I'm just here to post and stuff about everyone's favorite plague doctor. I might dust off my fic-writing fingers, so if anyone has any requests (NSFW or otherwise), throw them my way!!
Some stuff about me!
Name: Andie
Pronouns: they/them
Sign: Aquarius ♒️
Interests (besides The Arcana): ukelele, baking, Criminal Minds, Grey's Anatomy, paper making, writing.
DMs and Asks open!
❗️❗️DNI❗️❗️
Minors
P3dos or MAPs (or whatever yall are calling yourselves these days)
Any kind of bigot (homophobe, transphobe, racist, etc.
Warnings: afab!reader, nsfw content, dom!reader sub!Julian, mention of possesiveness at the end.
Notes: The arcana brainrot goes brrr
> Julian can't handle overstimulation, he whines, cries and begs, that's exactly why he loves so much when you do it, you send him to heaven so easily.
>Loves to go multiple rounds, specially if you haven't seen eachother in a while
>If you're rough, he's not complaining at all. Stepping on him, spanking, spitting, he's really into whatever you do with him, however, after some time in the relationship, he wants a soft dom, someone who will take care of him, call him a good boy and feel him, not only his body, his whole being.
>Adores to know that you will be sleeping next to him when he wakes up, he had too many loveless fucks in his life.
>If you had him tied up, he will get so handsy with the after cuddles, that's how round two usually starts.
>If you had some soft rounds, and he's not totally wrecked by you, he has the habit of playing with your clit to give you a final slow and soft orgasm
>And oh boy, if he came inside and it's using his cum as lube to finger you, he's euphoric.
>Knows that it may not really be an option if you're not planning a pregnancy, but he likes when you keep his cum inside overnight, it just makes him so happy and blushy to know you like to be stuff with his seed
>It's not even a breeding thing, it's just that you wouldn't do that with a stranger, he feels it's so intimate to let you loved one fill you up
>Melts if you mark him up randomly on a public place, like, you're in the docks just chilling and oh god you're biting his neck, oh god it hurts so good, now he has a fresh mark on a very visible place, ✨ perfect ✨
>He's the insecure type of jealous, but if you're possesive, he's so down with it. A drunk guy it's hitting on him at the rowdy raven and you're staring at him with greedy, angry eyes, and he's coming to you like you're pulling a leash. He'll beg you for mercy, and scream your name until his throat is sore, you don't need to remind him who he belongs to, he knows, and is so lucky to be.
>Overall, pretty bottom, good boy, 10/10 would recommend.
A/N: This is after his “curse” is removed by The Hanged Man, so his healy dealy is no longer valid.
I am obsessed with healing broken men, what can I say.
Also this is my first fic in a LONG time, so I know I have some rust to dust off, don't come for me please 🥺
~~Julian and MC are drinking after another day of adventuring and, after one too many, Julian gets into a bar fight after someone else hits on MC. They spend the night patching him up in the inn room and definitely engage in steamy “what the fuck were you thinking” sex after.
Contains: Dom Fem MC, Sub Julian (is anyone surprised?) Shameless smut, mentions of alcohol consumption, section of an unwanted advance, violence, some angst?, slight blood-kink schtuff, slight degradation/praise kink, 69-ing (nice), a very angry yet oddly-sexy-when-fucked-up Julian.
Julian is a Big Ol’ Bottom, I don’t make the rules~~
It was another cozy evening in whatever city it was that Julian and I found ourselves. Dim streetlamps illuminated the surprisingly lively town that we had spent the day exploring. Ever since defeating The Devil, we have shared so many memorable days and nights sailing around the world. I never imagined so much beauty existed beyond Vesuvia. But Julian….Julian found the beauty in everything. From each small trinket shop to every large theatre, from the quietest ocean nights to the bustle of a city in celebration. He found a way to love it all, and I found myself falling more in love with him every day. Ever since waking up without my memories, I never had a reason to go anywhere else. Everything I needed was right there in Vesuvia. Luckily, Julian’s insatiable need for adventure took me to parts of the world I never knew existed, and we have created countless new memories and seen the beauty of the world. Together.
The evening took us to a bar called The Devilish Crab for a drink or two, where Julian immediately began spinning tales of our never-ending journey together to anyone who would listen. The ale was flowing, the music loud, and the company plenty. I frequently caught myself gazing at my partner in crime with adoration as he told story after (slightly exaggerated) story of our travels. He would glance at me whenever he wanted me to chime in with more details, which would remind me to interact with the others around us.
All the adventures we had, all the stories we shared, they were made so much warmer by being punctuated with falling asleep in each other's arms every night. My heart swelled thinking about going back to the inn, laying my head on his chest, and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. I leaned into his shoulder, my arm comfortably weaved with his as I let that thought float through my mind.
After finishing the wheaty drink in front of me, I noticed the 6 empty glasses occupying the table we shared, most of which had been consumed by my other half. I interrupted him with a gentle squeeze of his arm. “I’m going to get another drink…I’ll be right back.”
“Mmm…make that two, would’jyou my love?” He asks, his words only slightly blending together. There is a familiar, flirtatious twinkle in his eye and I have a strange feeling that if it weren’t for that eyepatch, he would have winked.
I give him a small kiss on the cheek stand to walk up to the barkeep. Leaning on the counter and slightly swaying to the music in the background, I recalled the day’s events and got lost in thought as I waited to catch the bartender’s attention. Suddenly, a deep and unfamiliar voice rumbled in my ear from just behind me, immediately turning the pit of my stomach into a knot. “I have to say, I haven’t seen you around here before…I would have known if I ever saw a body that luscious.”
I bit back a groan and an eye roll as I turned to the source of the sound. This unknown, tall and muscular man had the most over-confident smirk twisting his face. More bold than I've ever seen on Julian. I quirked an eyebrow at him, giving him a quick once over up and down. “...Did you get that out of your system? Are you finished?”
The stranger placed his arm on the edge of the counter and leaned in towards me, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. “Not yet…although, I would love to get a lot more than words out of my system with you…in the back alley.”
My lip involuntarily curled upwards at the smell and the indignant request. “I think not…I would like to order my drinks now, if you don’t mind.” I spare a glance under the brute’s arm at Julian, watching as he knocks over an empty glass on the table with a swift, exaggerated arm movement. He is completely wrapped up in embellishing his story and hasn't noticed my predicament yet. I look back up at the creep, putting as much venom into my glare as I can manage.
“I said no! Get your fucking hands off me!” The bar goes as quiet as a funeral and now all eyes are on me. In an instant, and with a flash of panic in his eyes, Julian clammors up from his chair and rushes over to my side. The phrase If looks could kill crosses my mind as he shoots the most murderous glare at the ruffian, and he places his own hand around the wrist gripping me.
“Let me buy your drink for you, honey. I promise you won’t regret it.” His body was leaning closer and closer towards me and his grin widened, filling me with more sickening unease.
“No. Please leave me alone.” I shift my weight to face the barkeep again, who is at the other end of the bar filling several mugs with beer. I desperately glance around in an attempt to make eye contact with another member of the pub. I needed to gain the attention of someone, anyone...and quickly. Unexpectedly, one of the stranger’s rough, calloused hands wraps around my upper arm and squeezes. “Ah…! What the f–”
“Don’t be like that…just come with me. Let’s go have some fun. Live a little.” The predatory look in his eyes only intensifies, and his grip on my bicep tightens. The uneasy feeling in my stomach grows until it rises to my chest, coming out of me in a shout before I can stop it.
“She said no, now get away from my partner.” Julian wobbles slightly where he stands. I can only hope it’s because of the speed at which he ran to me and not the amount of alcohol in his system, although I have a feeling I know which answer is correct.
The rude gentleman, who has at least half a foot of height over Julian's already tall frame, glares down his nose at the doctor with a sneer. “Ohh, this little brat is yours?” He releases his vise-like grip on my arm and I immediately start rubbing at my bicep in relief. “And what exactly are you going to do if I don’t, you scrawny little toothpick?”
Julian breathes out a sharp laugh and steps in front of me, trying his best to act as a shield. “Are you sure you want to know? I have spent just as much time taking bodies apart as putting them back together, are you so willing to be the next experiment?” Just as Julian lifts his knee to reach for the dagger in his boot, the barbarian clocks the side of his temple with an unforgiving thud.
I can't stop the gasp that rushes into my lungs. "Julian!" My hand covers my mouth in shock as Julian staggers back, holding his face. A smirk toys at his lips as he pulls his hand away revealing where the skin has split on the very corner of his eyebrow. My pulse quickens upon seeing the small trickle of blood begin down his cheekbone. “Is that all you have for me? Pity. I thought maybe you could strike a little harder than that.” As a deep growl builds in the throat of the burly man, Julian makes a dash towards him, dagger in hand.
The next few moments are a blur as the bar patrons start to shout and jeer over the fight. I hear more thuds, a few grunts, the tearing of fabric, and several glasses shattering on the ground as fists and silver fly. Adrenaline and panic start to surge through my body and cause my hands to tremble. “Julian, enough!” I call out as I push through the circle that has formed around the two, who have moved their fighting to the ground. Every nerve and muscle in my body is wired and I’m ready to do anything I need to protect Julian from further harm. Just as I break through the crowd, Julian manages to gain the upper hand and rolls on top of the savage, pressing his blade to the other's throat with a smug and victorious gleam in his eye. I seize the opportunity and grab him by the back of his collar, yanking his lithe body off the attacker and sliding him backwards about a foot across the bar's floor. He lurches against my grip towards the stranger again, and I kneel to wrap both of my arms around his waist in response. “I said enough, Ilya!” I bark at him, my grip tightening to hold him in place.
Hearing the worry and frustration snarled together in my voice and feeling the electricity in my limbs as I hold him back seems to snap him out of it. He stops fighting against me and swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, collecting the blood threatening to drip down onto his shirt. My stomach flips as I watch, but I shake off the feeling immediately. As soon as I can feel the tension ease from his body and I'm confident he isn't about to actually commit murder, I let go of his waist and pull him up from underneath his arm. His eyes never leave the assailant, and he almost looks amused. "You better pray to every deity you know that I never see you touch another woman like that again…otherwise I will continue where I left off." The burly man seethes at Julian from his place on the floor, and I notice the nicks and slashes where Julian caught him. Before it gets any worse, I wrap my still trembling hand around Julian’s wrist and pull him out the door, making sure to toss more than enough money for the drinks and damage on the table as we leave.
Julian is muttering to himself as I drag him down the street, something about “Why, I should have…” this and “If I see him again…” that. I stop and pull him into the alleyway just beside the inn we planned on staying the night, trying to catch my breath. As soon as I do he looks at me worriedly. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Let me see your arm.” He reaches for my shoulder and starts to slide the sleeve of my coat down to check.
I swat his hand away and glare up at him, my pointer finger a mere centimeter from the tip of his nose. “I swear to the gods, Ilya, you are going to be the death of me!” I flip up his eyepatch and gently take the sides of his jaw in my fingers, the shaking in them starting to subside now that we’re safe. “You scare me half to death sometimes, you know that?” I turn his face this way and that to start checking over his wounds. The movement pulls a wince from Julian’s lips, but he remains flippant.
“Please, my dear, there is no need to fuss over me. I’m fine.”
I shake my head and sigh as I continue my assessment. There is blood slowly dripping down the angles of his face from splits in his eyebrow and upper lip. There is a small trail of blood from his nose as well. A bruise is starting to blossom underneath the already purple eyelids on his reddened eye, and his upper lip has swollen with the impact of the blows he took. Not to mention his bruised and bloody knuckles. “If you keep getting into bar fights, I will end up having to handcuff you to the table everywhere we go.”
“Ooh my, Is that a promise?” He lilts, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. I bite back a relieved laugh. He somehow always manages to put me back at ease, even though his shenanigans worry me constantly. I lightly whack his shoulder again to regain his attention.
“I’m serious, Julian! You scared the shit out of me! You can’t keep doing things like that as if you can still miraculously heal from every wound you endure.” I feel the crease in my eyebrows soften upon seeing the remorse filling his silvery eyes. I can’t stay upset with him for long when he looks at me like that. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up inside.”
I make sure he keeps his head down and away from the innkeeper as we shuffle to our room–I would like to avoid raising any suspicions as much as possible. As soon as the door closes behind us, I point to the stool in the corner of the room. “Sit.” He immediately obeys, a flush painting his cheeks and tips of his ears. He stares up at me, as if he is patiently awaiting his next command. How he manages to make my heart skip beats without even trying will always be a mystery. “I’m going to grab the med kit.”
I reach under the bed for the small pack of medicinal and healing herbs I carry around with me, as well as Julian’s more sophisticated medical supplies. I can tell at least one of those cuts will need stitching up. I start a list in my head of which wounds to treat first and with what–my hand automatically finds the right jars, bottles, and tools. I have the feeling that Julian can see my train of thought. “I can do it myself, if you’d rather not go through the hassle…”
I laugh under my breath. Just like him to worry about being a burden when he's the one that's hurt. “No…No, you are going to sit there and let me take care of you. I’m not about to have you do your own stitches, Julian.” After grabbing everything I need, I kneel in front of him and get to work cleaning up his face with a few wet rags. As I look at him, my stomach flutters. Seeing him all battered and bruised from protecting me while he looks at me with his scolded-puppy eyes…it lights a fire in me that I can’t seem to pinpoint. “I ought to punish you just for the trouble…”
His purpling cheek takes on a pink undertone at my words, but he brushes off his fluster quickly. “What was I supposed to do, let him hurt you?” He rests his palm on my face, his thumb gently brushing my cheekbone. His eyebrows come together and I can't tell if it's from pain or worry. Maybe both. “It’s my job to protect you.” The last part comes out in a whisper, despite the firmness of his tone.
After dabbing away the majority of the blood from his face, I take his wrist and brush a feather-light kiss on the center of his palm. “It's not your job. But I appreciate you looking out for me, nonetheless.” I let his hand fall to his lap as I reach for the suture kit in his bag. “Now sit very still…”
He makes a show of locking every muscle into place and closes his eyes, a cocky grin tugging the corners of his lips. I get to work on stitching the cut on his eyebrow. It's impossible to ignore the flush creeping back up his neck as I lean in and work the needle. “I want to protect you too, you know....” I whisper, my face inches from his as I focus on making the stitches tight enough. “I know you want to keep me safe from everything that might harm me…but I don’t like seeing you get hurt either.” A soft tremble goes through my fingers, an echo of the adrenaline that flooded my body when he got hit. “It scares me to think about you getting an injury that no herbs or leeches can fix.” I tie off the last of the sutures and place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Julian opens his eyes and gazes down at me as I grind up a combination of herbs to put on the cut. The look in his eyes is simply pitiful and I can tell he is trying so hard not to tear himself down for worrying me. “I’m terribly sorry my dear…I never wanted to hurt you.”
I give him a forgiving smile as I gently dab the concoction onto the now-stitched wound. “It was very noble though…My knight in shining armor, come to save me from scoundrels.” I apply a simple gauze bandage to keep everything in place and rest my hand on his cheek. The memory of him brushing the blood from his lip enters my thoughts again, and I feel that familiar tingle in the pit of my abdomen. “I would be lying to you if I said it didn’t turn me on just a bit…you coming to my rescue…”
The flush of his cheeks deepens yet again, but the cocky grin only gets wider. “Is that so? Well then, you certainly aren’t helping your case if your goal is to stop me from getting into fights.”
“Don’t even think about it, Doctor. I was only partially joking about punishing you.” I take his chin in my hand and give it a squeeze, making sure it’s firm enough to catch his attention. The grip rests on the beginnings of a bruise on his jaw.
It only seems to motivate him, though. He whines again, and this time I can't tell if it's from the pain or from pleasure. “That doesn’t help your case either…” His voice is a soft whimper, and his eyes flicker down to my lips and back up.
Julian sinks his teeth into his lower lip and I can't resist closing the distance between us. I can just slightly taste the sweet and metallic blood from the shallow cut on his upper lip. The fire in my abdomen gets more intense as my tongue flicks out to trace along the small slit, letting the blood coat my tongue. I pull myself up to sit on his lap, straddling his hips as my fingers wind into the curls at the nape of his neck. He immediately responds, presses his body flush to mine. As his hips desperately press upward, mine follow the curve. I can feel the desire and the need increase with every kiss; every time our lips crash into one another seems to increase their magnetism.
I manage to break the kiss to move my lips down his jaw towards his neck. Julian fully tilts his head back to expose as much skin as possible and I can feel his pulse jump under my tongue. My lips settle on the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder, and I sink my teeth in. Julian lets out a shameless moan and his fingers grip the fabric at the sides of my shirt. “Oh…oh yes, that’s lovely…” The noises he makes are practically musical as I deepen the love bite.
His hands rest on my sides and pull me in, his breath coming out shakier the longer my lips are working his neck. I pull off his neck with a nip as I admire the purple oval left on his skin. Julian's chest and neck have flushed bright pink and his lips have fallen slightly open. The look in his eyes as his chest rises and falls with deep pants only causes the fire in my abdomen to burn hotter. "Come here…lay on the bed." I stand from his lap and pull him up with me.
He obeys almost too quickly, standing up so fast he sways a little on his feet. I drag him over to the bed and press on his shoulders to get him to sit. Then, with a carefully calculated amount of roughness, shove his chest so he lays back on the bed. He sucks in a gasp and his body bounces once before settling. His eyes are swimming with lust as he bites his lip with a smirk. "Ooooh, you know how much I love it when you play rough with me…"
I crawl over top of him, my knees on either side of his legs. I dive back into kissing him, and Julian's breath starts to come out hotter and heavier. My hands trail from the sides of his face down his neck, his shoulders, his chest; I keep my touch feather-light just to watch him squirm. As my fingers get to his waist, I untuck his shirt from his waistband. Julian blushes bright red as I notice the tent starting to form in his trousers. I smirk and get to work on pulling his shirt open, moving maddeningly slow to tease him. I place gentle, hot kisses on his chest as more skin gets exposed. He arches his back up into my touch. I press his hips down with my hands and click my tongue at him.
"Uh-uh…be patient, sweetheart. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"
"Oh yes…yes I will be so good for you, my dear…I'll do anything you wish." I look into his eyes and can feel in my bones that he would move mountains for me at just the snap of my fingers.
"Careful, Ilya. I may just take you up on that." I slowly trace my thumb around his lips in a lazy circle, and Julian's lips part ever so slightly; his tongue peeks out to graze against my finger. The sensation of his tongue on my skin sends a shiver down my spine, from my neck to my heels. "Open wider, love…"
Julian's jaw drops and his tongue comes further out. What a beautiful image he makes. "You're as pretty as a painting, Ilya." I press the pad of my thumb further into his mouth and he instantly closes his lips around it. I can't help but let out a soft moan as he wraps his tongue around my finger slowly. I twist my fingers in his hair and pull his head back. "That's my good boy, Ilya…oh, such a pretty mouth. Goooood boy."
The moans start to rumble in his throat at the praise and his chest heaves with heavy, aroused breaths. I take my time pressing my thumb up and down the length of his tongue. When I pull my hand away his jaw drops again, a small trail of saliva settling on his bottom lip. Between his injuries and his arousal, he looks like a mess…a beautiful, blushing mess. I dive down to catch his lips in a hot, passionate kiss again, the taste of his blood only slightly diluted. My hands drift down his exposed chest and abdomen to palm at his hardened cock over his pants.
"Awwh, Ilya…so hard for me already? What a little slut you are." I latch my lips onto his neck again, working another purple hickey into the thin flesh at his throat.
Julian's hips press into my touch and his head falls back. "Only for you, only you could do this to me, love…" the moans leaving his mouth are positively shameless as my fingers circle the tip over his trousers. "Please…I need you, I need your mouth around my cock."
I drag my teeth up and nibble at his earlobe. "Since you asked so nicely…but only if I get to feel your mouth too." I hook my fingers in his waistband to slide his pants all the way down and toss them on the floor. His cock twitches, leaking precum as soon as he's exposed to the open air. My mouth immediately starts watering. I make quick work of sliding my–admittedly wet–panties off underneath my long skirt and throwing them to rest right by Julian's discarded clothes.
I dive down and press my lips to his inner thigh, then trail soft wet kisses all the way up his hips and chest and neck before planting a firm kiss to his lips. Then I turn myself around and pull my skirt up to my thighs to place one knee on either side of his head.
As I dip down to lick a slow circle around the tip of his cock, Julian's hands come up and wrap around my thighs, pulling me down to settle my hot, wet core over his face. I feel his tongue immediately dart out to connect with my clit. The wet pressure draws a deep moan out of my chest and I roll my hips down more firmly. His lips and tongue expertly work between my legs and I wrap my lips around the head and take him into my throat. The feeling of his breath coming out faster and his moans vibrating against me only increases the ecstasy I feel.
We work in tandem like that for what feels like an eternity–me circling my tongue and hollowing my cheeks around his cock as he presses his hips up, letting out the most delicious moans against my core as he works his tongue in and out and around me. I can feel his legs and abdomen start to tense up, and his cock starts to pulse every time he touches the back of my throat. I can tell he's getting close, and he is pulling me closer and closer to the edge with him.
Julian whimpers when I pull my mouth off him. I quickly turn myself around so I'm facing him and straddling his hips now. Julian is gazing up with his piercing and darkened gray eyes, still panting as heavily as he was with my lips around him. His lips and chin are slightly glistening with my wetness. I press my lips to his and, fuck, tasting myself on him felt so deliciously naughty. I couldn't help but grind down onto him. His hands came up to twirl his long fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to him as our tongues tangled together. Julian's hips stutter upwards to meet mine and he moans into my mouth. "Please, darling…I want to feel you, I need to be inside you…please let me inside you…"
I can't stop the giggle that comes up, loving the sound of his pleading. "You're so pretty when you beg for me, Ilya…" I reach down between us and stroke his cock a few times, still lubricated with my saliva, before positioning him at my entrance and sliding down. Julian's head drops back on the bed and he groans in pure bliss. "Ooh….oh fuck, you fill me up perfectly." I start to grind my hips back and forth, pulling him in and out of me at just the perfect pace.
"And you fit around me just right…oh my, you're so warm and wet for me, sweetheart…" he starts thrusting up to meet me, and he hits that sweet spot inside me just right every time. My nails dig into his chest, leaving little red crescent shaped marks.
"Oh gods, Ilya…you're such a good boy, making me feel so good." I lean down to crash our lips together again, my hips starting to lose their rhythm. "Fuck, I'm getting so close, Julian, don't stop."
Julian's thrusts get faster and deeper, the pace and angle drawing out a long and loud string of moans. "Ohhh…..oh Ilya yes….yes please….Ilya…!!!" It's not long before the coil building between my legs snaps and I come undone around him. As my pelvic muscles clench around his length, Julian lets out one long, deep moan and his orgasm chases mine. I whimper at the feeling of him spilling inside me and we ride out our highs together.
I collapse down on top of him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck and reaching up to play with his hair.
His long arms settle around my waist and hold me tight. "You are too good to me, love," he whispers into the crown of my head before placing a soft kiss on my temple. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
I roll off his chest to lay beside him and pepper feather-light kisses all over his bruised cheek. "I would say you putting yourself in danger for me is a pretty good reason for me to love you." I reach up with my hand to brush his hair from his eyes. "But you don't have to deserve my love, Julian…I just love you."
He blinks at me owlishly and his ears flush pink again. "I…okay. I love you too, MC. So unbearably much." He pulls me into his side and I rest my head on his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat once more.
I fall asleep eager to start a new day and create new memories.
Okay ya'll so until I post some new requested fics and hcs here you go, a little drabble ♡︎
Pairings: The Main 6 (Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel, Portia, Lucio) x you
Warnings: this is a bit spicier, my fella's. But enjoy some spice. You deserve it.
All of them would be so antsy, so mad. It wasn't fair, was it? You are theirs, only theirs. So why were you hanging out with your "friend" more? Why were they suddenly more important?
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Asra who's trying to keep it cool, but we all know he's having a panic attack inside. They lost you once, and they are not planning on losing you again.
Asra who leaves little spells on you, subtle enough to not be seen as possesive, but strong enough to give your "friend" an idea of just how taken you are.
Asra who wraps his scarf around your shoulders whenever you go out, under the excuse that "it's cold outside", while you just know that it's because he wants the world to know that you are dating.
Asra who worries that you deserve a better partner, a better master than them. They couldn't keep you safe and satisfied, so that must be the reason you'd want someone else? Once every line is crossed, they confront you openly about it, and you can see that they are on the verge of tears.
Asra who nips and kisses your bare shoulders and collarbone in the darkest hours, whispering about how much he loves and needs you, all while carassing every part of your body with his hands, making sure to make you feel loved too.
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Julian who gets super dramatic, acting like he's in a soap opera when he noticed that you are hanging around your friend "more"
Julian who completely trusts you, he really does, and yet.. He's still worried. What if he isn't enough for you anymore?
Julian who starts drinking more from worrying, and he comes home drunk every night. He comes home way before you do or after you are already asleep, not wanting to upset you.
Julian who gets caught by you on a random Wednesday night, when you finally make him tell you what happened.
Julian who's now sound asleep on your bare chest, with you stroking his bare back. His red locks are tickling your sensitive skin a bit, but it's worth it since now he knows that you love only him.
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Nadia who knows it's not proper behavior to be jealous, and doesn't want to be associated to it. But she just can't help it.
Nadia whose concentration to her royal meeting completely disapeared, and she just can't help but think about how recently all you've been doing is hanging around your "friend". Did your countess do something to upset you?
Nadia who insists on wearing matching outfits with you, just to show everyone that you two are very much together
Nadia who says "My partner and I" a bit too loudly when giving speeches, making sure your "friend" and everybody else in the entire Vesuvia knows that you are only hers.
Nadia who only relaxes after she's left tons of hickies around your body, some visible and some not. The best feeling in the world is when you are bathing together, with her tracing every single mark she's left.
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Muriel who at first ignored it. It wasn't like that. You weren't like that. No reason to be jealous, right?
Muriel who tried to keep ignoring it. But you left the hut way too many times, way too often, just to hang out with them. He can't even remember if you were ever so excited to hang out with him.
Muriel who realized every line has been crossed once you bailed on him for dinner, when he was making your favorite. That was it. You didn't want him anymore. He was just too boring for you. Or so, he thought.
Muriel who wanted to leave the hut for good once you walked in. Of course, you didn't want him to leave (plus you didn't understand why he was doing it) so the both of you had some explaining to do.
Muriel who grumbles very deeply as you lay nude on his bare chest, covered by the soft furs. It all ended alright, and the both of you finally realized that all you want is each other.
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Portia who's wants to tell you how she feels, but is also scared to. What if you think that she's possesive or being clingy? No, no, it was better to not tell you.
Portia who always pouts and frowns when you go out with them, but never says a single thing. Secretly she'll mumble to herself something like: "You could've gone on a date with me instead.."
Portia who's already sick and tired of this, she feels like it's becoming an issue between you two. She became so desparate that she even asked Ilya for advice. Not even Nadia could help her with this one.
Portia, who started crying the second she tried to tell you what was going on. It hurt her too much, to even think that you'd ever love anyone else other than her.
Portia now safely laying curled to your side, understood that you loved only her. All it took was some loving caresses and sloppy kisses, and she realized all of your heart belongs to just her.
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Lucio who acts like it doesn't bother him, but in reality, it really does. He doesn't want anybody else having you, or god, even looking at you. But would he ever say that? No.
Lucio who doesn't know how to deal with it, since he doesn't have your full attention for the very first time. Maybe he should trying being nicer? Or less whiny-ier? Nah, that's not Lucio's style.
Lucio, who makes the stupidest mistake in the whole world and tries to make you jealous back, by hanging on to some foreign princess' waist at a ball. When you saw this, you got mad at him and left, not understanding why he did this.
Lucio who realized he fucked up, so he chased after you yelling "Please, wait, I'll explain!". And when you do give him the chance to explain himself, he swallows that great big pride of his and says how jealous he's really been.
Lucio who's looking at you with heart eyes, with his metal hand caressing your bare waist and back. You run a hand through his hair as he pulls you closer, realizing that there was no reason for jealousy at all.
