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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.

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #kinktober 2021 #kinktober #julian devorak x reader #ilyushka x reader #julian x reader #the arcana x reader #n/sfw #smut #female reader #dom reader #fem!reader #sub julian #dom!reader #vampire!julian

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another-lost-mc · 8 months

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KINKTOBER 2023

— a month of cautionary tales awaits you...

reader discretion is advised. heed all content warnings before venturing forward. the following stories are not suitable for minors under eighteen years of age.

you may sign up for the event tag list here.

...and remember, nothing is what it seems.

family matters - the demon brothers x reader

vampire!au. canon-typical vampire behaviour (biting and blood-drinking). jealousy. possessive behaviour. voyeurism/exhibitionism. d/s dynamics. poly!mc.

recommended (but not required) prior reading: one for all

three wishes - barbatos x reader

monster!au. master/slave dynamics. praise kink. possessive behaviour. stalking. forniphilia/human furniture. body horror. monster fucking.

the coven - solomon x reader

d/s dynamics. sensory deprivation. temperature play. sex magic. aphrodisiacs/mind-altering magic. dubious consent. degradation. branding.

just a taste - karasu x reader x mephistopheles

exhibitionism/voyeurism. semi-public sex. masturbation. jealousy. possessive behaviour. overstimulation. body worship. demon form!sex.

the shepherd and the lamb - arcturus x reader

cnc. roleplay. corruption kink. outdoor sex. restraints. blindfolding.

#kinktober 2023 #lucifer x reader #barbatos x reader #solomon x reader #mephistopheles x reader #obey me oc x reader #oc x reader #arcturus x reader #obey me x reader #arcana twilight x reader #obey me smut #arcana twilight smut #obey me demon oc #jes.kinktober 2023 #masterlist

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Very nervous about this one but I figured I'd try to do it. It's also a fun challenge in general and I've seen quite a few fic writers do it, so why can't I right?

The rules are simple, just give me a character for the specific kink and I'll write it. One character per prompt. I'll update the list as the slots are filled out.

Day 1 - Praise kink - Julian Devorak - Quick to Assume

Day 2 - Cockwarming - M'Baku - Used to This Feeling

Day 3 - Masturbation - Angel Dust - Mutual Satisfaction

Day 4 - A/B/O - Idia Shroud - Different Kind of Heat

Day 5 - Dry humping - Geralt - Little Pleasures on the Road

Day 6 - Orgasm denial - Peter Parker - Endurance Test

Day 7 - Morning sex - Cassandra Kiramman - A Little Morning Relaxation Before Work

Day 8 - Breeding kink - Mycroft Holmes - Bride and Joy

Day 9 - Hate sex - Sukuna - The Hating Game

Day 10 - Edging - Tony Stark - Only a Touch

Day 11 - Restraints - Bruce Wayne - Restraining Vengeance

Day 12 - Sex pollen - Scaramouche - Unpleasant Yet Greedy

Day 13 - Overstimulaton - Caitlyn Kiramman - A Real Hard Worker

Day 14 - CNC - Zhongli - Instincts of a Calm Mind

Day 15 - Somnophilia - Jamil Viper - Poison Just as Sweet

Day 16 - Double penetration - Finn and Sevika - Sharing is Caring or Something Like It

Day 17 - Face sitting - Rook Hunt - Ride You Don't Want to End

Day 18 - Roleplay - Natasha Romanoff - Interrogation and Reward

Day 19 - Dirty talk - James Bonde - Even Gentlemen Have Needs

Day 20 - Mirror sex - Sevika - Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

Day 21 - Degradation - Matt Murdock - Silver Tongued Devil

Day 22 - Size difference - Dainsleif - More Than You Can Take

Day 23 - Dumbification - Pietro Maximoff - Empty on the Inside

Day 24 - Power play - William James Moriarty - Know Your Place

Day 25 - Used for pleasure - Darth Maul - Cold, Hard Touch

Day 26 - Knife play - Dottore - Knife Treatment

Day 27 - Dacryphilia - Valentino - That Pretty and Ruined Face

Day 28 - Lingerie - Jason Todd - Shopping Has Many Benefits

Day 29 - Office sex - Marcus - Tell Me Under the Table

Day 30 - Creampie - Albert James Moriarty - Mind Over Lust

Day 31 - Love bites - Human!Alastor - Obvious Places

Bonus Day - Titfucking - Grog Strongjaw - Rough Around the Edges

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dr3mvaalmar · 7 months

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Showers of Sentiments | Kinktober Day 6

Pairing: Asra x Gn! Reader

Prompt: First Kiss (sfw)

Summary: Asra and the reader spend the day inside the shop on a rainy day.

Warnings/Tags: none that I know of

Author's Note: I didn't have time to edit and go through this thoroughly because of work and lack of sleep. It might sound a bit robotic. Thank you for your patience.

My eyes peered to the skies, a veil of pregnant clouds overcast above. Peering back down towards Asra, he seemed none the wiser to the looming storm. We were walking in the market after a midday excursion. Our feet hit the cobblestones as we strolled to various stalls and attractions. Today was the weekly bazaar, where new tents and goodies were spread across in succession—the colorful array of fabrics billowed in the growing wind. The shouting of merchants and customers resonated across the entire street, a cacophony of voices melding into one. Various stalls had everything from fruit and vegetables to crafts and necessities. It was hectic in the market. The lively crowd was so dense I could hardly see in front of me.

Asra turned towards me, a fleeting glance to ensure I was steadily behind him. He didn’t dare leave me behind, but it was certainly hard to keep up. He weaved through the crowd with graceful agility I couldn’t compare with. Seeing my newfound struggle as people entrapped me between them, Asra took my hand in his. It was gentle, yet I trusted him not to let go.

“It’s about to rain,” I shouted towards Asra. He didn’t seem to notice the first time, so I repeated it. He gazed upwards. The clouds were now upon us. Asra’s nose scrunched up as a droplet plummeted onto his face. “We should go back to the shop.”

“I was hoping we could pick up some mandrake root before we go,” Asra said, his lips puckering in disappointment. I squeezed his hand tighter just as the rain started to pour on the two of us. “Well, it can wait for another day. How about we have a little fun, (Y/n)? It’s not often there’s rain this time of year.”

My lips curled upward, which only encouraged him further. He took my hand, guiding me through the crowd. By now, everyone was getting soaked as the rain increased in vigor. It was much easier to maneuver by now.

Asra took me to an alley nearby before undoing the straps of his shoes. I could only watch miraculously as he set the shoes aside. Asra looked up from his crouched position, beckoning me to do the same. Reluctantly, I followed suit.

“Isn’t this exciting? I can’t remember the last time I felt rain like this,” Asra said, his arms spreading out from beside him. He twisted and hopped in the puddles, never minding the mud he was stepping on. Asra took me along as we reveled in the coolness of the downpour. I paused to close my eyes, enjoying the trickling of water and the giggles of Asra before me. The smell of petrichor was heavy in the air. Even though the rain was cold this time of year, it felt like a blanket across me. Water cascaded across my exposed flesh, dripping onto the ground below.

Asra’s shoulder brushed against mine as he returned to my side. His eyes were filled with wonder as we enjoyed the scene before us. Houses were dripping with water, the pitter-patter making music along the cobblestone. The sky was dark, and the sun was long obscured.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but admire Asra. The way the rain soaked into his white curls, dripping onto his long lashes. His face was slick and glimmered in the dimness of the storm. His clothes clung to his form, leaving little to the imagination. The way he stomped around like a child was so endearing. When Asra drew near again, I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth against my cold skin. Yet, I felt a hole in my heart. Something was missing.

I grabbed both of his hands, bringing them up to my face. I didn’t heed his flustered expression as I laid his fingers across my skin. They were wet but comforting. I nudged into them, inciting a delicate sound to escape from Asra’s throat. I giggled.

“Maybe we should go to the shop,” Asra said, turning away. “You’ll catch a cold if we stay out here too long.”

“What about the fun?” I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. His golden skin was gorgeous under the reflection of the rain.

“It wouldn’t be any fun if you got sick, now would it?”

We both returned to the shop, soaking wet from the torrent of rain. The sky was getting darker by the moment. Lightning would pierce the clouds, and a bang of thunder would resume. It was getting more unruly by the moment, but Asra was able to shield us with a magic barrier above us.

When we opened the doors, the shop seemed so inviting. The aroma of the potion ingredients brewing in the kitchen hit my senses. It was intense, almost overpowering. Asra used a spell to disperse the heat throughout the house, warding off the chill of the raging storm outside. Thunder shook the house with every strike of lightning. As Asra prepared, I went to our shared bedroom, stripping my wet clothes.

“(Y/n), what kind of bakhoor do want?” Asra said, calling my attention. I turned towards the closed door, sensing his presence on the other side. “I’m also preparing tea in the other room.”

I told him my preference before he scurried off. We collected some perfumed wood chips from a traveling merchant. It complimented the house and our clothes with a flourish of enticing fragrances. I chuckled to myself before putting on some warm night clothes. I hung my old garments to dry before I would clean them tomorrow.

I entered the room to find Asra curled on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows. He must’ve changed already, as his attire was dry and very gaudy compared to his usual garments. The bakhoor smoke wafted around him, inviting coziness and leisure. Beside him was a pot of boiling water, sustained purely on a small brazier. He invited me in with a smile.

I walked towards the window, peering through the curtains to see rain spilling down the side of the shop. It didn’t look like it'd die down anytime soon. The droplets seemed to dance wickedly across the windowpane. I walked back to Asra as he patted the spot next to him.

“What tea did you make for us?” I asked as Asra started pouring the cup. He waved his hand, clearing the steam away from my face. I eagerly peered into the amber liquid as it gyrated with each subtle movement.

“Today it’s elderflower and echinacea,” Asra affirmed. I leaned over to savor the smell. It was very floral and soft with slightly fruity notes. I took the cup in my hand, the heat radiating into my fingers. Tentatively, I took a sip.

“It’s hot, but I—” I said before scrunching my nose. In one fluid motion, I sneezed, tossing the liquid in my hand. Asra had strong reflexes to stabilize the cup, but it wasn't near enough to protect me. The hot liquid tipped over the edge, spilling onto my lap. I jerked but tried to stay calm in front of him. Asra looked pitifully at me as he set my drink aside.

“Ah, (Y/n)!” Asra said, frantically finding a rag to soak up the tea. “I knew you would get sick. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have taken you out in the rain.”

I only giggled, the initial heat subsiding. I dabbed at my clothes, paying no mind after a moment. I laid a hand on Asra’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t apologize,” I assured, his eyes dull and half-blinking. “I enjoyed our time together.

Asra seemed aloof, refusing to look me in the eyes. However, I knew no matter how much I reassured him, he would still feel guilty. It wasn’t even his fault. I wouldn’t even get sick this quickly.

“Can I make it up to you?” Asra asked, hands folded together. “I have a remedy that may help.”

I nodded enthusiastically. Anything to make him feel better. He got up from his criss-crossed position. He disappeared briefly before reappearing with a bottle of viscous liquid and some wool socks. I arched a brow.

“Lie down, (Y/n),” Asra instructed with a tender smile. I did as I was told, lying on the nest of fabrics below. Asra seemed determined as he grasped my right leg.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he poured oil over his hand. He looked up from his task.

“There’s a tradition,” Asra began, “that taking care of someone’s feet is seen as a deep act of respect and care. The feet, after all, carry all of our burdens. They are deeply connected to the body.”

Asra rubbed my feet with gentle pressure. His hands glided gracefully along the skin from my ankles to my heels, to the pads of my feet, all the way to my toes. I giggled, his touch tickling with every movement. The sensation of the oil on my skin was slightly uncomfortable, but his love and devotion put me at ease. I felt a pressure lift from my shoulders as he finished his massage. He glanced at me curiously as he put on the socks for me.

“Thank you, master,” I said, descending into the blankets. “Why don’t you join me?”

Asra didn’t need to say anything as he enveloped himself in the blankets. His body was so close that I could see every detail. Everything about him brought peace to my mind. Yet, I felt a slight longing for more…

We both lay on our sides, face to face. It was awkward for a moment. Asra’s breathing was faint, and he closed his eyes as if about to fall asleep. I lifted my hand, letting it brush the hair from his face.

Asra seemed so serene. So calm. His gentle breathing was enough to tempt me to sleep. However, not just yet.

“Master,” I called as he let out a disgruntled moan. I gently ran my finger along his skin, causing his eyes to flutter open slowly. “Do you mind coming closer? I’m cold.”

Asra mumbled out a sleepy response that I didn’t quite hear. His arms caressed my side before tugging me into an embrace. His cheek rests delicately against mine. I felt every vibration from his voice as he said, “Is this okay?”

I hummed in agreement, my body sinking into my surroundings. It felt like I could stay here for eternity, forever bound by the comfort of Asra’s body. His touch was softer than anything I could ever experience. I spent a few moments in bliss.

“Master, are you awake?” I asked, feeling shame in waking him again. However, each time, he was patient with me. Asra never raised his voice or caused a commotion. He was always attentive to my wants and needs. “Can I kiss you?”

Asra chuckled, dropping a limp arm around my waist, “Don’t be silly.”

Putting on a brave front, I took his head into my hands. Asra’s eyes immediately darted open, disbelief ridden all across his face. I leaned forward, letting my lips graze his forehead. One gentle peck of a brief kiss, and I was satisfied. The sinking pit in my chest drifted away.

“You really make it hard to sleep when you do that,” Asra whispered bashfully. “Kiss me more, but do it right.”

I giggled as Asra beckoned me with his violet eyes. My lips opened slightly, but I hesitated, his sweet face disintegrating every ounce of confidence I had left. He looked very pleased with himself every second that passed by. Asra inched closer as if coiling for a strike. As his lips paused before me, I breathed in his scent, letting it consume me entirely. I closed my eyes, letting his lips clash with mine. It felt soft and tender, beyond anything I could’ve imagined. As Asra pushed against me, I felt the ties of our bond tighten.

Asra peeled away, but his entire body seemed to motion for more. As we comprehended what just happened, time seemed to still until it was just the two of us. Nothing else mattered but us.

“Not bad for a first,” Asra chuckled, focusing solely on my lips. “How about we try this again?”

Our lips entwined as one, moving in waves of passion and zest. Asra’s motions became bolder and hungrier, the sounds of our kisses reverberating off the walls.

“More,” Asra would say. “More.”

We spent the time entangled in the midst of endearment, kissing until the taste of Asra was fixed on my lips. My mouth tingled, urging me for more. Yet, I knew time was dwindling, and I wanted nothing more than to sleep with Asra with the muffled song of the rain.

Asra wrapped the blanket around us. His warmth cradled me and soothed every inkling of sickness that I could’ve possibly had. His presence was my panacea.

“Good night, my soul’s delight,” Asra whispered, planting a final kiss on my lips. I melted into him, allowing my eyes to become heavier. As my mind flittered into sleep, I heard him utter one final phrase…

“I love you.”

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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ghoulfriendfangs · 1 year

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KINKTOBER ‘22 - Gentle

Day 24: Virginity with Muriel.

{WC: ~450} {dom!top!reader x bottom!sub!Muriel, gentle, tender}

The candles were lit, filling the hut with warm, ambient light. The curtains were shut, and the door was definitely locked.

Muriel was surrounded by blankets, partially due to the chill of the autumn air, partially because he was nervous, so his comfort was top priority.

You had already prepared him, but you were waiting before you moved on to penetration. It comforted him to take things slow, let him have say in when he’s ready. Right now, you were just lying on top of him, cuddling with him and savoring the moment.

It didn’t surprise you much when he admitted to being a virgin, and despite his worries you didn’t judge him for it. Not one bit. Instead, you listened as he explained that he wanted his first time to be special, romantic, and he wanted to put aside an evening for it… make a date out of it. He said it nervously, as if he was worried he was being selfish, but you wanted nothing more than to celebrate him, pamper him, and make his first time as memorable as it could be.

“I’m…” he said in a low whisper, his voice reverberating in his chest as he felt a strong mix of nerves, but also excitement. He was much more excited than he could’ve guessed. “I’m ready.”

You got up, “alright, Murmur,” you whispered, giving him a small, sweet kiss. He moved his legs in anticipation.

“It may feel difficult at first, just remember to relax and take deep breaths.”

“Y-yeah… okay. Deep breaths…”

When you began pushing in, he made a surprised little noise, though his lips were sealed shut. He exhaled sharply through his nose.

“Open your mouth, deep breaths.”

“R-right, it’s just…”

You waited for him to continue, stopping just in case.

“You’re… so big. Really big. It feels… it feels good, it’s hard but it’s a good kind of hard. It’s… pleasecontinue,” he said, deciding to shut up before he embarrassed himself.

You continued, but picking up on his anxiety you whispered, “it’s ok, you can keep talking. I like hearing what you have to say.”

“U-uhm, ok, it feels… I can feel a stretch, and it, it’s really good, I can feel y-you and you’re… you’re warm, and I like it, I like I-immmgh!”

He gasped as you brushed against his prostate, clutching the bedsheets. “That’s, that’s my…?”

You nodded. “We’ll focus on that more intently later, when I make you cum. Right now, I just want you to relax and get used to me thrusting, okay honeybear?”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “G-go slow,” he asked, “it still feels… really, really big. But I like it.”

“Of course, I’ll be gentle, okay?”

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consul-valerius · 7 months

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Sometimes you just gotta do your laundry naked and soak up some sun you know?☀️

#bottom draws #the arcana #portia devorak #portia the arcana #nudity #been writing a lot of Portia these days for kinktober and i just. love my wife LMAO

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strawboobi · 7 months

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Carved: A Sapphic Arcana Tale.

Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: If she asked to carve her initials into your skin, would you let her? Possessive girlfriend and countess, Nadia Satrinava, may be a little overbearing at times, but it's only because she loves you so much - too much.

Fem!Reader, Kn!fe Play, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Manipulative GF, Possessive GF, Some Fluff, Stalking, Lots of Pet Names, Branding

*I do not own any characters from the arcana franchise, and I do not credit any of these behaviors as canon*

You knew it was late, much later than the time that you had told your girlfriend, Nadia, that you’d be home. You had gone out with some friends to catch-up, and despite her initial protests, Nadia had agreed to let you go without any accompanying guards or her own presence. It had felt strange at first, being at a bar with nobody to remind you to sit-up straight or to escort you to the bathroom, but after a while you found yourself lost in the excitement of the evening. Your friends cheered as another round of drinks was ordered. You’d already had two shots which normally would be your limit, but one more hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea. That is, until you realized that you had, in fact, had four shots and one miscellaneous drink.

Your cheeks burned with tipsy heat as you made your way to the front gates of the castle. It had to be at least 1:00 a.m. by now. The windows of the building looked dark, yet the stained glass imagery still glittered in the moonlight. A wavering image of lotus flowers and other things that Nadia had found interesting at the time of the castle’s remodeling. She always had an eye for noticing the finer things, it was one of ideals that had brought you two together. You had met during the open market three years prior, you, a palm-reader sat cross-legged in your makeshift tent, and Nadia, head wrapped so that you could only see the blazing ruby hue of her eyes. During her reading, which was meant to help her understand the headaches she’d be having, she began to trace patterns onto the back of your hand with her thumb. She whispered, “I sense that you have been reading palms for quite some time. You need a break. You are tired,” and she was right. After that, you two left the tent together, and from there it was, well, history.

The castle gate opens automatically at your touch, one of the enchantments Nadia had done, and the hinges creak quietly as the iron settles. You begin to walk, shuffling silently through the gardens, heading towards the looming double doors. You huff out a breath, grateful that nobody is around to have caught you, yet. As you ascend the staircase your eyes widen. You pause, foot perched on the stoop of the final step. Your nose inhales and exhales rapidly on its own. You sniff widely like a dog trying to decode the scent. What on earth could be producing such a delicate smell as this hour? The flowers are hardly in bloom at this time of year, and there isn’t a breeze to carry in a scent from the city. No, you know this smell. It is the same one that you go to bed to, the scent you wake up to. It is Jasmine and Lavender. It is a perfume. It is Nadia.

You freeze, hoping that your intuition is wrong, but it never is. Slowly lifting your gaze, you find yourself staring at the round window directly above the castle door. The window is cracked, and from the darkness inside you can scarcely make out a ruby iris, trained solely on you. The window opens with a slowness that you are certain is intentional, and Nadia steps out of the shadows, her face going from shadowed to luminescent. She truly is the most beautiful woman in all of Vesuvia. She does not move, but her eyebrow raises slightly. She parts her lips, “Come,” she demands, “Meet me in the dining area. I’ve prepared something special for tonight,” she whispers at the end of her sentence, and you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps that have arisen on the back of your neck. Nadia retreats, the window slamming shut behind her. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Nadia is not one to indulge in late night sweets, unless that sweet is you, but something in the way she spoke, the stone features of her face, lead you to believe that she is not in the mood for sweetness tonight. You place a palm against the door, taking in its hand-carved grain. Your stomach clenches and releases. “Carved,” the word settles over you like a blanket, yet you cannot understand why. “Better not keep her waiting,” you mumble, taking another breath before pushing the door open.

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The door hisses as it closes, sending an eerie echo bouncing from the walls of the spacious entrance. You swallow. Normally, Nadia would have at least two night attendants and a handful of guards present within the castle at night. “You can never be too safe, sweetheart,” she would coo as she kissed your nose. Your safety was always her top priority alongside her own, so for you to pass by countless empty posts as you progress to the kitchen is all but comforting. “Nadi,” you shout, your voice wavering and meek. “Nads?” You shout a little louder, hoping that she’ll respond. Instead, you hear your voice repeated back to you by the shadows, and again the hairs on your neck rise. “Carved,” the word circles your brain, begging you to unwrap it as you round the last corner to the dining room.

A faint light emits like dying embers beneath the door to the dining room. Nadia must have lit candles. Maybe the power’s gone out? Yet, that wouldn’t explain the lack of chambermaids or guards. Nadia would have probably had more of them around if an outage were the case. Perhaps she would even be in the city, giving out candles to her people. No. Something is off here. You approach the door, another tall frame that makes you feel surprisingly small in its presence. You raise your hand, knocking lightly three times.

“Nadi, are you in here?” You open the door just enough to stick your head inside, peering as your eyes adjust to the addition of a little light. There, in the farthest seat at the head of an empty dining table, is Nadia. She is wearing her casual attire, a teal shawl hanging loosely around her shoulders. Chandra, her owl familiar, sits perched on the woman’s steady finger, preening herself against her owner’s nose. “Nadia,” you whisper, and suddenly both the woman and the familiar are looking at you with distaste. Chandra lets out of a high-pitched screech, flapping her wings before taking flight. She soars at you with what seems like fury, before swooping up towards the high ceiling, and making her way out of the cracked door. You’d barely had time to process your own stumbling into the room before Nadia speaks.

Her voice comes out like molten honey, “Well, well, look who found her way back home.”

“Listen,” You begin. “I know I am so late getting back, and I truly am sorry. I had a few drinks, and I lost track of time. I know that you were probably worried sick, but baby, I’m fine. See?” You gesture to your finger proudly.

Nadia’s shoulders level and then lower. The tension her brow creases away, and for a moment, she is relaxed. You are ok, and she was worried. She’d begun folding and unfolding the blankets as the night grew darker, awaiting your return. Your safety, however, was not enough to satisfy her. Not when there was something you were holding out on telling her.

“I may not be a palm-reader, darling, but I know when you’re lying to me,” She says. “What’s got you so happy tonight, hm?” Her voice goes up at the end of her sentence, and a thin smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Nothing,” You say.

Nadia is pleased with this answer. Her smirk blooms into a full-on grin, then a chuckle, and in seconds she is belly laughing with her mouth agape. The sound is like a siren song, yet the image makes you feel dizzy.

“Nothing?” She spits, all traces of joy gone from her expression. “You mean to tell me that, first, you’re going to be late, and then you’re going to pretend like I don’t know about the woman from the bar?”

You place a hand over your stomach, suddenly aware of the space between the two of you. Nadia still sits at one end of the ivory table, and you stand trembling at the other. “How on earth does she know,” You think to yourself.

“Well,” She muses, pulling you from your thoughts. “I am going to ask you that question again, and this time I want you to lie with some confidence,”

She slides the chair away from the table, standing with her hands folded at her front. Grace oozes from her posture, yet her eyes have narrowed onto you, urging you to say nothing other than what she already knows. You open your mouth to speak.

“You said that she was a flirt for tips, yet you tip her well. 20 extra coins for a lemon blueberry cocktail?” She questions.

“Nadia, that girl means nothing to me. I hardly know her,” You retort. “I barely ever leave your side, not that I want to, but you can’t seriously think that I’m having an affair with the bartender,”

“That girl,” She begins to laugh quietly again. “That girl is the same person who looks at you as if you are a freshly made creme brulee. That girl has not made a single effort to look you in the eye. That girl thinks your tits are a welcome mat, and you are all but closing the door in her face,” She huffs, a stray strand of hair falling into her eyes.

“Nadi,”

“Oh, no, I’m not done,” She speaks excitedly. “Your friend, Pasha, dropped off your bag about an hour ago. She said that when she left, you were nowhere to be seen,”

She starts towards you. “Where were you, sweetheart? Was someone mewing and whining while that tasteless bitch fingered her in the bathroom?”

“We did not have sex,”

“Then what did you do?”

“She,” You swallow. “She cornered me as I was in the bathroom. I was leaning against the sink. I hadn’t realized how much I’d had to drink, and I was feeling sick. She brought me some water, rubbed my back, and stayed with me until I was sober enough to walk back home,”

“Did she walk you home?”

“No,” You’re offended. How could she think that you let another woman anywhere near the place where the two of you live? No, you couldn’t let her talk to you this way when nothing even happened between you and that girl.

“Nadia,” Your voice is stern. “I don’t think that I deserve to be spoken to this way. You act like I just cheated on you when I was busy trying not to pass out in a public bathroom. What happened to caring about my safety?”

“Your safety?” She asks in confusion. “Your safety was abandoned when you left the house without me or an escort,”

“I do not need an escort. I adore you and the life that we live, but I am a grown woman, Nadia,” You throw up your hands as your cheeks heat up.

You turn, putting your back to the woman you love. Nadia has seen you cry a dozen times before, but she doesn’t deserve to see you weak, not after being the reason you feel such a way. You sniffle. The back of your throat burns like you just downed liquor, and the shots from earlier still haven’t fully worn off. You sit onto the floor, putting your head in between your knees. You hear timid footsteps approaching from behind you, but you don’t bother to look.

“Lovergirl,” Nadia calls sweetly. “You know I have a tendency to overreact, and I fear I may have done it again.

“Lucky guess,” you mumble, voice raspy from holding back tears. “You never give me a chance to explain myself. S’not fair Nadi,”

“I know, and I apologize, but when she placed her head so close to your face, I got angry. Realistically, she was probably checking your pupils to see if you were sobering up, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time,”

She does have a tendency to overreact, but - wait a minute.

You get to your feet in an instant. The liquor hits you all over again as you nearly slump back onto the floor. Nadia catches you by the arm, steadying you. You pull yourself from her grasp, causing her to jump.

“How did you know that?” Your eyes are crazy, and you’re aware of how much of a drunken mess you must seem at the moment.

Nadia looks alarmed. “Know what?” She averts her eyes to the painting on the wall. It is of her ex husband, Lucio, he sneers in the photo and Nadia closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly.

“You followed me to the bar, didn’t you?” You snort. “You just couldn’t trust me for once? Seriously, Nads? After three years you still find it necessary to treat me like a child. Worse, you treat me like a cheater. I wash your hair, cook you dinner, make time for Chandra, and you can’t even trust me to go out on my own?”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Do what!?” You’re shouting at this point. The words filled the room in a thunderous rage.

“Kiss her,”

“What? I didn’t-”

“You did,” Her voice cracks. “You don’t remember it, but before she started checking your pupils, you kissed her. Perhaps, she kissed you. Either way, it was brief, and it happened. It may have even been an accident, but for a split second your lips brushed hers,”

“Nadia,” You start and then stop. Did you accidentally kiss the bartender? Were you really that drunk or is she just trying to gain your sympathy for her actions? At this point, you didn’t care. Your legs felt like lead, your head hurt, and all you wanted to curl up with her beneath your silken sheets.

“Nads,” You try again, “I can’t remember a lot of what happened tonight, but if what you’re saying is true, then I am deeply sorry. I will sleep on the sofa for the next month if it makes you feel better,”

“You know I only overreacted because I care about you. Right? I don’t want you to get hurt, or worse I don’t want to have to hurt that girl,”

She places her hands on your shoulders, pulling you into her. You let her do it. Your head finds its place on her chest as your arms snake around her waist. She rests her head on top of yours, rocking you slowly.

She continues, “But you did lie to me whether you realize it or not, and I can’t let this one mistake slide. Who knows what would happen if you went unpunished?”

As her words hit your ears, you feel the urge to run. You drop your arms from around her, lifting your head as you struggle to break free. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is taller and stronger than you both physically and magically. You find yourself bound to the spot, unable to lift a finger. She backs away from you, placing the two of you a couple centimeters apart. She bends down to be eye-level with you.

“You can run all you want, but you best believe that you’ll be bound and gagged on the floor before you ever make it out of this castle,” She speaks so nicely, yet her words are pitifully true.

She circles you. “I’ll ask you this only once. Do you want me to let you go?”

You want to say yes. You want to go to bed and pretend that this is a dream, but you know better than to disobey the countess of Vesuvia.

“No,” you whisper.

“Lovely choice, darling. Now go get the knife,”

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This is my first real attempt at writing a fanfiction, so please don't roast me at the stake. Do let me know what you think so far, and drop some predictions for our future chapters.

#sapphic #the arcana #the arcana game #nadia the arcana #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #knife k!nk #slow burn #established relationship #stalker gf #possessive gf #ocs #eventual smut #down bad #It gets freaky #kinktober

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kaizoku-musume · 1 month

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Deal the Deck

Entry #11 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event (shh, don't tell anyone I forgot to post this one before #12). Link to fic on A03.

Fandom: The Arcana

Pairing: Julian x OC (Casimir)

Word count: 1.6k

Prompts: Frottage | Accidental Stimulation

“Remember to clean it once a week with the solution I told you about,” Casimir called out to the last customer of the day as they left the shop. It was nearing closing time, so he doubted anyone else would stop by in the last few minutes. He began clearing up the shelf full of knick-knacks, magical items, and spell books, putting them in their respective places in cupboards and chests and armoires in the shop. He and Julian would be away on a trip by the next business day, and Casimir felt better when everything was locked away on the off chance someone managed to get past the wards on the shop.

Julian, who had been hiding in the back of the shop doing who knew what-organizing his own things, practicing what little magic he’d been able to manage so far, coming up with more ways to unknowingly torment Cas-in order to stay out of the way of the sale, slipped back into the main room so he could start helping Cas put things away. “Far be it from me to question your methods, my dear, but has the shop ever been broken into in all the time it’s been open?” Julian said even as he arranged a cluster of charmed writing quills into their appointed place in a cabinet. “Surely you can have some faith in the strength of your magic.”

“You broke in. Twice, in fact,” Casimir countered matter-of-factly.

“Excuse m-broke in?!” Julian sputtered, hand going to his chest in mock outrage, “I did no such thing. I entered-”

“Snuck in,” Cas corrected.

“Entered in a completely normal manner while the lantern was on,” Julian continued smoothly, “Which i did not have to do, as you well know, since you took my key the next time I showed up.”

“The second time you broke in, you mean,” Cassie said, playing along.

“If I used a key, it doesn’t count as breaking in,” Julian argued. He took advantage of his gangly limbs to scamper about the shop, snatching up trinkets before Casimir could reach them just so he could arrange them in funny ways in storage, like having figurines of the Arcana posed in romantic or antagonistic positions. Cassie should probably tell him off for possibly disrespecting the spirits who very much could choose to retaliate, but it was hard to dissuade him when he set the Fool and Hanged Man so close together, with the Devil off in the corner of the cabinet, facing the walls like he was in time-out.

“That’s funny, because when you were trying to impress Nadia’s siblings the last time we visited Prakra, you bragged about breaking into a bunch of places, including my shop,” Cas scanned the storefront for anything else that needed to be put away. Nearly everything else was behind the glass counter; they weren’t too worried about the curios scattered about in the other rooms as much as everything actually on the main floor.

Cas’ tarot cards sat on a shelf (they liked having them nearby-too much history there to simply keep them in the reading room). Those were definitely getting packed up for the journey, so Casimir picked them up and began absent-mindedly shuffling them.

“Ah ah ah!” Julian crowed, voice slightly muffled by the trunk full of random stuff Casimir still hadn’t organized. “You’re conveniently forgetting our agreement that-ahem-embellishments,” he pointedly ignored Casimir’s snort, “don’t count as admissions of guilt.” He heaved himself back up to his full height, slamming the lid down with relish.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” Cas said. Julian propped himself up against one of the closets before turning to face Cas, gaze immediately falling to the deck in Casimir’s hands. Now that an audience was watching, Casimir added a few tricks to his shuffling, wrists snapping fluidly as he sent half the deck cascading from one hand to the other. “I’m just not sure you can call it an embellishment when you literally broke in. Now if you want to admit you were lying to them, that’s another story.” Casimir flicked his fingers with finality as he spun a single card on his index before dropping it to join one half of the deck, clapping them together into pin-straight uniformity.

There was a suspicious silence on Julian’s end; for someone who loved to have the last word, giving up so soon and so quietly was an indication that something was wrong. Cassie looked up to find Julian staring intensely at the tarot cards, a familiar flush to his face. Oh. It wasn’t the cards he was looking at, then. Well, Julian did always go on and on about how much he loved Casimir’s hands on him.

“Really?” Casimir couldn’t resist teasing. He stroked a thumb against the edges of the cards from bottom to top, watching Julian’s reaction. Julian licked his lips, legs shifting to adjust his stance. Casimir noticed a tell-tale bulge in Julian’s pants.

“What can I say?” Julian tried to play off his instant arousal, “You know me, Cas, always up for anything you do.”

Casimir snorted, “Okay, that one was horrible, and I’m honestly surprised you haven’t used it until now. Very low hanging fruit you were relying on there, Julian.” Cas set the deck of cards on the glass counter and summoned the chair behind it to scoot around until it came to a stop right next to them. They sat down with their legs spread enticingly. “Come here then, hun, and let me take care of you.”

“You really don’t have to indulge me every time,” Julian protested even as he obeyed Casimir’s request. Cassie guided him to sit in his lap, straddling their thighs and facing each other, barely a hair’s breadth apart.

“For the last time, it’s not about having to but wanting to,” Cas said, one hand latching onto Julian’s hip and the other slipping under his shirt to glide across his skin. Using his grip on Julian’s lithe waist, Casimir urged him to start rocking against his thigh. Julian sighed and tipped his head back, baring the line of his throat, holding onto Cas’ shoulders for support and leverage. See, how could he ever deny Julain when he took this well to pleasure? “Seeing you turned on turns me on.” It wasn’t like Casimir didn’t get equally fixated on some of Julian’s quirks, after all. One of these days, Julian would come to accept that Casimir’s libido was as high as his.

“That’s certainly true,” Julian agreed, gasping and jerking his hips when Casimir scratched his nails down his sides, drawing deep red lines along alabaster skin. “You do love-ah!-having me in the palm of your hand, so to speak.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Cas leaned forward and nosed at Julian’s Adam's apple, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.

Julian whines, arching his neck even further into Cassie’s face. Casimir knew exactly what Julian wanted, but the mage kept to chaste, closed-mouth kisses for now, simply because he knew it would frustrate Julian. “But am I wrong?” Julian challenged, running one hand through Casimir’s sage green hair. Cas caught himself before he could make a noise.

In retaliation, Casimir bucked his thigh against Julian’s groin, but Julian laughed in response, riding the motion like an expert-as well he should be with all the times he’s bounced on Cas’ cock. “You’re right and you know it,” Casimir gave a cheeky pinch to Julian’s nipple, and that got a yelp out of him. The hand on Julain’s hip shifted to cup his ass, drawing Julian into a dirty grind against Cas’ own newly hard cock that had both of them moaning.

With shaking hands, Julian pawed at Casimir’s pants, undoing the drawstring so he could tug Casimir’s cock out of its confines. Almost as an afterthought, Julian freed his own cock from his ridiculously tight pants by nothing short of a miracle. He scooted forward the last bit to press them together waist to waist, chest to chest, cock to cock. With a hand braced on Cassie’s lower back, Julian started riding their lap in earnest, the roll of his hips a salacious grind that had Casimir groaning into Julian’s neck. Fuck, no one had hips that swayed like Julian’s, and he often put them to good use.

“Do you want to hear what else I know?” Julian continued before Casimir could say anything, whispering in their ear, “I know you like it when I take you in hand too.” He bit at the tip of Cas’ ear, tongue tracing the outer shell, dipping inside briefly before Julian sucked on the soft cartilage of his earlobe. Casimir whimpered and bucked their hips, struggling to gain much traction with Julian’s weight on top of them. To make up for it, they gripped Julian’s ass in both hands and tugged him even closer, helping guide Julian’s hips in a lewd lap dance. The rush of precome from both of them helped soothe the bump and grind of their cocks rubbing together.

“Shut up and stop being so sexy,” Casimir complained, scraping his teeth along Julian’s neck like the doctor wanted, biting down on a spot near his collarbone where the skin was more stretched and delicate. Julian moaned, his hips rutting forward desperately. Cas wasn’t sure who went for it first, but all of a sudden they were kissing, an uncoordinated meeting of lips and teeth, gasps flowing between them.

It wasn;t long before they were both coming, their shirts a casualty in the resulting mess. The pair leaned their foreheads together, clutching each other close in the aftermath. There was still much to do: they both had a tendency to leave packing to the last minute, and Cassie had to set the wards, but it was nice to just . . . take in a moment of relative calm together.

#my fics #visions of temptation 2023 #the arcana #julian devorak #kinktober #age appropriate

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober '21 - Day 11: Lost in this Moment

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Asra/Apprentice

Characters: Asra, GN!Apprentice

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), Shower sex, mostly implication, fluff, non-binary character(s), drabble

Summary: Just some nice relaxing in the bath

A/N: Shhhh… I know it is technically a bath and not a shower. I choose to use the prompts as guidelines more than rules.

Word Count: 228

Their hands ran gently between your thighs, just barely running fingers across your skin so that it tickled as you leaned your head on their shoulder. Both of you breathed in time, long and shallow as you eased into one another’s bodies, molding to the shape of each other. Their chest rose and fell gradually, a quiet laugh playing at their lips as they kissed your forehead with a smile.

“We have to get out at some point,” they mutter between more chaste, but desperate kisses.

“Later is some point,” you tease, accepting more kisses and spreading your knees further apart to invite their hand further up your leg.

Their violet eyes are so soft, so utterly overcome with longing and devotion as they look into your own. Their wet hair, matted to the side of their face, slowly dripped and you could see how each streaked down their cheeks. Or, you would if you hadn’t been as lost in their eyes as they had in yours. Everything but the details of each other’s bodies fell away into the background.

Their hand flitted closer to your sex, barely brushing against you to test your acceptance. You only giggle as you wiggle your hips, brushing against their own as you continue to stare into their eyes.

Their eyes sparkle down at you, “Later is a very good some point.”

#2af writes #the arcana smut #asra smut #gender neutral fic #kinktober 2021

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demetris-cocksleeve · 7 months

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🚨WHOOP WHOOP IT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE🚨

I've decided to do Kinktober even though I can never seem to finish it😂

Maybe this year lol

32 prompts, 16 days as following:

Somnophillia + Body Worship x Twilight Felix Volturi (Fem Reader) October 1st

Corruption + Anal x The Arcana Count Lucio (Male Reader) October 3rd

Public Sex + Brat Taming x Obey Me Satan (GN Reader) October 5th

Nipple Play + Fingering x AHS Tate Langdon (Fem Reader) October 7th

Breeding Kink + Creampie x MHA Keigo Takami (Fem Reader) October 9th

Size Kink + Cumflation x Twilight Emmett Cullen (Fem Reader) October 11th

Pain + Humiliation x Twilight Alec Volturi/Jane Volturi (No Twincest) (GN Reader) October 13th

Cock Warming + Bullying x Obey Me Solomon (Male Reader) October 15th

Bondage + Lingerie x The Arcana Julian Devorak (Fem Reader) October 17th

Mirror Sex + Spanking x MHA Aizawa Shouta (Male Reader) October 19th

Voice Kink + Dirty Talk x Twilight Demetri Volturi (GN Reader) October 21st

FemDom + Edging x Twilight Jane Volturi (Male Reader) October 23rd

Breathplay + Blowjob x Twilight Jasper Hale (GN Reader) October 25th

Uniform + Authority Kink x Twilight Charlie Swan (Fem Reader) October 27th

Doctor Play + Exhibitionism x Twilight Carlisle Cullen (Fem Reader) October 29th

Monster Fucking + DubCon x Obey Me Leviathan (Fem Reader) October 31st

Wax Play + Choking x MHA Shouto Todoroki (Fem Reader) October 28th

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#leviathan smut #demetri volturi smut #count lucio smut #keigo takami smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #alec volturi x reader smut #twilight x reader #mha x reader #obey me smut #ahs murder house #tate langdon smut #felix volturi smut #aizawa shota smut #the arcana x reader

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count-lucio · 5 months

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so devastated that i decided to get back into the arcana AFTER october ended because now i can't do any sort of prompt-tober writing. sigh. can we make one of those but for november? somebody?

#my soul craves lucio kinktober oneshots #long drawn out sigh #the arcana #the arcana game

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teeth-farie · 2 years

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yk we gotta req asra food‼️

Kinktober Day 1: Food Play

Asra/GN Reader

The way Asra’s tongue curls around your fingers is no less than divine, licking up the trace remnants of sticky, golden honey. The syrupy hue sticks to his plump lips and stains his chin despite sloppily wiping with the back of his hand. He moans heartily against the palm of your hand, smacking kisses to the dip of it.

“Asra,” you groan, biting down on your lip as you lightly grab his. “Do you want more?”

He nods, fluffy white hair a wreck atop his head. “Gods, yes, please- please,”

You take the wooden paddle from the honey jar, swirling it around the thick nectar. “On you,” Asra licks his lips. “I want to lick it off you.” He confesses, slowly grinding the heel of his palm against his clothed sex; breathing heavy.

His breath hitches when you take the wooden spoon and hold it over your chest, letting the honey drizzle down onto your skin and cascade over the grooves of your naked chest and stomach. “Then get to it, hun,” you grin, sitting on your knees on the plush bed.

Asra all but stumbles over himself crawling to you, hands skirting over your sides like he wants to touch every bit of you all at once. He leans his head down, dragging a thick, wet tongue across the center of your chest. His fingers press into your sides, his eyebrows furrowing and a low whine emulating from his throat. “You taste so good,” he whimpers, swallowing down the honey gathered on his tongue. “Yeah?” You bite your lip, threading your fingers through his curly hair. You scrape your fingers against his scalp, earning yourself a fluttery croon of delight and another hearty lick.

“Maybe once you’re done here I should pour the honey between my legs.”

“Oh- You’re going to kill me…”

#spicy #asra #kinktober 2022 #auntsaturn #queue #sub arcana

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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.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #julian devorak #julian devorak x reader #julian x reader #julian devorak x apprentice #the arcana smut #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak smut #julian devorak fanfic #kinktober

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