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monsterbunny69 · 1 year ago

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Julian devorak x Gn!Reader smut part 1

18+!

Context: you and Julian have come up with an agreement where if he has a sex dream you are allowed, and have his consent to, wake him up by giving him a hand job or blowjob. Tonight is the night you finally get to execute this.

Hehe

Mc’s POV

Stir awake after feeling Julian toss and turn a few times in his sleep. I sat up, thinking it was a nightmare at first “jul-“ I begin to call his name and set my hand on his shoulder before I am interrupted but a low, desperate sounding moan. I freeze, not knowing what to do. He shuffles again, laying on his back now. I debate waking him up to ask what he was dreaming about because I know if he’s having a wet dream he’ll be very embarrassed~

Instead I decide to slide under the blankets, planting myself slowly and carefully between his legs. As I do this I hear him moan again, a little louder this time. I have the blanket covering me up to my neck so I don’t get cold. I set a hand on his left thigh, trailing it up his shorts that he slept in. His skin is flushed pink and warm, his breathing is picking up a little. I finally look down at his crotch and see his bulge pressing against the fabric. I bite my lip a little and reach up, beginning to stroke and massage his hard on over his pants. His dick twitches in his shorts as I palm it, drawing a breathy moan from my sleeping lover. I stroke him with a good grip so it feels like he’s fucking something, which causes him to jolt his hips forward into my hand. I’m glad he is a heavy sleeper because it’s interesting to see how his body reacts to my touch without him being awake to suppress its urges. I don’t stop stroking until I see drips of precum staining through his shorts. I stop the movements of my hands and slowly drag his shorts and boxers down his pale thighs so he won’t wake up. I sigh a little, knowing what I’m about to do will wake him up eventually. I watch as his dick twitches, leaking precum onto the shirt he slept in. I look up at his sleeping face, it’s flushed and there’s a bead of sweat on his forehead. Whatever he is dreaming about has him really fired up. I scoot a little closer to Julian, gently grabbing his erection and wrapping my lips around the head, sucking and licking on just the tip to test the waters. My actions cause him to let out a loud groan and I freeze, not wanting to wake him just yet. Once he settles again I start bobbing my head, sucking his dick all the way down to the base. He thrusts his hips forwards again in his sleep, so I pin him down, hands gripping his thighs. I don’t mind if I leave bruises on them, Julian has a thing for marking. Then I keep blowing him, speeding up. He is moaning a little with each dip I take and eventually his eyes flutter open, and I catch him staring at me with half-lidded eyes and desperation. “G-good morning to you too” he says, biting his lip and arching his back straight after. I try not to smile as I keep his hips pinned and my lips wrapped tightly around his twitching cock. Now that he’s awake his hands are gripping the bed sheets beside us and he’s moaning as loud as he feels like it- which is pretty loud. His moans are music to my ears and motivation for me to keep giving him the best blowjob I can. “Ah! Mc-“ he cuts himself off with another moan, back arching off the bed. I abruptly pull away from him, licking my lips. He whimpers and locks eyes with me “t-that’s not fair” he huffs, letting go of the bed sheets. I knew he was getting close, and I want to make him beg for it. “You know what I need from you first” I say, doing my best to be intimidating. He huffs, I can watch the gears turning in his head as he tries to decide whether he wants to be a brat or obedient. I cross my arms and give him a look, he knows I won’t let him cum if he’s a brat. Julian locks eyes with me and almost immediately softens his gaze and slumps back down on the bed “please make me cum” he gives me the same half lidded look as earlier, a red blush dusting his cheeks. I chuckle at him “good choice~” I reply, grabbing his wrists this time and pinning them by his sides. He’s avoiding my eyes now, embarrassed by how turned on he is. Instead of jumping right back into blowing him I lean down farther this time and place kisses on his thighs. I stare up at him while I do this, causing him to swallow and stare at me in awe. I then bite into one of his thighs hard enough to leave marks, causing him to moan loudly, balling his fists. I smirk and continue to bite along his thighs, leaving behind bruises and hickeys. When I’m done I look up at him. He lets out a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes, leaning his head back against the pillow. I remove my hands from his wrists and place them on his hips again.

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pinkpantress444 · 2 years ago

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~ Real Life Julian Devorak (Evgeny Shwartz)

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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 5 months ago

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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚔 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft magic(obvi lol) + Anilingus, fingering, nipple play, handjob, belly bulge, (is it still called a creampie if it’s in your ass? idk) anal creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own The Arcana or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,869

��𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes non/dub-con voyeurism(unintentional and unknown until near the end), Two(2) uses of Y/n, 1st person POV; AMAB!Reader, no pronouns or gendered language used for reader but AMAB terms used for genitalia, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: The audience is mostly only mentioned at the end but as we know with the theme of the series, y’all got some watchers ;)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I shoved Julian desperately against the wall and crashed my lips to his, his grip tightening around my waist, digging in perfectly. My hands clutching the collar of his shirt to drag him down to meet my lips(the tall bastard) quickly shifted to the task of removing the offending clothing. I just about had his shirt all the way down his arms when he stopped me.

“Darling, what about our, ehm, audience?” He asked, sending a quick glance out to the bustling crowd just outside the alleyway we had chosen to inhabit.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got this,” I muttered against his lips with a smirk. I pressed one more kiss to his lips before pulling away and grabbed my bag that I had tossed down beside us. I fished out an herb that Asra had told me about a few years ago. He said that it creates essentially an invisibility dome if you set it in a line around yourself. Of course, that was a rushed and oversimplified explanation as he had to rush off because Portia had accidentally set something on fire.

Doing as told, I made a line a bit down from the alley’s mouth and hurried back to my tall red-headed lover, not noticing the single clove I knocked out of place in my haste. Though the missing incantation would be our main downfall.

I muttered a reassurance that now we had our privacy before delving back in. Our tongues clashed wetly and small moans escaped us both as we let our hands wander. I thought I heard a gasp from the mouth of the alley but I figured it was just something happening in the crowd so I continued to ravish my lanky doctor.

My nails raked down his chest and stomach before they landed at the bulge in his already tight pants. His breathy moan spurred me on as I massaged the tent and slid my hand up, away from it, for only a moment to undo the knot of the wrap that was cinched around his small waist.

“You really are quite eager, huh, darling?” Julian teased, though the same could easily be said about him with how flushed his cheeks were and how quickly he moved to pull my loose top off my body. I chuckled at him and kissed him eagerly again as I finally got the blasted knot out of the tie keeping me from my goal.

“What, and you’re not?” I shot back playfully before my breath hitched when his big hands clasped around my hips tightly, the way he knows drives me crazy, and started mouthing at my neck. “Fuck.. Julian…” I sighed at the pleasure the simple acts gave and continued on with my attempts to get past the remaining layers of fabric that separated me from my lover’s divine cock.

“Of course I am, darling. I cannot wait to ravish you. To please you.” He cooed into my ear and moved his hands to my waist slowly enough to make me feel it. Suddenly his grip steeled and he lifted me up at the same moment that he spun around to press me against the wall. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips when he hoisted me up and moaned when he pressed his body against mine and switched his hold to my thighs.

“Fuck, Jules, you always know what to say to get me all hot, huh?” I teased, though the feeling of his spectacular dick, still within the (loose) confines of his pants, pressing against my own had me nearly halfway crazy.

He chuckled and pressed forward to kiss me again and easily slid his tongue past my lips. The taste of ale was still strong in his mouth, as it often was, and the bitter taste had me grinding my hips with lust for my man. He groaned lowly into my mouth and adjusted our angles so that he could grind his hardon directly against where I needed him most. The feeling of the pressure he was giving against my twitching hole made me feel all the more wanton.

“Gods, baby, I need your cock so fucking bad,” I stated firmly, almost like an order with how badly I needed him to rearrange my fucking guts. His breath trembled when my demand clearly affected him. he eagerly responded to me by letting me down, albeit a bit reluctantly, and shuffled out of his pants. I quickly followed suit with my own trousers, the flowy fabric easily pooling around my ankles.

Quickly, I prepared myself for Julian to pin me to the wall again and make good on his promise to please me. Instead, I found myself spun around, bent forward, and bracing myself against the same wall with my hips out behind me. I made a noise of surprise at the sudden action but it quickly turned into a keen of pleasure. Julian’s deft fingers had my ass spread out for him and my hole on full display.

Julian sucked in a breath at the sight and quickly dove in. His tongue laved from my taint up to my asshole and he groaned happily at the taste of me. I moaned wantonly as he vigorously ate my ass and wiggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. I panted and moaned as his mouth worked me open and a sharp breath escaped as his hand found my cock. His hand languidly moved in small, firm strokes at my base while he continued to drive me crazy with his hot, wet muscle.

To my chagrin, he took his hot mouth off my needy hole but it was soon replaced with two of his long, deft fingers prodding my entrance. Had I not been so enraptured by the pleasure of my boyfriend’s fingers thrusting inside of me, I likely would have, even vaguely, noticed the mutter of ‘Holy shit’ at the mouth of the alley. However, I was much more preoccupied with Julian’s, now 3, long fingers hitting my prostate over and over again.

“Fuck-! Jul-Julian..! Gods, hurry, it’s fine just-! Oh Gods just fuck me already..!” I cried out when my cock was leaking enough that a full glob of pre dripped down onto the ground. His gruff chuckle sounded from behind me and it sent shivers up my spine. As he spread his finger a few more times for extra measure, he kissed up my back from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck. Finally, his fingers slipped out of me and I groaned when he purposely hit my prostate again on the way out.

“You ready, darling?” He asked lowly in my ear as he guided me with deliberate movements to turn around and face him. He hoisted me up again and with one hand firmly on my hip and my back against the wall, he positioned his tip at my entrance. I don’t know when but he had slicked up his cock with, presumably, spit. The cool wetness pressing against my spasming hole filled me with excited anticipation.

“For you? Always.” I flirted and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips before he pushed in, his bulbous tip stretching my ass for the rest of him. A deep, wanton moan left me at the stretch. While he was more on the lengthier side than on the thicker side, he was still very much adequately thick that every time he entered my tight puckered hole, the stretch always left me near speechless. As he stilled for a moment to let me adjust once again, he leaned forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss, tongues clashing wetly and saliva sloppily dripping down my chin.

Julian’s hot and eager lips moved away from my own, much to my displeasure, bringing a needy whine from my throat when he didn’t let me reconnect our lips. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled against my body as he trailed scorching, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, biting and nipping every so often.

“So impatient,” He teased against my throat where he had stopped to suck a hickey into the flesh, “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to keep you waiting much longer, darling. My darling, Y/n.” The heady words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“You… better not, Julia-aaaaah-!” I cried out when he bottomed out inside my ass with one quick thrust, filling me deeply in a way only he can fill me. He moved his mouth along my throat once again once he was seemingly satisfied with his darkened mark on my skin, claiming me as his and showing it off. I felt his teeth scrape against the side of my neck, just above the juncture of my neck and shoulder. With his cock nestled fully inside me, he sunk his teeth into the flesh, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave quite an obvious mark. The sudden jolt of pain made me cry out in surprise and the shot of pleasure that accompanied it.

“Holy fuck-! Oh Gods, Julian, oh fuck yes…” My voice trembled as he released the skin and lapped at the mark at the same moment he pulled his hips back, sliding halfway out of me. The slide was just this side of excruciatingly slow before he snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the base once again, crashing his hips against my butt.

“Feeling good, my darling?” I could feel the smirk against my skin as he teased me and as much as I wished I could give him a witty retort, the increasing movement of his hips effectively scrambled my thoughts. “I told you I wouldn’t keep you waiting, didn’t I?” Julian spoke into my ear with a husky growl. I could hardly do more than nod dumbly and voice an incoherent sound of agreement. As he picked up speed with his thrusts and his movements of his large hands wrapped tightly around my hips, he kissed and laved down my skin to my chest.

His back arched out slightly as he kissed at my pec and left smaller hickeys and love bites around the area and laved over my nipple. With how much he tweaked and teased my chest whenever we made love, he had conditioned a sensitivity there and it made me moan loudly, being paired with his rough thrusts into my asshole.

“Holy shit… Holy fuck.. Oh Gods, Ilya!” I moaned out with each time the new position made his cock hit my prostate over and over again.

“Oh, fuck.. Do you have any idea what you do to me, my darling?” he growled and straightened his back to slam his lips against mine. I knew exactly what calling him by his real name did to him and I fully intended to reap the benefits.

His mouth moved excitedly against mine, tongue dominating mine and exploring the cavern he knew like the back of his hand. His thrusts held a new vigor to them and his speed increased more than I thought possible, especially in this position. It felt like he somehow was reaching even deeper inside of me, almost like he was literally rearranging my guts with every powerful plunge into my hole.

As he ravished my mouth and his cock filled me over and over again, his hand crept up my body and roughly toyed with my chest. A moan, one that would not be out of place in a whorehouse, erupted into his mouth and he swallowed it up eagerly and increased his actions further. His fingers delightfully stroked down my body with feather-light touches and reached my weeping, neglected dick. As he pounded my ass, his long fingers wrapped around my member and rubbed my length in an opposing rhythm to his thrusts.

The sensations alone were nearly enough to make me cum. Though when we had to separate for air I had to rest my head against his shoulder, my muscles weak from the exertion. I let my eyes simply rest where they automatically looked instead of trying to look up at my lover’s face. And my eyes just so happened to be angled at the opening of the alleyway. There, I saw a small crowd had gathered. With the looks on their faces and where exactly they were staring, it was fairly obvious that they could see us. Through my hazed mind, I vaguely was able to wonder how they could see up with the herb acting as a barrier, though that train of thought was quickly discarded in favor of the pleasure coursing through my being with my boyfriend still ruthlessly pounding me.

I forced my muscles to lift my head to reconnect our lips with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and let my whorish moans out between each connection of our mouths.

“Ilya.. Ilya..! Oh gods, I’m- Oh fuck, I’m gonna-!” My shouts were cut off by the blinding pleasure that shot through my very being, my vision whiting out and the only sensation I had was Julian still jackhammering my insides.

“Go ahead, darling, oh fuck, go ahead. Cum for me, my darling. Fucking cum for me, Y/n!” Julian cried out while ropes of my sticky cum sprayed out over our abdomens. With my hole and my inner walls clenching around him as he pistoned his hips against mine, he neared his end quickly.

“Oh, darling, oh my darling.. I’m going to fill you up, gonna fill you up so fucking full. Gonna shoot my load inside you. Would you like that? Huh? You want me to fuck you so full of my cum that you’ll feel me for weeks until I fuck you full again? Gonna feel me right here,” during his rambling, he moved his hand that had jerked me to completion to rest on my belly, bulging with every deep thrust he made.

He pressed his hand down on the bulge and it sent a new wave of pleasure through me. It seemed to do the same to him, if his growling moan was anything to do by. I could only dumbly nod and whine out pleas for him to do just that, to fill me to the brim. My unfocused eyes flitted to the opening of the alley and when I caught sight of the crowd again I weakly grinned as the small audience we had accumulated watched my lover wreck me.

Noticing my split attention, Julian shot a glance at the opening to the street and saw our little crowd of voyeurs. Had he not been so deep in his pleasure and so far gone to the ecstasy, he may have cared that we were being watched. In the midst of his peak, however, he couldn’t bring himself to give them much of a second thought. As he felt his end arriving, he leaned into me and sealed my mouth over with his and when my tongue entered his wet cavern, his cord snapped and he did just as he’d promised.

His cum flooded my ass and his stuttering hips still fucked me through his orgasm, pushing his spunk further inside me with each new thrust. Finally, his hips slammed into me one last time with the last big spurt inside of me. My moans were, albeit muffled, heavy with pleasure and lewdity. Once his balls were emptied inside of me, he broke the kiss slowly, letting our tongues loll out of each other’s mouths and messily let the thick ropes of spit connect us before breaking to drip down our chins.

“Do you think they enjoyed the show, my darling?” Julian’s teasing voice broke through the deafening sound of us panting and huffing for breath after that.

I weakly chuckled at him, “Well, if they didn’t then they must be blind.” He smirked along with me and rested our foreheads together.

“Do you know why the barrier failed, anyway?” Finally having caught my breath enough to actually think, I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“I think… Asra might have had more to tell me but he had to run and stop your sister from setting the shop ablaze… Again.” I panted and glanced at the herbs and noticed the clove out of place, “And I guess I was a little.. overexcited earlier.. And I knocked one of the cloves out of the line.” I was flushing with both embarrassment and a hint of amusement.

“Darling…” Julian chuckled and shook his head and rested his forehead back against mine, “What am I going to do with you?” I fought to contain the large, amused smile threatening to split across my face.

“I can think of a thing or two,” I shrugged with a cheeky smirk and got a chuckle from him.

“Let’s get home first, I think we’ve given them enough of a performance,” He motioned to the small gaggle of people still gathered with a small tilt of his head and his eyes following suit with a flick. I laughed and nodded as I pressed forward to peck my lover’s lips.

“Sounds good,” my eyelids fell halfway to give him a sultry gaze, “Ilya.”

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beanswrites · 1 year ago

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Taking Care Of You ♡︎

this little drabble was requested (or more so forced to request) by the absolute wonderful @bananasharkie, who everyday helps cure my boredom with her ideas. and her love for julian. we love you, sharkie💗

i keep swearing i don't do the arcana anymore and here i am, very much still doing it

pairings: Julian Devorak (from The Arcana) x fem! reader

tags: fluff (like loads of it), comfort, cuddling, taking care of him, suggestive, implied smut, drunkness

summary: you take Julian home after a night of drinkining and take care of him

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"Okay, come here, big boy.."

You pull him on the soft duvet of your room, towering over him in worry.

"You finished the water that I gave you?"

Julian nods, a little ashamed and hell of a lot embarassed. He hated that he had put you in a position where you had to take him home, or care for him.

"..'M, sorry.. Sorry, darlin'.." His words are slurred, incoherent - but you can sense the outline of a sencere apology in them.

"For what, Jules?"

"For mak'ng ya' take care 'f me.."

You search the shelfs of your and Asra's shared home, looking for a simple soberity potion to help him with his state.

"It's no trouble, Ilya, really. I don't mind taking care of the man I love. Plus, you know that I worry about your, darling"

His cheeks flame up along with the tips of his pale ears as you hand him the potion. Yet, he also feels immense guilt. It was never his intention to make you worry about his well-being, he never wanted to upset you in any way!

The doctor gulps down the potion in one go, feeling tired, but much better.

"Good?" You ask, gently laying down next to him.

"Yeah, good, uhm- Thank you, MC. Really. I promise it won't happen again, my love, I didn't know where to go and I didn't wanna sleep in my office-"

"C'mere, you big baby." You pull him by his bone-y shoulders and manouver him into your arms. The top of his auburn head is resting on the curve of your chest, your arms tightly around his back and waist. "You know you always have a place to sleep in my arms, right?"

Julian doesn't respond, wallowing in your scent with his eyes closed. He starts pressing shallow kisses on your chin and jaw, almost like silent little "I love you"s. With each passing moment, his kisses travel lower and lower, getting more fiery and passionate with each one. The underside of your neck, your collarbone, you shoulders... All the way down to your stomach, where his long, precise fingers work hard to unbutton your housedress.

"J-Julian? What are you doing?" You manage to stutter out as his kissed get lower and lower....

"Repaying you, doll. You take such good care of me, that I just wanna take care of you too.."

that's all for this one, i hope you like it!! thanks for reading!! and thank you, sharkie, for always handling my boredom perfectlyy🫶🏻

sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm beyond tired rn since it's like 12 am

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bardass · 2 years ago

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Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Relationships: Julian Devorak/Reader, Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Julian Devorak/You, Apprentice & Julian Devorak Characters: Julian Devorak, Apprentice (The Arcana) Tags: Horny, plot? what plot, I'm definitely in it for the plot, Library scene, because who doesn't like a sexy makeout scene, bottom!Julian, Switch!Apprentice, flirty MC, just unabashed flirting, Self-Indulgent, am i using a self-insert? who isn't, julian is ticklish and i WILL abuse this knowledge, we'll never get any work done like this, GN apprentice, Smut, basically smut, not explicit, Gender Neutral Apprentice, Gender-Neutral Apprentice (The Arcana), The Arcana (Visual Novel) - Freeform Summary:

Horny library scene rewrite:

MC is hungry and Julian lookin' like a snacc.

Wrote this a while back but figured I’d post it since this is the fandom website. Enjoy <3

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to-the-stars8 · 1 year ago

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Until the Moon Stops Chasing the Sun

Julian Devorak x MC/Reader Summary; Julian admits that he loves you, and always will-Even when the feelings aren't reciprocated.

A/N: Hey guys! I've actually had this fic held up in my vault for a little while. You just gotta excuse the mess. This was actually one of the chapters from my really old story of Lamentation of the Apprentice before I just straight-up abandoned it. I've rewritten it from first person because that just fits my style better and makes it more flexible for you guys. This, obviously, takes place before mc's death. Also, there is smut, so 18+ and MDNI

You turned at the sound of your name, knowing it was Ilya before seeing him. His voice was thick with a Nevivion accent that had your name feel like a brush of soft wind. Ilya, though, did not look as he sounded, he was lean and moved with little grace. He stumbled toward you as he arose from his spot at the desk, long legs likely tired from sitting too long. Even in the candlelight and days without washing, his hair seemed like a soft fire that curled in perfect licks of flame upon his head.

You reached out to touch it as you handed him some papers he had asked for, noting aloud that he needed a bath soon. He sheepishly said that it was a consequence of working too much.

“A break would suit you,” You commented over your shoulder, disappearing behind the maze of bookshelves.

“I…I return the sentiment to you, beauty,” His voice was distant, becoming louder as he drew closer. He found you with a smile, sliding behind you as you looked up at the towering shelves. You tried not to pay attention to how he smelled of sweet cider.

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in the memories, thinking of the time Ilya had confessed that he was smitten with you and gave you a kiss. At first, you were nearly nauseated by the feeling of someone else’s lips as only Asra had ever kissed you. It was a pity that when he kissed you for a second time you only thought of your white-haired magician. It had taken nearly all your concentration as he and Asra felt completely different. Asra’s lips were plump and warm, and his hands, like him, always wandered. Ilya’s kiss was a stiff wildfire that dared not spread too far for fear of being put out.

You had pulled away out of guilt, telling him that there was no room in your heart for him. Ilya understood, saying that when there was room he’d be there waiting. From that moment on, it had been the little touches and assurances on the worst days that started to clear Asra from your mind. It caused some internal torment, but, like always, Ilya was there to comfort you.

What brought you back to the moment was finding the book, and you shook off the thought as you started to reach for it. Ilya was quick to intercept it, reading the title aloud with a mischievous smile.

“The science of dreaming,” He seemed amused. “I, uh, did not think you took to the more…factual parts of the world.”

You laughed as you took the book from his hands, smoothing your hand over the cover. When the laughter died on your lips, you thought of how to respond that would not have Ilya fussing over you. “I just keep having the same dream is all.”

There was a pause before a quiet question hit the silence between the bookshelves. “What of?”

You finally looked up to meet Ilya’s eyes, answering just as softly, “You.”

It pained you to say it aloud because, as much as you dreamt of him, Asra was like the ghost haunting every aspect of your life. You had spent too long loving him to let go of the rotting love deep in your heart.

Yet, there was Ilya, so fresh and kind. All he’d ever shown you was kindness, even when faced with rejection. He harbored no ill will toward you, accepting everything you had given him so happily.

Ilya said your name and it sounded like a stone skipping on water. When he started to lean down to kiss you, you did not fight his affection this time. Perhaps, it was selfish of you to take what he was giving with Asra still there in your heart. Yet, you could not stop the fire Ilya had started lit against your skin.

His lips followed the same patterns as Asra’s once did, down your jaw, up the hollow of your neck, and just about everywhere you would let him. As he did, you let the book drop from your hands to thread your fingers into his hair to see if the locks would burn you.

Before you knew it, his hands were finding their way under your clothes, desperate touches that he had yearned for since before you had turned him away. You returned the feeling, relishing in the touch of a lover after so long, quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt to feel up his chest as the two of you backed up into the bookshelf. His skin felt hot, and you were not surprised by it as he burned with every ounce of passion that he had.

All of it you knew should have been spent on someone else. Someone better.

When he had lifted your skirts up around your hips, revealing all the parts you had shown only one other person, Ilya’s eyes admired your nakedness. He took in every part of your body like you were a breath of fresh air after he’d been drowning. His eyes flickered back up to yours and you found yourself terrified to look at him, too ashamed of yourself for taking something that should have not been yours to begin with.

“Ilya, perhaps we should—”

His fingers were ghosting over your sex, barely touching before pulling away at your words. The smile he gave you was full of heartbreak, and he whispered, “I know you do not love me.”

Somehow, you found yourself unraveling under his gaze just as you did Asra’s once. “I do. As a friend.” You assured him and yourself.

Ilya nodded his head and squeezed his eyes shut to keep tears from falling out. “I know. I know.” He looked away and sniffled. “But, may I say this?”

No, you wanted to say, do not say it, Ilya. You were holding onto your constraint by a string. At that moment a thousand thoughts rushed through you. Usually, when you were overwhelmed by this, it was Asra who you thought of. It scared you when the only name that came to mind was Ilya’s.

“Yes, you may,” you whispered.

Ilya smiled and stared down at the book before giving it back to you. He looked at you like he was expecting something, perhaps for you to stop him. “You, uh, you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I…I still find myself thinking of you daily, in so many ways—That is, um…Perhaps I should—I love you is what I am trying to say, damn it all!”

I love you. It was the first time anyone had ever told you that before. Asra never did in the six years you had known him, nor in the three you had been together intimately. You hated yourself for not saying it back, for just not feeling the love for him as much. I love you. I love you, Ilya. You begged your heart to say it, but it was unrelenting to let go of Asra.

Ilya studied your face for a moment as a doctor would then let out an airy chuckle. “I wanted to tell you this because, in case anything happens to me, I needed you to know.”

In case anything happens to me. The plague had gotten worse, and you knew Ilya was more aware of how severe it truly was yet that did not stop his determination to help. Truly a doctor through and through.

“Ilya,” The string had turned into a thread and you were leaning up to kiss Ilya again. He kissed you more passionately this time. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you enjoyed it.

Finally, the thread snapped.

Hiking up your skirts again, Ilya delved into feeling every part that would only be known to the two of you. You gasped into the kiss as his long, slender fingers prodded through your folds before finding your clit. As he worked circles on you, you worked on his trousers, pulling at them until his cock sprung free. Ilya moaned against your mouth, thrusting forward when your hand touched the already leaking tip.

When your eyes met Ilya’s, you nodded your head lightly before taking your hand away from him as he did the same. He gave himself a few pumps before aligning himself up to your entrance. After ensuring that you were okay, he thrust forward, making you gasp.

Within a moment he was inside of you, making you feel whole for the first time in so long as well as different, too. Never before had you had sex with anyone other than Asra, so it was foreign to you to get used to someone else’s touch. Ilya was just as gentle, though, as his thrusts were not hastened, but slow. It made you feel longed for as he felt up your thighs and placed wet kisses over your face.

He said your name again and again like a mantra. A prayer. A title of a book that he wished to never forget.

You did not say his name back. You were terrified that if did Asra’s name would fall from your lips in habit and break Ilya’s heart further. Or worse, and somehow summon the magician to see you in such a state. Not that you would much care. All you could think of was how good Ilya had made you feel. It was like a spell that had you melting in his arms.

“I love you—gods, I love you,” Ilya whispered desperately as he pushed into you deeper. When you started to cry out, he captured your lips in a kiss, only pulling away to whisper some assurances.

With one hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself, you used the other to slip between your bodies and over your clit. You whined, turning away from him so he would not see the way you had started to unfold.

Ilya shook his head as he mumbled so pathetically, “Please, let me see you.”

You couldn’t, not with the image of Asra suddenly dancing in the back of your mind. By the gods, Ilya was far too good for you and you found yourself loving him for it. Burying your head into his shoulder when your orgasm tore through you, you grabbed at his arms, desperately trying to hold onto that fleeting love you had felt for him.

Ilya whined against your lips, mumbling too late about how he was going to cum before spilling inside of you. You soothed him as he said something in his native language into your ear.

“Ilya,” You whispered when he had recovered, and he looked at you.

He already knew.

He knew that it would be the last time. Still, Ilya took you into an embrace. His hands anchored you to him, and, in turn, you laid your head on his chest. Just a moment longer, it said. Pretend to be in love with me just a moment longer. And, you did. You played the part of a reciprocating lover, as much as it broke you to do so. Nothing in the world mattered. Not Lucio, Asra, Muriel—No one, but him. Your Ilya.

When the embrace broke and you fixed yourselves, it was back to being nothing more than friends. Ilya swooped down to pick up your dropped book, handing it off to you.

“I…I should be getting back to work,” He said sorrowfully, eyes not meeting yours. “I, erm, I will see you again? As friends, of course.”

You smiled at him. “Yes. Always, Ilya.” Before he could step away, and out of curiosity, you called out to him again. “Wait, what did you say?”

“I do not follow your meaning.”

“A few minutes ago.”

His eyes widened in understanding and he was quiet for a few moments before finally saying, “It, uh, is something we say back home in Nevivion. It means nothing of importance.”

You pushed the subject no further, but, still, were curious enough to jot it down in a folder of notes. It was a topic to dwell on for a rainy day so you thought nothing of it. Ilya left without another word, and you went back to my room the same way with your book in hand.

After that night, the two of you started to drift apart. The plague had gotten worse, and you eventually found yourself sick as Ilya drowned himself in work. It pained you to see him neglect himself, and angry that Lucio relished in it. Pushing and pushing Ilya until there was no more than the shell of a beautiful human being.

Before the beginning of the end, you wondered what would have happened if you had fallen in love with him. You pictured yourself running away from Vesuvia, going to his homeland Nevivion. Perhaps the two of you would visit the salt baths that he always said had healing powers. Your heart swelled at the thought of him talking of home as he always got a hopeful, starry-eyed look that had your heart fluttering.

With your death, you hoped that Ilya would stop falling for you, and for a time, he did. Asra, the same person who had such a hold on the love of his life, took your place. Ilya tried to find your touches in him, to recreate what he had felt that one night in the library with you, but it all had turned cold.

Asra had found your notes and asked him what some piece of Nevivion gibberish you had written meant. Reluctantly, he answered.

I will love you until the moon stops chasing the sun.

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littleplace · 4 days ago

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THINGS TO KNOW: RULES & REGULATIONS +

I don't want to see: Racism, Discrimination, Sexism, Homophobia, Heterosexism, Bullying, Pedo/Zoo, gross requests, and OVERALL bad behavior. Since this is literally fanfics, there is no need to be emotional.

WORST OF THE WORST: it's important to note that content on this page will include NSFW posts. Read knowing that such content may/will include; gay/lesbian smut, straight smut, supernatural beings, different time periods (which will host different/outdated events/ideology), possible religious themes, SEX (dub), POSSIBLE-cest, yandere themes, monsters, dark romance (blood/death/body horror/triggering themes), bdsm elements (roles, sadism/masochism), etc… PROCEED AT YOUR OWN WILL POOKIES!!!! You've been warned.

I am always taking requests! | will write for; Male and GN Readers. I might write for Female Reader, I’m just uncomfortable atm. Any rude request will be ignored and/or blocked <3

Characters Available:

the Sturniolo's • Nicolas, Mathew, Christopher.

Five Nights at Freddy's • William Afton/Steve Raglan.

CreepyPasta • Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci-Toby, X-Virus, Bloody Painter.

Gravity Falls • Bill Cipher, Stanford Pines/Gleeful, Stanley Pines/ Gleeful.

Hannibal 2013-2015 • Hannibal Lecter.

Kimetsu No Yaiba • Tomioka Giyu, Kocho Shinobu, Mitsuri Kanroji & Iguro Obanai, Uzui Tengen & his wives, Rengoku Kyojuro, Muzan Kibutsuji, Doma, Akaza, Gyutaro, Daki.

Boku No Hero Academia • Shigaraki Tomura.

Predator • ...

Hazbin Hotel • Alastor, Lucifer.

the Arcane: League of Legends • Jinx, Silco, Sevika.

the Arcana: a Mystic Romance • Nadia Satrinava, Asa Alnazar, Muriel, Portia Devorak, Julian Devorak, Lucio Morgasson, Valerius, Vlastomil, Vulgora, Valdemar.

Undertale • Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, Blue, Honey, Oak, Willow.

Shameless • Carl Gallagher, Fiona Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, …

MISC • Art the Clown, …

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nebbyy · 7 months ago

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Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post.

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

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monsterbunny69 · 1 year ago

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Julian Devorak x Gn!Reader smut part 2

18+!

I lean down and slide his thick cock into my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head faster than before. Instead of gripping the bed sheets, he brings an arm up to his mouth and starts to bite and muffle his moans into it. He starts to subconsciously buck his hips again, of course I pin them down and stop sucking so I can drag my tongue up and down his shaft again. He gives me a pleasing look and I giggle, knowing he’s desperate to finish but too embarrassed to ask again. I go back to sucking him off and begin using my tongue on his top form time to time. The room is filled with sounds of his muffled (but still loud) moans and whimpers. He puts his arm down, a bright red and purple bite mark in place of his mouth. He lets himself groan and pant as loud as his body wants him to as he approaches his climax. I look up at him and memorize his features- his eyes shut right, a little blood on his lip from the biting, and his mouth open wide to moan as much as he wants. I look back down and focus on letting him finish for now. “M-mc I’m so close..” he huffs out, nearly drooling. “Please can I…” he trails off into more moans and grunts, increasing in volume. I don’t answer him and just keep sucking, I let go of his hips so he can thrust them freely which is the final thing that sends him over the edge. I keep sucking his dick as I feel his warm cum shoot into my mouth and listen to him moan my name, loving the sound of him saying it so desperately and breathlessly. Once he is done riding out his climax high I pull off of his dick, leaning over and grabbing a tissue to spit his semen into before tossing it into the trash beside our bed. “How was that?” I ask, grabbing his arm and bringing it to my lips to press a gentle kiss to his bleeding arm. “Really good” he answers, still trying to catch his breath. I smile and lay beside him, kissing his cheek “maybe we can switch places later” he says, laughing a little. I snuggle into his chest, avoiding his now injured arm “I’d be happy with that…but I would like to pick the situation” I giggle, trying to save my ideas for later. “Deal.” He says before pulling the blanket over us.

#the arcana #julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x reader #muriel the arcana #the arcana julian #muriel x reader #fanfic #julian devorak angst #julian the arcana

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lovely-dove69 · 1 year ago

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Red Curls

Julian Devorak x F!reader smut!

"Love, I'll need you to calm down so I can get in~" He cooed in your ear, his red curls tickling your cheek. As you slowly relaxed, he eases his dick inside you.

After you gave him the go, he thrusted roughly, red pubic hairs brushing against your clit. You clawed st him back, making him grunt and dick twitch. "M' gonna fill you up~" He kissed your cheek, looking at you with pure love.

After rounds of love, you both relaxed, embracing each other.

#the arcana #julian devorak #Smut #the arcana smut

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renadactyl · 10 months ago

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Introduction!

Hello! You can call me Ren or William and I go by he/they/it pronouns. I’m quite new to Tumblr so I do apologize for any mistakes I may make along the way while I get to know this social media. I’m a multi-fandom fanfiction author, and I’m always open to certain requests! Here’s some more about me so you know what fandoms I write for and what I will and won’t write:

Fandoms I’ll Write For

ANIME:

Moriarty the Patriot (favorite fandom)

Jujutsu Kaisen (fourth favorite fandom)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (fifth favorite fandom)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Spy x Family

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LIVE ACTION TV SHOWS/MOVIES:

BBC Sherlock (third favorite fandom)

Fleabag

The X Files

Game of Thrones

The Artful Dodger

VIDEO GAMES:

Genshin Impact

The Arcana (second favorite fandom) (still in the middle of playing all the routes, but I’m already obsessed)

BOOKS/BOOK SERIES:

Sherlock Holmes (series of short stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

MUSICALS:

Les Miserables

Sweeney Todd

Hamilton

Moulin Rouge

Cabaret

Be More Chill

“Will and Won’t”s

Will do angst, fluff, comfort, smut, whatever you can imagine. I’m willing to write incredibly graphic and intense works, but when it comes to smut, nothing too kinky. And please, although it shouldn’t even have to be said, do not request smut for characters under the age of eighteen (I won’t do aged up versions of minor characters either).

Will do almost any ship, but there are some ships I won’t write for, specifically abusive ships and ships including incest or ships with large age gaps. Other than that, I’m pretty open for even some of the most wildest ships. There’s also a few characters I may refuse to write certain types of fanfiction for because of personal reasons such as them being a triggering character for me (such as Asuka from NGE), me despising their character because they’re a disgusting person (such as Mori from BSD), and etcetera.

Will do character x reader works, polyamory “x reader” works, and other various forms of that genre. I’m fine with pretty much anything.

Will do works featuring mental disorders including depression, anxiety, autism, ADHD, etcetera. I’m very open to whatever and whatever headcanons you may want me to include!

Basic DNI/WON’TS including: racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, pedophilia, sexism, anti-abortion… along those lines.

For more info on me, here are some little facts!

I have diagnosed autism, depression, and anxiety. I have undiagnosed ADHD.

I’m omni-pansexual and arospike.

I identify as a demiboy

I like to analyze characters a lot, resulting in plenty of essays on some of the characters from my favorite fandoms (especially BSD). If you ever want to request an analysis, that’s totally welcome too!

My top eight kins are William James Moriarty, Satoru Gojo, Julian Devorak, (BBC) Sherlock Holmes, Kaeya, Ranpo Edogawa, Fleabag, and Osamu Dazai.

My current top five favorite ships are Sherliam (from MTP), Kawoshin (from NGE), Satosugu (from JJK), Johnlock (from BBC Sherlock), and Asrian (from The Arcana).

I am unhealthily obsessed right now with The Arcana’s Asra.

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 1 year ago

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Saw you did some hc’s for edging and overstimulation! If you don’t mind, could I request maybe the m6 edging/overstimulating the MC too? Ty!

Late edit: " Write as spicy as you want, and I mainly like Julian and Asra! "

Of course you can ask! So, here's something more specific about the MC being edged/overstimulated :)

Silly post decided to be published before it was ready (nope: I accidentally put it on programmed instead of drafts. I do this to be sure to never delete a request by mistake). I'm writing them right now! So sorry for the inconvenience ^^"

Overstimulation and Edging Vol.2

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Tw: domination, crying, public, group

Considering how Julian is a big fan of quickies, for you being edged is a daily occurrence. He takes every occasion he can get with you, and between him being pretty quick and having so little time, you often get so close to coming without actually having an orgasm. Julian's shoulders and neck are covered in small half moons where you planted your nails into his skin out of frustration each time you felt him sliding out of you before you could have your release. You hate and love when, out in public, he kisses lightly your fingers telling you "Later, my love... later", acting as he didn't just came inside you minutes before, leaving you unsatisfied.

It's a game between you two, and he expecially loves how rough you become at night when he's had fun with you the whole day without giving you the time to come. Those nights you fall asleep on his drained and bruised chest, with him caressing your head in pure, exhausted bliss.

Asra loves to mess with you. Sometimes, when you're making love, he suddenly stops and gets up as you're about to come, and announces in that soft and kind voice of his that you don't deserve to come since you haven't been a good enough apprentice that day. The contrast between his tone and his words leaves you always speechless. But it doesn't end there: he will tease you again and again, touching and kissing you to bring you again on the verge of the orgasm, and then leaving you again. Every time you beg him to let you come, he smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your strained face. He has a box of marbles, and he moves one into his pocket each time you beg him for an orgasm.

It's often late at night when you're woken up by his light kisses on your back and neck and caresses all over your body. Without a single word he's inside you, having you moaning with pleasure, touching you until you come in an explosion of pleasure. It's only at that point that you realize he put a certain number of marbles in you hand, just as he removes one... before going back to kiss you, touch you, stretch you, ignoring your complaining of being too sensible. You begged him so many times to let you come, before... now, he'll listen to each and every pray.

Nadia loves to overstimulate you. Her lingering touch is a sweet torture on you, and so you wriggle and twist in the bed as she pacefully reads a book, with one of her steady hands firmly placed between your legs.

Edging you it's more a mental thing, though. She keeps flirting with you when you're not alone, and her hand casually ends up on your inner thight under the table. It drives you crazy and leaves you wanting for more and ready to burst.

She loves when you're in the carriage together. She jokes that it's one of the only times when she enjoys to knee in front of someone. With your clothes pulled up and her head between you legs, she gets you to almost came... casually, right before you have to get down the carriage.

Lucio loves having you begging and crying into his bed. Some days he wakes up rather demanding, and he wants to see you come again and again, as if he wants your moans to be his soundtrack for the day. He starts fucking you himself, and when he gets tired of fucking you he has someone doing it for him as he watches and listens. Sometimes he has you and your partner in the next rooms, and solves his duties as he listens at your desperate orgasms on the other side of the wall. When you meet him again at night, you're exhausted and sensible... the count thinks that is a great time to have you come again with him inside you before going to sleep.

Other days, he wants to be selfish. He fucks you as he pleases, without touching you or bothering to make you come. It's frustrating, but you love it. He literally wants you to get off the bed and on your knees, begging him for one little orgasm... he's a magnanimous lord and grants your wishes, but not before taking advantage of your such inviting position.

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