#julian smut

[shoyoist]

not sure if you're into dom!reader stuff but god I would Love to destroy isagi and julien in the bedroom.

— WILL YOU BE GOOD FOR ME ?!

content: gn!reader. dom reader. isagi: overstim, multiple orgasms, inexperienced isagi, praise. julian: handjob, blowjob, edging, begging. sae: he's a brat and you put him in his place. light slapping (not his face), degradation.

ft: isagi yoichi, julian loki + itoshi sae (for myself hehe) — . ｡˚ ♡ his fans could never guess how much he loves being fucked into a blissed out mess

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ISAGI is nearing his limit. you can feel it.

you can feel it, in the way his hips stutter and his cock twitches — throbs — against your slick, velvety walls as he tries to keep up with you, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth and blinking up at you through teary eyes as you laugh.

you're sitting on isagi's cock, riding it gently, working him through the orgasm he'd just had, smiling in satisfaction when you feel his cum drool out of you and make a mess on your inner thighs.

it drips onto him as he lays flat on his back on the bed, trying his best to be good for you — and his cheeks burn at the wet sensation, embarrassed as he realizes just how far he's gone.

"come on, yoichi," you pout, flashing him a look of faux sympathy as you rest one hand on his chest, feeling how warm he is as you sigh. "you've cum three times now and i haven't cum even once."

"'m sorry," he grunts, blue eyes narrowing with frustration — oh, he's so cute — as he reaches out and grabs your hips in shaky hands, pushing himself back against the pillows to angle himself higher again. "i'll — hah, i'll do it this time, angel, 'm sorry."

it's even cuter how he's still trying to stay in charge, how he calls you angel in that hoarse, fucked out whisper his voice has gone down to.

he's so sweet — trying his best, really, and you almost want to tell him that god, he's been doing great.

it's you that's been slowing down to a stop whenever the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and the hit of his cock inside you starts to knock your breath from your lungs.

stopping whenever you get even a little close to reaching your high, to let him catch a 'break' as you lean down to press kisses on his chest, and up his neck to meet his lips.

you've been edging yourself this whole time, isagi is just too fucked out — and perhaps a little too inexperienced, naïve <3 — to see that.

but he really is reaching his limit. you'll have to let yourself go this time, for both his sake and yours. "a little harder, yoichi baby. you just need to find the right spot."

he lets out a heavy groan in response, head tipping back and exposing his throat, adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, as he rolls his hips up and fucks his cock as deep into you as he can.

his balls slap at your ass along with the desperate twitch of his cock inside you, and he gasps — mouth parting so prettily, face and neck flushed all up as he tries to fight his overstimulation and keep going for your pleasure.

the sight alone is enough to make your orgasm slide that much closer to the surface. "yes, yes baby — just like that!"

you feel his fingertips dig harder into your thighs, rough enough to leave bruises as he holds onto you like he's holding your high in place, trying not to let it slip away as he thrusts into you over and over, needing the friction his body is giving yours and the hit of his cock into your wet walls to drive you over the edge—

he needs you to cum before he falls past his limit.

"almost there, yoichi, fuck!" you moan, and it's encouragement enough for him to continue. he wants to keep hearing you, wants your pretty fucking voice filling his ears as you cum, as you add to the lewd mess that's between your skins and all over the sheets.

"so good," you breathe, arching your back as you straddle him, your hips tightening around his pelvis as you shut your eyes and let yourself enter the rush of euphoria that comes with the orgasm you've been holding back for so long. "so good, yoichi — mm, cumming! 'm cumming, baby, ah!"

and god, isagi has been milked dry already but he could fucking cum again, to the sound of your high pitched whine of pleasure, to the erratic bounce of your gorgeous body over his and to the feeling of your orgasm as it wraps around his cock — it's so, so impossibly good.

"pretty," he rasps, watching you through bleary blue eyes as he still holds onto you, pulling you down onto his cock and sending a rush of pleasure through your body and a spike of overstimulated pain through his. "haah— so pretty. say my name for me, angel."

and you can't help but giggle as he says it again — calls you by that adorable petname that should really belong to him, by how good and sweet he's being for you.

but you deliver, because you'll do for your good boy what he wants you to. "mm, yoichi <3 so good for me."

and you feel how his cock twitches inside you again.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° JULIAN is a sweetheart.

both on the field and inside the bedroom. and this is proof — because you've been knelt between his legs for ages now, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other rubbing circles over his knee and up his thigh, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, as you offer nothing but little kitten licks to the tip of his drooling cock.

he hasn't complained once — hasn't snapped, hasn't grabbed your hair and made you take his cock in your mouth, hasn't been mean.

you almost wish he would snap — but he's being so sweet, so patient with you, watching with pleading brown eyes as you tease him, toy with him to your heart's content.

"baby," he groans, unable to take his eyes off your hand — your hand that stays so painfully stationary around his cock, and you know he's hoping you'll finally move it and stroke his length for him, make him cum. "baby, please."

"mhm?" you say it innocently, though what you're doing couldn't be further from it — and julian just meets your eyes with another pleading look, but see, that's the thing.

he looks so good like this.

so beautiful, his mahogany skin glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom, thighs and abs exposed to your viewing pleasure, arms pressed to his sides and hands gripping the edges of his seat as he tries to maintain composure.

"please, move your hand for me?" he asks through clenched teeth. and it makes you consider.

because if there's anything prettier than julian laying slack in his seat, legs spread and cock stiff in your hand as you tease him endlessly — it's julian laying slack in his seat, begging you to give him more as you continue to give him so very less.

"mm, which hand?" you ask, giving him a doe-eyed look as you trace his skin with your other hand. the skate of your nails across his inner thigh and around his full, aching balls is ticklish, and he flinches, cock jumping in your hand as you give it an experimental squeeze.

"the one you've got on my dick, baby." he breathes, brows screwing together as yet another pearl of precum beads at the tip of his cock. "please."

"please what?" you ask again, and it's so fucking infuriating — anyone else would lose it. but julian just breathes in again, grunting out a curse under his breath as you run your fingers too lightly up his length, to swipe at his tip with your thumb and collect the drop of cum, popping your finger into your mouth after.

"fuck," he hisses, watching with envy as you suck your thumb instead of his cock. "please, baby, i can't — i can't take it. need your hand, your mouth, anything — just make me cum, please."

but oh, you're so mean. you decide to push him one last time. "hm? say that again, sweetheart."

and you think he might snap this time, might finally lose it, needing his pleasure more than he wants to behave for you — but julian never disappoints.

"please make me cum?" he asks, voice thinning into a whimper as you caress his thigh again, making your way down to his balls once more. "please. need—need to feel good, baby. please."

and how can you say no to that? :(

julian cums embarrassingly fast when you tighten your grip on his cock and spit on it, pumping the length as you blow on his tip and take it into your mouth.

your soft lips and hot, wet tongue drown him in so much ecstasy all at once that after all that edging, he just can't handle any more.

"hngh—fuck! fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum—" his voice cuts off to give way to a breathy moan, his chest heaving and back lifting off the cushion he was laying against as he cums into your mouth.

hot, thick ropes of his cum coat the back of your throat as you smile around the girth of his head and swallow, sucking on him as you continue stroking his shaft, guiding him through his high and taking in every drop of cum he spills into your mouth.

"mm, s'good," you mumble, and his breath stutters, hips trembling and vision going blurry with how hard his orgasm hits him.

and you can't wait to keep sucking him off till he's had enough and starts begging for you to stop <33

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SAE thinks he can do as he pleases.

and he can! he can, most of the time. you're perfectly fine with it.

but if he thinks he can act up in your face, make it look like you're all over him, as if you're hanging on his arm and ready to obey his every command—

if he thinks he can behave so different (stoic, dominant and unaffectionate) in public, when you both know how he is in private (needy, whiney and always asking to be taken care of) — if he thinks he can get away with that, he's wrong.

"say sorry, sweetheart." you tell sae, giving his hip a sharp slap as he lays slack on the sheets — but even as his eyes roll back into his head, the pretty green getting lost in under his lids and his tears, he sucks in a breath and says nothing.

instead of just doing as he's told, he lets his head fall back into the pillows and pushes the air in his lungs out as a moan.

"think you can just be mean to me and i'll tolerate it, huh?" you say, other hand stroking his cock at a pace impossible for him to handle silently, smirking as the cherry tip leaks cum onto your fingers and trails down the back of your hand in twin milky streaks. "for all your high life, you still haven't learned any manners, sweetheart."

and honestly, it's true — sae is as talented and popular as he is arrogant, but you don't mind it, find it cute, in a way.

until it's directed at you, that is.

you're not just any fan of his, you're his lover. he should be sweet to you, both here and everywhere else. "be a good boy for me, sae. just say sorry, mhm? give me a real, pretty look and tell me how sorry you are, for being an asshole to me like that."

his hands curl into fists when you flick the blushed head of his cock, letting out a hoarse "ah, shit!" under his breath as he grabs the blankets, eyes screwing shut as he tries to stay controlled.

he's so cute, trying so hard when he's already fallen apart at your hands and at the sound of your smooth, silky, taunting voice. "or is it that you like being treated like this, hm, baby?"

his face is already red, cheeks dusted a warm pink, the tips of his ears red and his lips swollen from both your kisses and his efforts to keep his mouth shut — but when he hears you say that, you notice how he blushes even harder still.

of course he likes it. "a little slut, aren't you?"

"f—fuck," he hisses, finally lifting his face up and looking at you, and god, he's a pretty thing.

magenta hair all tousled and messy, hanging over his eyes and sticking to his forehead, gaze unfocused and mouth parted just a little as he lets out short gasp after gasp, in time with the motion of your first around his cock. "mgh—please," he tries, only to throw his head back and moan again, another rope of cum spilling from his overstimulated cock to drip over your knuckles.

he's finally said please — but you slap his thigh again, because he deserves it for taking his fucking time.

"there you go, sae. say that again for me?" you ask, giving his cockhead a little pinch, giggling when his dick jerks in your grip.

"please," he repeats, desperate for a break now. he just can't handle it anymore, the embarrassment, the demanding and the empty pull of his balls — he just can't. "i'm sorry, okay? i— fuck, i won't do it again."

"you sure about that?" you ask, and his eyes widen when he sees you readying your hand for another slap — and he nods, starts babbling, "i'm sure, i'm sure — fuckin' promise i won't be an ass again, so please, please, enough."

the sigh of relief he lets out when you let him go, before he flops back onto the bed, abs and thighs sticky with his cum and sweat and your spit — it's so cute <3 you nearly hope he'll do it again, just so you can take him back home and own him like this.

after all, he does like it.

"you'll be a good boy from now on?" you coo, giving him a kiss on his thigh where you'd slapped him, and he nods wearily, eyes shut. "mhm."

"then," you suggest, a smile creeping onto your face as you trace little hearts on his hip with your fingertip. "would you be a sweet thing and help me cum with that good little mouth of yours, once you've had a break?"

when he takes a minute too long to answer, you dig your fingernail into his hip, and you feel the rush of goosebumps that rise on his skin at the sharp touch as he nods. "m—mhm. i'll do it."

"aw," you laugh, watching how he blushes all over again. "such a good boy <3"

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Notes:

I tried my best to keep it gn/generic, hope it works well ♡

It's explicit and 18+. Being Julian it involves BDSM, but it TW'd any extras letter by letter :)

Let me know if I missed something!

It's a work in progress. I'll update this post and reblog it as I work!

This said, here's...

Julian Devorak's NSFW alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act) ♧

Julian is an aftercare PRO, expecially since he likes dangerous things. He has his doctor bag ready next to the bed, with a variety of perfumed healing balms and silk bandages. He loves to take care of any bruises and soreness you're left with - with his hands delicate as a summer breeze on your skin and his kisses light as butterflies. He's serious and attentive as he does so, and looking at his quiet and attentive face is lovely.

More often is you bandaging him though, and when you do he likes to tell you about his swashbuckling adventures. There's this game you do where every time you doubt his words you press a bit into his injuries... taking his breath away as his faces flushes.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers) [TW: group] ♧

If there's one thing Julian loves about you, is your hands. He stares at your fingernails trailing idly on his chest as he was hypnotized -and you soon learned that the only way to snap him back to reality is by sinking them deep in his skin-. He loves to kiss your fingertips and *casually* brush on your knuckles when you're walking close. He could tell your touch in a dozen -and you really did put him to the test-, and takes any opportunity he can get to bow and kiss your hand, as if he's meeting you for the first time each time.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it) ♤

He loves to see it -feel it- dripping from his body and yours. He could spend hours just looking at your exhausted body after you came, feeling the drops of your cum sliding on him, getting behind the rough ropes where it burns against his bruised skin. He loves when you play with it, idly painting your body with your wet fingertips as you tell him to clean you up with his kisses.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory) [TW: violence, blood] ■spoilers■ ♤

You know all those brawls he likes to get into? Well, they’re a sexual thing for him - i mean, of course they are a sexual thing. He's not just a masochist: he likes the violence, both received and given, and his magical mark allowed him to indulge in this pleasure quite a lot. It's something he'd never do on you -the idea of actually harming you makes his skin crawl-, but after a good fight where he punched some faces and got stabbed a couple of times, it's granted he'll be all over you.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing) [TW: ergh... dunno, unusual partners? Is this a tw really?] ♤

Another type of stories Julian likes to tell during the aftercare bandaging session is the sexual ones -And his stories are really worth listening, since they rarely involve "normal" stuff or, well, partners. He put his hands on any consenting antrpomorphic creature he met. Your favourite is by far the "technically sirens wanted also to eat me but BOI where they sexy", even though the "how eventually I got spared in the ship brawl" is a good one as well. This lead him to know countless alternatives to penetrative sex and really knows his way to make any body part shiver with pleasure.

F= Favorite position ♤

Being the grabby-grabby type, Julian loves being behind you -or, when anatomically convenient, below you, to have plenty of room to touch and sink his finger into your hips, belly, and... well, wherever they can get. When he's behind you, he buries his face into the side of your neck and your hair, biting your skin as he tries to stop moaning.

G= Goofy (how serious are they) ◇

Doc. Devorak has two moods: goofy and dramatic. And desperately horny to the point of not being able to talk, ofc.

H= Hair (grooming habits-does the carpet match the drapes?) ◇

He can't care less about hair -unless when he tried to grow there long enough to braid them with beads.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty) [TW: blood] ♧

The rough/dirt-or-romantic duality isn't a thing with Julian. He can be very intense and extreme during the act and sweet in the same time. His gaze and his words are a shower of affection and unconditional admiration - whether there's blood and ropes in the room or not. The dirtier it gets between the two of you, the more his eyes grow desperate for your loving gaze, your pleasure and your praise.

Work in progress-update to letter k

Index here

Note: please be mindful that this is a fictional and extreme depiction of sex. Some of the practices depicted here are dangerous and widely unnecessary irl to enjoy one's sexuality: remember there are always a safer alternatives to explore! Like, do not attempt to braid pubic hair at home. Pls be happy and stay safe ♡

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Can I please get X, O, D, with Julian from Arcana for the NSFT Alphabet event?

Our favorite sub Julian? Absolutely 😈

d - degradation  

Whether he’s the dom or sub, I think he’d prefer praise more. If he’s the dom, definitely loves complimenting you and telling you how good you’re doing for him. He’ll degrade you if you want, but it’ll probably be something like “my dirty whore is so perfect for me” or “such a good slut, sucking my cock just like you were taught.”  If he’s the sub, literally say and do whatever you want to him fr fr. Calling him degrading names? Loves it. Praising him for being your good boy? Absolutely. Whatever you wanna give, he’ll take happily 

o - orgasm control

For the love of god, (Y/n), do it. Nothing turns him on more than having his partner, trusting his partner, to control him in the bedroom. He might get teary-eyed and pouty, but don’t let it fool you. He’s thriving underneath all those tears and frowns. He’ll also happily return the favor if that’s what you want. He’s not as good at it though because anytime you start begging for it, for him, he cracks and caves right in

x - x marks the spot (where can you touch them that will make them cream on the spot? where makes them moan the loudest?)

Yes. Lmao the answer is yes. He’s so sensitive. Touch him anywhere and he’ll be under your spell in no time, trust me. If you really wanna get him going though, touch his ears, neck, chest, and thighs. Nibble on his ear while whispering naughty things and you’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time. Suck, lick, and bite on his neck and he’ll be shaking underneath you in seconds. Palm his chest and play with his nipples, and he’ll be moaning like a whore instantly. Squeeze his thighs, get in between them, rest your hand on them, it doesn’t matter. Touch his thighs and he’ll go crazy 

NSFT Alphabet 

[lunastarhawk]

Can I offer some Julian x (f) OC smut in these trying times?

Probably will show up in Tides of Memories in the next chapter or the one after, but really I had a hankering for Juleia being a bit goofy, a bit fluffy, loving and very sexy.

3660 words. 18+ only.

The Sun in her Eyes

“A little higher!”

A moment’s pause. Then, “Here?”

“No, no. To the left a bit!”

Altheia leaned back on one hand, legs stretched out and one crossed over the other on the deck of the small boat. She held the other hand up to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up towards the top of the mast.

Or rather, at Julian. He’d climbed up to tighten a knot that had come loose at the very top of the sail. The boat was small enough to only need a single sail that could be hoisted by a rope, and probably didn’t need for a man to shimmy up the mast.

But, like a cat chasing a squirrel up a tree, as soon as Altheia had pointed it out to him Julian had sprung up, reaching with long arms to grab the ropes above as his boots found purchase on ropes and pulleys, and in a few bounds he was at the top. Now, he clung to the mast with his strong thighs, side-on to her so that she could see the muscles, long and lean, flexed enough that there was a furrow along the middle, rounded and pushing at his tight trousers, his knees bent so he could twist a rope around his ankle and catch his boot heels on it like a stirrup.

One leg was bent slightly higher than the other, presenting the gentle crescent of his backside and the curve of his lower back, his shirt slightly untucked from his sash.

“Are you sure?”

His voice drew her gaze back to his eyes and the frown drawing his brows together as he reached across to the sail.

“Yes, I can see it from here!” she called, holding back a grin. “You need to reach a little further.”

She saw his lips move as he muttered to himself, and with one hand hooked around the mast, his thighs gripping tighter, he leaned forward. Altheia tilted her head a little as Julian’s loose shirt, with not one single button and only barely tucked into his waist sash, hung open, fluttering in the sea breeze, displaying the pale expanse of his broad chest, a light sheen of sweat and glimmering hairs. He stretched out his free arm towards the ropes hanging down from the billowing open sail, and with his sleeve rolled up she couldn't help but be drawn to the movements of sinuous muscle and flexed tendons as long fingers caught hold of a loose rope.

"This one?"

He looked down then, and his mess of auburn curls were wild as they were tossed in the sea breeze, coppers and golds and the occasional silver, set aflame by the sun's rays. The extra stretch had pulled more of his shirt out from his waistband, and the sun caught the darker hairs leading down his flat stomach.

It was an effort then to drag her gaze back to his eyes. Still, she smiled and replied,

"Yes, that's the one."

"Oh this isn't a loose knot, darling, it's for…" The crease of Julian's forehead lightened and one eyebrow arched as the penny began to drop. "You knew that, didn't you?"

Altheia smiled sweetly and leaned back on both hands, arching her back a little for Julian's benefit and drinking in the view for a moment longer.

"Did I?"

There really hadn't been a need for Julian to climb up the mast for an imaginary loose knot, except to satisfy Altheia's desire to look at him in all his lithe, long-limbed, wind-swept and sun-kissed beauty.

“Am I nothing but an object of desire to you?” he called, acting affronted, but the arch of his eyebrow, twitch of his lips and the rosy flush blooming on his cheeks spoke otherwise.

“It’s your own fault for being so obscenely handsome, you know," she called back with a grin. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Evidently not minding one little bit and deciding to play up to it, Julian twisted at the waist a little and grabbed the rope a little higher so that his forearm flexed and his bicep rounded visibly under the light fabric of his shirt sleeve. A feline arch of his back lengthened his torso and pushed out his chest so very little of his pecs was left to the imagination.

Altheia laughed at how silly he was, before biting her lip to hold it back. With a final flourish, Julian let go of the mast so he was held only by his thighs and boots caught in ropes, put the back of his hand to his forehead and tossed his head back, fiery curls whipping wildly in the breeze as he affected a half-swoon and lamented,

“I’m nothing but chest, arms and thighs to you, am I?”

She couldn’t hold back her laugh anymore, but was beginning to worry that Julian might get carried away with his theatrics and fall. Still, she couldn’t help but continue playing along.

“Oh I don’t know,” she called. “Your hands are nice, too.”

Julian’s flush deepened, but he took his hand from his forehead to hold it out to her.

“This hand, you say?”

“That’s one of them, yes,” she replied, and then laughed when he wiggled his fingers at her. Then she raised an eyebrow and bit her lip before adding, “And I quite like your cock, too.”

Flustered, Julian splutter-laughed, but recovered quickly with that broad, filthy smirk of his that Altheia adored, as he swung himself around until somehow he was hanging with just one hand around the mast, one foot caught in a taut rope, and presenting his entire front to her so he could run his hand down his torso to his narrow hip, and extend long fingers down towards the swell between his legs.

“This cock, you say?”

Altheia threw her head back with laughter. “Yes, that one! Get down here before you fall.”

Julian grinned, blew her a kiss, and half slid, half bounded down the mast, and as soon as his boots touched the deck he pounced on her, pushing her to her back and laying over her as she squealed with laughter.

“You’re ridiculous, do you know that?” she said fondly, her hands moving to the back of his shoulders, giggling as Julian’s nose and lips nuzzled her neck under her ear.

He mumbled something she couldn't make out but it wasn't important, because the movements of his lips became kisses, softly brushing her neck, the light puffs of his breath making the hairs on the back of her neck rise up and send a beautiful shiver down her spine. The weight of his firm body over hers stirred that desire in her that it always did, held by his forearms beside her head on the deck, one hand under her head and threading long fingers into her hair.

Altheia bent her knees, her booted feet flat on the deck, and Julian shifted so he knelt between her legs. She curled her hand around the back of his neck, pressing her fingertips into the soft hairs at his nape, feeling that same shiver run down his spine as he had sent down hers, and she delighted in it. The kisses on her neck became firmer, his lips vibrated with quiet hums, and they travelled up to her jaw, his nose pressing into her cheek.

At the same time, Altheia’s hands slipped down Julian’s long neck to his chest, and her breathy sound of pleasure came as her palms lay on his firm pecs and her fingers spread through the hair there, still sending that spark of delight through her as if she’d never touched him before. She moved her hands up over the rise and fall of the muscles of his broad shoulders, under his shirt collar, and then on just one side, she pulled the shirt down just to his bicep, and now with the collar gone she could see the full length of his swan-like neck.

Julian understood her intent, and let out the faintest whimper of anticipation as his lips skated over hers, the tip of his tongue touching her bottom lip. Altheia's hands now moved up into his wild curls, threading her fingers through russet waves that were coarse from the salt of the sea spray in the air. A light twist of those locks was enough to tug against his scalp, and he raised his head to look at her with eyes the colour of the ocean in a winter's dusk. A light scrape of her fingernails, another gentle tug, and his head was tilting back, neck arching, ligaments and tendons taut, and he sighed into a groan as she pressed her lips beside his Adam's apple, a kiss followed by a scrape of her teeth. His arms trembled and his breaths shuddered as they carried whispers that had lost their words, slightly louder and then a little louder still as her attentions moved down his porcelain throat to freckled shoulder, nipping hard enough to sting and sucking flesh between teeth hard enough to make him hiss as she left her mark.

The sounds he made, so close to her ear - the erratic puffs of breath, the quivering whines, the whispers, the soft groans - as Altheia explored every one of the most sensitive parts of his neck and shoulder with lips, tongue and teeth, stirred that need inside her, and she raised her hips to press against him, hearing his breath hitch - he was already hard and straining against his trousers.

When she was sure she’d attended to each of Julian’s favourite spots, she tightened the grip of her fingers in his hair again, pulling him to face her, looked at his smokey eyes with lids now drooping heavily, and she slid her palms to his smooth, hollow cheeks so she could pull him those few inches to meet his parted lips with hers.

Julian groaned in a long, deep vibration against Altheia's lips, and she held his hips tight between her thighs as she pulled up to grind against him. His breaths came quicker, more erratic, and his tongue sought hers fervently. Altheia spoke his name into his mouth, her fingers pushing into his thick hair again.

She pulled back then to look at him, but the boat must have shifted heading slightly, because the sun was now in her eyes and she had to squint against it as she gave a sultry smile.

"Are you going to fuck me, Julian? In the open, on the deck of a boat in the harbour in full daylight?"

Julian's eyes narrowed playfully as one side of his mouth raised in a half smile.

"That was the plan, Alteya..." And that pronunciation of her name with his accent elicited exactly the reaction he wanted - a light gasp and a needy roll of her hips. He leaned down and pressed his cheek against hers, waves of hair brushing her face, and murmured close to her ear, "if you'll let me."

"That was the plan," Altheia smiled, but the sun in her eyes was too much. "Can we move around, though? The sun's right in my eyes here."

Julian's eyebrow arched as he grinned. "That so? Well we can't have that, can we?"

He leaned over her and stretched back to where their coats were bundled with her hat on top. When he settled back again, he dropped Altheia's hat down over her forehead and covering her eyes.

"There we are," he declared, "much better!"

Altheia laughed. "True, it is! But I can't see you like this."

She raised her hand to lift up the hat, but Julian caught her wrist, and she gasped.

“Julian, I really can’t see,” she said with a laugh, because apart from the tiniest sliver of light, Julian had positioned the hat to cover her eyes completely.

“Mmm. No need to worry about the sun in your eyes now, though.”

Altheia’s breath caught in her throat - she recognised that low purr of his. The hand that held her wrist brought it to his lips. Tiny pecks of kisses ran down her veins to her palm, and then her hand was turned, and his lips met the back of it.

She jumped slightly when his other hand came to rest on her waist, and suddenly she realised what he was doing. Her body tensed with anticipation.

“I must look ridiculous,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Sshh.”

Altheia gave the slightest whimper at the soft whisper. Julian was up on his knees between her legs, and he ran his hand from her waist down to her thigh with a squeeze. His hand slid then under the back of her knee and raised her leg to rest over his hip.

“It’s a curious thing,” Julian said, his tone conversational as he leaned forward, one arm now taking his weight beside Altheia, the fingers of the other hand fiddling with her shirt buttons. “If a person loses their vision, the other senses try to compensate. Did you know that?”

“No, I…”

Her voice was cut short with a shuddering breath and a twitch of her body as Julian’s lips were suddenly on her chest. Kisses travelled up to her collar bone, and his nose pressed against her throat up to her chin, where he left another kiss before pulling back.

“Especially touch, would you believe?”

“Who would have thought?” she murmured, her body tense and trembling.

“Mmhmm.” One hand slid into her shirt then, brushing over her breast and making her inhale sharply. “And there are so very many ways to touch, Alteya.”

She whispered his name, but it sounded distant, even to her. Julian’s voice was a low, husky purr, as he took to showing her all the ways and places he could touch. Her skin began to tingle in anticipation, not knowing where the next kiss or caress or lick or nip would land. Her own hands found purchase wherever they could, be it his hair, his shirt, his bicep or his hands, anywhere, until he moved out of reach.

When he bent to kiss her cheeks, the brush of his open shirt over her bare chest sent shivers through her, and she arched her back to press her breasts against his pecs, and her skin was so sensitive she was sure she could feel the soft brush of each individual hair. Another purr in her ear as he kissed her jaw, the stroke of his hair on her cheek and nose, and her lungs filled with his scent; coarse sea salt in his hair, coffee and soap and the faintest hint of rum at his jaw and neck, clean cotton of his shirt, musk at his shoulder.

She pressed her lips where he would allow her, and with a flick of her tongue tasted the salt of his sweat. When he stroked her lips with his thumb she could smell the hemp of the rope on his fingers, and the tar from the mast when she nuzzled his palm.

Beneath her, the boat rocked gently with each wave, all around she could hear those waves lapping up against the sides of the hull. Above, the masts creaked, the sails fluttered, and the occasional seagull called. Somewhere far away, a ship’s bell sang into the wind, distorted by the distance. And through all that, she could hear every part of Julian’s lips, every sigh, the quite hum of satisfaction with one hand on her breast, the other on the thigh he still held over his hip.

He was right. Gradually, he raised up every one of her senses, and she handed herself over to him.

After a time, the weight of his body was lifted and her exposed chest was suddenly cold, and she whined his name; but he lay his finger over her mouth with a soft "Sshh, Alteya."

She heard the thud of his boots on the wooden deck, the rustle of fabric, and she gasped when her own boots and trousers were pulled off, too. She was very tempted to take the hat away from her eyes so she could see him, but she was lost to him and his whimsy.

And his whimsy in that moment was to tell her everything he liked the best about her; which, as it turned out, was a lot. And each affirmation was accompanied by a touch of strong hands, light fingertips, plush lips or hot tongue, and she wouldn’t know which until she felt it, until her whole body was trembling with delight, arousal and anticipation, and she squirmed either from pleasure or embarrassment in turn.

Her calves were long and elegant, he said as he ran a squeeze from her ankles to her knees; the lean muscles of her thighs he could quite happily lie between for days, he said, lingering with squeezes and kisses and nips to her inner thigh that made her whole leg twitch; the flesh of her hips and backside he craved to hold onto when they made love, he said as he demonstrated just such a hold, and her lower body writhed into his grip. For a moment, something pure - the gentle concave of the small of her back, where his hand could rest so comfortably whenever they stood together. Both hands were then on the curve of her waist, the perfect fit when he held her close. Caresses with hands, lips and tongue accompanied his verbal adoration of her breasts, and as he leaned forward to press his nose into the hollow of the base of her neck, where he said her fragrance was at its strongest, his erection passed between her legs, skimming her entrance and clit; whether intended her not she couldn’t really tell, but nonetheless her hands moved to his narrow hips to pull him to meet her, and he obliged.

Slow, long rocks of his hips dragged his erection forward and back over her, bringing forth moans and gasps as heat pooled in her core with each pass of his considerable length over her clit. Surely, he said, she didn't need for him to tell her how the sheathe of her heat made him feel, to be inside of her, a part of her, home. Was that a cliché? Probably, she said, but who doesn't love a good cliché from time to time?

But though his own need was clear, and she felt it in the tremble of his arms and the increasing weight of his breaths, he continued on. His hands ran down the lengths of her arms, the embrace of which brought him sanctuary, he said, momentarily sweet. And then his large palms covered hers, he interlocked their fingers, and leaned forward to hold them down next to her head; and he whispered in her ear how he loved the things she did with her hands, especially that, and she found his bottom lip to nip at it as she promised to do that very soon. The bow of her lips, he said, every smile and pout, smirk and bite, quiver and kiss; that, too, he added when she gave a shy laugh, and pressed his mouth over hers.

And her tongue, he murmured against her lips, when she did that other thing, and he let out something like a stammer-laugh carried on a groan when she promised to do that other thing at the same time as she did that.

The pace of the sweep of his hips increased just a little, his head catching on her entrance when she raised her own hips in time with his movements.

And though he couldn’t see her eyes now, he breathed, he could never get enough of how her gaze, like the brightest sea glass, looked on him with love and lust and adoration; how they lit up and creases radiated from them when she laughed, how they near flashed when she was angry or annoyed; and how, with just the set of her mouth and arch of one eyebrow or both, she could convey more than a hundred words.

And when her mouth curved like that, and her eyebrow arched just so, he could devour her.

The head of his erection teased at her entrance then, and his name stuttered over her tongue and her grip tightened on his hands as the movements of his hips deepened. There, he said, her voice that could make him ache; a low and velvety purr, a light lilt of humour, or crystal sharp with annoyance.

But when she sighed his name - Like this, Julian? - Yes, like that, just like that - it was a siren song.

And when she said she loved him...

His words left him then, as she cast her protection spell and he pushed inside her, held one leg over his hip with one hand, held his weight with the other, burying his lips and nose into the curve between her neck and shoulder. The hat was pushed from Altheia’s forehead but it didn’t matter, because her whole self was his, her eyes were closed to everything and she heard only the voice that, without a single word, spoke his love and desire and devotion. And she returned it, her lips close to his ear, her wordless affirmations rewarded with longer, deeper strokes, every inch of their torsos pressing together, her palms seeking every roll of every muscle in his broad back.

And she did speak his name, once, fragmented and low, as she soared over her peak.

And he spoke her name, once, gasping and high, as he went with her, pulsing into her so deeply that she ached.

She held his body, sweating and trembling and weak, against hers when he fell. Their eyes met, sea-green and storm-grey, their smiles touched.

And then Altheia laughed, because when Julian moved off of her, the sun was in her eyes again.

[nessgasm]

《Bllk boys with smutty ish thingys :3》

(Idk what to call it)

"Its okay darling i know it hurts.. i promise it will feel good after."

YUKIMIYA,ISAGI,CHIGIRI,RIN,BEFORE WC! KUNIGAMI,PABLO,NANASE,NOEL NOA,NESS,LOKI,HIORI,LUNA,REO

"So tight.. just made for me arent ya'?.. all mine."

KARASU,OTOYA,AIKU,SENDOU,SHIDOU,KAISER ,BACHIRA,LAVINHO,BAROU,REO,NAGI

"You're wet already? Tch.. how pathetic."

RIN,SAE,KARASU,AIKU,KAISER,WC!KUNIGAMI,BAROU,NAGI

"Keep riding my cock.. ah~ thats it."

NAGI,REO,ISAGI,BACHIRA,LUNA,YUKIMIYA,SENDOU

"You're such a slut for my dick hm?"

AIKU. AIKU.,OTOYA,LAVINHO,SHIDOU,SAE,REO,KAISER

@sanestakaashistan i maed uh thing again (i was bored)

[angelltheninth]

The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)

Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?

Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking

A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.

Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.

Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.

Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.

Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?

Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.

Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.

[grapenamjams]

Better Than A Dream

Genre: NSFW

Characters: Muriel from the arcane & Reader

Contains: soft mdom, mention of wet dream, oral m. Receiving, Dirty talk, cock warming,

A/n: welcome to grape’s annual Muriel smut one shot post. Will there be one next year? The world may never know!

You feel the bed shift more than once in the span of a few minutes stirring you awake. With half eyes open you notice the sliver of moonlight passing through the curtains. letting you know that it was a little pass midnight.

It was the sigh that made you fully turn towards a clearly vexed Muriel beside you, running a hand down his face. His exposed chest goes up and down in shaky breaths , his skin flushed. “Muriel?” he starts at the sound of your voice in the quite room. You apologies noticing his reaction. “Are you alright?” You ask softly. You don’t move closer even when you want to, not knowing if it’s okay to touch him, wanting to give him space.

He nodes but he dosnt look at you. “I’m sorry that I woke you. ” you shake your head, “it’s alright” You wish you could say that waking up to Muriel tossing and turning at night was rare but unfortunately this was the case ever so often. Memories of the past thought to be forgotten resurfacing, playing out in his dreams where he is supposed to be the safest. Causing him to stir like this, hold you closer to him or at times leaving the bed completely until you go find him when you feel his abesnace.

“Was it a nightmare again?” You watch his face as he sucks in a breath, eyes landing on one of the hanging crystals by the wall catching the moonlight. After a moment he shakes his head. You feel a slight relief, reaching a hand towards him rubbing his arm. He clears his throat “It was- it was nothing.” He turns to his side towards you but his eyes are still not meeting yours. “It’s late you should go back to sleep” you frown at his dismissal even though he can’t see it. Clearly something is bothering him.

“are you sure? you were tossing and turning for awhile” your fingers brush through his dark hair. Shifting closer to him, your hand continuing the motion hoping to relax him. Although you couldn’t have seen his throat bob and hear his heartbeat quicken.

“I’m sure.” He states. However when he takes in a breath, breathing in your familiar scent. words escape him in a groan like whisper. “Just a selfish dream”

You don’t miss the lowered words. “A selfish dream?” You questioned. Muriel only nodes his head after a moment,closing his eyes hoping for You to follow his lead into returning to sleep. but Your curiosity still Persists. “Was it good or bad?” Muriel’s hand reaches out to your waist, letting out a breath. You would have taken it a sign to stop after he was quiet for a moment but to your amusement he replied. “Good…really good” his thumb rubs your side.

Good? You think, confused Then why doesn’t he want to- his hand pulls you closer. Oh… all other thoughts fade at the feel of his body against yours.

You bite your lip suppressing a smile. “Muriel?” You say, hand pushing back hair that had fallen forward.

“Hm?” He breathes You again unknowingly where your brain has wondered too.

Sensing his reaction you lean away from his face. “Did you have a wet dream?” His eyes fly open and the blush is blooming on his face just as quickly. “What? N-no I…that’s…” his eyes go over your face. “why do you think that?” He stammers. you move your hips into him feeling him very presently against you.

You are unsure how he is able to get redder especially with the limited visibility that the moon provides. Muriel groans, rolling onto his back and places an arm over his eyes trying to cover himself wishing for the bed to swallow him into the covers.

You find it adorable and enjoyable that the man beside you, no matter how many times he takes you making each other feel all sorts of pleasures. Still gets easily flustered when it comes to talking about desires and intimacy. And because of that, you loved to tease him.

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why-“ Muriel started to apologize for the predicament he put you in. But you cut him off before his brain runs off with an idea that is untrue.

“Tell me was it about me?” You say, resting your head on your hand being able to look down at him.

Muriel starts, taken aback at what you said as if he could not believe you would hold the idea that he would be able to think of another person that was not you. “What? Of course it was.. who else…” his eyes narrow and look away from you “you’re teasing me, arnt you?”

You let out a giggle “just a bit, I can’t help it.” He grumbles rolling his eyes at you. You give him a kiss feeling his flushed cheek. “What was I doing in your dream?” You continued. your own body warmed with the ideas forming in your head.

His eyes look back at you, taking in your face as if he thought he didn’t hear you right. “Y-you want to know?” You give him a playful smile and node. this was a first for Muriel and as much as you protected his comfortability you always liked nudging him out of his comfort zone. His Adam able bobs “uh…you…” his gaze shifts away from You again.

You hum, “was I kissing you? Like this” your lips run along his jaw and down the side of his neck. “Y-yes” he sighs. You shift your body placing a arm on the other side of his face. Giving you more access to his neck. Kissing the hollow of his neck “Say it” your words land on his skin. he lets out a breath. “You were kissing me…my neck- just like that” his voice hitches as you suck on his sweet spot. Again your lips go over his neck and throat until you pull away looking down at him waiting for his next words. “my mouth” his eyes open to meet yours above him. A shy smile tilts at his lips and you never want to forget the image of him smiling up at you like this.

his largehand cups your face guiding you towards him until your lips meet. Muriel breathes you in. his lips greeting yours gently as he always does making you feel loved and cared for. But as always there is a point where his kisses become deeper and hungrier. Moans escaping each other.

bodies pressed and slightly moving against each other. You’re breathless when you ask “what else?” The forest color of his eyes were just rimming the edges of his darkened eyes. A contrast to his flushed face. “my body” he lets out and you were not needed to be told twice. Your mouth already leaving lingering kisses on his chest. His breathes becoming quicker his voice breathy each time he instructs you to go lower and lower. Kissing each scar knowing where they are on him. Leaving marks on His toned stomach.

When you reach the band of his undergarments. His need was visibly pressed against the fabric and you felt your own need pulse through your body. You kissed his thigh and looked up at him. His gaze landed on yours and he nodded. You take his signal and remove the covering. He was painfully hard, precum already dripping down the vein. Muriel sucks in a breath finally being free of his constraints. Making your mouth water.

You rub his hip and kiss next to the base and ever so lightly pressing your lips up his cock. “What did I do next?” You ask teasingly looking up at him. Muriel’s hand surprisingly lands on the back of your head. His gaze looking at you between his legs having him suppress a moan at the sight but his dick twitches giving him away. Yet his voice comes out deep and clear, traces of his shyness gone. “you used that teasing mouth to suck me off” his words land on your ears before Muriel guides your mouth to take him.

He curses above you as you moan around his head,licking around it. sending shocks through him which makes his hips buck the last of him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks as you let him move your head to a pace he wanted which was still mindful of you even in his pleasured state. As your own hand worked on the rest of him. “Yes, just like that” he groans.

You worked on him as best as you could as he moved you to his pleasure. Flattening your tongue having his clock glide in and out against. The your tongue rubbing that sensitive spot under the tip. All of this has his head digging deeper into the pillow and the grip on your hair tightening . “This is” he groans looking down at the sight before him. “much better than a dream” your eyes land on his and it makes his body tighten with more arousal then he thought he could have. The sight that you had also made you throb, a coat of sweat on his skin and his heaving chest caused you to moan wanting to see him come undone. he continues to follow his pleasure.

Yeses and praises falling from his mumbled lips. Just when you thought he was close to going over the edge, his hand stops and gently pulls you away from him. Giving him a sight of you as a drooling mess. Making The words “turn over on your hands and knees” not get out fast enough. His desire reaching that point where he needed to be inside of you, to feel all of you. Smiling you do as told not being able to form a reply because along with Muriel you just needed him inside you as fast as possible.

“A good listener” his deep voice sends a jolt down your spine as his large frame covers you. Earning him a moan “Muriel please, i need you” His lips kiss your exposed neck and shoulder while his hands remove your underwear. “I’m yours” he states wasting no time he starts pushing himself into you causing you both to moan at the sensation that never ceases to consume you both “all yours” he groans when he fully sinks into you. Giving you time to adjust to him, your walls stretch around the thickness of him. Your head lands on the mattress. Hips moving back with a whine, having Muriel take it as sign that he can began thrusting.

His movements begin slow till he almost pulls out fully and thrusts back in, wanting to feel the real you not his imagination, not how you feel in a dream. every inch, clench, throb and the warmth of you. One hand lands on your hip while the other one goes down your back keeping you with your head down. His pace picks up until you both are lost in pleasure and your sounds fill up the dark room. Every thrust sends jolts through you as he hits the spot that sends you closer to the edge each time.

After a moment your on your hands again and his chest is pressed against your back, covering you with his body. Your only thought his of him, everything about him consumes you as he keeps thrusting into you and pants next to your ear. Making you clench around him. The sensation pooling in your core increases when Muriel bites your shoulder muffling his moan against you.

He straightens up again hands on your hips, his breath increasing. “I’m gonna-“ he curses again “me too” You gasp Your hips move back against him and he lets you fuck yourself against him. “You’re perfect…. so so perfect” he says breathlessly “let go, please I want to feel you come around me” in a voice deep and pleading that causes you to go over the edge for him each time. With his name on your lips. he stills your hips against him, and you feel his hot release inside you. His own hips resuming his sloppy thrusts, Ridding both of your highs with moans and breaths becoming tangled. “take all of it” he moans.

After a moment when your hearts have calmed down. He slips out of you, both feeling the absence of the other. He pecks your back and cheek. “Come here” he coaxes.

Turning, you see him lay down head on his pillow. He then positions you, so you were to straddling him. Looking up at you with a blissed look that You have committed to memeory and often appears in your own dreams. “Are you okay?” He never fails to ask, pushing some of your hair back behind your ears. you node. “Always” you say kissing him. He sighs into you. You pull away with a playful grin.

“I do have to say, Your dream was quite an eventful one” as if on cue pink blooms across his already flushed face. Making you laugh.

His gaze meets yours again before looking down your body. Following your curves up again, humming. “It’s not over yet” you tilt your head questioning his words. It’s now Muriel that has a grin on his face. Lifting you up slightly he slips himself inside you again with a moan. His hands glide over your thighs, hips and waist continuing dragging his hands up your sides taking off your shirt. Forest Eyes taking you in fully under the moonlight. Making you feel loved, desired, admired, protected all at once. His hands don’t stop until they reached your face drawing you in for a gentle kiss keeping himself inside you having every inch of you against him, keeping him warm. “There. My dream is now complete.”

[vaguely-concerned]

okay. listen. a Concept. garashir roughhousing (gone (psycho)sexual) and at one point bashir wakes up from the high of finally getting to express all his repressed aggression in a safe space with someone who not only accepts that in him but can match him and is actively Into It, especially when he stops holding back some of his lil gmo twink strength, to be horrified like 'oh my GOD garak your nose is bleeding hang on I'll get a napkin or something I'm so sorry holy shit' and garak's lying there woozy with lust gazing up at him with wide betrayed eyes like 'no wait don't go you haven't even stabbed me yet :'('

(obviously this is mostly a shitpost, but I'm just saying I think they could provide a certain kind of space for each other that way. julian gets to have a place to live out all the rougher, less socially acceptable sides he usually has to downplay and push away to seem as non-threatening as (augmented) humanly possible with someone who loves him and who appreciates getting the entire spectrum of julian bashir, from the most obnoxiously annoying and needy to the unsettlingly coldly ruthless and back. and garak gets to have the shit beaten out of him in as medically safe and infinitely loving way as possible and/or finds he can still use his bloodied hands and take care of someone with them. this to me is the definition of what one might call a win/win situation. like don't get me wrong they would be having a lot of embarrassingly tender yearning gently-stroking-your-hair-and-holding-your-hand sex too. but. also this. which I think is also very tender, just in a different way. do you feel me.)

[unluckilyimnot]

A small making out w loki (bllk) plssss? I hc him that he's shy in public but wild when ur alone ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

(no pressure on doing this thooo)

sweet boy w Loki (bllk)

making out, semi-public

m.list || rules || requests are open :)

note: hiii i agree with that, i'm sure that shy/sweet boys are in fact feral and that's : hot. i can't wait to see Loki more ! it's the same, i'm not sure it that good but i hope it's just fine <3

Update pls guys that's not the only thing I can do im a fluff girlie 😭

If you ask anyone about Loki, they will say that he’s a sweet, with a gentle smile, maybe a little shy and humble man. Always cheering people, a very good player and the first looking for the best in people. You agree with all of that, well for most part.

His soft smile doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing for you, not that he’s an asshole with you. He can just be a little… brutal ? His shyness disappears, let’s say and he doesn’t need much to do so.

“Julian, what if anybody sees us –” you try to prevent it from happening but his hands were already all over your body and so were his lips soon after. Kissing you so you would stop talking for a second, he tilts your head up to get a better angle. The night was boring, long for nothing he was kinda tired of it. He needed to clear his mind a little and you were gorgeous in this dress, he could take a break from this charity thing.

You left the reception quietly and he found a calm place, away from the big event just to let his hand rub your figure up and down, staying a little more around your ass ; you know it takes him everything to not grab it. He deepens the kiss, getting drunk on the taste of alcohol laying on your lips. Your hands naturally circle around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

It’s ruining your makeup, your lipstick will be all over his lips and yours but you don’t care anymore. Kissing Loki is a feeling like no other. Your tummy is a mess, you can’t catch your breath and feeling his leg pushing through yours doesn’t help at all. You melt at the feeling, moaning in his mouth. You’re long gone.

If he could eat you alive, he would. He’s obsessed with the feeling of your flesh between his teeth – he can’t wait to get back to his place – but for the moment he had to deal with it. It can’t be seen, but he’s desperate, kissing you like his life depends on it. Grabbing your ribs a little harder, feeling your skin melt in his hand without really feeling it ; it’s driving him crazy.

You bite his tongue playfully, a small smirk on your lips but it’s quickly swept away when he grabs your neck, a little warning for you to watch what you’re doing.

He’s already taking a lot on himself, don’t make it harder, but when you try once again your back is pushed back against the wall.

“Don’t, or you won’t walk tomorrow.” he whispered in your ear before composing himself and smiling at you. Your crimson lipstick on his lips and skin and a gaze telling you already a lot of what will happen to you when you get home.

That’s what you meant when you say that he wasn’t as shy as he seems. You gulped hard, before clearing your throat.

“I’ll get us something to fix that. I’ll be right back.” you were running away from his consuming gaze, or else you’ll be begging for more tight there. He nodded, waiting patiently for you to come back before he could head back to the main room, but only with your blushing face in mind. And all the pretty things he could do to you. 

i hope you liked it !

[demetris-cocksleeve]

(A/n: the drabble comment was a joke the other day, but it's starting to become a reality😭😂 At least they're getting done lol)

Word Count: 285

Summary- A goddess is as a goddess does. And all Julian wants is for you to show him your power.

Warnings: Bondage, FemDom! Reader, Lingerie

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Julian Devorak x Fem! Reader: Kinktober Day 9; Lingerie + Bondage

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Julian pulls against his restraints, testing out the knots. Nothing. 'She tied them well…' He thinks to himself.

"So..?" Your voice snaps his gaze to the doorway and oh…

Oh, he's fucked.

"Fuck…" he breathes, hands flexing against the rope.

You stand just inside the room, red lace adorning your curves. The bralette does barely anything to cover your tits, the dark of your nipples just peaking through the thin fabric. The double elastic of your panties dig into the skin of your hips, accentuating the fat and - Fuck. You're gonna be the death of him. - crotchless. The panties are crotchless.

A shudder runs up Julian's spine as he groans. With the look of the small smile you're fighting back, you definitely saw the way his cock jumped in his trousers at the realization.

You step into the room, strappy heels clicking on the floor with each stride.

"You could step on my neck and I'd thank you…" Julian moans as he watches each sultry sway of your hips.

You finally stand in front of him, making his head crane back to meet your gaze. You place a hand on his shoulder as you swing a bare leg over his so you're straddling him.

"You like?" Your lips trail along his jawline, plant small kisses here and there.

His breath stutters as you graze his pulse point.

"Like?" He lets out a breathless 'hah' as his arms flex, subconsciously trying to get out of their prison. "I'd ravish you if the urge for you to ravish me wasn't so strong. You're a goddess…"

"Then worship me." You gently bite his earlobe, grinding your hips down and relishing in the absolutely sinful sound that leaves him.

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

This stuff is LONG and complex, and I’m not a native speaker. Which means, it’s hell, WHY BRAIN GOT NO RIGHT WORDS DAMMIT, but it’s also cool bc I can’t really understand HOW bad it actually is, so I’m less self-demanding about the actual style quality than in my own stupidly demanding language. Let’s get to the content then. I’m so very sorry for my children’s book language-level.

Pls believe that I am, in fact, not a child.

Tw:death, sickness, angst

and this is-

Loved & Lost

A The Arcana prequel fanfic - part 1

When the plague came, it started robbing you right away- it took your aunt and, before eventually claiming your own life, your love.

The wise woman who had been your magic mentor was one of the first to fall ill, as if the pestilence were trying to thin out the ranks of those who could stop it. She felt right away this was not a normal illness. The sickness got slowly the best of her body, as if it wanted to seep unnoticed into the city. Your aunt's body withered a little bit each day, her skin slowly tinging red by the engorged veins, but it never managed to steal her wits until the very end. When she was at last bedridden, she had Asra call for you.

You didn't recall where you were at that time. Your magical training was long completed, and you were travelling the world, scavenging for rare spell components, old scrolls and lost magic to bring home to her and to her new apprentice. You got home just in time.

The woman who was a little sore as you kissed her goodbye all those weeks ago now seemed barely more tangible than a ghost - pale and trembling, her clothes hanging empty from her once proud and graceful shoulder. But her eyes, although now tinted in red, were sharp and stern as they had always been.

You did not show any pity for her -she would never have allowed you to-, but when she took you hand in hers her gentle touch unveiled her deepest nature.

"I'm leaving, child", she told you. "But I need the two of you to stay as much as you can".

She called Asra by her side with a nod.

"I have lived a long life. The time I gave it back has long passed, but now death is catching up to me. Spare your tears and magic for the victims to come" she turn her head to face your friend. His purple eyes were veiled in tears.

"Asra, you're a mage now, your training is almost done. In fact, my nephew took my place as your master some time ago already. She'll be more than capable to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. Soon, you'll be a mage, but" - her eyes went narrow- "I want you to remember that you were took from the streets. Someone cared for you, listened to you, taught you everyone you know. You will have to pass your care on to whoever will need it. This is why I taught you magic". Asra couldn't do anything but nod. His lips parted, pronouncing a promise so feeble you couldn't hear -but your aunt did, and a faint smile showed on her chapped lips.

"Believe me, soon many will need it. But I know you'll both live up the cause. Now leave, I need to rest".

You didn't even take your travelling clothes off - you threw yourself into Asra's arms -now your apprentice's arms- to hold each other through the sorrowful night.

She died shortly after. Many vesuvian would have come to salute her, but you and Asra decided to do hold a more private gathering - you, him, and Faust. The snake was so torn that even her scales seemed to grey. She squeezed one last time your aunt's familiar, a pitch black crane called Hermes, who took flight as soon as the mage's funeral pyre was lit.

You kept your head high and your eyes on the flames, resisting the urge to bury your face on Asra's chest and cry your heart out. Instead, you held his hand tight, grounding yourself into the two things that mattered in that moment: Asra's love, and the promise you both made her - to stay and care for the city.

So, when the plague erupted in Vesuvia and Asra began insisting to leave, your fights became vicious.

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I want to really thank @wilson-artisan and @lovely-dove69 for their help as proofreaders. They un-dorked my writing a lot.

I feel that I must pay credit to various writers as well who inspired me: check bakuliwriter's "Hurt", that set ablaze my drama thirst. I can totally see it in the same timeline as this thing.

The other parts will be in te reblogs!

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The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew. 

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry. 

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?” 

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily. 

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles. 

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth. 

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut. 

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder. 

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder. 

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle. 

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor. 

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris. 

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel. 

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely. 

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace. 

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs. 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body. 

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt. 

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want. 

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching. 

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you. 

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip. 

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh. 

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

[angelltheninth]

Can I get some more dominate Julian smut? Preferably with ropes and bondage included 👀

Yes! Absolutely, dominant Julian is the best Julian imo.

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, brat taming, restraints, dirty talk, tie restraints, gag, marking, dom!Julian Devorak

A/N: Maybe it's just me but I'm seeing a lot of asks lately about bondage. Were you all this M before this or did I unlock something in you?

He likes tying up and to be tied up, give him a collar and a leash and he's all set

Very much a brat tamer, if you give him attitude and he has something to push back against with you it makes for a very fun time for him

Doesn't want to bruise your wrists or ankles so if he ties you up he uses softer material that you can safely tug on

"Keep squirming and I'll have to pin you down entirely. You need to let me line up darling." His cock has been teasing and poking at you for a while now, you get the sense that he's been doing that on purpose just to get you struggling harder despite what he's saying

"I'm trying to make you feel good. I though you wanted it. Am I wrong?" You shake your head, trying to will your body to hold still long enough for him to thrust his cock inside, "See, you can be good when you want to. All you needed was my cock to motivate you."

He doesn't wait for you to tell him to move, he doesn't have to, your cunt clenching around him tells him everything he needs to know

His thumb pushes against your lips, prying them open and rubbing the pad against your tongue, "Don't suck, keep your mouth open." But you want to suck, you want to close your mouth around him, "Can't you understand simple words, I told you no." He pulls his thumb out roughly and presses it against your clit, "You're making me repeat myself, why are you so difficult sometimes? Do you enjoy making me mad?"

Your cunt clenches around him, leaking more arousal onto his cock and balls as they slap against you, words of affirmation leaving you in a sharp hiss

"Ah, so I was right. It's better for you when I'm a little bit mad." You try to reply to him but every word is cut off with a deep, sharp thrust, "If you're not gonna talk properly you really atta shut up." He pulls out, leaving you feeling sore, empty and aching from the emptiness

He watches your pussy clench around nothing for a few moments, "You're so cute."

You watch him with teary eyes as he leaves the bed, leaving you alone and begging for him to come back, to not leave you right on the cusp of an orgasm

"I just need this." He shows you a silk tie, making you wonder where else he's gonna tie you up

As he kneels back between your legs he cups your cheek, watching you melt one moment and your eyes shoot open the next as your mouth is being gagged, "Good?" He gives it a little tug to make sure you're not choking on it, you nod at him, making small noises against the fabric, "Good." He presses a small kiss on the corner of your lips

You moan, whimper and do your best to beg him to get back inside, "Needy, needy." He chuckles at you, pressing his palm against your lower stomach as he slides back in

The palm of his hand presses against your clit when he begins thrusting, faster each time until your hips shake from the impact

It's so easy for him to fuck you like this, "You're so helpless like this. All you can do is take my cock, it's all you're allowed to do."

Your eyes start to blur from the tears and pleasure combined, "Come for me beautiful. Fuck." You can't control yourself anymore as your climax hits you when Julian's cock begins to throb inside you, pulsing and hot

He keeps fucking you through it as his own orgasm begins, splashing, painting your inner walls with white, hot cum, his eyes closing and fluttering as he groans out through it

Your vision goes completely white and for a few moments there's nothing except for Julian's warmth above and inside of you

"Good girl, good girl, good fucking girl! You feel so good baby, keep taking it!" He frowns and somehow goes even harder, prolonging your orgasms

He collapses with his head on your chest as his cock gives a few more little spurts, dripping onto the already wet sheets

You're both tired from your climaxes, Julian slowly pulls out and makes his way down your body, his tongue running over the puffy folds, whispering words of love to you

You squirm away from his mouth, too sensitive to enjoy it, "I get it, don't worry. I'm just cleaning you up a little, it's the least I can do after making such a mess of you."

A sigh leaves you, slightly muffled by the tie as you let him lick you up, kiss your, bite at your thighs until you've calmed down from your high

The evidence of both your climaxes is still all over his chin and torso when he leans against your leg and looks up at you, "You're incredible darling. I love you." He kisses the words against your leg, slowly making his way upwards to untie your mouth and do the same to your mouth

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