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svmjaeyvn · 2 months

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sincerely yours, s.jy.

chapter 02. groomsmen. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

02. GROOMSMEN

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word count: 3.2k

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a/n: it’s for the plot yall hell be in it more next chapter i promise

— APRIL ‘22

"EH? DIDN'T I tell you to go home and rest? You look more nervous than your mother," Kyung-Mi spoke, frowning at the sight of the evident eye bags and tired look that captured your features. Skimming over the array of make up essentials that would be used for the day by all the bridesmaids and bride herself, she picks up moisturizer to begin.

"She stayed up all night rewriting her speech and then she got a call about a wardrobe malfunction with the boys," Hiah answered, eyes focused on the mirror as she curled her hair with her make up already done.

"Can't have a wedding with the grooms suit ruined now can we?" You said through a yawn causing Kyung-Mi to pause as she did so.

"That idiot," The eldest of the three rolls her eyes. Warming up the primer within her hands, she carefully applies it to your skin causing you to shut your eyes. "How did he manage to mess up the suit that early?"

"Apparently when he was unzipping the garment bag, it got caught on the suit. He tugged too hard trying to undo it and ripped the material, one of the buttons popped off in the process too," You explain, a small sigh leaving your lips at the thought. "They panicked and we're going to attempt to fix it themselves but luckily one of them thought to call me instead. I managed to fix it within the hour but who knows how much worse it could've ended up with six men and no knowledge of sewing attempting to fix a hole the size of a quarter,"

"But you got it fixed yeah?" Kyung-Mi reiterates as you nod absentmindedly. "Then relax, you've done all you can and everything's running as it should. Today will play out like it's intended to kid, you've done your best,"

YOU WALKED THROUGH the corridor. Your make up was done, hair styled in a half up-do with cascading curls, and your dress finally placed on for the final debut. T-minus roughly 45-minutes until the wedding ceremony.

As you made your way to the hall which would lead into the beautifully decorated place where people should soon be filling in, you saw numerous of the groomsmen and bridemaids huddled together in a frenzy as well as Iseul, the wedding planner, in the midst. Frowning your brows, you picked up your pace and got closer to the group.

"What are we supposed to do? He can't walk,"

"Exactly, he can't walk. There's nothing we can do,"

"Iseul-ssi, surely there's a back-up? It's Nadia and Myung-jun's big day,"

"Ah, what bad luck really,"

Seemingly feeling outside eyes looking in, Jungwon looked around before his gaze landed upon you who stood silently a few feet away. You stayed focused on Cho Seok, one of Myung-jun's closest friends from work who had unfortunately slipped on water that had dripped from the vases that were taken inside the room before as he was practicing for the ceremony. With his older age getting to him, the fall that would've been mere to everyone else had caused a grave pain to his side, causing a throbbing injury throughout his knee and making it hard to walk.

"___-ssi," Jungwon spoke softly, pulling you from your trance and in return causing those around to halt their conversation as well. Each looked up, nervousness and pity flowing throughout them knowing how hard you had been attempting to make the wedding go smoothly and now things seemed to take a turn for the worse.

Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Seok. Crouching down to his level, you sent him a soft smile as you gently grabbed hold of his arm. "Are you okay Seok-nim?"

Seok visibly relaxed upon seeing that you weren’t upset with him for ruining an essential part of the wedding, and even if you were, you made sure not to show it. Your display put everyone else at ease, including Iseul who began to think of a solution but Jungwon already brewed an idea of his own.

"Yes, I'm fine," He replies, a grateful smile sent to you in return. Nodding, you turned to Iseul expectantly who opened her mouth to speak.

"We can cut the bridesmaids and groomsmen pairs to four instead of five. Of course we'll have to improvise the dance and I'll need to check with the bride and groom but that's best case scenario as we're short on time now," She explained, checking over her watch which displayed forty minutes out. Gaining nods on agreement from those there, including you who listened carefully and figured it was the only solution available, the atmosphere was lifted but still stiff considering things weren't going to be as planned.

"Excuse me," Jungwon cautiously spoke up. Gaining the groups attention, he shifted on his feet, nearly backing out with their beady eyes weighing him down but your curious gaze caused him to clear his throat and pursue with what he wanted to say. "I, um, I can get someone to fill in the spot. If you'll let me, he'll be able to do the dance too so it won't make everyone else change the choreography,"

Looks were spared between the group but ultimately, they ended up falling upon you who sat silently. Contemplating the idea, your eyes stayed trained on Jungwon who met your gaze confidently, although his hands were fumbling behind his back out of nervousness. After a few moments, you nodded.

"Please," Was all you said, the single word enough indication for the boy to get moving.

Quickly Jungwon took off in the opposite direction, roaming through the large corridors in search of his friends. Making his way to the dressing room where he had left them with his father earlier, he hears loud voices coming within knowing they're inside.

Swinging the door open, the abrupt noise caused the three to freeze. The two boys who sat along the couch held their pillows mid-air pointed at one another while the third was holding a bag of candy, a handful half-shoved within his mouth.

Not bothering to comment on their state, Jungwon pointed to a finger to one. "Hyung, come with me,"

"GOD, HIAH I'M gonna throw up," You mumble, a hand pressed to your head as the younger girl attempted to fan you with the bouquet of flowers she held.

"Don't say that, you'll ruin the dress," Hiah teases, attempting to lighten the air but you merely send her a half smile in return. They were five minutes out until the ceremony would begin. Jungwon was nowhere to be seen, the entire line up pairing was switched due to Seok's unfortunate accident, and the only person that seemed to be absolutely losing her mind over it was you. Well, you and Iseul who happened to be pacing and speaking over her wakie-takie every minute to her staff.

Even your mom seemed to be in better state. In fact, she didn't even seem the slightest bit worried, the only nerves coming from the excitement of marrying her beloved rather than the mishaps that had occurred throughout the day. It was as if you took on the role of stressing over the incidents and it made you feel like you aged 20 years in the process.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded with two boys running toward the wedding group. Greeting and profusely apologizing to Nadia, who laughed it off with a pearly smile, they were ushered to their positions by Iseul with only two minutes left.

"___-ssi, this is my friend, Jay. Jay hyung, this is ___," Jungwon quickly introduces, his hand gesturing between the two of you before he notices Hiah to his left. "And this is Hiah,"

"Eh? I'm older than you!" Hiah scolds but her voice was drowned out by you and Jay both simultaneously greeting one another with a bow.

"Nice to meet you," Jay added, a friendly smile placed upon his lips as your eyes widened.

"You too," You hum, suddenly less tense than before while Iseul claps her hands.

"Alright, positions! The ceremony begins now!"

Muffled music began to play from within the closed reception hall. Being the maid-of-honor and best man, Kyung-Mi stood at the front with Park-nim (Jungwon's dad lol I don't know his name), behind them came you and now Jay, then Hiah and Jungwon. Then there was the last two pairs trailing behind.

The first pairing went ahead per Iseul's indication. Waiting a few moments with perfect timing due to her watching her watch intently, Iseul quickly gestured for the second duo to begin their way down the walkway. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you laced your arm with Jay's and kept your head leveled forward.

Following the pace that was practiced to the instrumental piano that played throughout the room, you could feel the nervousness begin to brew over within the pit of your stomach. Absentmindedly tightening the grip you held on the sleeve of Jay's suit, he resisted the urge to glance over to you. As you reached the end of the carpeted aisle at the front of the room where the groom stood, eyes already watering with a wide smile placed on his features at the sight of his soon to be daughter, Jay made sure to give your hand a reassuring squeeze before parting to opposite sides.

Your mind went on autopilot. Your grip on the bouquet of flowers the only thing you were aware of. It wasn't that you weren’t happy, in fact, you were ecstatic for your mother and father in law. You knew that they were good for one another and would continue to be for years to come.

But for the last couple of month leading up to the wedding, you had done nothing but try your best to make everything the utmost perfect it could be for your mother. Now that it was happening in real time, your mind and body didn't know how to catch up.

It felt fast, far too fast in the moment. But in reality you stood up at the front with a warm smile full of adoration and responsive to every word and action spoken between the couple. Even shedding tears at the vows that you heard a hundred times over but no matter how many revision and how many cheesy lines Myung-jun snuck into his speech, you couldn't help but be filled with love.

And unknowingly, as you stood at the front, a boy sat in the audience near the back. A boy from your once upon a time that you truthfully forgot about because you thought he forgot about you the day you met.

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arcanarubinaito · 4 months

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Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

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Main Six

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Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

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Faust

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Malak

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Camio

Chimes & Flamel

Jaeger

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Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

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Mazelinka

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Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

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Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

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Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

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The Fool (0)

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The High Priestess (II)

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The Lovers (VI)

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Strength (VIII)

The Hermit (IX)

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Justice (XI)

The Hanged Man (XII)

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l1terary-loser · 2 years

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The Start of a Wonderful Voyage

Julian Devorak x AFAB!gn!reader

Description: You begin a voyage with your beloved doctor after a month of being too busy to spend much time together. Eventual smut.

Warnings: set after the upright ending, AFAB!reader, dom!reader, sub!Julian, throat grabbing (no choking), spanking, biting, minimal amounts of blood, needy Julian, mistress kink, spanking, slapping, fingering (giving and receiving), cunnilingus, finger sucking, mocking/teasing, praise

Word Count: 3.5K

It was almost time to go on another voyage with Julian. Every third month, you would go on a week-long trip to various parts of the world. You took turns picking out places to visit every other trip. It was your turn this time, and you chose the perfect destination for a romantic summer getaway. You decided to surprise Julian by picking a place you wouldn’t normally choose. You picked a small island nation a day off the Vesuvian coast. It was well-known for its fantastically colored beaches and sweet-smelling fruits. It was going to be a perfect opportunity for getting cozy by a bonfire and staying up looking at the inky night sky.

When you told Julian your plans and where you were going to go, his entire being lit up. He was so excited, he started daydreaming about the blue sand beaches and gentle, purple waves and missed your next words. You cleared your throat and spoke again, more forceful this time.

“We need to plot the course.”

Of course, this snapped him out of his reverie and he looked at you, shocked, as if that was the most outlandish thing you could’ve said in that moment, as if you were supposed to magically wash up on the shores of the island.

“You know what? I just remembered that… Nadia asked me to help her with…something,” he said as he stood and backpedaled to the door.

“Jules, don’t you dare–and he’s already gone.”

You knew better by now than to try and track him down. Wherever he was, it would take far longer to find him than it would to plot a day’s worth of sailing.

You let out a small groan as you sat down in front of your charts. Just because it would be quick didn’t mean you wanted to do it by yourself. Julian may be difficult at times, but he certainly knew how to liven the simplest of chores up.

After about an hour of lining your charts up and planning for every possible contingency–hurricanes, being attacked, Julian finding a way to piss someone off–every single thing was accounted for. Preparation is the key to success, after all.

A little after you finish, Julian walks through the door and makes eye contact with you.

“So, where have you been?” you ask.

“The better question is where have you been?” he retorts.

“Jules…what does that even mean? Nevermind, I finished plotting the course. Although it would’ve been much quicker and much more fun if I had an extra set of eyes and hands, especially ones as experienced in navigation as yours,” you stated.

He whined and said, “Well, I’m here now. I could put some finishing touches on your…chart.”

You laughed at his disappointment, “Maybe next time. It’s time for bed. And don’t you go stealing all the covers tonight.”

“But I get so cold,” he pouted.

“Then snuggle up to me, but don’t just steal the covers and roll to the other side of the bed.”

“Fine.”

You both trudged up the stairs to the shop towards your shared bedroom. You changed into bedclothes and got under the covers. Julian snuggled into your side and asked, “Is this better?” You let out a contented sigh as a response before leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

“If you’re here, everything is better. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

In the morning, when you woke, the first thing you noticed was the warm, effervescent smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. You took a deep breath and sat up. Taking a moment to stretch and slide a pair of slippers on your feet, you walked to your small kitchen. There Julian stood in a small, red apron holding a plate of pumpkin bread that you were certain he brought home from the market.

“Good morning, my dear,” he said before darting his face towards yours to leave a small kiss on your cheek.

“Good morning. Thank you for getting the bread”

He scoffed, “Getting the bread? Not only did I get the bread, I put my own spin on it!”

“Yeah? What did you do? It tastes the same as usual,” you said, savoring the bite of bread in your mouth.

“...I warmed it up so it would taste fresher than it actually is,” he said sheepishly.

A warm chuckle left your throat, “You’re so dramatic.”

“What? I wanted to do something for you, but you know I’m a little culinarily challenged when it comes to anything more than some soup or cooking meat,” he said.

“But I appreciate your efforts anyway,” you said as you leaned over the arm of your chair to press a kiss to his cheek. “And I happen to adore how you look in an apron, so it’s really a win-win for me.”

Julian’s face flushed from the compliment and he turned his attention back to his bread.

The next week flew past, and it was finally time to put your final preparations into place. You had already packed and were on your way to load the ship. You and Julian were each carrying 3 bags for your week-and-a-half long vacation. Every time you took this walk to the docks, the town was decorated differently and there was never a boring trip. This time around, merchants were selling beautiful clothing in all sorts of bright colors–yellows, blues, greens, and pinks. I have to remember to pick something up for Asra. You were certain he would love one of the patterned ocean-blue cloaks.

You continued to make your way to the docks and by the time you arrived, both you and Julian were drenched with sweat and out of breath.

“That’s the one thing I hate about summer. Sweating profusely,” Julian stated.

You hummed in agreement and set down your bags.

“Now all that’s left is to get the bags on the ship and get organized. We should do that now before we head out tonight,” you huffed.

“Aye, Aye, Captain,” Julian said with a lilt to his voice that let you know he was joking.

Julian began picking up bags and you turned to do the same, the only issue being that he grabbed five of the six you were bringing. You sighed and turned to start up the platform behind him with the final bag in hand only to see one of the funniest sights in your life. There Julian stood weighed down by the bags, waddling up the platform to get on the ship. The uneven weight of the bags caused him to be off balance and right as he was stepping to get off the platform, a strong gust of wind blew and knocked him even further off balance.

Luckily, you were close enough that you could wrap an arm around his waist and press yourself against him to keep him, along with your clothes, from falling overboard.

“That could have gone horribly. You know, if you had dropped all of that we would’ve had to have stayed home,” you said while brushing past him. You trailed your hand over the small of his back and down to his hip. You headed towards the captain’s quarters of the ship.

Julian let out a groan and followed after you quickly, “I know, but…I think I deserve a little reward for my bravery in the face of danger.”

You turned back around after dropping the bag you carried and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “Thank you my courageous, swashbuckling doctor. You truly saved the day,” you said with an edge of sarcasm to your voice.

You continue to settle down and organize your belongings on the ship. Julian joins you, still sulking a little, and after a while you finally have everything you brought in its proper place. You took the opportunity to relax and sit on the couch in the captain’s quarters.

“We’ll be casting off soon, and I have to get us on the proper course. Then we can sleep for a while,” you told Julian.

“Sounds great. I don’t think I’ve ever been more tired,” he responded.

You stood up and walked to the ship’s wheel and looked up at the stars to get your bearings. You found the proper star to set the direction of the ship and turned the wheel in that direction. The sails found wind fairly quickly and you were off. As long as no freak accidents happen-and with a little bit of a magical push-you should arrive at the island by tomorrow afternoon.

You took turns sleeping and making sure the ship stayed on course throughout the night. As mid-night came, you noticed the waters begin to fade into a lovely shade of purple. You couldn’t help but become excited for what the trip would hold.

Julian spoke the words that you were thinking, “This is going to be one of the most beautiful places we’ve ever visited.”

“I agree. It’s been far too long since we got a proper respite from our work,” you responded–and it was true. Both your shop and Julian’s medical practice have been bustling with customers and patients in the past few months to the point that neither of you had had a day off since your last adventure.

Julian came up behind where you stood and wrapped his long, strong arms around your waist, trapping you between his body and the railing of the ship.

“It’s hard living with the person you love everyday and still managing to miss them,” he started. “I’ve not seen nearly enough of you in these past months,” he spoke softly, and, with each word, his lips brushed against your ear.

He brought you closer to him and nestled his head in the crook of your neck, “I can’t be without you for that long. It feels like dying.”

“Jules…” you sigh. You turn around quickly to face him and take his face in your hands. You bring him to your level and plant a passionate, searing kiss on his lips. Julian moans into your mouth and desperately grabs at your waist. One of your hands snakes its way to the back of his head to stroke his hair. Julian melted into you and you felt his knees go weak as you broke from his mouth to start kissing down his jaw and neck. You bit and sucked as you went and made sure to leave visible marks.

Julian fell to his knees which pulled your mouth away from his neck. He stared up at you with all the love and adoration in the world in his wide, gorgeous eyes. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head back to take a look at the marks you left on his long, pale throat. This caused him to moan and push his head against your hand, desperate for any affection you were willing to give him. You brought your other hand up to his throat and grabbed it, not choking him but having a firm enough grip to ground him. Your thumb stroked up and down his trachea, reminding him of what he has allowed you to do to him. His eyes glazed over and a flush forced its way from his cheeks to his ears and disappeared behind the disheveled collar of his shirt.

Your hand slid up, over his jaw and settled on his cheek. He sighed and turned his head to give your palm a quick kiss. You gently stroked your thumb over his prominent cheek bone and leaned down to give the tip of his nose a kiss. As you pulled away from his face, you reached down to his collar and yanked him up off the ship’s deck. He let out a small yelp, but you paid no mind as you dragged him towards your quarters.

The two of you made it back to your bed. You pushed Julian down to sit on the edge of the mattress while you remained standing. You looked down at him for a moment before leaning down to devour his lips. Julian quickly responded and pressed himself into you, trying to savor every morsel of attention you gave him.

The kiss grew more and more desperate and eventually your tongue was in his mouth trailing over every surface as if it were on a conquest to capture his heart and soul.

You pushed him down so that his head rested against the plush pillows at the head of your bed as your thighs found places on either side of his waist. Your hands that had previously worked in a frenzy to feel every single dip, curve, and plane of his body met at his shirt to rip it off of him. He let out a surprised groan against your lips, which you were quick to devour like it was your only source of energy.

His hands trailed along your back and he pulled away to kiss at your neck. His soft lips trailed down your jawline and settled at the dip between your collar bones. He licked and nibbled on the skin there as his eyes begged you for more.

You pulled back from him and slid down his body. Your lips and hands trailed down with you touching, caressing, and kissing anything you could reach. Julian let out small, adorable whimpers once you reached his hips and began drawing his pants down his long legs. Your lips attached to his exposed hip bone and you bit down hard enough to draw blood. This caused him to let out a loud, drawn out moan as his eyes rolled back in his head. Your tongue laved over the wound and you gathered all the blood that leaked out of the wound in your mouth.

Your voice cut through the thick silence that had settled over the room, “You taste delicious, my love.”

Julian groaned and his hips thrusted up against your chest as you hovered over him. Your hands grabbed his hips and squeezed, hard, “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight. Do that again, though, and you’ll be in trouble,” you muttered as you sat back up.

“I’m sorry. You just-you just feel so good,” he stuttered out.

One look at his face told you all you needed to know. His eyes were glazed over, his lips were parted, tears collected at the corners of his eyes while drool found its way across his chin. He was fucked out and you hadn’t even began fucking him yet. His lips began to move as if he were struggling to find the right words to say. Eventually, he settled on just one.

“Please.”

You took this as your permission to dive right in. You spit in one of your hands and ground it against his hard cock that rested in a large pool of precum on his gorgeous stomach. He let out a strangled moan and while his mouth was wide open, you shoved your pointer and middle fingers past his lips. You pressed against his tongue and worked your fingers around his mouth, gliding them against his teeth just as your tongue had done not too long ago.

His moans were muffled and his hips kept jumping against your palm. You pulled your hand back and landed a hard slap against his inner thigh. “What did I tell you, baby boy?”

His eyes widened and rolled back into his head as you shoved your fingers further into his throat. He let out a dizzying whine and you felt a warm liquid shoot against the hand on his cock. You looked down to see that the pool of precum on his stomach had been joined by actual cum. You tsked before you continued your onslaught against his body.

You took your spit-covered fingers out of his mouth and brought them down against his tight hole. You pressed harshly against the ring of muscle and inserted your fingers into him. You pushed your fingers as far in as you could and began working them around, looking for the small spongy spot inside of him. With a bit more effort, you found it and angled your hand so that every thrust of your fingers hit his prostate square on. Your hand continued working against his cock which grew more and more wet by the second. He was whining and thrashing around and the only distinguishable words he let out were “Mistress,” “please,” and “cum.”

“Again, already? Look at my darling remembering his manners all of a sudden. Aw, is my poor doctor all pent up? Huh, baby? Are you so drunk on pleasure that you can’t even speak? It’s okay, lovely, let your mistress take care of you. You can cum.”

That’s all it took for him to let go again. Your fingers worked his insides while your other hand continued against his still hard cock.

“You’re insatiable, huh?” you asked.

“Only f’you,” he slurred back.

You continued to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him until his chest was covered in his own cum and tears leaked out of his eyes. “Mistress, please…” he trailed off.

“Please what?” you asked.

“Please let me make you cum. Wanna make you feel good. Please let me taste you, Mistress,” he begged. You looked into his teary eyes and knew you couldn’t deny him anything in that moment, let alone your own pleasure.

“Of course, my sweet thing,” you said. You rolled off of Julian and placed your head against the pillows. Julian’s shaking body sat up and he crawled his way down the bed, making sure to wiggle his ass when he knew you were watching. You let out a soft chuckle and slapped his ass, causing his back to arch and making him whimper.

He laid down on his stomach and got comfortable between your legs. He nuzzled his face against your thigh and you both relished in the contact. However, you were impatient and worked up from the beautiful display he had just given you, so a few seconds later, your hands were in his hair, yanking his face into your wet pussy.

You both let out groans as his tongue licked from your clit down to your slit all the way back up again. He pulled his face back to say, “I can never get enough of you,” before diving back in. His tongue worked his way inside of you and you let out a moan as it brushed against your sweet spot.

He was always so talented with his mouth, and you couldn’t help yourself from heaping praise onto him. “You’re so good baby, such a good boy. Your tongue feels amazing. I love you so much, darling,” flew off your lips along with small moans as his lips found purchase around your clit. He began sucking on it and snuck his hand up to your entrance before pushing inside and curling his fingers where his tongue previously pressed.

With how worked up you were before he started, you both knew your orgasm would approach quickly. Julian was relentless and your hands had a firm hold on his hair, tugging here and there to guide his mouth to where you wanted it. Every time you purposefully or subconsciously tugged his hair, he moaned against you, the vibrations adding to the effect his tongue had on you.

He continued working his fingers and mouth and you felt your orgasm work its way up inside of you. Your stomach tightened and your walls clenched around his fingers as you encouraged him, “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Keep going, darling. Make your Mistress cum. You make me so happy baby-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as you felt your orgasm crash down on you like a tsunami. Julian helped you through your orgasm and licked up every bit of release that you gave him.

You pulled him up by his hair and gently pressed your lips against his. When you pulled back, you both tried to catch your breath.

“Thank you, Mistress. I love you,” he said while pushing his face against the crook of your neck.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” you replied.

You pushed yourself up and walked over to the basin of water on the small table in the bedroom. You dipped a washcloth into the water and took a bar of soap back with you. You wiped the dried cum off his chest and lathered soap in your hands. You cleaned his chest and stomach and wiped the dried tears off his face.

Once you you were done, you laid next to him on the bed. He rolled over and rested his head against your chest and nuzzled his nose into you. You sighed happily and began to play with the ends of his hair.

You both fell asleep to the thought of beautiful blue beaches and sweet-smelling fruit, knowing that this was just the start of a beautiful week.

#julian devorak #julian x reader #julian devorak x reader #the arcana #the arcana x reader #sub julian devorak #sub!julian devorak #sub the arcana #sub!the arcana #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub julian #nsft #tw mistress kink #tw dacryphilia #tw impact play #gn!reader #afab!reader

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vesuviannights · 5 years

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If that's okay with you, can I request Nadia + 5 with fem apprentice, please? 🙏

Nadia/You. Female or afab reader. Lemon.

Upon finding out that you have never enjoyed the pleasure of the 69, Nadia makes a bet with you as to who can make the other come first.

Prompt was “are you sure this is your first time doing this?”

Featuring: 69, face sitting

“Are you very sure this is your first time doing this?”

Your eyebrow cocks at Nadia’s words, and just as a little revenge at her playful taunt, you withdraw your fingers ever-so-slightly from the warmth of her pussy.

She keens, the sound reverberating into where her lips are latched onto your clit, suckling gently from her inverted position beneath you. You moan softly in appreciation, grinding your hips down into her mouth to earn yourself a little more of her delicious tongue.

“I could be worse at it, if you like?” You ask.

“No!” She says it in a way that is clearly meant to be a laugh, but it comes out as a half-choked moan and a very rushed and sudden plea. “Keep going, my love. I do quite enjoy you grinding against my face while your tongue has its wicked way with me.”

Your lips curve into a smile, very pleased with her response, and you begin your ministrations once more. It’s a race, one you very much intend to win even though it is your first time in this exact position, your hips above Nadia’s face while your mouth is between her legs.

Dropping your weight onto one elbow, you tilt your head and blow gently on her exposed clit, swollen and sensitive from your minutes of teasing and taunting with kitten licks and careful scrapes of your teeth. You feel her shiver beneath you, and in return she latches her lips onto your own clit, suckling gently as her two fingers crook and stretch you.

Your thighs shake, and you fumble your touch.

“What was that, my love?” She croons into your thigh, biting down into the supple flesh before soothing the mark with her tongue. “Do you still intend to win?”

You growl, but the sound comes out nothing as you intended, more of a desperate plea that bubbles low in your chest as you press your hips a little further down onto her face.

“Ah!” You cry out as her fingers find you again, a third now stretching you while her tongue laps up every bit arousal that drips from your needy pussy. “Nadi—Nadi, I—”

“Grind against me, my love,” she murmurs to you, closing her own thighs so you can no longer give her the same attentions. “Let me make you scream, suffocate me with this glorious pussy—”

You cut her off by doing just that, grinding your hips almost ruthlessly down into her face with a cry of pleasure, your fingers pressing bruises into her hips as you use them for leverage.

She returns the act in kind, wrapping her hands under your thighs and pinning you to her face with a bruising grip so that you can’t escape, her nails leaving stinging half-crescent marks.

“Nh—Nadi—”

You keen, back arching as you roll your hips along her face, her wicked little tongue as it fucks you and suckles on you and laps at you with almost primal indecency, the sounds echoing off the walls and filling the silence of the room.

You don’t know when you stop hearing it, when you stop hearing her, or your own cries. The world fades and then returns in an explosion of sound and colour, black spots popping in your vision as your orgasm crashes over you. Nadia pins you to her mouth, suckling ruthlessly on your clit without reprieve, making your eyes sting with near-tears at the too-powerful sensation.

You collapse forward on your hands, elbows shaking with the effort of keeping you upright. Nadia resurfaces behind you with a gasp, like breaking the surface of a deep ocean, and you chance a glance over your shoulder to find her with a wicked glint in her eyes, her face smeared with your arousal.

“Now,” you tell her, voice still a little breathless. “It’s your turn, dearest countess.”

She gives you a matching smirk, uncurling her fingers from your thighs to allow you to shift into position between her thighs, staring up at her while she strokes your hair.

“As you wish, my dearest Countess,” she returns in a low mumble.

And then you descend on her.

#the arcana #nadia satrinava #nadia #nadia x reader #lemon #claire speaks #asks #anon #writing #female reader #afab reader

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arcana-presenting-nipples · 5 years

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Headcanons when you’re on your period

Asra :

“Me too bitch the fuck!”

You guys sync up

Actually knows some really powerful magic that is perfect for doing while on your period or needs blood, he uses it as an opportunity to teach you and perform certain rituals

When it is really bad you two lay around at home with hot water bottles on your stomachs moan in shared agony over that shit

We can have 2x as much pumpkin bread we deserve it

Y’all get sick of it so much that you two invent a bunch of birth control and it becomes a huge source of business for the shop

You two close up shop sometimes and go to either the other realm (no real body no period) or Nopal to bang it hang out when cramps got you guys down

Julian:

“Oh sweet! Can I have some?”

“It's not for me it's for my leeches they're hungry”

Cramps? Guess who has ALL THE drugs

Loves to tell you all the medical information about periods and reproduction

Will rub your tummy

tried to take your injury onto himself.... it was weird to say the least. really weird. bc it’s not quite an injury? (assuming he doesn’t already have uterus) the blood had to leave somehow oh god he’s never doing this again you can keep the period he’ll just find more pleasurable ways to alleviate the pain

Nadia:

Bathes you tenderly every day

treats you like you’re holy

heard excersize helps with cramps so she takes you on horseback rides through the palace grounds and had servants pack a basket full of your favorite foods for a picnic

fingers you at the side of the pool on the name of cleanliness

Gets you the best toiletries and most breathable fabric

Loves the way you smell when you're on your period

Muriel:

"Oh wow I forgot about periods, I haven't had them in so long"

He doesn't have much in the way of supplies but will go into town( so brave!) and buy them for you

Will collect a bunch of painkilling natural remedies

Gets really blushy about it

Afraid to have sex when you're on your period at first bc he's afraid he'll hurt you more somehow

When you tell him that actually orgasms help with the pain he definitely wants to help you out with that and if his face is as red as your crotch that's a happy side effect

He might have an anxiety attack if he sees the blood and thinks he’s hurt you and you have to calm him down and convince him you're okay, you're still there, you're both safe

Portia:

She will carry period supplies just for you and gets excited when you need them and she's prepared

Will constantly be making you tea and depositing Pepi on your lap to pet

Will take the day off work to stay at home with you if it gets really bad

When i say home I mean her cottage

Once she used your blood as warpaint on her face when y'all were doing the do and you laughed so hard you fell off the bed

Lucio:

“This doesn't mean we can't have sex right?”

Honestly it's a huge turn on

He's nasty

Thinks it's so badass that you're fucking BLEEDING out your PRIVATE PARKS and you keep going about your day

Gets super clingy

"Punch me in the gut so we're equal,"

If you need to sit down bc of the pain he'll bring out a bunch of entertainment for you

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the-teyvat-wanderer · 3 years

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Working within the Fatui.

Tartaglia | Childe X Reader X Zhongli

Female / Afab Reader

Warnings : Archon Quest spoilers.

Notes : This was my first Work so it’s a little wonky.

Working within the Fatui was tame, but you’re only speaking for yourself. You can’t imagine how it must be on the military side of things. The outfit they supplied you with was..interesting, especially for the weather in Snezhnaya. But nonetheless you worked relentlessly in the debt collection division, organizing the dates and locations for overdue debts. Eventually you moved up the ranks to become the head manager for the debts designated for Liyue. Hearing a many things about the city of contracts you often wondered how it was there.

Your Sister Nadia, who worked as a guard for the Northland bank there filled you on the details that she could fit on sheets of paper. She couldn’t fully describe it to you as she was busy guarding and hasn’t had the time to really take in the scenery, but she did say there are interesting flora such as the Glaze lily or the silk flower. She sent you a perfumes made with the flowers and your favourite was one called ‘fates yearning’ apparently homemade by a woman named Ying’er. You didn’t wear it often but on good mornings you would put on a small spritz and all day you would often get compliments by your colleagues.

— <3 —

Things changed when one evening you were handling debt collection dates and Childe himself was at your door! He talked on a casual tone and asked for a copy for the debt collections for that month. And as he was your senior you prepared them swifty (keeping a cool demeanour),but not before he complemented your scent, you went to bed kicking your legs and muffling your screaming via pillow. After that day you were designated to work under Tartaglias’ division after finding a suitable replacement. On the boat to Liyue you thought back to your sister, and wondered how she would react to your impromptu placement, you hadn’t even gone to writing a reply to her most recent letter. Tartaglia started conversation with you and explained where you’ll be situated and where you’ll be sleeping, he also asked on your personal life, to siblings and your folks.

Once you arrived in Liyue you ran to reunite with your sister but you were caught by the wrist by Childe (He asked for you to refer to him as such.) “hold on there girl we still have some work to do,” he chuckled at your pout but you had no choice. After getting things sorted out Childe took you out to get something to eat, you conversed on your positions in the Fatui he complained on the harbingers way of accomplishing their missions, and you told stories from your childhood. After you spent the evening with Childe you finally reunited with Nadia, and you spent the night talking with her. The next day, the rite of descension was to occur but you had to organize the banks funds and more debts, so you learned that night by Nadia that apparently the Geo Archon just dropped dead from the sky, this spelt trouble but not for you.

Later during your stay in Liyue you met a man named Zhongli when you and Nadia had some time off and had tea together, you wore the perfume Nadia sent you and that’s was caught the consultants eye. After your work load was done you headed off to your sleeping quarters (a small little apartment being rented out on Childes behalf) the city was nonetheless still lit so you decided to get some food for the morning and on your way you met Zhongli again. A gentleman he was, and you hit it off, conversing on the weather back in your homeland and him giving trivia on Liyue. You found your days to be busier than ever, and you also met a boy named Aether when he came to cash in a bag of mora, and had very little interaction until he caught by the docks. There he said your sister had mentioned you and just came back from Monstadt, and you quickly bonded over your sibling relationships, and also supplying his curiosity (and that floating fairys) with much more detailed descriptions on Snezhnaya but you couldn’t say anything about the military side of things as that wasn’t your line of work, telling him it would be better to ask either Childe or maybe a diplomat.

While Childe took you to a meal occasionally, (and teaching him how to use chopsticks) you also met with Zhongli for tea and conversed on your works life’s and such, and Aether who you occasionally asked to retrieve a Liyuan specialty. Things were looking good for you and you became a little more closer with Zhongli. He held you close on nightly walks together, constantly breathing in your scent from your neck whenever you embraced eachother. But there was Childe too, you two you go on friendly banters, and he would take you on his little his fighting breaks and asked for your praise. Whenever things got bloody and you had patched his wounds for you, those nights you would make a Snezhnayan dish with ingredients you previously packed beforehand. Those were nights where Childe would also ask for cuddles saying that your scent made the pain go away.

Some time after you had been at your apartment preparing for the next day when a knock came at your door and Childe stood there bloodied and beaten on the edge of passing out, you gently guided him to your bedroom and asked him if he any sleeping attire.

“It’s okay [Name], just patch me up please?”

You cleaned his wounds and massaged his aching muscles ,and later he fell asleep to you humming a Snezhnayan lullabye. The next day you woke up still in Childes’ arms, you tried to wiggle yourself out but he only held on tighter. Thankfully you took the day off, but would probably miss you and Zhonglis tea date not a second after that thought a knock was heard at your door. You yelled out that the door should be open, and Zhongli came in and after closing the door he had a look of surprise on his face. “[Name]? What’s going on here?” He almost sounded jealous? You explained the situation, the stern look on his never left his face. Childe started to stir and asked what’s the the fuss and caught sight of Zhongli, he stayed quite and so did Zhongli. Then breaking the silence he asked “So~ which of us do you prefer?”He asked cheekily, your face bursted into a blush and Zhongli stiffened. Childe laughed and said “It’s either we share because I’m not going without a fight, or we both get nothing out of this,” he held on even tighter onto you and you thought about it. “I wouldn’t mind getting the best of both men...” you murmured into Childes’ neck. Both men froze. Zhongli sighed and walked over to your bed and laid down behind you. “Mm..maybe it would be best that me and Childe head to Northland bank to discuss some matters.”

Childe came back that night frustrated and demanded your attention and praise. You gave him just that’s while Zhongli came later, and after changing he situated himself behind you spooning you. And huffed with content, while Childe was still a little angry he stayed dormant because you were still whispering sweet praises in his hear.

— <3 —

(No Beta)

05.19.2021

#childe x reader #Tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #Childe X reader X Zhongli #Zhongli x reader x Childe #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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Hi hello! I wrote something very spicy over on ao3, it’s a Vampire Nadia one shot full of all the classic vampire tropes because why not, it’s nearly halloween! If you’re interested the link is below the cut 👀

it’s rated E for lemon so:

🔞 minors please do not interact!! 🔞

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27276655

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You know the story: It's a dark and stormy night and your carriage has broken down, leaving you all alone in the woods at night. Where can you turn to for help but the creepy looking castle on the hill? When you arrive you're greeted by your charming, albeit somewhat unsettling, hostess Nadia. As the night goes on you find that there's more to her than meets the eye, and you find yourself drawn to her despite the fangs and blood drinking (or maybe because of it)

Nadia x AFAB Reader/MC

Words: 3,671

#minors do not interact #the arcana lemon #nadia lemon #i dont write lemon often please be nice fhdjskjd #n/sfw

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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: with the revealation of who your professor is, things start to become difficult

Warnings: angsty, annoyed!reader, mean!eddie, mentions of sex, suggestive language, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, cursing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: part 2 of my new series is here! i hope you all enjoyed the first part because i’m just gonna keep writing this series hehe, i have a lot planned out for it :) enjoy! -sava

Slamming your apartment door closed, you let out an aggravated grunt, stomping towards your bedroom. Because of your sour mood, you didn’t care if you received a noise complaint from your downstairs neighbors, wanting to deal with those consequences after you got your anger out. You toss your backpack on the floor and flop onto your bed, grasping at your pillow and burying your face in it before you let out a muffled scream.

Nadia peaks her head out from her bedroom door before tiptoeing her way over to your room, knocking on the wooden door. You turn to see her face giving you a half smile, walking in and sitting on your bed next to you. She brings her hand to your back and rubs it gently, her delicate touch barely soothing you.

“What happened?” She asks.

“My asshole professor, that’s what happened. It’s only been two weeks since the beginning of the semester and he won’t stop belittling me during discussions and giving me a hard time when I ask questions during the lecture. And to top it all off,” you pause, reaching down at your backpack and gripping your first graded assignment. “He gave me a fucking C minus on the paper I worked my ass off on!”

“That dickhead,” she agrees, continuing to rub your back when you flop back onto the bed. “Do you know why he’s being so cruel?” Is he this way with other students?”

“No, not at all! It’s just me, but…there may be a tiny reason that he’s acting this way towards me,” you say. Turning your head towards her, you see her eyebrows lifted, curious and silently telling you to go on. You sit up from your place, crossing your legs as you face your body towards her, taking a deep breath. “Okay, what I’m about to tell you is very serious and cannot leave this room, got it?”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“I’m so serious. You need to promise me you won’t repeat this because-“

“I promise! Just tell me already.”

“…I slept with him.”

Her eyes bulge out of the sockets, wider than you’ve ever seen them go when telling her shocking news. Her mouth is agape, jaw nearly to the floor as she brings her hand up to cover it. You bite your lip, scratching the back of your neck as the nervousness of her reaction begins to settle in.

“When did this happen?” She exclaims, removing her mouth and grabbing hold of you hands.

“The night before the semester started. I had no idea who he was when we met at the bar. He just sat down next to me, we started talking, then we started flirting, and then, well…”

“Yeah, I think I know what happened next. So he didn’t say anything to you about being a fucking professor at our university before he put his dick in you?” She questions.

“No! We didn’t really talk about that. We just talked about music and other stuff, but now thinking back on it, it makes sense that he teaches music since he is so fucking passionate about it,” you explain. “The way I found out was when I went to class the next day. He turned around and it felt like my entire body went cold because of what we did the night before.

She moves and hand up to your shoulder, sending a sympathetic look your way. You let out a sigh, the memory of what he said to you after the first day of class ringing in your ear and turning your angry mood into a sad one.

"Are you going to sleep with him again? Or is he being all pissy because you shut him down?"

"That's the thing! He was the one to cut things off between us. The morning after before I even went to class, I could've considered maybe hitting him up again for more, but he was so rude about the confrontation that first day so I definitely don't see myself crawling back for more."

“Do you regret it? Now knowing who he is and all,” she asks.

“I don’t know. Sure, it was like, almost the best sex I’ve ever had, but because of what he said to me after class that day and his sour attitude as of late…I don’t really know,” you answer.

Standing from your bed, she turns towards the bedroom door without another word. You follow her, curious by the sudden reaction and see her standing by the phone in the living room. Raising your arms and shoulders up, you shoot her a confused look, before she holds a finger up to you.

“Hello? Hi, I’d like to place an order for a large pepperoni pizza. And also an order of garlic knots please. Yeah the address is 225 Sunberry Dr, Apartment 8. Thank you,” she hangs the phone, before dialing another number.

“What the hell are you doing now?” You ask.

“Cancelling my date with Emilia tonight. Tonight, the two of us are gonna watch movies, eat pizza, and drink some beer to forget about that asshole.”

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“Alright everyone, turn in your assignments as you walk out for the day. Have a good weekend…or don’t,” Professor Munson tells what remains of your class. You were shocked to learn that your class barely made the cut of staying together, with the school policy that classes under 7 people had to be disbanded. Your class came in to 9 remaining students. Out of 25.

Standing from your chair, you gather your things and begin heading out. You place your paper on the pile and stop before you’ve crossed the threshold of the lecture hall. Turning on your heel, you make your way to the office attached to room, knocking on the door. With a sigh, your professor turns to you.

“Can I help you?” He grunts out, tapping the stack of papers against his mahogany desk and looking to you with narrowed eyes. The grip on your backpack becomes tighter as you clear your throat.

“I was just wondering…why did I get a C- minus on the paper we did last week? You didn’t provide any feedback and I was just curious as to how I can improve going forward,” you inquire, trying your best to stay level-headed and as professional as you can be.

“Well…the assignment was to write about the genre you’re most passionate about to start the semester off,” he begins. He places the stack on his desk and swings around to the front of the surface, lightly scooching back and sitting on a clear area. “The way you wrote about your favorite genre made it seem like you weren’t passionate about it. I wasn’t convinced that you even like music to begin with, it just didn’t have any heart or depth to it. The C minus was merely on your formatting and writing abilities.”

You nod, thinking back on the words you wrote. A bit of heat rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, biting your lip to hide to awkward smile that was slowly forming on your lips.

“Want my advice? Quit trying to suck up in the papers you write, I’m not looking for anything that needs to be published or win any sort of acclaim. The goal of the exercise was to share how you express yourself through music and why you’re drawn to it, how it makes you feel, stuff like that. Don’t try and bullshit your way through it. I said on day one that stuff like that isn’t going to pass in my class.”

“And what makes you think that what I wrote wasn’t bullshit? How can you be so dismissive of it?” You question.

“Trust me, I have an eye for this kind of stuff. I used to be the biggest bullshitter when it came to school, so I know exactly what to look for,” he answers, a smug look creeping onto his features.

You huff, rolling your eyes before turning on your heel once more, taking the few steps towards the door. It was taking all the energy you currently had inside you to not blow up at him.

“Wait, stop,” he tells you, standing from his desk and reaching out towards you a bit. You turn, crossing your arms as you raise a brow at him.

“I’m willing to let you redo the assignment for up to one letter grade increase. Just-make sure it comes from the heart okay? Make it personal, emotional, whatever. Not like you’re reciting a manual about music,” he tells you.

You can’t help but smile at the kind gesture, nodding as you grip your backpack strap again. "Thank you professor."

"Sure. Have a good weekend."

You turn once more, heading out the door. Maybe the personal vendetta he had against you was all in your head, and he was just a tough professor all around. He may have a rougher demeanor and act all tough, but secretly, Professor Munson was a softie. Maybe he didn’t have to be as bad as he let on a first…well, technically at second.

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The music in the bar swarms your senses, flooding your ears with the soft rock playing through the overhead speakers. You smile at Nadia, grasping the shot she grabbed for you as she slides into your usual booth next to you. Across from you are two of your other friends within your small group, Derek and Eli. The two guys lived on your floor freshman year, and with the amount of times you and Nadia would hang out together in the floor’s common room, it was no surprise you’d run into them on multiple occasions. Forming a great bond, you all kept up throughout the years and found yourselves sitting in the very booth you’re resting in every Friday night.

“What time is Emilia meeting up with us?” Eli asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“She’s working at the library until 9:30 tonight, so she’s gonna change and get here probably a little after 10,” she answers, taking hold of the shot glass in her hand and raising it up. The rest of you do the same, licking the salt from your hands and hitting the glasses together in with a clink, downing the liquid quickly, letting the strong taste of tequila travel down your throat in a burn. Taking hold of the limes, you squeeze the juice into your mouths and let out a sigh of relief, the boys shouting as the relish in the feeling of the alcohol beginning to overcome their senses.

“I hope y’all make it out of college. Y’all are cute together and I don’t know what I’d do if I found out you broke up,” Eli lets out, his words running together and speech slurring lightly. Eli had a habit of being a sappy drunk, letting his emotions get the best of him during many of your outings that involve alcohol. You all laugh, Derek hitting Eli’s arm and shaking his head. He turns his attention towards you, smirking a little before adverting his eyes back to Nadia.

“Have you started applying to jobs yet? I know it’s only January, but I know people who did internships over the summer who already have a nice cushy job lined up and waiting for them once they cross that stage in May,” you question. Derek nods while Eli shakes his head.

“I’m not too worried about it right now, I just want to enjoy the time we have left to be wild and stupid before getting up to face the working world every morning for the rest of our lives,” Eli says. You chuckle, tapping Nadia on the shoulder to let you out.

“I’ll be back, I'll get us another round,” you tell everyone, excusing yourself from the conversation and walking up to the bar. Leaning against the wooden surface, you wait around as you attempt to flag down that bartender.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asks.

“Four shots of tequila please.”

“Can I see your ID?”

You whip out your identification, handing it to the young man and sending a smile his way. He nods, looking up to you before running off.

“Do you want limes?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Shouldn’t you be reworking that assignment we discussed earlier today?” You hear someone say beside you. Turning, you’re greeted by none other than Professor Munson seated at the bar in the chair beside you, waving slightly as he holds his beer close to his figure. Rolling your eyes, you let out a groan as you run your hand down your face.

“Why are you always here? Don’t you have friends to see or a life to be living rather than slumming it at the go-to college bar?” You question.

“Not today specifically. Usually try to live my live on days where I'm not spending it with a bunch of kids like yourself. Ask me on Monday and I'll tell you about all my plans," he teases, bringing the glass bottle up to his puffy pink lips.

"You sure didn't think I was a kid a couple of weeks ago," you mutter out, loud enough for him to hear.

The bartender slides the four shots over to you as you roll your eyes at your professor scoffing next to you, digging around in your pocket to pay for the drinks. Sliding the card over to him, you grab hold of the shots and walk back towards your friends and set the shot glasses down. The four of your take hold of your respective glasses, taking turns passing around the salt shaker and putting a bit on the side of your hands.

“3…2…1…cheers!” You shout, licking the salt off your skin then immediately downing the tequila, feeling the burn travel down your throat. Quickly, you grab at one of the limes and squeeze the juice into your mouth, soothing the burn just a bit and adding some flavor. You all laugh as you see one another’s puckered faces contorting, soaking in the feeling of the alcohol traveling throughout all your systems and sending a buzz throughout your bodies.

Setting your glass down, you lean your head on Nadia’s shoulder as you laugh watching Eli throw an arm around Derek. Moments like these you knew you’d be missing within the next few months, so it felt nice to be able to soak it in, being irresponsible just for a little while longer.

“After the week I’ve had, I need another drink. I’ll be right back,” you tell them as you slowly rise from Nadia’s shoulder. Sauntering over to the bar once again, you stand in the same place and flag down the bartender once again.

“Another round of shots?” He ask.

“No, no. Just a Vodka Soda with house and then just close out my tab,” you tell him. He nods and turns his back to you, grasping different glasses and containers as he begins making your drink.

“You’re gonna get sick if you keep drinking at the rate you’re going,” your professor pipes up. Groaning, you turn back to him.

“Why do you even care? You’ve already made it clear that you don’t give a shit about me outside of your class, so why do you keep acting like it is the opposite?”

He pauses for a moment, taking your question and letting it sink in. The tone of your voice came out a bit hurt, mixed with the slurring of your words. He really had you believing that he could care less about you with how he’s been acting within the past few weeks, especially after your talk after the first class. He hated hearing the sadden inflection in your voice, because he was not only lying to you, but also to himself when he set things straight that day after class. He stands from his place, inching closer to you until his lips are hovering near the shell of your ear, nearly grazing over the skin that covers it.

“I was only acting like that because I’m trying to look out for you and myself. Because you’re in my class and I work at the university, we can’t do anything. But I just can't get you out of my head, sweetheart. If I had it my way, I’d be taking you home with me every night and pounding you into the mattress in my shitty apartment and making your scream my name so my neighbors can hear through the paper thin walls. Ruining every other man for you in a matter of minutes. Turning you to putty just by a simple touch,” he whispers, resting a hand on top of yours as he begins pulling away slightly to gauge your reaction.

You hate that there is a fresh wet spot forming in your panties, the mixture of his words and the alcohol running through your system making your extremely susceptible and completely turned on. You did only have a few months left to be wild and irresponsible, so why not take the risk? Worse case, you'll never have to see him again past May.

You bite your lip, looking deep into his big beautiful eyes, watching the lust swimming around his beautiful chocolate irises. Leaning closer, you copy his movements and bring your lips close to his ears. Rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand, you breathe out softly before attempting to talk, letting your breath his his neck and watching him shiver ever so slightly.

“What if no one had to know? We can always keep it our little secret, Professor.”

He shoots you a knowing look, biting his own plump pink lips as he slightly readjusts himself in his black trousers. You smirk slightly, proud of the effect you have on him as you watch the gears turn in his head, processing your suggestion and thinking of how to move about this.

“Make up an excuse and meet me in the back alley. We’re taking this back to my place because I really need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he demands in a whisper. You nod, watching him take off towards the back of the bar as he gathers his belongings. The bartender catches your attention when he slides the drink to you with a smile. Thanking him, you pay your balance and bring the drink back to your friends.

“Hey, I just got a rush of nausea like right after I ordered this so I’m just gonna go back to the apartment,” you lie, setting the glass in the middle of the table and waiting for someone to snatch it. Your friends all look at one another before Eli reaches out to the drink, beginning to chug it and making you chuckle in your place.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Nadia asks.

“No! No, I think I can make it back to the apartment, I’ll take one of the buses. Plus, Emilia will be here soon, so I don’t want you to not be with your girlfriend,” you reply, sending her a smile. You lean down and hug her, making your way around the booth to hug Eli and Derek before bidding them all farewell. Grabbing your coat, you rush out the door and swing around the facade of the building until you hit the back alleyway, seeing a taller dark silhouette smoking a cigarette.

You slowly make your way into the alley, walking up to the figure and seeing your professor features gleam in only light making the small walkway visible. He takes a long inhale of the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stomping it out with his dress shoes. He grabs you and turns your back to hit the side of the alley, his lips flying to yours as your hands find purchase in his mane of curls. His grip on your hips is tight as he deepens the kiss, the taste of nicotine fresh on his breath.

“Where. Is. Your. Car?” You ask between breaths. He pulls away and takes your hand, walking with you towards the back parking lot of the bar and unlocking an older van that has seen better days. Holding the door open for you, he smirks and leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, your hands flying to his cheek and returning the gesture.

“Buckle up sweetheart. You’re in for a wild night.”

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the-melting-world · 4 years

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Masquerading with Magicians 🍋

Asra x Reader x Magician

Notes: Fem/AFAB MC

Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation, oral, body swapping

~ 2.5K words

You are tired of Asra’s games.

“Come on, please tell me what it is!” You beg as you cling to his arm. He keeps you light on your feet as he pulls you down the opulent corridors of the palace. The two of you have just left one of the dancehalls and you’re still a little dizzy from it. Not to mention that you’ve had more than a few drinks by now.

Asra’s doesn’t drop his teasing grin. “I want it to be a surprise. We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” You huff.

Asra stops at one of the many polished doors and takes out a key. He lets you inside a private chamber. Inside, the light filtering from the lanterns is pale, but soft. The walls and carpet are bathed in a spectrum of teals and cyan blues with accents of gold.

You look around in wonder. “Asra, where are we?”

He closes the two of you inside the cozy space. “Do you like it? Watch your step.” He catches you before you stumble into the shallow depression carved in the floor. It’s home to a concentration of cushions and downy blankets.

There is also someone waiting for you in the center of the nest. Like all of the guests in the palace, they wear a mask.

“MC,” they say with a delicate incline of their head, “always a pleasure.”

Then they take their time removing their mask. You blink in disbelief as Asra’s face grins back at you.

The Magician? What were they doing at the masquerade? Unlike Asra, they were not wearing a costume.

In fact, they were not wearing much of anything.

You walk up to them and kneel down. “It’s good to see you!” You scratch behind their fox-like ears. “But what are you doing here?”

The Magician nuzzles against your hand and closes their eyes in satisfaction. “Mmm. That’s a good question.” Then they surprise you by pouncing and rolling until you’re on your back.

“Did you miss me?” They say in between nipping affectionately at your neck.

You laugh and suddenly wish you weren’t restricted by the masquerade costume.

“Of course I do! But will somebody please tell me what’s going on?”

Asra finally comes to your aid, laughing good-naturedly as he lifts the Magician up by their shoulders and sits them down. Once you’re all seated with your legs crossed, Asra and the Magician share sly glances before Asra starts to explain.

“The Magician and I wanted to give this to you on your birthday, but Nadia caught wind of what we were planning and convinced us to wait until the masquerade.”

You cross your arms in suspicion. “So I’m about to get a late birthday present? What’s so special that you had to drag me from the party and summon the Magician all the way from their realm?”

The almost identical magicians share another glance, but this one is hesitant. Asra nudges the Magician with his elbow. “Should I ask her or do you want to?”

You look at the Magician. “Ask me what?”

The Magician’s ears twitch in uncertainty. Their overgrown pupils search the carpeted floor for answers.

You hate seeing them so nervous. So you lean forward and take their hands in yours. Due to their otherworldly nature, you can easily feel the pulse of cosmic energy under their glamoured skin.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, Magician. Whether you realize it or not, you’re my friend too. I want to know your thoughts.”

This seems to put them somewhat at ease. Their ears stop twitching, but they flatten them to the side as they look up at you with those glossy purple eyes and say, “MC, I know that I can be a bit mercurial at times, but at the end of the day, I care for Asra. I want to see him happy. And you,” they eased into a smile, “you make him happy. It was only a matter of time before I began to care for you too.”

You try to thank the Magician, but their face immediately sobers and they start talking fast.

“And I know I can’t make you happy in all the ways that Asra can, but I would like to try to do so in one of the ways that I know how.”

You want to agree with the Magician, but you’re not really sure you know what you’re agreeing to.

“I . . . I’m not sure what you mean.”

The Magician lets their hands slip away from yours as they turn to hide their ever reddening face. Asra chuckles as he pats them on the back. Then he leans forward.

“What the Magician means is –”

He whispers the rest in your ear. You feel your own eyes widen and your breath catch at the revelation.

The Magician dares a tentative glance in your direction. You are so overcome with excitement and gratitude that all you can do is nod and giggle.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Asra and the Magician share identical grins. You are already trying to get your masquerade costume off, silently cursing Nadia at outfitting you with something so tailored and complicated.

Asra laughs and places a hand on your knee. “MC, slow down. We’ll take care of that. You just relax and tell us what you want.”

You sigh. “Well, that’s kind of awkward.”

The Magician, comfortable now that they have your approval, lifts an eyebrow and suggests, “I can simply read your mind. It’ll make things go a lot smoother.”

You tilt your head, contemplating that option. In the end, you say, “I think I can do this.”

“Right.” Asra, who is clearly past his patience, closes the gap between you and him. “Let’s get started.”

You gently rest your fingers on his chest. He pauses before reaching your lips.

You can feel your face heating up as you glance in the Magician’s direction. “Let them help you out of your costume, and . . .” your face climbs to a new level of heat, “we’ll see where it goes from there.”

Asra draws back slowly. “Hmph. You adapted pretty quickly.”

You give an innocent shrug, but behind your smile, it’s a different story.

Asra smirks before turning his attention toward the Magician. You’re a little thrown off by how comfortably they regard one another while the Magician works on getting Asra out of his gown.

You lean back on the mound of cushions and watch their intimacy unfold. The Magician leaves soft, lingering kisses at the base of Asra’s neck as they unclasp buttons and loosen the threads holding everything together.

Meanwhile, your hand travels under the high slit in your dress to the warm space between your legs. You’re already wet, but only a little. You try to breathe evenly and not read too much into Asra’s reactions as you tease two fingers in and out.

In what seems like no time at all, Asra’s gown is off and he and the Magician seem to have temporarily forgotten about you. It’s a known fact that Asra takes making out very seriously and when it comes to him, it can become just as intimate as making love.

You don’t mind though. Everything’s better if they don’t realize you’re watching. But it’s when the Magician uncovers Asra’s erection that makes you eager to join the action.

As if sensing your need, the Magician briefly pulls away from Asra and gestures to you. “We are being rotten hosts, Asra. MC wants to play too.”

Asra blinks rapidly, as if waking up from a dream. “MC! I’m so sorry. I just caught up –”

You crawl over to him and silence him with a kiss. The Magician is chuckling merrily in the background. You feel their hands working on getting off your costume now. You and Asra share long, deep kisses while the Magician toils away at the bodice. Soon the materials are sliding down your torso, but you hardly care.

Your breath hitches when something warm and wet latches onto your nipple. You break away from Asra to see the Magician, eyes closed, sucking and gently purring. It makes your head light.

Asra notices your interest in the Magician and encourages you to lie on your back. The Magician hovers over you and cocks their fluffy head to the side.

“I can be whatever you want,” they whisper, scanning your face for some kind of clue. Without speaking, you tentatively reach up and drag your fingertips along their chest. They give you an experimental kiss and your skin tingles as a wave of magic interrupts their glamour for a softer, smoother anatomy. Your fingers register what was once flat, lean muscle now as full and supple flesh.

But your attention is pulled away from the Magician as Asra draws your knees over his hips and wedges himself inside you. Your body reacts to this sublime level of comfort and fit. Like ribbons unfurling for the first time, you unravel, your arms naturally stretching over your head and your spine arching by a few degrees.

In your moment of vulnerability, the Magician takes firm hold of your wrists and bends very close to your face. “You still haven’t told me if this is the form you want me to take.”

You take a steadying breath as your eyes coast over the Magician’s soft anatomy.

You bite your lip and nod.

Asra starts to move inside you.

“Hurry,” you whisper breathlessly, “sit on my face.”

The Magician chuckles as they answer your command. Your lips part as you and tilt your head back to receive them. They tighten their hold on your wrists. The feeling of them restraining you briefly sends your mind to a more primal place. Your eyes flutter shut as you pass your tongue along a set of vertical lips. You give another lick, sucking hard when your teeth catch onto soft meat.

The Magician inhales sharply and lets go of your wrists. They lean back and grab your hair for better control. Your mind sort of blanks as they drop their hips and take a deeper seat on your face. Your hands wander up to their ass, gently encouraging them to make the ride as rough as they want.

“ . . . Damn.”

Asra’s voice. Clearly he likes what he sees.

Your toes curl as he roughly gathers your thighs and eases into a familiar rhythm. You direct your muscles to clench hard and often. But this is difficult when the Magician is practicing their own choreography against your jaw. You do your best to keep up, sucking generously on their clit. Bathing your tongue against the wetter, more sensitive parts. Swallowing.

You wonder if the Magician knows that their pussy tastes like cosmic foam. That it feels like little galaxies bursting into existence all over your tongue.

The Magician calls your name. “Are you ready?” They sound delirious and out of breath.

You hum against their pussy. “Ready for what?”

A moan. “This.”

Something happens and your world tilts.

The tiny galaxies in your mouth seem to expand and swallow you whole. You disappear inside of a black hole and are reborn through the mouth of a white one. You blink to try to clear your vision. Eventually, the disorientation fades. You are back in the cozy chamber. This time you are sitting up and you see...

You see yourself. Lying before you.

The Magician has moved to the side. Once again they are a mirror of Asra’s anatomy, comfortably relaxing back and stroking their own cock.

The other you looks just as disoriented as you feel. That’s when you notice her eyes.

They are purple.

“Asra?” you say, but your voice is not your own. Yet it sounds so familiar.

Your copycat with the purple eyes glances at the Magician. “Did you just –”

The Magician rolls their eyes and pauses briefly to say, “Yes. I switched you. You better hurry up before the spell wears off.”

Your jaw drops. “I’m in Asra’s body?”

The Magician grins. “You’re welcome.”

Asra and you lock eyes and are barely able to contain your excitement. Without even thinking twice, you flip him over and say, “Let’s try this.”

Asra’s skin shivers in anticipation as he finds himself on his hands and knees. You don’t even think twice as you fit your cock inside of his still ripe pussy. You glide in easily, but...

“Oh gods.”

Asra turns his face, which looks identical to yours, over his shoulder and says, “Is something wrong?”

You have to fight your eyes from rolling back. “No, no. It’s just . . . tight.”

You almost don’t recognize your own face when Asra gives one of his distinctive smirks.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You nibble the inside of your cheek and start rocking your hips. All you can manage is a weak, “Mm-hm.”

Soon Asra gets caught up in his own new sensations. Little does he know that you chose this position with the intention of impressing him. The Magician’s soft grunts in the background motivates you to keep thrusting hard and steady into Asra’s warm pussy.

“Hey Magician,” you say, “watch this.”

You reach over just enough to fit your hand around the base of Asra’s neck. Then you whisper, “Bend down. It feels better that way.”

Asra trusts you and sinks his face into the cushions. The deep arch in his spine puts you over the edge. You hold his neck while you fuck him. And while it feels amazing on your end, the real high comes from watching Asra get off.

“Ngnnnn,” he groans in your voice, unable to form coherent words.

You know all too well how your body reacts to this position combined with the pressure against the back of the neck. But this isn’t even the height of sensation.

It takes absolute focus to thrust, hold Asra down, and feed your other hand down his navel. With your index and ring finger, you spread apart the lips of his pussy. Then you employ your middle finger to engage his clit.

“Ah!” Asra had more to say, but it’s muffled by the cushion.

You bite your lip in concentration, knowing the trick to maximizing this sort of pleasure. Asra, though he has tried in the past, could never really get it right. You understand how featherlight your fingers have to be in contrast to the strength of your thrusts and the secure grip you have on his neck.

Asra can’t really hold on much longer.

You feel yourself about to erupt.

But then you are swallowed inside yet another galaxy...

!!!

“Oh. That’s – fuck!”

You receive Asra’s cum in your original body, face down in the cushions. Exactly where you want to be.

The sudden shift back to your original bodies has momentarily untethered you and Asra from reality. You have no control over your hips as they fight to cling to the sensation. Asra’s behind you, caught in a similar puppetry, locked in a carousel of swearing.

Once again, you detect those tiny pinwheels of light emerging in your core as if some of the Magician’s magic has rubbed off on you.

Eventually, you and Asra are reclaimed by natural laws. That floaty feeling dissolves and you are lying in a heap, sweating and breathing like you nearly drowned. The Magician, who is still jacking off, waits patiently for the two of you to catch your breath.

You’re the one who kisses Asra and says, “I think we should help them out.”

He pushes the damp hair out of your face and presses a sweet kiss to your nose.

“I agree. And then after that, do you want to . . .”

You interrupt him. “Go home, take a shower and curl up with a cup of tea?”

He playfully bumps his nose against yours.

“Mm. You read my mind.”

#lemon #the arcana #asra #asra babe #the arcana fanfic #asra x reader #asra the magician #my asks

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asrasotherbottom · 4 years

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Main 6 trying 69ing with an afab mc for the first time? 💓

~~LEMON~~

Main 6 x 69 Time (afab!MC)

Asra

He is super game and confident in his abilities, he even volunteers to be on top if MC wants, he can make it work no matter the circumstances.He doesn’t want to try just the normal laying down 69 position, he’s ~experimental~ (he nearly gives himself and MC back problems when he discovers how much he loves 69ing and wants to do it often.)

He falls into a natural rhythm with MC, their tongues working almost completely in sync with each other somehow, but it does heighten each other’s pleasure to feel both their tongues and hearts moving together.

Periodically he’ll prop himself up and peek down/over and watch MC sucking his dick and accidentally give himself vertigo.

Nadia

She already knows shes going to be on top, and she makes MC work for it, they need to bring her to eat least one orgasm before she starts to work on them. (Perhaps to prove they’re deserving of her expert tongue)

Nadia has experience with this, and she’s perfected the art of being able to enjoy being pleasured without it disrupting the flow of her own mouth and tongue, and she’s very responsive to MC’s body language and moans

She knows what she wants and she is very vocal when it comes to telling MC what to do, harder, softer, farther up, more clit, etc and she asks MC to do the same, she’s good but she’s not a mind reader, and she loves knowing that she’s making them feel good exactly the way they want.

Julian

He’s just happy to be here. Whatever position MC wants (though he has suggestions if they can’t get comfortable). He’s willing to nearly break his back in half if it means MC can lie back comfortably and reach.

Not to say he’s not focused on his partners pleasure, because he is, but whenever MC does something ~particularly~ good, he shuts his eyes and moans and forgets that he’s supposed to be doing something for a minute

He really wants to know that he’s doing a good job, even more than usual. He’s afraid of being too overbearing, moving his hips too much, not focusing enough them, being in a weird position, putting too much weight somewhere, etc,etc. Lots of reassurances.

Muriel

Poor Muriel’s back, he’s trying his best. He’s hunched up and curled trying his best to shorten his torso so MC can have a hope of doing anything other than gazing longingly over at his penis but being unable to reach.

He’s pretty easy to overstimulate, so expect his tongue to go a little off track for a few moments whenever MC gets a few particularly good moves in with their mouth on him.

He realizes it’s not his favorite, he’d rather have all his attention focused on eating MC out, but he can’t just not pay attention to how well MC is sucking his dick, so he feels he couldnt GIVE the best oral experience.

Portia

She wraps her thighs around MC’s face and nearly suffocates them, but she’s having a great time. Oh? Right! And she fucking blows MC’s mind with how good she is at eating them out.

She is LOUD and makes lots of noise and MC keeps laughing whenever they feel her breath tickle them when she moans and then SHE laughs when she gets tickled from them laughing and its all very fun.

MC quickly discovers that the closer she gets to her orgasm, the more aggressive and fervent the oral she’s giving gets, she doesn’t notice that she’s doing it though. More than once MC has to remind her to be careful about the teeth.

Lucio

He’s....eager. Its a mess of him trying to get into the right position and suddenly flipping MC over or back on top of him (he Won’t suffer discomfort, especially if he knows there’s a way for both of them to be comfortable during this)

He talks up his skills to them the whole time. going on and on about his Signature Move and how its all about moving the tongue Just the right way. He doesn’t believe in any of the tricks like the alphabet or anything like that, he just Knows that he’s the best.

Ever the gentleman, Lucio focuses hard on eating MC out, that he very nearly forgets they’re also blowing him until he’s just about to cum, he moans loudly with his mouth still on them, tickling them, and making them fall off of him while he sits there embarrassed and panting (which is cute).

#Anonymous #asra #asra alnazar #julian #julian devorak #nadia #nadia satrinava #main 6 #muriel #muriel the arcana #portia #portia devorak #lucio #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #mine #lemon

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solani-and-ashe · 5 years

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Current Queue-Normal

I’m actually going to be closing requests soon what with tumblr shut down of porn lmao- This blog will still be running, but A) I need a break due to mental health B) Sob backlog 1- Asra/Magician- sequel to his run in with the devil 10% 2- Mer Asra 3- this time with tentacle 0% 3- Magician/Reader/Asra 3 way double the Asra double the fun 40% (Discord gift) 4- Apprentice/Lucio- 30% (Discord gift) 5- Vampire! Julian and Vampire! Asra x nonbinary AFAB reader 0% 6- threesome between julian, lucio, and the devil, DP and nipple play on Julian-0% 7- Sub f!apprentice x dom!Nadia x dom!Lucio. Menge trois with public humiliation, breeding kink- 0% Not Started Yet and on the backlog 8- Fae!Asra Training his pet/ dressing them up/getting pet drunk/collar gifting/The good old classic trapped fae lover dark shit 9- Shifter!Nadia A/B/O- knotting reader 10- Mer!Asra- F!Reader getting up to things before birthing 11- Mer or Fae Asra (will likely be darker Asra) 12- Fae!Asra/Human Pet- possessive Asra 13- valdemar + @ask-the-plagued-apprentice 14- Naga!Asra but Fluff 15- Naga!Asra sequel 16- Julian/f!MC fluff/smut Monster my choice 17- Demon!Valerius with an inexperienced magician? 18- Dragon Asra/Julian w/ their human GF 19- Birb!Julian/Reader

20-Fae!Asra/F!Reader 21- Sounding w/ OC(Artisan) and Lucio 22-Valdemar/F!Reader 23-Devil/F!Reader/Valdemar- cum stuffing/breeding 24- Vampire!Nadia/Reader- Feeding inner thigh, trance 25-Demon!Valerius/Reader- hyper possessive (based on HC list)

#current queue

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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson's guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 6)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: you visit eddie during office hours for an unexpected lesson

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI (blowjob, p in v, creampie, little degradation, little praise, professor kink), angst, cliffhanger

Word Count: 3k

A/N: here is part 6 of my professor eddie series! can’t believe this series is half way over, but it’s just now getting good, i promise hehe :) enjoy! -sava

thank you to my shrexy love @myobmaya for beta reading :)

Tying the two strings together, you pull the coat tight on your body, creating a second knot when you fasten the straps together initially. Finding the outfit currently underneath the thick coat wasn’t as easy as you thought it might be, and you wanted to keep the surprise in tact for Eddie, whom you’d be seeing in just a few minutes.

Things between the two of you have been great since your Valentine’s Day meal together. He cooked some spaghetti for you with fresh made breadsticks he picked up at the local bakery on campus, toasting them up and adding what he calls some “Munson Magic” to the bread, which just meant garlic salt and butter, but still delicious nonetheless. The two of you really connected that night, learning more about one another and for a moment, really taking the time to appreciate one another without thinking about just fucking each others brains out…even if it did happen later that night.

Within the past three weeks, you’ve been going out on dates, both secluded to the confines of Eddie’s apartment with home cooked meals and rentals from Blockbuster, but you were also venturing out in public even, with going out to a few towns over and walking around the the park, going out to eat, and even seeing a movie in the theaters. Sure, it was a risk, but the two of you have been able to successfully keep things under wraps for nearly three months now. Not to mention, the past two times you’ve seen one another you didn’t even have sex with one another, just having the other person being right beside you being enough to keep you both satisfied. You both have matured over this arrangement, impressed with yourself with this success you've found in the dating world.

So, you thought giving Eddie a little surprise visit wouldn’t hurt anything.

Grabbing your backpack, you sling it over your shoulder and pull your bedroom door open, walking out into the open space of your apartment and flashing Nadia a smile once you get within eyesight of her. She sends you a smile back from her position on the couch, before taking in your appearance and quirking a brow your way.

“Where are you going dressed in a big trench coat in the middle of March? It’s not even that cold outside,” she questions, crossing her arms in front of her figure after tossing the remote to the side.

“Last office hours before midterms. Thought I’d bundle up since it gets cold in that building,” you reply her, your hand resting on the door knob. She nods, squinting her eyes at you as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, shifting slightly.

“Is it for your music class?”

“Yep! Trying to get the best grade possible, you know,” you chuckle out, turning the knob slowly. You’re about to pull the door open when you hear a sigh come from Nadia’s mouth, making you turn back to her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just want you to be careful going there, okay? I know that finals are approaching and that you really enjoy the class, but stuff can always change in an instant,” She tells you. Unable to stop yourself, you shoot her a confused expression, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I always am,“ you laugh out, shaking your head. "What's going on? You've been acting really weird lately?"

"I'm not the one acting weird," she mutters under her breath.

"What was that?" You question, leaning a bit closer and flashing your ear to her.

“Nothing! It's just, I care about you is all. Have fun at your office hours,” she says before fumbling around for the remote and hitting play on the movie she was watching. You hesitate a moment before walking out the door, shaking out of yet another weird encounter with your roommate. You weren’t sure what was going on with her lately, but you’re sure there isn’t much to worry about there.

Knocking on the wooden door that leads into Eddie’s office, smiling when he makes eye contact with you and welcomes you inside. Shutting the door, you come around his desk and plant a kiss to his cheek. Trying to pull away, his hand maneuvers to the back of your neck, pulling you back and moving his lips against yours. His scent is even more intoxicating than usual, but that may just be your heightened desires trying to escape with the surprise you have planned.

"Hey you," he breathes out for moment, separating from your figure ever so slightly and glancing up to your eyes.

"Hi Professor Munson," you let out, before dipping your head back down and taking his lips in yours once more.

Finally pulling away after a few minutes, you take a few deep breaths as you stand, smirking at him as he finally looks you up and down. “Are you becoming a professional flasher or something? That’s pretty frowned upon now-a-days.”

“No silly, just wanted to keep warm for the ride over. And I just thought I'd come surprise you during office hours since no one ever takes the opportunity to come and see you during this time...except me, of course,” you tell him, fingers dancing along the strings of the jacket.

Carefully, you begin to undo them, taking the knot apart before shimmying out of the oversized coat. Eddie’s eyes widen as he drinks in your appearance: Simple sneakers and knee-high socks adorn the bottom half of your legs, and a short pleaded skirt with a blue and black plaid design that shows your thighs off covering the top of your lower half, finishing it off with a tight white shirt clinging to your upper half, cleavage nearing busting at the seams with multiple buttons undone, showing the tops of your bra cups. Suddenly, your white shirt isn’t the only thing feeling tight within the small room.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, unable to take his eyes off the outfit. He can't help how sexy you look, but also can't fight the urge to tease you about the scenario.“You do know that Halloween isn’t for another 7 months though, right?”

Shooting his a glare, you turn your back and begin walking towards the door, making sure to shake your ass a with a bit of drama as you do so. “I thought it would be cute, but if you don’t like it, then I can just go home and change. Put some sweatpants on and a big sweater-“

“If you don’t bend over this desk in the next 5 seconds you’re going to regret it,” he lets out, voice stern and low. Biting your lip, you rush over to his desk, watching with careful eyes as he works around to meet you around the front side. His hands rest on your hips for a minute, before sliding up and down your sides, landing on your covered breasts.

“You see what you do to me? Coming in my office dressing like a school girl. Very taboo sweetheart,” he breathes out, inching closer to your neck. His breath fans over your neck, the hot air making heat travel to your cheeks. “Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Trying to fuck your professor in his office like the little whore you are?”

You can’t help but moan at his words and at the feeling of his hands migrating down your body. Cupping one hand on your heat, he takes one of the hands that was propping you up against the desk and rests it on his crotch, feeling his bulge through his black slacks. “You see what you do to me baby? ‘Ya feel the effect you have on me?”

Nodding, you trail your hand up to the top of his pants, popping the button and gliding the zipper down the tracks to free him of the tight confines. Dipping your hand into the waistband of his boxers, you feel his hot hard member make contact against your cold hand. You pull it out, watching it smack against his lower stomach before looking at him with innocent eyes. He smirks at you, nodding towards his cock before letting his deep brown and lust filled eyes bore into yours.

“Think you can help your professor out with his little situation?” He questions mockingly. Nodding once more, you sink to your knees and pull his slacks down to his ankles, resting your hands on his thighs as you lick a thick stripe from the curve of his sack to his leaky red tip.

Eddie’s hands grip the edge of the desk, looking up to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth as small grunts come from his mouth here and there. You circle your tongue around the tip before taking it into your mouth, bobbing your head shallowly as you begin working down his shaft.

He moves one hand to rest on the back of your head, guiding you down inch by inch until the tip begins hitting the back of your throat and your nose brushes against the thick corse hairs that sit at the base of his cock, tickling you a bit. You moan around him, hollowing your cheeks as you move back up towards the tip, and slowly sinking down the length again.

“Such a good fucking whore for me. C’mon baby, take me just a little deeper. I know you can do it,” he coos, pushing your head down for you. You feel yourself gagging around his length when your nose presses firmly into the skin of his lower stomach, taking him down your throat. “That’s it, there you go sweetheart.”

You glide your mouth back up, releasing him from your mouth with a wet popping sound. Drooling some spit onto his dick, your wrap your hand around it and stroke up and down, smiling up at him as you look into his eyes through your lashes.

“Look at you on your knees for your professor. What a naughty thing you are,” he lets out, bringing his head down your face to rest on your cheek. You feel heat creep onto your cheeks again, moving your free hand to massage his heavy cum filled sack and making him tilt his head back and moan. “C’mon sweetheart, need to be inside you. Come bend over the desk for me and let me see that cute little ass of yours.”

Without wasting a moment, you hop up front your position on the floor and move to the desk, leaning your body over and resting both hands on the shiny mahogany surface. Eddie’s body presses against yours, lips traveling to your neck and biting the skin gently before soothing it over with his tongue. You sigh at the feeling, his lips suckling the area and sending more pleasure down to your wanton cunt.

You feel his slender fingers toying with your panties, slipping under the band and gathering the slick that was nearly pouring out of you. He shimmies his index fingers between your skin and the fabric, pulling down the thin cotton material until it pools at your ankles, feeling the cool air of his office hit your wet heat.

“Wet already I see? Who knew sucking my cock could turn you on so badly, huh?” He asks mockingly. “Guess you really are a little whore, aren’t you?”

All you do is moan in response, feeling one of his calloused fingertips circle around your hardened nub and making you squirm. His fingers leave you, making you turn back to see his fist around his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You both sigh as he begins pushing into you, the slight sting of him stretching your walls feeling so good. Eddie’s hand grips at the base of your neck, using it as leverage as he lets go of his cock with his other hand, resting it on your hip as he bottoms out inside you. Your hands cling to the desk, finding purchase on the edge as he begins pulling out, only to thrust back inside you quickly.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. Love when you grip me like this,” he moans out, beginning to set a pace with his thrusts. You sigh, the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls sending jolts of pleasure throughout your cunt.

Reaching down, you start rubbing your clit with two fingers, moaning loudly. You feel Eddie smack your hand away, his fingers quickly replacing yours as he begins making fast and tight circles. The coil inside you is building faster, each smack his cum heavy sack makes against your ass which causes the tip of his cock to brush against the sweet spot inside you sending you further over the edge.

“Eddie, M’close,” you whine out, body rubbing against the desk as he pounds into relentlessly. Eddie smirks to himself, moving faster against your clit and keeping his pace steady with his thrusts.

“Make a mess on my cock sweetheart. Wanna see how good I make you feel.”

You walls convulse around him, moaning into the shoulder you’re biting at as pleasure washes over you. His thrusts begin to slow, becoming sloppier with each smack his balls make against you. You can tell he’s close just by the slowing of his pace, having memorized all his quirks when it comes to being intimate with Eddie.

“M’gonna cum. Where do you want m-“

“Cum inside me Eddie, I’m on the pill. Need to feel you fill me up, please Eds,” you beg, reaching around to hold him. He laces his fingers with yours with one hand, while the other grips at the base of your neck and pushing himself in and out of you with small grunts leaving his mouth.

The warm feeling inside sends aftershocks shooting throughout your spent cunt, Eddie’s thrusts halting as he moans out loudly, spurting thick white ropes of cum deep inside you. As he tries to come down from his high, he’s mutter out obscenities when he pulls out of you, chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathes heavily.

Feeling spent, you let your weight fall onto the desk, legs trembling from such an intense high. You feel a wet sensation on your shoulder blade, looking back to see Eddie’s lip planted there, eyes looking into yours. You can’t help but smile at the cute image.

While directing your attention backwards, you also notice the door knob turning slightly, freezing in place as satisfaction is quickly replaced by terror.

“Hey Eddie, I was hoping we could talk-what the hell,” Dean Harrington says, walking into the room and stopping dead in his tracks, like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s eyes widen as he turns his head, looking at his friend and colleague in the eyes as he mentally beats himself up for the predicament he’s been caught in.

The dean looks to you for a split second, before directing his attention back to Eddie's whose body has becoming completely rigid above you. Dean Harrington's cheek slowly begin turning bright red, blinking as he tries to look anywhere but at the two of you. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, you can tell he's at a loss for words, unable to think of just how he's going to break this surprising tension.

Eddie shifts slightly, turning to a better angle to look at his colleague. His features are also bright red, sweat beginning to pile under his bangs and drip down his porcelain skin. He was scared, and he could tell you were too by how silent and still you were being. He had to try and explain himself, for both of your sakes.

“Uh, hey Steve. I can explain-“

“No, don’t bother," he finally lets out, turning his back to the both of you breathing out a heavy sigh. "Meet me in my office in 10 minutes. Alone. That gives you two enough time to get dressed and vacate this office,” Dean Harrington replies, making a hast exit of the office. Eddie wastes no time retreating from your figure, quickly redressing himself as he mutters more obscenities under his breath. You follow suit, pulling your panties up from their spot around your ankles and tucking your shirt into your skirt, hands shaking with fear.

You try looking up at Eddie, but his eyes are on everything but you. He’s reaching over for his hair tie, gathering his long luscious mane and pulling it back into a low bun. He walks around his room, gathering his things as he prepares to walk out. Opening the office door, he waits for you to exit, tapping his foot impatiently.

Finishing up, you tie the strings to your jacket to hide your outfit before grabbing your backpack. You walk towards the door, turning back to try and look at him once more. With his eyes planted to the floor, his pokes his tongue out of his mouth, looking lost in thought. Funny how attitudes can change on a dime like this.

“Eddie, can we talk about this?”

“No. At least, not right now. I’ve gotta get to his office, so, uh... I’ll see you in class, Miss Y/L/N.”

The formal farewell struck you, sending a wave of hurt throughout your chest and down your spine. With a heavy heart, you turn your back to him and begin walking out of the lecture hall as you feel your eyes grow heavy with tears. You hear the door to his office close abruptly, making you wince a little. What the fuck did you just get yourself in to?

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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 5)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: valentines day doesn’t suck as bad as it usually does

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI (pussy eatting yum, fingering, squirting, praise kink brrrr), fluff, cheesy valentines shenanigans, eddie is a sweetheart, feelings begin circulating

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: here is part 5 of my professor eddie series! i decided i needed to write to help myself feel better and i'm glad i did so. ty for the patience and i love you all :) enjoy! -sava

A delectable aroma pulls your attention away from morning studies, sniffing the air like a bloodhound locking in on a trained scent. Pushing yourself away from your desk, you rise from your position in and walk towards your bedroom door. Peaking your head out, you look out to see Nadia setting down a tray of freshly made snickerdoodles, making your mouth water at the sight. Tip toeing further into the kitchen, you sneak up behind her and reach towards the hot baking sheet, before you feel her hand smack it away, turning to you with an evil look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, quirking a brow.

“Sampling the goods, what does it look like?” You tease, reaching back towards the yummy cookies before having your hand smacked away once more. You feign hurt, letting out a loud gasp as you tend to your wounded hand, making Nadia giggle as she puts another sheet in the oven. “I assume these are for a special occasion and not for just having around the house. You know, since you won’t let me take one.”

“That’s right! They’re for my Valentine’s plans with Emilia tonight,” she announces, turning away from you and fanning the cookies to try and cool them faster. Wiggling your eyebrows, you walk around to get a better angle of her face as she works, lifting your brow at her.

“And what do you two have in store tonight for you to need this many cookies?”

“Oh hush, you. Do you really think I'd make cookies and not save you some?" She tisks, shaking her head as you chuckle. "We're just having dinner here and we rented a movie to watch after. Bought a bunch of candles and rose petals so I’m going all out,” she reveals, a smile resting on her features.

“It’s no trip to the mountains like last year, but this does sound very fun,” you tell her.

“Yeah, I think it will be. Definitely the cheaper option as well, since we're trying to save for our own place after we graduate. But we were kind of hoping to have the apartment alone tonight, if you don’t mind…”

You give her a look for a moment. Part of you thought it was silly for her to even have to mention that. Sure, you weren’t in a relationship and no one really wants to go out on a first date on Valentine’s day, but you still respected that they were a couple and were entitled to privacy every now and then. Nadia paid half the rent so she should be able to have some time alone when need be, you could get behind that.

“Of course! I’m sure I can find something to do,” you say, taking a step back and exiting the kitchen. You plop down on the couch, trying to think of activities that you could participate in by yourself without looking lonely.

“I know what you could do. You could go out with Derek,” she suggests.

You raise up from your position on the couch, eyes wide as your mouth drops a little while looking at her. Derek? Did she really just suggest you going out with Derek? Between this, and your moment at the bar not long ago, you were starting to sense something was made known to every one but you. Even on the first day of the new semester, she had asked if it was Derek you slept with and not Eddie, which you didn’t think much of in the moment. But now, with multiple different comments and situations being thrown your way, you were getting suspicious.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh come on, you know he’s liked you for a while now, right?” Nadia asks, turning back to you and resting a hand on her hip. You scoff, shaking your head as you turn away from her, disbelief making its way throughout your body. “It’s true! I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”

“I mean, I’ve been noticing something a little more recently, but like, I don’t know...I feel like it'd just be weird, ya know? We're such good friends and feelings could just get in the way of that. Doesn't matter anyway, I'm-" you stop yourself for a moment, making Nadia turn back to you with a raised brow. Shooting her a coy smile, you think quick of how to get out of this semi-sticky situation. "I’m gonna go get ready for class, promised someone I'd meet up with them early to study for the big midterm coming in a couple weeks,” you say, jumping up from the couch and all but running into your bedroom. Shutting the door, you press your back to the door, mind still reeling from the interaction a bit.

Of course you weren’t going to take her up on her offer. Of all the years you’ve known Derek, you weren’t sure why everyone, including the man in question, was waiting to push this until your very last semester of college. Plus, with the talk with Eddie that was still fresh on your mind, that was your focus for right now. He was your focus, along with graduating and crossing the finish line of such a big milestone. Not to mention the connection you feel with Eddie is greater than Derek, even with knowing him for a shorter amount of time compared to Derek.

Shaking out of the weird mood, you walk over to your closet, sifting over your array of clothes and landing on a cute but simple light pink dress to throw on. Just because you didn’t have a date for Valentine’s, doesn’t mean you couldn’t be festive.

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“And that’s why pushing the boundaries in music can validate those who didn’t have the proper outlet before and is an important aspect of broadening your horizons when researching new genres to experience,” Eddie says to the class, pacing a bit at the front of the lecture hall. Checking his watch, he slaps his hands together, rubbing the flesh against the other as he looks around the room. “I think I’ll be nice and let you all off early, to do God knows what for this capitalist holiday. But if you don’t have your homework done for next class, you lose 10 points, I guarantee it.”

Your classmates waste no time collecting their things and rushing out of the classroom, muttering “thank yous” they don’t mean before cheering a bit when entering the hallway of the current academic building. Chuckling to yourself, you pack your bag and stand from your position, smoothing out the skirt of your dress before walking towards the exit.

“Miss Y/L/N? May I speak with you in my office for a moment?” Eddie asks, popping his head out from behind the threshold of his office. Laughing a bit more, you make your way over to his office, shutting the door behind you before leaning against it.

“Yes, professor?” You ask, sending him an innocent look. You watch his face falter, a hint of lust swimming around in his chocolate brown eyes. Letting out a small growl, he walks closer to you, closing the space inch by inch until he’s less than an arm’s length away from you.

“You know what you calling me that does to me,” he states, his voice having dropped an octave. You smirk, taking your bottom lip between your front teeth as you bat your lashes at him.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. To be fair, you were the one being formal as well, despite there being no one else within ear shot,” you defend, holding your hands up in surrender. He chuckles, looking to the ground before allowing his eyes to trail over your body.

“Well I just wanted to call you in here to say you look really nice today,” he admits.

“Well thank you. Wanted to be festive for the 'capitalist holiday', as you put it.”

“Does that mean you have a date tonight?”

Giving him a knowing look, you can tell he regrets asking the question as soon as he finishing speaking, closing his eyes and scrunching his nose just a tad. Even after your talk last week, he was still having insecure thoughts about not just your friend, but any guy on campus. He tried to not let the thought of you doing better than him get to his head, especially with you reassuring him that you only had eyes for him at the moment, but sometimes it gets the best of him.

“You know I’m not seeing anybody else, we talked about this last week,” you finally respond. He nods.

“Right, sorry. Just sort of…came out. In that case, would you want…would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” He asks, playing with the rings situated on his fingers. Heat creeps up your neck and settles on the apples of your cheeks, a sudden rush of shyness flooding your system as you match his motions, looking to the floor as an attempt to try and collect yourself.

“I’d love to. Is there anywhere you had in mind?” You question, looking back up just in time to see a happily shocked expression planted on his face.

“Thought I’d attempt at cooking for you again. This time sticking to a recipe that has less of a chance in blowing up in my face,” he jokes, making you belly laugh. You nod, turning away from him and opening the door. “Wait!”

Whipping your head around, you see Eddie fumbling around on his desk before grabbing hold of the stem to the most beautiful rose you’ve ever seen. The deep red hue highlighted your dress perfectly, making you blush once more. He extends the flower to you when he comes back, looking at you with careful eyes.

“I wasn’t sure if you were into roses, but I just thought since they’re like the unofficial flower of Valentine’s Day, I would just get it. Sorry it’s only one flower though, the people at the closest florist shop were practically trying to rob me with the cost of a whole bouquet.”

Taking the flower, you bring it up to your nose, taking in the scent carefully. Smiling, you look at him with pure admiration, thankful for the thoughtful gesture extended to you. “For someone who seems to hate the holiday, you sure know how to make it special for a lady like myself.”

He laughs at your slight jab, kicking his foot as he slings his messenger bag around his body, then quickly plunging his hands into his pockets. You watch his cheeks turn a slight tint of pink, his smile as wide as his eyes as he looks to the floor in bashfulness.

"Believe me, you deserve it." He tells you before extending a hand and ushering you out of his office. Taking the hint, you walk out of the room, turning to wait for him as you watch him lock the door. He sends you a smile when he comes back, leaning closer to your figure.

“Meet me at mine. You want to leave first or do you want me to?” He whispers, breath hot on your neck. You lean close to his own ear, making sure to copy his motions.

“I can leave first. I’ll see you soon.”

The drive to Eddie’s didn’t take long, having gotten in the routine of driving over to the apartment building at least twice a week over the past few weeks. Pulling into an empty spot, you jam out to some music on the radio as you wait for Eddie to arrive. You know he doesn’t usually waiting that long after you leave before taking off as well, so you’d really just be waiting a few moments.

Taking hold of the rose that rests next to your backpack in your passenger seat, you can’t help but hold the flower up to your nose once more and take in the fresh scent. Being wooed like this was such a foreign concept to you, not having gone through the ups and downs that is actually dating and navigating a more-than-sex relationship since high school. Maybe it was something you could find yourself getting used to.

Pulling up next to you, Eddie shuts his car door and waves at you through the window, jumping out of your little makeshift cloud nine you found yourself vibing in. Shutting the engine off, you lock the door as you hold the rose in your other hand, walking behind the older man as you enter the lobby of his apartment building.

Walking through his front door, you notice a small table already set up with a plastic white table cloth, plates and utensils resting in front of their respective places in front of two chairs facing one another, with a small vase sitting placed in the middle, perfect for the rose situated in your hand. You turn to him, a soft grin resting on your features as he does the same.

“You…” you start, walking closer to him and closing the small gap between you. “Are so corny.”

He bursts into a fit of laughter, doubling over for a moment as he tries to collect himself. Standing back up, he grazes your cheek with his hand, rubbing his calloused thumb into the sensitive skin. “I know you like it though.”

“I do. I really do,” you tell him, leaning closer to his figure. Soft lips make contact with your own, moving against them with fever. You slide your hands against his chest, pressing the rose against him as you deepen the kiss. His hands find purchase on your hips, tugging you closer as your mouths danced together in perfect sync.

Warmth spreads throughout your chest as you stand there in his arms. Breathing in the smell of his cheap cologne and stale cigarettes, you can't help but become aroused at his touch. Everything about Eddie was intoxicating to you, drunk on the taste of his lips in an instant. Yet you still craved more of him, wanting every single ounce he was willing to give you.

He flips you around, pressing your body to the door as the intensity deeps your kiss, becoming all tongue and teeth in a matter of minutes. You drop the flower to the floor and run your fingers through his tied up hair, pulling at the elastic band holding it together and successful untaming his gorgeous mane of brown wavy locks. You weave your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots which causes Eddie to emit a low growl deep from his throat. He looks up to you, eyes dark with lust once more just as they were in his office, hungry for a taste of something a little less PG.

He sinks to his knees, pressing his lips to your inner thigh and kissing his way down your exposes legs, before working his way back up and planting himself underneath the skirt of your dress. He flips it up, smirking up at you as his hands trail along the material of your cotton pink panties you wore to match for the special day. “Think I might need a little snack before we get dinner started tonight.”

You’re about to speak to question him, but they are quickly answered when he shoves your panties down to your ankles, helping you slide your feet out of them as your pussy makes contact with the cool air of the apartment. You’re almost embarrassed by how wet you’ve become thanks to your heavy makeout session and the assertiveness Eddie has shown by yanking your panties down, feeling the slick just drip down the sides of your lips and begin trailing down your leg just a bit.

He brings your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider to get a better look at your bare, uncovered pussy. He brings a finger up, tracing your inner thigh and gather the wetness that has made its way down already. Bringing the finger up to his lip, you let out a long and low whine as you watch him lick from the base of his finger all the way to the tip, sighing at the taste of you dancing on his tastebuds.

“Fuck sweetheart, almost forgot how good you taste. ’S like nectar baby, so sweet and delicious,” he lets out, bringing his hand back down under your dress. His cool fingers trace over your heat, lighting grazing over your puffy lips and toying with the slick that coats it. He presses more kisses to your thighs, inching dangerously close to your wanton cunt as you grip the doorknob for dear life.

“Eds, quit teasing me.”

“You gotta tell me what you want darlin’. Can’t read your mind,” he teases, sending a smirk your way. You throw your head back against the door in frustration, more whines escaping your lips.

“Please sir. Just want your mouth on me,” you beg.

“Where do you want my mouth, princess?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as he feigns innocence.

“On my pussy, Eddie! Please, need your mouth on my fucking cunt!”

“Good girl,” he tells you, gently petting your thigh before diving in. He sticks his tongue out, licking broad stripe from your dripping hole to the top of your clit as you moan out in pleasure. Shocks are sent throughout your entire body as you finally feel his mouth give you the attention you’ve been desperately seeking since setting eyes on the table set up in his living room. Your free hand finds its way to his hair, carding your fingers in his locks once more and gripping them as tight as you are on the doorknob of his front door.

He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling around the hardened numb as he slurps up the delicious nectar coming from you. His fingertips dance around your opening, teasing you ever so slightly and sending your nerves into overdrive as you crave the feeling of his thick digits stretching you open.

Spreading your lips, he gains better access to your sweet button, darting his tongue out in small but fast strides as whimpers and whines continue to fall off your tongue. Your grip on Eddie’s hair is tight, surprised you haven’t yanked a good bit out by now as you’re overcome with euphoria. Tingles cascading throughout your system and sending relaxation throughout every muscle in your body.

“Want your fingers too Eds. Please baby,” you whine, tugging his head up to look at you. He nods, mouth still wrapped around your clit and suckling the pert nub. Bringing his hands back to your outer lips, he traces around and sends jolts of bliss up your spine, before pushing a finger inside your cunt finally.

You’re nearly screaming when he begins to set a pace with his finger, feeling the extremity thrust in and out of you quickly, switching from sucking your clit to fast kitten licks every now and then to change things up. You begin to buck your hips into his face as fire fills your belly, feeling the familiar tightness forming as he continues to pleasure you with his mouth and fingers, growing addicted to the feeling.

Eddie pulls away, breathless as he worms another finger inside you, curling the digits upwards and pressing against the spongey spot inside that drive you absolutely wild. Your grip becomes even tighter than before, unable to form coherent words as you little out little whimpers and moans. Who could’ve thought such intense pleasure could hinder your ability to think normally.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby. Think you’re getting close? You gonna cum all over my face baby?” He questions in a mocking tone. You nod rapidly before throwing your head back again, with Eddie’s lips going back to suckle your clit. The knot inside you continues to build, feelings yourself teetering over the edge of the cliff as he continues to please you.

“M-m gonna cum,” you whisper, shoulders tensing as you feel yourself beginning to let go. Eddie hums around you, the vibrations sending you over the edge as your climax washes over you. Wetness gushes from you, coating your thighs and Eddie’s face as you scream out, his name a chant on your tongue as you hump his face to ride out your bliss.

You hear a slight dripping sound fill the now quiet room, along with your heavy breathing. You let out a deep breath, looking down at Eddie, seeing the bottom half of his face shine with your arousal as he flashes you a big smile. You look at the puddle under you, feeling yourself grow hot in embarrassment and covering yourself in an unsuccessful attempt to hide.

Eddie stands, taking your hands away from your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb like before. He presses a kiss to your forehead, looking down at you with soft eyes and he holds you close.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. Lets get some food in our bellies before we get to the main act, shall we?”

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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 4)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: class starts to become more bearable after your agreement with your professor but you can’t help but want more from the new deal

Warnings: slight angst, a bit of pining?, discussions of love, mentions of sex, fluffy ending and corniness, slight of mention bi!reader if you squint

Word Count: 3k

A/N: here is part 4 of my professor eddie series! i have the entire series mapped out so i’m excited to keep moving forward with the series hehe :) enjoy! -sava

A loud crash pulls you from your blissful slumber, sitting straight up in your comfy bed for a moment before tossing the covers aside to investigate. Looking to your alarm clock briefly, you see it read a little past 9:30am, making you sigh a bit before opening your bedroom door. Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, you see Nadia and Emilia standing near the sink, giggling like a bunch of school children. Emilia was cleaning dish in the sink, soaking it under the running water as little bits of dish soap bubbles floated up and around the sink, while Nadia stands beside her, holding her close.

Clearing your throat, you announce your presence, sending them both a timid wave before rubbing at your eyes as you try to fully wake up. They both turn to you, giggles fizzling out as guilt sinks into their faces, mimicking your timid wave. Emilia leaves her spot from the sink and goes to attend to the stove, the sizzling of the bacon finally meeting your ears. Nadia takes over dish duty, rinsing the last remaining dirty dishes that were piled up in the sink.

“Sorry Y/N, we didn’t mean to wake you. We were just making food for our brunch date. We're going for a picnic in the quad, and made all this food-” Nadia tells you, stopping her sentence mid way through and coming a bit closer. Her eyes squint as she takes in your form, eyes traveling down to your shirts. “Since when are you into Metallica?”

Your eyes go wide, realizing you’ve been sleeping in Eddie’s shirt for the past few weeks now and currently wearing it in front of your roommate, who has no idea about the arrangement you've made with your music professor. You look down for a moment, taking the fabric between your fingers and thinking of an excuse. Then, you remember Eddie’s words from the night you ran into each other at the bar. The night your arrangement started.

“Oh, I picked up on some of their songs thanks to my music class. It is really helping me expand my horizons,” you lie, flashing her a smile. Her face remains the same as she takes in your words, nodding slowly while backing away. She turns away from you, focussing her attention to the picnic basket resting on the kitchen table and beginning to pack the already prepared food away.

Yawning, you walk around and plop down onto the couch, laying down and nuzzling into the throw pillows. You’ve made it a habit to see Eddie every Wednesday and Saturday for the past three weeks, basking in the bliss of countless orgasms each night you see him and relishing in some silly aftercare as a post-orgasm ritual. You can’t help but smile at the memory of last nights activities, with Eddie sitting down and playing guitar for you after you rode him like a bull. There was no denying he was talented, and it made you question why he never tried to pursue a musical career that was outside of teaching it. That old adage of those who can’t do, teach, was certainly not true in Eddie’s case. At least, that you know of.

“Alright love, we’re heading out. We left you some food so eat up,” Nadia says, breaking you out of your daydreaming world when placing a friendly kiss to the top of your head. You flash her a small smile as they walk out of the door, giving a wave to Emilia as you watch their fingers become laced with one another and making you temporarily warm and fuzzy on the inside.

As the fuzzy feeling begins to dissipate, you can’t help but feel a pinch of jealously replace it. Sure, you loved Nadia more than your own family at times, but you envied her picture perfect relationship. She and Emilia have been dating since the end of sophomore year, and have been inseparable ever since. They’re always doing cute things like going on picnic dates on the quad, or taking the weekend at times to go out an adventure somewhere new like they did when they went to Chicago in October to celebrate the end of midterms. Not to mention with Valentine’s day being next week, you were sure they had something magical planned out.

You want something like that. You’ve only ever known hook ups throughout your college career, not having someone you’ve been tethered to for a long time romantically since you were in high school. Romance wasn’t as easy to come by within the university. Most of the people who roamed the campus were only ever wanting a booty call, and if there was a decent guy or girl lurking around, they were already snatched up. So yeah, romance didn't come easy..at least not for you.

Part of you secretly hoped you could seek something like this out with Eddie. He was handsome, funny, very talented when it came to music, and a secret sweetheart that he has recently showed you after your rounds of fucking like rabbits. But because of his status as your professor and you being his student, it made things a bit more difficult. Not to mention, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t catch feelings for your professor. It was a nice fantasy though.

Finally pulling yourself off the couch, you drag yourself over to the telephone on the wall next to the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing the number one button at a time. Hearing the dial tone, ringing begins to fill your ear before the other line eventually picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Are you busy today? Say around…2 o’clock? We could grab lunch at the bar?” You ask, twirling the cord with your index finger.

“Sure, I’ll meet you there.”

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“So…what’s up” Derek says, plopping in his seat across from you in your usual booth. Letting out a sigh, you clasp your hands together before resting your head against them as you let out a stretched out groan.

“I’m just…do you ever feel lonely?” You question, raising your head from your position. He shoots you a funny look before mimicking your position, hands clasped in front of his body while resting on the table’s surface and making you chuckle ever so slightly.

“I feel like I need more context before I answer that,” he teases, sending a sly smirk your way. Cracking a grin, you shake it off.

“You know how Nadia has Emilia? And how Eli has Jasper? What I guess I’m asking is do you ever crave a relationship like that, on a deeper level than just countless hookups with random people you have no intention of interacting with again,” you explain.

He takes a moment to ponder your question, grasping at his glass of water and taking a sip as you wait for a response. You knew it might be a shot in the dark to ask one of the notorious hookup kings on campus about a deeper connection, but that said hookup king also happens to be one of your best friends. The two of your weren’t strangers to confiding in one another, finding yourselves in the very booth you’re currently in on more than one occasion. Sharing your woes over a pint and ending the night in a fit of giggles.

You watch Derek set the glass down, visibly swallowing and looking to you. He begins nodding a little, shrugging his shoulders as he opens his mouth to speak. “First off, I'm gonna pretend you didn't just insinuate that I'm a manwhore," he begins, making you laugh. "But um...yeah. Yeah, I think I’d want something like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, hookups are fun and all, but there is no substance behind any of that. Being able to have a deep conversation with someone and spend time that isn’t between the sheets is very appealing. Like I have more interests than just sex,” he replies, taking a fry from the basket and chomping down a bite.

You nod before taking a sip of your own drink, silently agreeing with him. Setting down the glass, you take a fry yourself, pointing it at him. “Exactly! I mean, there is more to a connection than just the physical attraction and physical activities.”

“For sure. Like this,” he points between the two of you. “…this is nice, right? What we have” He asks, quirking a brow slightly and leaning in further on the table. You can’t deny the heat that rushes throughout your body at his words, cheeks feeling flushed as you look down at the table with a small smile creeping onto your lips. Spinning the straw around in your drink, you finally look back at him through your lashes.

“Yeah…but we don’t have a romantic vibe going on between us. We're just friends,” you say.

“Oh but we could definitely change that,” he lets out, voice dropping an octave as he tries to reach out even closer. Before you have a chance to respond, you feel a firm and startling grasp against your shoulder, making you jump nearly five feet in the air in fear. Turning to the side a bit, you’re greeted to see Eli and his boyfriend walking a few steps before sliding into the seats next to you. Eli wraps an arm around Derek, pulling him close for a side hug as he grabs a handful of fries with his spare hand.

Not far from the group’s usual booth, Eddie sits slumped against the bar counter, a cold beer resting in his hands that was quickly becoming warm from the heat of his palms. Hearing you talk about the troublesome encounters called love with someone who is clearly flirting with you made him feel some type of way. He couldn't deny the twinge of insecurity that flooded his chest, continuing to grow as he continued to dwell on the conversation.

The guy you were sitting with was clearly your age and had a better understanding of what love was like for your generation, even if the age difference wasn’t horribly big between you and him. But that guy could give you more than Eddie could. He looked like he came from money, not having to rely on a scholarship to stay at this school unlike some of his other students. Not to mention, he was definitely good looking, and any woman would be lucky to be caught in his direct eyesight.

Eddie kept comparing himself to the handsome stranger you called a friend. He could easily take you out and not have to worry about the stares you’d get in public. No pressure of losing a job or being discredited as a professional if he wanted to take you to dinner or join your side at the very bar you all find yourselves in currently. Eddie unfortunately didn’t have that same luxury, he had a lot to lose. Yet that doesn't stop him from craving that connection with you.

Standing from his place, he whips out his wallet and lays a couple of dollars on the countertop, turning his attention to the front exit and making his way out of the door. He can’t help but stop outside the window momentarily before continuing his walk to his car. He watches you throw your head back in laughter as you bump shoulders with one of the friends that joined your little group later on, smiling at the thought of your laughter.

He just wishes he could do better by you.

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“Alright class, don’t forget to read pages 87-104 for homework. There will be a discussion on Wednesday about the reading, and it will effect your participation grade. And don't try to bullshit your way through the class discussion either, you know you won't be a slick as you think you might be. You’re all dismissed,” Eddie tells the class, turning his back promptly to begin erasing the board before walking through the threshold of his office.

You stand from your desk and gather your things, placing them neatly in your backpack before zipping it up and slinging it over your shoulder. Taking small steps, you wait until your other classmates exit the lecture hall before walking up to Eddie’s office, rapping your knuckles against the wood in an attempt to pull his attention towards you. He remains seated at his desk, looking over a pile of papers and flipping through the pages quickly.

“Hello? Earth to Eddie?” You say, chuckling slightly as you enter deeper into his office. All he lets out is a small “hmmm” and shoots a quick glance your way, before directing himself back to the stack of papers. Scoffing ever so slightly, you sit in one of the vacant chairs on the opposite side of the desk from him, setting your bag down as you rest your hands on your knees before beginning to bounce them. “We uh-made plans for a discussion about last week’s reading assignment?”

Finally, he looks up at you, confusion etched into his features. He beautiful brown eyes lost in thought as his lips part. “We discussed that on Saturday night, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, but I thought we were going to continue the conversation. I was really interested in hearing more of your thoughts.”

“Is that so?”

“Um…yes? Look, is everything okay? You seem a little…distracted,” you question, quirking a brow at him. He scoffs, tossing his pen down and clasping his hands together.

“I guess you could say that. There's been something on my mind over the past day or so, and I was actually curious to hear your thoughts on the issue,” he says.

“And that is?”

“I was at the bar yesterday, and couldn’t help but overhear the conversation you were having with that…guy you were sitting with. So I was just curious to know when you were going to break things off with me, seeing as you're seeking something more than what I'm currently giving you. Can't help but think about that, so…yeah, I’ve been a little distracted,” he reveals to you.

You flash him crazed look, eyes wide at his words as you try to process everything. He was at the bar yesterday? He usually tries to show you in some capacity that he’s at the bar, having a signal for if either of you were in the mood for an unplanned sexual rendezvous. But with what he heard yesterday, part of you didn’t blame him for not making his presence known. Which also annoyed you a great deal.

“Eddie, I think you misunderstood that entire conversation. That was not me saying I don’t want to have sex with anyone right now. Yeah, sex is nice and all, but I just want...more. It was just me expressing how I want more than just a hookup, something like what my roommate has,” you explain, reaching your hand out towards his. He pulls away, standing up from his desk and making quick work and shutting the door to his office.

“Yeah but…you know I can’t give you that kind of relationship due to our different statuses. We both have a lot to loose if anyone finds out about this arrangement we’ve made, so we absolutely cannot take this public. For your sake and my own…I just don’t want to see you have to lose all the hard work you’ve done over the past four years because of me.”

You can’t help but feel heat creep up to your cheeks at his comment, biting your bottom lip as you look to the floor momentarily. “That’s sweet, Eddie. Really. But…who says we have to show the people around the school that kind of…affection?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…we can have little…dates….or whatever you want to call them, at your place. More than sex activities, like dinner or movie nights, or even playing board games. And if we wanted to do something in public, we could go a few towns over to make sure no one from campus sees us,” you suggestion.

Eddie can’t help but smile at the proposition, thinking about all the activities he could have you accompany him with just as an excuse to get closer to you and get to know you better. Taking you to concerts in Indianapolis to help broaden your music taste, going to nice dinners, maybe even taking you back to Hawkins and showing you all the spots you probably didn't know about. It was a tempting offer, but still risky. Yet, you were still willing to risk it.

“You really want something like that with me?” He asks, voice full of sincerity. You nod, a smile creeping onto your own face as the heat stays on your cheeks.

“It’ll be fun. I want to try this out with you. And for the record, this doesn’t mean that sex is completely off the table,” you tell him.

“Oh thank god,” he lets out, sighing over-dramatically. You swat at him, laughing from your spot in the chair across from him. “Then yeah, let’s try out the whole dating thing. Like you said, it’ll be fun. I think we can make it work.”

“Me too. Now can we continue our conversation about the reading from last week, please?” You ask him, shooting him a semi-serious glance. His chuckle comes from deep within his stomach, making his Adam's apple bob slightly which for some reason, turns you on more than you're happy to admit. He looks at you, taking your figure in before standing from his seat.

"Maybe later tonight. Right now though? I think you and I should go back to my place. I can make you a nice dinner if you're hungry. Maybe even reward you for being good in class today? How does that sound to you, sweetheart?"

You nod, quickly rising from your seated position and walking out of his office. You turn back to him for a moment, watching him back his messenger bag. "I'll meet you at yours, Professor."

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Vesuviannights: Fic and HC Masterlist

Here it is! As of 16 January, 2020, this is a comprehensive list of every fic and headcanon I have posted here.

This is sorted by type and then character. Most of if not everything I write is lemon-rated, so please be aware of that when you click through. There will also be a warning list at the beginning of any post you click on, just in case!

These are also available to read on my AO3.

Alternatively, #writing features everything I have, both fics and headcanons, as well as mini fics I have written in response to asks.

Happy thottery! 🖤🖤

& indicates a fic that has been added since the last update (24th Nov).

Asra 🔮

Quick Fic: Daddy Asra

Impatience Is A Virtue

Daddy Knows Best

The Instructor

Think Twice

Violet, Lilac, Wisteria, Amethyst: Part 1 and Part 2 &

Julian 🥀

Quick Fic: Good Cook Julian

Pathetic Baby Boy

Boy Ruined

A Collection of Your Sighs

Call Forth the Raven

Delightful Dinner Debauchery

Doctor, Doctor: Give Me the News

After and Forever

House of the Slain (AMAB reader)

House of the Slain (AFAB reader)

Wax Poetic &

Lucio 👑

My Beautiful Wicked Little Thing

You Need Only Ask

Horns Like the Devil

Beg, O Mighty One

I Slithered Here From Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door

You Keep Me Insane, Baby

A Prayer to St Anthony, Patron Saint of the Lost

The Thing

Fox Teeth

Thirteen

What Happens in the Chasm &

Heel &

Muriel 🐺

The Way the Light Yearns

It’s Not the Waking, It’s the Rising

The Edge

Call of the Night

Nadia 🌹

The Cherry Stem Trick

Oh Countess, My Countess

Portia 🐈

Oh, the Ache of the Longest Journey

Valerius 🍷

Hard to Watch

Spite of the Lamb

The Sun Kissed the Moon, And the Moon Turned Away

The Cockwarmer

Glory, Glory

Master

Nevivon Red &

The Other Courtiers 🏰

Pathetic Little Fool (Vulgora)

Tentacles (Valdemar)

The Major Arcana 🎴

The Exchange (Hierophant)

Nameless (Devil)

The Payment (Devil) &

Misc/Random 🌥

The Count of Vesuvia, Forced to his Knees (Lucio/Valerius)

The Small Hours (Lucio/Asra)

My Apprentices, Ari & Eli ✨🌙

A Study in Ariana (Ari x Laurel x Julian x Nadia) &

Chastity (Ari x Tarek) &

Bones of the Liar (Ari x Lucio) &

Poly 🍇

Green Line Killers (Asra x Reader x Lucio)

Part 1: Caught Between the Tides

Part 2: Stars in the Firmament

Part 3: Green Line Killers

Young Gods/The Eternals (Lucio x Reader x Valerius)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

Obedience (Reader x Multi)

Part 1 (Valerius x Reader)

Part 2 (Lucio x Reader)

Part 3 (Nadia x Reader)

Part 4 (Julian x Reader)

Part 5 (Asra x Reader x Portia)

Part 6 (?? x Reader)

Various Asra x Reader x Julian

The Angels of Dawn and the Little Death

Tales of the Reckless

The Dumb Loving the Dumb

Various Asra x Reader x Muriel

The Heat That Drives the Light

Various Lucio x Reader x Julian

Begging In 7 Different Languages

The Bet

No Pain, No Gain

The Human Resources Disaster (+ Valdemar)

All HCs can be found on #headcanons.

& indicates a hc that has been added since the last update (24th Nov).

General ☕️

MC murdering someone (Main 6) 🔪

Main 6 + courtiers as The Onion articles

Main 6 Coordinated Strippers AU: Part 1 and Part 2

Lucio hires a shitty magician, makes Asra and MC watch

Main 6 as One Direction songs

Romantic Multi 👀💦

Reacting to a dominant/rough MC (main 6)

Filming Porn and Uploading it (Main 6)

Asra 🔮

Asra and His Darling Devil (MC who broke bad)

Magician Asra

Just...softness

Quick Horny Asra HCs

Dom Asra, for my subby bitches &

Demon Asra HCs: here and here, as well as the whole #demonverse &

Julian 🥀

Public Sex/Teasing with Julian

Quick Rough Dom Julian HCs

Lucio 👑

Lucio body worshiping an insecure female MC

Quick Goat Daddy HCs

Lucio/MC first time when he gets his body back

Submissive Lucio + Bondage

Devil Lucio and his pet

Lucio’s Jersey Accent

Lucio loves ALL tiddies and here is proof

Lucio’s revenge

The Count Loves Fat Thighs (pass it on!!)

Lucio + VERY intense verbal humiliation @ reader

Lucio + an MC who plays innocent around him but is actually a little minx

Sub Lucio, for anyone who wants to see him squirm &

SnuggleSlut Lucio &

Muriel 🐺

Riding Muriel’s Thigh

Muriel, for all my size kink and training kink babes &

Nadia 🌹

Nadia using a strap on MC/reader &

SnuggleSlut Nadia &

Nadia using magic to give herself (and you) The D &

Portia 🐈

SnuggleSlut Portia &

Valerius 🍷

Soft Valerius HCs

Valerius eating out an AFAB reader

Itty Bitty Valerius Lemon HCs

Others 🌥

Quick Soft Headcanons (Muriel/Reader/Portia)

Comforting a male MC (Julian, Lucio, Asra) &

#masterlist #the arcana #writing

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