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angelltheninth · 1 year

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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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pinkpantress444 · 1 year

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~ Real Life Julian Devorak (Evgeny Shwartz)

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 3 months

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@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years

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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

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xxgothwhorexx · 1 year

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does anyone know of any good julian devorak x trans male fics? i think i've come across like one, i just wanna feel included/represented man :(

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spookysquirrels · 2 years

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Julian and Mabel as playboy bunnies? Julian and Mabel as playboy bunnies 😌💕 specifically Nadias playboy bunnies 👀💕

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vampcubus · 2 years

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:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 : 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!vampire!julian devorak . dom!fem!reader/apprentice . menstruation kink . blood kink . facesitting . squirting . slight mommy kink (says it like once?) . slight scent kink . handjob .

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

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.

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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 years

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For: @violetlucreziasstuff

(A/n: I tried to write for Doms! Julian and Muriel, but I just couldn't get the vibe right, so I hope you don't mind that I changed their dynamic a bit; they both still top, I just can't really label them as doms in this..)

(Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!)

(E/c = eye color)

Word count: 2, 206

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation in the form of double penetration (one hole), Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Dom! Asra, Switch! Julian and Sub! Top! Muriel x Sub! Bottom! Reader

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Your body bounced as it made contact with the mattress. Propping yourself up on your elbows you could see the varying amounts of unrestrained lust in their eyes. You had been pushing their buttons all day so you really had no one to blame but yourself.

Asra stepped up to the foot of the bed as the other two leaned against the door to watch. Bracing themselves with a hand on either side of you, Asra leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of their breath as he whispered into your ear.

"You know why you're in trouble, don't you?"

Swallowing thickly you could only nod your head as all the possible punishments they could choose from flickered through your head, making you steadily wetter and wetter. You should be upset, you made your partners angry, but you could only squirm with excitement.

Would they blindfold you? Would you be placed under a spell to make you horny beyond belief, only to tie you up and leave? There were endless possibilities and you couldn't decide which one excited you more.

"Get up and undress." Asra's voice snapped you out of your stupor as he straightened to let you up.

Scrambling to your feet you quickly stripped. You could feel the heat creeping along your face and chest as three pairs of eyes survey your every movement. No matter how many times the four of you got intimate, you'd never get used to the intense looks they gave you. So filled with unfiltered want and love no matter how much you've pushed them.

Asra sat on the bed, legs spread and fully clothed. You knew what was coming and, even though this was supposed to be a punishment, you couldn't help the throbbing in your core. He pats his leg.

A silent command.

You situated yourself across their lap as even more heat flooded your face. Asra's hand rubbed down to the back of your knee before trailing back up to your bum a couple times before he spoke.

"I want you to count. If you mess up, we start over. We will keep going until you get it correct, do you understand?"

You bit the inside of you cheek as you nodded, forehead resting against the soft comforter.

"Use your words, Petal. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand." You couldn't help but to look over your shoulder at the other two. Both Julian and Muriel were sporting impressive, yet painful looking hard ons already. Julian had a devilish smirk on his face as he sent you a wink, while Muriel was looking about as red as you felt. The sight of the both of them along with the feeling of Asra's girth against your stomach caused more slick to pool between your thighs.

The ever observant magician of course noticed and swiped some with two fingers.

"Seems our little minx is a bit excited for her punishment, hmm?" He spread his fingers to show your slick webbed between the digits.

You whined in embarrassment and buried your face back into the bed.

"Well, in that case, let's not keep her waiting," you could hear the smirk in Julian's voice as he prompted Asra to continue.

Their hand came back to rest on your ass once more.

"Start counting."

With that the first of many slaps echoes throughout the room. You jolted forward from the force of the hit. You let out a breath through your nose before counting.

"One." Another slap.

"Two.." And another. And another. And another.

Coming down a bit harder, you almost forgot to count.

"S-six!" You managed to moan out.

Asra rubbed the redness a bit before pulling back to deliver another blow.

"Sev-ven..." Your juices were running down your leg at this point, dripping onto the pristine white of Asra's trousers.

You managed to get through all ten on the first try. You knew what that meant: you'd finally get the relief you so desperately needed.

Though Asra tried to act tough and indifferent, their actions spoke differently with the way he gently messaged away the soreness. "Color?"

"Green," you answer with a heavy breath as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

Picking you up to place you on the bed, he stood up and began to undress. Unable to wait much longer, you scooted up on the bed as your eyes scanned each new inch of exposed skin until you were marveling at the entire tanned form of one of your lovers.

Looking behind him, you could see Julian with his cock already out as he lazily pumped himself, gaze lock on the two of you. Muriel was a bit more shy with his approach; he had his head thrown against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself through his pants. The bed dipped caused your focus to shift back to the magician as he crawled towards you.

"Because you were so good for us, I think you should get a slight reward before your next punishment." He pushed some of your hair from you face. "What do you say, Flower?"

"Thank you, Asra," you breathed, violet eyes boring into your own e/c ones.

With that Asra tilted your chin up, pressing a searing kiss to your wet lips. Your hands quickly found their way to their soft, white hair as you eagerly parted your lips. Your tongues danced with each other as Asra pushes into your heat.

Your head is quickly thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o' as his cock, hot and heavy, stretches you out in the most delicious way possible. He keeps going until his balls are press against your ass before slowly pulling out and snapping back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room along with the whines and moans flowing freely from your lips as they continue their brutal pace.

Your nails are raking down his back, surely drawing blood but he doesn't seem to care as they spew out praise after praise.

"You always take us so well, Petal. So good for us." He grunts as you clench down on them. "Such a good girl for me!"

Through your endless string of moans you manage to whine out that you're close.

"A-Asra!! I'm -ah- I'm c-lose! Please, don't stop!" You tighten your thighs around him as they reach between you to rub your swollen clit. "I'm -ah! I'm cum-!"

You're cut off by your release, the coil in your core tightening to impossible amounts before snapping. You felt like you were on fire in the best way possible. You could feel the languid thrusts as Asra worked you through your orgasm. As you came back down you could feel the heat of his own spend being pumped into you with each thrust.

They slow to a stop as you both catch your breath. Although the moment of silence is broken by Julian.

"Not to shatter the moment, but I do believe it's time for our vixen's next punishment." He lightly nudges Muriel forward a bit as Asra moves off the bed, pressing one last kiss to your temple. He slips on his trousers announcing that be was going to prepare some teas and snacks for when you guys were done and slips from the room.

After undressing, Muriel lifts you up to slide behind you, flipping you to lay face down against him as Julian settles behind you.

"Ready for us princess?" Muriel mumbles into the crook of your neck. You nod and give a hum of affirmation, still a little loopy from your release.

They line themselves up and slowly start to push into you. Luckily, neither of them have ridiculous girth so while it's a little painful, it's not too bad of a stretch. They take a few minutes after fully sheathing themselves in you to let you adjust. Julian is press to your back pressing kisses and the occasional nibble to the skin of your neck and shoulders while Muriel had both arms wrapped right around you as he buried his face in your hair to help compose himself.

After a couple minutes, the burn of the stretch has almost faded completely, and you can feel yourself start to lose patience. You wiggle your hips a bit to try to get some stimulation, but Muriel's strong grip keeps you from moving too much.

"Are you sure you're okay for us to start moving?" He asks.

"Please," you gasp out, griping onto his shoulder like your life depends on it.

"You heard the pretty lady, let's not keep her waiting, hm?" Julian hums as he sits up, hands moving to rest on your hips.

Almost simultaneously they pull out a couple inches before pushing back in, steadily building up to an almost brutal pace. With each thrust the headboard was banging against the wall and you practically getting jostled around as the sound of skin slapping wet skin filled the space once more.

Underneath you Muriel had his head buried in your neck as his hips pistoned up into you, you could hear the low grunts that left his mouth and could feel the puffs of air that came with them. Julian looped an arm around you torso to pull up further up, hand closing around your throat, adding the perfect amount of pressure that helped send you that much closer to another climax.

They could feel your gummy walls begin to clamp down on them even more and knee you were getting close. Right before you could tip over the edge, they slowed to a stop. A cry left you lips as you felt the coil in your abdomen slowly fade away into nothingness.

"Ah, ah, ah," Julian cooed in your ear, "only good girls get to cum. I don't think you've been a good girl today, what do you think, Muriel? Has our sweet y/n earned the right to cum?" He gripes your jaw and turned you to look at Muriel.

You could see a flush covering him all the way down to his chest as he slowly shook his head.

"N-no, I don't think she has." He had been hesitant to try to step up to the more rough, and almost dominate role, but he agreed to give it a try. While he seemingly was enjoying being slightly in control he was clearly still shy about being assertive.

With Julian giving most of the instructions, they continued this for a while, bringing you to the cusp of release only to snatch it away right when you needed it most.

There were scratch marks on Julian's forearms from where he still had a hand around your neck and down Muriel's chest and you were practically sobbing from all the edging.

"Oh God! Please! Please let me cum! I-I can't-" your sentence is broken by a choke sob as you were kept from cumming once again. Which would be orgasm was this? Nine? Ten? You lost track a while ago, all you knew was that you felt like you could take being built up again while simultaneously needing the release like you needed air.

"I think she's been edged enough, Julian.." Muriel's soft voice was strained. Focusing on you they hadn't cum either and you could hear the slight tremble in Muriel's voice testifying that he was also getting to his limit.

"Think you can handle going a little more, sweetie? Just a bit longer, so we can make you feel good?" The red head peppers a soft trail of kisses up to your jaw. You nod your head, not having the energy for much else.

They start up their thrusts and you slump against the ravenette's chest, small whines leaving your lips as you feel the pressure in your abdomen once again. You feel a hand sneak it's way to your clit to rub slow deliberate circles on the puffy nerve. Eyes shut in pleasure and pain, you can't tell who's hand it is, only that it's bringing you closer and closer to release.

"C'mon, you're doing so good, can you cum for us pretty girl?" The voice speaking to you finally send you over the edge, your sure you blackout as the waves of pleasure washes over you like a tsunami.

"Holy- did she squirt?" You vaguely hear Asra's voice before you pass out from the intensity of you orgasm.

When you wake it's dark out, Julian and Muriel are cuddled up to your sides and Asra is softly shutting the door, a tea tray in his hand.

"Hey petal, how are you feeling?"

You shake away some of the grogginess before responding.

"A bit sore, but okay."

They set the tray down on the night stand before leaning over to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his warm hand gently brushing against your cheek. "We didn't go too far did we?"

You shake your head as you lean into their warmth. "No; it was intense but I felt good."

Asra's eyes flash in relief as he helps you sit up without waking the other two. "Here, you should drink this, you've been out for a while." He picks up on of the teacups and places it against your lips, helping you sip on the warm beverage.

(hElp I still don't know how to end smut😅)

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Quick to Assume

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise kink, dirty talk, gentle sex, cock riding, topping from the bottom, clit stimulation, smug Julian Devorak

Word count: 0.9k

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Kinktober Day 1: Praise kink

A/N: Here's the fist fic for kinktober! This was a lot of fun Julian is smug and a little shady but look at him! He can be as smug and shady as he wants.

"Don't be shy beautiful, hop right on." Julian winks, which looks a little funny with his eyepatch, but with the rest of him being naked, and with his cock being fully erect while he slowly stroked it, you couldn't find much about the sight to be unattractive.

"Are you sure? I though you'd want to, well, be the one on top you know?" Not that the thought of getting on top of him didn't appeal to you, but he was so eager to get your clothes off even while you were still at the tavern so you expected him to pounce on you the moment the two of you were naked. "I've heard a lot about you and no one's ever told me they topped the great Julian Devorak."

Julian grinned in that smug, sexy way that made your head swoon even across the tavern floor. "People have been on top of me before. But I assure you I'm always the one in control."

You quirked a brow at him as you crawled on top of him, lightly smacking his hand away from his cock and replacing it with your own. His cock pulsed and throbbed hotly in your hand, the tip leaking cum as you swiped the pad of your thumb over it, using his cum to get him ready for you.

"You've done enough of that already. I just want to feel what it's like to be inside you. What do you say? Don't you want to feel my cock now? Or do you need more of my mouth?" A rush of heat flowed through you, settling between your legs. He already has his fill of you in a back alley, and while you could go for more you were craving his dick more.

If he' giving himself to you so completely who you sure as hell weren't going to say no to him now. With a smirk you rose up to your knees, passing the cock of his head through your folds a few times, spreading your slick juices over him. Julian hummed in delight, his hands smoothing over your thighs as you angled your self against him and took in the tip.

You wanted to go slow, you thought he wanted you to go slow, but as soon as the tip was in Julian's smirk turned a little wicked, there was a shine in his eye as his fingers curled and squeezed your thighs and he pulled you down onto his length with force.

"F-Fuck!" Almost topping over you braced yourself on his shoulders at the last minute, Julian's laugh low and tickling the shell of your ear, "You tricky, god damn son of a-!" Your complaint died on your lips, replaced by a deep moan and the delicious push of Julian's dick nestling deep in your cunt.

"Yes? What was that sweet cheeks? Need me to stop?" He rolled his hips up and down into yours, "Doesn't seem like it to me. Not with you gripping my cock so desperately."

Honestly you should have predicted something like this from he. There was no way that Julian was gonna give up on any opportunity to make someone squirm. But again, this wasn't a bad thing, not when you could feel every throbbing inch of him slowly being thrust in and out of your hole repeatedly.

"Don't stop." You groaned as you lifted yourself up, your hands firm on his abs, legs bent at the knees so he had a very clear, uncovered view of his cock sliding in and out of you. He took a deep breath, his hands keeping your from moving.

"You look amazing like this. You were pretty before but holy shit. Seeing my cock getting sucked into that pretty little hole, having it squeeze around me every time I pull out makes you even more beautiful." It didn't feel like empty praise either, not with the way he looked at you.

Julian had a way with words, you knew that very well. He was good in bed, that much you were currently leaning. But he also seemed to value honesty, at least in this moment, you could tell his words of praise, the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful sight in the world, mesmerized by you, he wasn't faking any of it.

Your thighs trembled under his hands . "Touch yourself, come for me."

Your fingers flew to your clit, rolling it under your fingers, moans falling from your lips.

"That's it. That's a good girl. You're making such wonderful sounds when you're getting fucked. I look forward to hearing them all night long."

"All nigh-!" Your orgasm hit out of nowhere as Julian pressed his thumb over your clit, keeping pressure on it while he fucked his cum into you, a small frown on his face as he growled and cursed. "Can we really go all night?" You breathed against his collarbone as you collapsed against him, your body shaking with every little twitch of Julian's hips.

"For you I can." Julian smiled and kissed your forehead, "As long as you keep sounding like that I can."

You hummed in thought. You expected just one round, foreplay sure, but he was really serious about wanting to keep going all night. To your delight and surprise he was being completely honest with you once again.

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