Originally posted by thearcanapositivity. Hey all! So this is my first fic on this account and since I wanted to showcase my specialties I wrote an angsty smut fic. This is all that Julian Devorak wishes for, the only thing he dares to ask the universe to give him.
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The Arcana main 6 when their S/O vents to them
Julian Devorak x Fem!MC
If you see any typos, please tell me. It is rare to see Julian angry. Instead he would be quiet, stewing with his anger.
Crow(Senji)x Reader(Deadman Wonderland): Immodesty
Julian, drops a vial and sighs annoyed: Oh come on, fuck me. Originally posted by sleazykawa. He just never thought he would have it, he had always envisioned his life to be short,constantly on the run, or a series of travels hunkered down wherever he could and getting into whatever trouble he could find. Until you. Julian will lay and look at you in wonder, you were his saving grace,you were his angel you had saved him from so much hurt and heartache- his biggest regret being that he ever tried to dump you at the docks, the memory still horrifies him. Little wreaths to hang on your door depending on the season, art to hang on your walls, or little gifts to bring home to you. Or perhaps you spend a lazy mornings tangled up in each other and sheets, lazy kisses and soft murmurs,bleary butterfly kisses and hands grasping your waist or hips to keep you close to him. Any attempts of you trying to leave the bed, Julian will just pick you up and toss you back into bed, to pin you with his body and cage you in if he has to- not that you mind but sometimes the play wrestling and what it inevitably leads to is worth the slight playful act of rebellion. The way your back arches when you lower yourself onto him slowly with that swivel of your hips he loves so much, how your lips part and eyelids flutter, how sometimes you hold your hair back yourself or run your hands through it- or his hair even, the way your nails might scrape into his damp slightly freckled shoulders. You write him little notes everytime and Julian keeps them in a small keepsake box at his desk.
He looked so gorgeous in the morning. The way his auburn hair glowed in the light peeking through the curtains. How he would huff a little just before he would shuffle his position in his sleep. His shirt wrinkled as he lay, displaying the pale expanse of his chest and the rise and fall that moved it. You found it kind of funny, whenever Julian did wear just a shirt he never really did any of the buttons, so although not being new it was still breathtaking. Your favourite part had to be the look of peace on his face.