen/king you are. There is a feeling of wanting to serve, wanting to impress. They may like to start sex with oral; tasting you and pleasing you that way so you are happy with them, so that they get more and more aroused to the point of not thinking about anything else besides fucking you or being fucked by you.

Sometimes they may hold back tho, like they don’t dare to desire it. They may suppress the arousal and feel it in their body instead, almost like savoring the feeling/sensation and feel it swirls and pools in their abdomen, thinking about having you instead of actually doing it.

If you are in public, they may also take the edge off by holding, caressing, stroking your hand(s), your thigh(s) or your lower back. They may also entertain the idea of fucking you in public, so people see that they are the person with the privilege to touch and feel you that way.

Astrological placements:

They may have Water Venus/Mars. Or Libra, Cancer, Virgo placements. This feels like Venusian or Moon energy, or Venus-Saturn aspect.

PILE 4

Things you do that turn them on:

The Magician Rx, Death Rx, 7 of Wands, 3 of Swords

This message is for the person who holds a stronger feminine energy in the connection. If that’s you, then read this as it is. If you identify more with the masculine, you can read this as it is but you may also need to adjust the message to fit you.

If you are the feminine, this person likes to feel like they are your savior/protector. If you are the masculine, this person likes to feel like you are their savior. Whoever the savior here, gets turned on by submissiveness and helplessness, because these things appeal to their dominant energy. The masculine here is quite dominant.

If your person is the masculine, then they get turned on when you act like you need them. I don't want to make them sound like a prick because the energy isn't malicious or unkind, but they may also get turned on when you are sad. It doesn’t mean they will definitely initiate something just because they feel aroused, it depends. They like those moments when you are not in the mood to take care of yourself, because then they can take care of you, take off your clothes for you, fix your hair, etc. It turns them on.

When you act like a baby. When you sulk/pout. When you need love and attention. For women, when you hide yourself in their arms, as if making yourself small. When you seek their protection. When you struggle doing something. When you need directions and guidance. It's not that they always get completely turned on by these things, but these things may ‘flicker’ it a bit, these things make their lust start to hum.

During sex, you acting like you can’t take it-- may turn them on even more. So you squirming or whining that you can’t have that toy inside you because the sensation is too much, will make them want to do it even more.

How they will respond to that arousal:

Ace of Pentacles, The World, Different positions/places, Orgasm/fluid/cum

This person likes to take care of you obviously, their lust is mixed with their desire to comfort you, hence why they can get turned on when you are sad. They will respond to that arousal by spoiling you with attention, with pleasure, treating you like you are an expensive dessert and they are a gastronome.

They may start by soothing you, hugging you and kissing you everywhere. But then they will slowly take off your clothes, and before you know it they are between your legs; opening you up for them by fingering you or eating you out, or stroking/sucking your dick. This is the type of person who says things like “shh, it’s okay” while fucking.

They like to have you anywhere and in any position, this person may manhandle you a bit and bend you however they want. It's not rough tho. It’s slow, it’s gentle but firm. When you need help from them, they may ask for something in return as a ‘payment’, they may do this teasingly.

They see sex as a form of comfort, so this is how they like to comfort you. They may also see making you cum as a good way to distract you or move you away from whatever that is troubling you. You always end up wet and sticky with all the fluids whenever they get their hands on you.

Astrological placements:

This person may have earth Mars or Venus, or these planets in earth houses. Like. Definitely earth.

I joined the COD fandom a week ago and with my height of 158 cm I felt like this.

Literally us.

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.”

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.”

Late Bloomer (Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-CON, LOSS OF VIRGINITY 

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Summary: Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack.

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