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a brief psa 

hey not to be all ‘reblog ur fave fandom content creators or else’ on main but I’m pretty sure I’ve been shadowbanned for some reason (not sure if horny crimes or not, which is why I usually tend to tag my stuff as ‘ns/fw’ or ‘lemon’ instead of as regular old nsfw currently), meaning: I can’t reply in comments, I can’t DM people from my main blog, and I don’t show up in the tags/searches anymore, and this has been going on for several months now  

in other words, i can’t rely on the tagging system to make my content spread skdgfhdfgn and I don’t want to guilt anyone into doing anything or interacting with anything they don’t like/don’t care about but,,, maybe consider it if you like my content 

thank you 🌈✨

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Hi. I can’t really tell if you do non-smut writing, if you don’t it’s okay but if you do that’s great. I’m currently trying to stop cutting/other forms of self harm, and I was wondering if you could write the main 3´s reaction to finding the apprentices old or new self harm scars. I get it if you don’t want to post such heavy content, thanks for reading this long question anyway.

I do! And I’d love to fill this request as I continue to claw my way out of a rut.

I’m proud of you for trying to stop self-harm! It’s a hard thing to do and I think you’re very brave. Keep at it!

Trigger warning before we begin:

⚠️ This post contains mention of self-harm and self harm scars. ⚠️

If you are struggling with self-harm or suicidal thoughts and you come across this page, know that I care about you and I’m happy to talk. Message me. I’m LGBTQA+ friendly and open to help with a calm listening ear. Stay safe.

Main 3 Finding Self-harm scars on MC:

Asra:

• You’re in bed with him when he first sees them. Little lines that span across your wrists.

• It immediately frightens him. Is this new? How long ago did this happen, are you alright?

• Once you explain things to him he relaxes a little. Of course he’s accepting but he wants to make sure that you feel safe and happy now.

• You’re his everything and to see that anything ever hurt you, let alone yourself? It makes him ache inside. He isn’t mad at all, no. But he can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.

• After a little more gentle worrying he wraps you in his arms. Huddling you to his chest.

• If you need to cry, he’ll let you cry. He tells you to please let him know if you feel the urge to self harm again and that he’ll do everything he can to help you feel better.

• Stroking your hair, telling you he loves you, keeping you close. Those are the things he needs to do now, and he knows it.

• Asra makes you some honey tea and gets you the fluffiest blanket in the shop to sleep with. Holding you to his chest when you cuddle up to him and making sure you feel sound there. Always.

Nadia:

• ??????

• Nadia is a little confused at first but when she understands what the scars mean she traces her fingers gently over your wrists and gives a little pensive frown.

• Not an angry frown, just pensive. Thoughtful and intelligent, just as she is.

• “What can I do to remedy this, MC.”

• From anyone else that would sound ignorant. It would sound like she’s brushing it under the rug as something to be remedied.

• But this is Nadia, and you know how much she cares for you. How much she loves you, and what she means by that.

• Inside she means something more along the lines of: “How can I help?”

• After explaining how it affects you and how she can help she nods, taking it in before brushing your hair out of your eyes and giving you a soft kiss.

• Nadia would give you the world, and she tries to. She can’t stand to see you hurt, and she wants to do everything she can to prevent it from happening again.

• And she will.

Julian:

• Ilya’s immediate reaction is understanding.

• He gets it. He sees it. There are so many times in his own life when he’s been close to or at that sort of a low, and he knows what it feels like.

• He tells you that everything is alright. That he loves you, that you’re valued and precious and the most wonderful thing he’s ever encountered. Even if it doesn’t help he’ll still say it just so it’s in your mind.

• A long while afterwards is spent in comfortable silence as he holds you to his chest. Just feeling each other breathe. Sharing a mutual understanding while he plays with your hair.

• Eventually, when he breaks the silence, it’s to tell you that he’s here. That if you need him he’ll always be here to help as much as he can.

• And he means that with everything he has. He means that because for the longest time he didn’t have anyone to support him emotionally, and by god he’s going to support you.

• Whether It’s making you laugh or smile or even just giving you a big hug, he’ll see to it that he does everything in his power. He wants to make every day a little better than the last, and you two have to do that together.

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reblog if you are a blog in the arcana fandom + post content

y'all, I know I’ve done a couple of these posts already but I want to make a brand new master list of the active blogs in the fandom. There’s definitely a lot of new ones that popped up recently, and I want the brand new master list to include them too :3

So, please, do me a huge favor, and even if you know that I’m well aware of your existence as a blog; reblog it anyways 💕

I may or may not include it but you can add what kind of content you usually do “writing” or “art” specifically.

Also, rb it if you’re an rp blog (apprentice or main) and I’ll stick you on there as well under a different category.

Thanks and have a wonderful day, everyone~ 💖

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To be completely honest, the way Asra is written in the game and as his/their bio states Asra's preferred pronouns are both They/Them and He/Him so in all fairness of canon for the Arcana, Asra would go with both and not mind whichever one is used. Both are canonically correct. By all means use whichever one you prefer! however,r i just wanted to point out that both are canon for Asra as well in case it confuses anyone.

Thank you my dear, I'm trying my best!

I think I'll use "he," as the game states he is comfortable with that, but try to avoid gender-specific terms like man or boy.

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Hey, could you, please, not refer to Asra as a man? He's canonically non-binary, and even though he goes by he/him pronouns he prefers gender neutral terms.

Oh yeah, I'm sorry! I'm actually gender neutral, I didn't know. Thanks for letting me know, I'll change it up in the future. Thank you for asking nicely.

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4 and 5, Asra with F!MC pretty pls

Aha! I've done it, I've put out more work. Wowzers, I'm slow. I love you guys for your patience! 💕💕

Asra Lingerie/Body Worship (F! MC)

Asra’s sitting on his bed, sunk into the fluffiness of his pillows with his arms and legs outstretched. A candle softly glows on his nightstand, illuminating the night. It’s been a long day for the both of you, given that it’s his birthday. But he’s content, a smile splayed across his soft features as he leans himself back into his pillows.

But when he sees you come out of the other room, all of his attention immediately diverts to you. Violet eyes scan and roam over every curve, every perfect dip of your body, taking in each inch as if it were holy scripture.

He opens his mouth to speak, and then shuts it again, unable to formulate words at the sight of you. In...in that.

Yesterday you went out to get him a special present, and now that especially important birthday gift is clinging to your figure like Saran wrap. Thigh high stockings in pink. A matching set of a skimpy bra and even skimpier panties. And a babydoll slip, artfully translucent in its craftsmanship.

Your precious magician seems to be figuring out how to breathe again.

After his momentary lapse in thought, Asra sits up straighter and leans back on his hands. Despite himself, it’s painfully clear that he’s already sporting half an erection in those thin black pants, just from the sight of you.

“Love, I...is all this for me?”

Shyly you nod, feeling your cheeks redden at the waver in his voice. In the way he looks at you with those gorgeous eyes.

And then he speaks again, patting his lap softly. “MC, come here. You look so stunning.”

Immediately you comply with his request, following unspoken instructions down to his lap. Soft hands move to slide along your hips, fingertips pressing into your thighs and pulling them around his lean waist.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, scattering hungry kisses over your skin. Everything about him is so warm, from the ghost of his breath down to the hips you’re seated on so snugly. “I’m so lucky. I’m so lucky to have you, MC.”

You bite your lip to stifle the sounds you want so desperately to make. Something as little as Asra kissing your neck sends the world into a blurry haze, every point of contact he gives you feels like blooming fire. It takes everything you have to resist grinding yourself down on the heat of his hips for something like friction.

“Asra...” without warning his name makes it past your lips, and his gaze shifts up to you. The look in his eyes is nothing short of lecherous in all its divine need.

Speech is worthless in comparison to the face you give him. Your biggest doe eyes, the sweetest bat of your long, dark lashes. “Tonight’s about you, birthday boy. Unwrap your present.”

Asra bites his lip, eyes half lidded as he pulls you closer to his body. You can practically feel the beat of your hearts increase in time with one another.

And after a moment of palpable tension, after just a millisecond of a pause, his hands cup your face and pull you in for a series of incredible kisses.

Both of you crash together in this, the weakest of moments, lips meeting over and over and over again; both of your soft moans punctuating the silence.

His hands move to your waist, sliding under the fabric of your rosy babydoll slip to feel up the softness of your breasts. Deftly he works to unhook your lacy bra, warm lips meeting the tenderness of your nipple before you can think to hold back a gasp. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants at the noise you make, and it’s almost more than you can bear, knowing the effect you have on him.

Tangling your hands in his hair you set a rhythm on his hips, anchoring yourself on him and starting to rock slowly. You can feel yourself slicking his pants and you know he can feel it too, from the eyes he flashes up at you.

“Sweetheart-“ He chides softly as he rests his forehead against yours, the hand that isn’t supporting you on his lap dipping down to feel out just how aroused you are. And as soon as his fingers touch you, a telltale smirk crosses his features. “Aw. Just for me? It’s gonna be so easy to slide in with you dripping wet like this.”

All you can do is whimper as he slips a hand into your panties and rests his thumb against you, the pad of it just grazing your clit.

Fuck, that face. The looks he’s giving you could actually kill someone. His violet eyes sparkle in the candlelight, heavy and heavenly and full of lust.

A soft gasp escapes you when his fingers move to line up at your entrance, his other hand still supporting and laid on your hip.

“Just one first, mm?” He kisses your chest slowly, carefully, trying to relax you. He knows just how tight you are, and that preparation is always key. “Deep breaths.”

With one of those deep inhales his middle finger eases into you, allowing you room to sink down onto it and adjust yourself. Even just the slenderness of his finger makes you want to bite your lip and scream.

“MC…” his velvet lips trace over your ear as you feel him stand, moving to press you up against the nearest wall. “You’re so perfect, do you know that? Do you know just how much I wanna…”

His words pause for a moment as he hitches you up against the wall, holding your small form up with ease while his other hand works on you.

He’s watching himself do it, too, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his eyes follow each movement. The way he watches, with his brow furrowed just softly in concentration, is like something out of a novel.

As he adds a finger you watch him smile, obviously content with your reaction. Content with the way you squirm against him, head pressed back against the wall in ecstasy.

“You’re such a good girl-” He practically purrs out the words.

Sweet, careful words. Pleading words. “MC, please...I need to fuck you. You’re so beautiful.”

God, that's just what you wanted to hear. Nodding, you let him square you on his hips. He’s kissing your neck again, pressing his painfully hard cock, despite its constriction still inside his pants, up against the soaked fabric of your pink panties.

And god, is he hard. The feeling of him through three layers of fabric is enough to make you moan in desperation.

At that, Asra doesn’t even bother removing your undergarments all the way--after undoing his pants and pulling them down he slides the pink lace to the side just enough to grant access.

As he lines himself up your hands find the warmth of his shoulders and grip on with everything you have. The gentlest person you’ve ever known can’t help that he’s a big boy, and you always need to prepare for it.

Violet flashes up to you, coupled with an expression full of only softness. Despite his hands being occupied in holding you, he leans forward to press a reverent kiss to your chest. “Are you ready for me, love?”

There’s absolutely no question in your mind--you nod, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

Your head tilts back as he starts to ease himself in, sinking you down on his length with the most beautiful groan you’ve ever heard. He fills you so snugly, as he always does. And there’s no replacing that feeling with anything else in the world.

When he’s finally all the way in you let your hips settle against his, wrapping your legs around his waist securely. At this point the two of you are flush against each other, gasping together against the feeling.

Fuck, you want more. It's so much, it's so so much and not enough. You want him to move--want him to press, and slide, and rock his hips forward. “Asra…”

He takes the cue instantly and presses his hips into yours, settling himself deep before pulling back and sinking in again.

It doesn't take long for him to decide on a rhythm, and if your thoughts are correct it's faster than usual.

It doesn't hurt, no. Asra would never pick up a punishing pace--but it's fast enough to convey a message:

It's my birthday, babe.

One of his hands moves to trail up your side, warm and comforting and secure.

He's using everything he can for leverage, and it's working well. His hand on your hip, the press he has you in against the wall. He's an expert at driving himself in as deep as he can go, and it's no surprise that you're feeling it now.

The passion is so high between you and your magician that before you can think you're on the edge. It doesn't take much from him--especially because he knows every secret little pleasure point on your body.

By the cant of his hips you can tell he's getting there too, his strokes sloppier and less controlled as when he first started.

His voice is desperate in your ear, purring out soft commands that, in your mind, instantly register into action. “MC, tell me to fuck you harder. Beg me to fuck you senseless.”

“Asra, please--f-fuck me harder, please-” You respond in kind, gasping, tilting your head back and saying all the little things you're so embarrassed to say.

It's three more strokes and you feel him finish inside you, clenching his jaw and setting his hips close. He lets out a few soft little moans as he ruts deep, his body shaking against yours.

You can feel everything--his warmth, his pulse. Everything down to the bite of his sharp hipbones against you.

The rush of him is too much for you to bear, much too much, and you're finishing too before you can manage to register.

Your fingers run through his hair as he sets you down a little on the wall, his chest rising and falling as he recovers himself.

Spending an extra moment to kiss him, your chest wells with pride as you feel him smile against it.

“Happy birthday, Asra.”

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i need you to know that your writing is so good 😭 thanks for bringing this gold content to us all! keep going, and..... IN SMUT WE TRUST ~

This beautiful comment has refueled my confidence! Winter break is coming up...get ready for more content. IN SMUT WE TRUST. 💕

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Uhhh ok so do you think Asra is flat like Julian or thicc like Lucio and Muriel

I think Asra has a good ass and here's why. Now I'm not saying he's like Muriel who's like thiccc with three (3) c's, but he's not flat like sweet baby Julian.

He spends all his time travelling. So like...walking, running, ducking and crouching...riding various animals. You get some definition from that

This, because there's a lil shelf there:

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Uhh,, can I have 10 & 5 with asra?

I've got that wonderful request just a bit lower in the blog! Enjoy love! 💕💕

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I'd love to see what you'd write for 20nwith Julian!!

Wow, oh my god, an actual post. I'm sorry I've been so inactive loves, midterms have been slamming me. But I'm back in my groove and cranking out again! For all you noodles who have had to wait, expect your works soon.

Praise Kink: Ilya

Praise is something that this sweet boy lives for, in more than one way

It can be domestic praise, telling him that he did the dishes well or that his work as a doctor is very important

Just hearing it from you, hearing confirmation that he's good and special and worth something makes his heart skip

Ilya makes it his mission to please those he loves, be it with little things or big things

He has trouble with his own self worth and his image, but hearing that you're happy with what he's doing can really impact his day in a positive way.

In bed though, praise is another story for him.

Once again he aims to please, and that ranges from something as simple as the way he kisses your neck to the rhythm of his hips, whether he's giving or receiving.

This is especially the case when he's giving oral, because the pressure is all on him to make you feel good.

Lace your hand in those auburn curls and tell him he's a good boy, tell him that he's so talented with that wet, warm mouth of his

Praise makes him more eager, makes him want to do better, makes his cock strain harder against his pants

When you feel good he feels good, and he wants to know it

Conversely, tell him how pretty he looks when you're pleasuring him, even during something as simple as a handjob

Tease him, stroke him, watch him moan as he twitches

And then whisper against the shell of his ear that he's so incredibly handsome, that you love the way he sounds, that you can't wait to feel him cum in your hand.

Dirty talk and Ilya go hand in hand, so don't be afraid to lay it on thick. He won't mind.

Even after he finishes, help him clean up. Tell him he's so sweet, and that he was so perfect. Let him know just how much you love him, because that's what he wants to hear most.

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Hey Everyone! An Announcement 💕💕♥️

Hey guys! I'm posting this to let you know that there's going to be a major power outage in my area, lasting a maximum of five days, starting at midnight tonight. I'll have to use electronics sparingly and I won't have wifi, so I won't be able to post! Thank you so much for being so sweet!

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I 👏 Love 👏 You 👏 Guys

I just wanted to let you know that my goodness, I adore each and every person who requests, follows, or even just reads my work.

Your patience is so, so appreciated! College is super college-y, so I'm working to write in my free time. I know I'm taking a while, you guys are so sweet 😥

Soon I'm going to be putting out a Halloween prompt list! 🍋 so get ready 😉

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Pre-plague 13. for Asra x F!MC please!

Well, I may have gotten carried away. Just...a little bit. Here is the thing! I really hope you like it. ☺️💕

It's definitely descriptive! 18+ only, please please please.

First time pre-plague Asra x Fem! MC

He loves you. He loves you.

Asra has said it before, and you’re used to hearing it from him. But something about tonight is special.

Something about the way he whispers it against you, so soft and intimate. Something about the way his lips press against yours, sweet and imbued with fervor.

You two are in the warmth of a cozy pillow fort, created out of boredom and laughter on this chilly night. Frost cracks at the windows outside, and harsh wind rattles the shutters.

But here you are with him, giggling and making a lovely little fool of yourself in your pajamas.

His laugh rings through you like birdsong, clear and melodic and velvet to the ear.

With a playful sort of smirk he pins your hands to the pillows below you, entwining your fingers as he sets his forehead against yours.

Feather-light kisses decorate your neck, and you can't help but giggle against them.

As those sweet kisses become less and less feather-light you tilt your head back and whimper softly--God, he feels so good.

“I love you.” The words press to your skin, getting hotter and hotter the more he loses himself in it. “I love you I love you I love you…”

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, pressing him closer. Tangling in his hair. It's so, so embarrassing but you can't help what you're thinking. Can't help biting your lip and whimpering it into his ear. “Asra, I want you. Please, I want it.”

Instantly he pauses, moving to touch his forehead to yours. To look at you.

Too many thoughts rush through your mind at once. Oh no. Oh no, I messed it up. I...he's going to say no. He's...

Violet eyes scan from your lips up to your eyes, and a gentle kiss touches to your nose. “My love, are you sure about this?”

Instantly you nod, not even having to think about it. There's no thinking about it. You love him, you want him, you need him.

You've known Asra since you were young, and you've been inseparable from the start. He taught you magic, and he taught you love--all of the things you've been longing to know, forever and ever.

And now here he is. Here he is with adoration in his eyes, lighting up at your simple nod. At the fact that you said yes.

Yes.

Carefully he slides one hand down to your waist, thumb stroking the delicate skin there. “I'll take it slow.”

And you know he will. You know Asra will take it as slow as you want it, of course. But the look in his eyes says that he needs this more than you could ever know--just the way his fingers graze along your side is hitched and imbued with desire.

He repeats himself as his lips come to meet yours, soft and warm in contrast to the chill of the nighttime. “I'll take it slow.”

Again you nod, fingers carding through the ivory hair at the nape of his neck. Even now, you can feel his skin's temperature rise at your touch.

With the same amount of reverence he carries in everything he does with you, those velvet lips meet yours again. And again, and again.

There is no feeling in the world like kissing your magician, especially when he's like this. The perfect mix between gentle and absolutely filled with need, hot kisses shared in between breathless moans. Hands roaming your body, so careful but so incredibly wanting.

He slides his hands underneath your shirt, knowing just how much you trust him, keeping contact all the way from your hips up to where he stops.

With his hands cupping your breasts you can't help but whine into the kisses, arching your back to press your whole body into his.

Noticing the insistence of the sound you make he decides to further his progress, lifting the fabric of your pajama shirt up and over your head and tossing it to the side.

A pause, a moment of silence as he bites his lip and shifts his gaze. “You’re so beautiful.”

Naturally your cheeks heat up even more at this remark, and for God's sake you try not to wiggle too much. “Asra, touch me.”

The response is immediate. As his grip moves down to the curve of your waist his mouth does too, those beautiful violet eyes fluttered closed as he presses kiss after open-mouthed kiss to your breasts, going over every inch of your chest that he can reach.

For a moment he's quiet as his tongue slips over your nipple, reverent and slow.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan when you feel him press his hips against you, the heat of his erection sliding over the inside of your thigh.

And fuck, he's hot, even through the fabric of his pants. Just feeling it against you, you know he’s so hard that it aches.

Thinking yourself exceptionally bold you run your hands up under his shirt, the pads of your fingers tracing the lines of his abdominals and then his pectoral muscles.

He shivers in response, and you feel each muscle tense with his excitement under your touch. His skin is smooth, warm under the flats of your hands.

A soft groan rumbles through his chest as he buries his face in your neck, arching into your palms.

His hair smells like pumpkin and fresh bread, from all the baking you two did earlier today. When he speaks, his voice breaks gently with need. “Please, I want you so much. Wanna be inside you.”

Those words send a feeling down your body, sharp and hot like a lightning bolt on a black night.

As if on instinct his hands slide down your sides and set on your hips, hitching you up and lazily wrapping your leg over his waist.

His chest brushes against you with every breath, every movement he makes. He moves to press his forehead against yours, a velvet kiss meeting your lips.

For just a moment, the world is silent. There is absolutely nothing but the beating of your hearts, arrhythmic and fluttering with anticipation.

Even his normally steady hands shake, just enough for you to sense it. You can feel the way his aura melds into yours, all purple and freshwater and pumpkin spice.

He breaks the silence cautiously, his voice the softest, most loving thing you've ever heard. “and you're sure?”

“Yes.” again you don't hesitate, hands migrating to cup the sides of his face. “I've never been more sure of anything, Asra.”

A gentle smile pulls at his lips as he kisses your nose, shifting a little to hold your hips against his. “then I need you to breathe, and focus for me.”

Your nod is accompanied by a deep breath as you attempt to settle the flitting of your heart, but the hummingbird inside your chest refuses to be quelled.

“It's just like a spell.” his hands trail down to your underwear as he speaks, hooking his fingers in and sliding them down your thighs. “You have to take your time. Take it slow, weave your magic like a painting.”

You will yourself to focus on his words, unable to help biting your lip as he kicks off his own pants. You feel exposed, vulnerable. But with him, it doesn't seem like a bad thing. It feels like a connection.

He continues to speak as he wraps both of your legs securely around his hips, placing one hand on either side of your head. “Do you remember what I taught you, when you learned how to cast a concentration spell?”

You nod. You'll remember this forever, simply because he taught it to you. “Two deep breaths, one for focus and one for luck. Then you cast.”

Even now, you can see the pride show on his handsome face. “Perfect. Now, my love, take two deep breaths for me.”

You know what that means, and he definitely does too. Despite yourself you're a little nervous, but he comforts you in every way possible. His warmth, his smile. His gentle words and patience. This is Asra, this is your magician, this is the man you love. And you want him more than anything in this world.

You feel yourself take the first breath before you're even conscious of it, closing your eyes and letting it out nice and slow. It gives you clarity--focus, just as it's supposed to.

The second breath is even more drawn than the last, a wave of calm washing over you with it. You feel like you're home. Home in the purest sense.

You offer him the smallest nod, letting him brush a stand of hair back from your eyes.

A subtle shift of his weight. His hips settle carefully into yours, spreading your legs further apart for him.

And then the gentlest nudge at your entrance. You watch Asra's jaw set as he pushes himself further and sinks about two inches into your warmth, the man unable to stifle a beautiful groan that resonates through you, too.

He lets you catch your breath, at that. He's catching his breath too, forehead pressed up to yours. “Tell me when I can give you more, Sweetheart. I can stop whenever you need me to.”

Even just this, even just this introductory amount of him feels like heaven. It hurts a little, but slowly you're adjusting at his pause.

When the ache subsides you nod again, and he presses the rest of himself into you, inch by inch.

Once he's fully sheathed inside you he stops again, wanting to give you time to adjust again to this new feeling.

And what a feeling it is.

He's warm--so, so very warm. Every point of contact he makes with your body feels like the bite of fire and the relief of cool water all at the same time.

You can feel him stretching you, the girth of his cock filling you like a puzzle piece fit perfectly into its slot. It's big, it's a lot to handle. But it feels right.

You try to speak, but all you can muster is a soft whimper against his lips.

Asra chuckles softly, the sound comforting and familiar to you. “hey, are you alright?”

You nod, too many times than necessary. You're so alright, you're incredibly alright, but you need more of him, and you need it now. “Don't stop. Please.”

He smirks softly, eyes glimmering with nothing but love and adoration as he starts to move.

He starts out slowly, but picks up his pace as he gets more and more lost in the feeling. The movement of his hips is smooth, driving you into the pillows with every thrust.

It seems so effortless, as it does when he does anything. But the way his sounds harmonize with yours proves that this is anything but trivial to Asra.

The fort now is nothing but those gorgeous sounds, muffled against the fabric surrounding the both of you. It's all heat and hands and fervent kisses, soft moans pressed against your lips and your neck and the hollow of your jaw. The feeling of his cock again and again and again, pressing as far in as he can go and then sliding back.

More, more, more.

His fingers entwine with yours, pinning your hands to the bed. He's breathing so hard, skin to skin with his chest rising and falling against yours.

The air in your lungs hitches into a whine when his hips grind into your clit, sending a shock of pleasure all the way up your body.

Without missing a beat he notices, a beautifully smug little smirk crossing his features. He shifts, angling his thrusts so that his hips press over and over just where you want them to.

If you weren't feeling good before, you certainly are now. You feel the pressure building, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him down to crash his lips against yours.

His strokes are getting sloppier, more erratic. Each kiss is met with a sharp intake of breath. His hands shake against yours, pace quickening and pressing deeper into you.

You can't help what you say, you can't help but moan out his name. Everything is so much, it's too much, it's not enough. You want every bit of him, every single bit of this beautiful, vulnerable magician. “Asra, please I'm so close don't stop-!”

This only serves to push him further. He holds his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice weak and quavering in his own pleasure, hips snapping into yours over and over and over and over and-

“Please, fuck, I wanna feel you cum for me.”

“AsRA-!”

The sound of his voice pushes you over the edge, and for a moment your vision goes fuzzy. Your legs shake as you feel yourself clench around him, waves of relief flooding through you with every second that passes.

One more thrust, two, three and he tenses up, back arching into you as he presses in as deep as he can. His dignified groan comes with a rush of warmth inside you, his hips rutting into yours to ride out his orgasm.

All you can focus on is his face and the feeling of his cum, hotter and more satisfying than you ever thought it would be. There's nothing but his beautiful expression, eyes fluttered closed and mouth open just slightly.

After a few moments his body relaxes, the small fort filled with the sounds of your and his panting.

You're both speechless, and there's nothing more to it. But there's no need for words, right now. No need for anything but his smile, bright and light and full of love.

You can't help but smile back, soft laughter overtaking the both of you.

You can feel him laughing, crying, mimicking all of the emotions that you are in this very moment. You're connected with him, connected with his magic, his heart, his physicality.

And though you feel bare, though you're exhausted and worn and sweating beyond all comprehensible level, you're happy. You're so, so happy. Here, with him, nestled in the warmth of your little fort. Content.

He presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling out, absolutely unable to stop smiling. “I love you.”

You slide your hand up to his chest, holding it against the pounding of his heart. “I love you too, Asra.”

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I'm sorry to bother you but about 1 (Orgasm Denial) for (bottom, begging) Lucio?

This took 10,000 years. I love college.

Here is the boyo for you! It's in head canon style but it's sort of like a mini fic. Anyways, enjoy! 💕💕

Orgasm Denial/Bottom/Begging: Lucio

You and your beloved Count are at a rather elaborate party, and quite a few high-status individuals have chosen to attend.

Although not as grand as the masquerade, this ball is still exquisite and worth every moment of preparation it took.

Lucio is in full regalia—a pristine cream suit, his flowing crimson cape, and patent black boots. His makeup is done exceptionally, every line carved into fine points. And his arm, oh. His golden arm is polished to a blinding sheen, glimmering in the lights of the chandelier above.

He’s drunk, of course—on the finest red wine in Vesuvia. After all, that’s the only way he can really talk to diplomats and foreign representatives without getting terribly bored.

It’s awfully cute, watching him flit about the party. He’s a life of his own, that man—and despite his brashness, there’s something about the way he moves that you just can’t shake.

Perhaps it’s the way he flows—how the bloodred of his cape swirls about his feet, or the way he carries his hands. Maybe it’s the tilt of his chin—perpetually bold and upward—and how that serves to accentuate the cut of his jaw.

In any case, he’s driving you wild with the looks he's flashing your way, and the steely hue of his gaze catches you in the most inopportune moments.

After about two hours of these torturous looks you break, snatching a hold of him and stealing away into an isolated little corridor.

And the look on his face? Nothing short of absolutely priceless. No hint of shame or remorse crosses his features over all the seductive glances he's been giving you the whole night through. He just offers you a challenging sort of look, a smirk playing across his face.

You're quick to put the man in his place, however.

Taking a fistful of his lapels you proceed to back him up into a wall, the two of you hidden just so behind a curtain of red and gold.

His rambunctious smirk shifts as soon as his back presses into the cold stone, eyebrows curving down and lips parting just slightly for you. At even the slightest notion of dominance he turns into a mess for you, and he doesn't even attempt to hide it.

“Lucio-” at just the touch of your lips to the shell of his ear he gives a lecherous sort of sigh, pawing at the front of your outfit for purchase.

He's already half hard under the press of your body, cheeks flushed and breath hot at your neck.

Nudging a knee in between his legs and bearing forward elicits from him a whiny cry that he doesn't try at all to conceal, unashamedly rutting his hips back up against you.

And then, a very pathetic sort of whimper. “MC, mmmgAH fuck-”

Slowly you slip a hand down his pants, circling delicate fingers around his already weeping cock. Whispering in his ear that it's adorable, that he has no right to be confident about it (even though he absolutely does.)

You can feel the tips of his golden claw grazing against the fabric of your garments, clutching to you in desperation as you let just your fingertips touch him

Only the pads of your fingers, slow and methodical, skim along the length of him. He's so hot against your touch that it's intoxicating--experimentally you run your thumb along the crown of him, and then over his slit.

Naturally this makes him shudder and moan and buck back into you, but your fingers are so loose that it offers no purchase.

His frustration is practically tangible and it sends a rush of pleasure through you.

At the state of him you can't help but whisper in his ear the words you know will drive him absolutely wild.

“Better be quick, mm? What if someone sees? Aw, Vesuvia’s terrifying Count Lucio, rutting pathetically against my hand.”

You can practically feel his humiliation kink sputter to life like an engine revving up dry.

A wicked smirk plays across your lips as you continue to speak. “But that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to make you cum in front of everyone like a good little boy.”

His cock twitches against your palm at the mere mention of this, accompanied by another desperate little whine.

“oh, and look at you. Gonna do it in your pants with me barely even touching you, huh?”

The look on his face is telling you that he would, if you let him. His cheeks and neck are flushed pink, lip caught between his teeth.

With marked slowness you start to stroke him, running a closed fist down every inch of him and then back up to the base. “Lucio, beg.”

Normally he'd balk back against this order. Normally he'd puff out his chest, tell you that he’s the “Count of Vesuvia” and proceed to demand your respect.

But this is the count pressed up against a wall. This is that very same man, now with a shameful expression on his face and desperation in his voice. “MC, please…”

You act like you can't hear him--that isn't good enough. Not at all.

Squeezing him firmly in your hand, you say it again. “Monty, beg for me.”

Begging is an understatement. In a couple of minutes of fast-paced stroking you have him keening and moaning out just how much he wants it. Chanting your name, clawing for some sort of anchor as he pleads for release

And oh, he's so so sweet when he begs like that. When his hips arch up against you and he's biting his lip so hard you swear it'll bleed any second. So, so sweet when he's this absolute wreck of a man on the verge of his finish.

But do you let him? No, no of course not. It isn't that easy.

Tucking him back into his pants with a taunting smile you release him from his press against the wall, immediately receiving a dirty look and a whimper in response.

"MC no, please let me-"

A kiss to his jaw, agonizingly chaste. "after the party, dear. Business to attend to."

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Hello 👏 My 👏 Beans

Requests are still 100% on, I'm still writing! College was like BAM, T E S T S and so I've been a lil slow these past few days! I love you guys and your patience is so, so appreciated. To all of you who are still waiting on your requests to be filled, I got you b. I got your back. They're comin on up 🙌

In smut we trust

Love, Ells

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5 and/or 10 with Asra for the NSFW Prompt please! headcanons or fic style, whichever you prefer ☺️💞

This one was so fun to write, I hope you like it! I’m trying to put out at least one a day. 💕

Shower/Body Worship: Asra

Showers with Asra are so, so comforting

He likes to scent the room with incense and lavender, so everything smells just delicious

His shower is one of the ones that is a little bigger than a single, with a bathtub bottom to it

Being Asra, he as all manner of shampoos, body washes, and lotions that all smell fantastic

Loves to take nice warm showers, but taking them with you makes them hot

He’ll undress you and carry you to the bathroom—it’s even better if you’re giggling in his arms

Lots and lots of kisses as he washes your hair, running gentle fingers through with the suds

His body is obviously stunning when it’s slick and wet in the shower, and sometimes that makes you a little nervous

Naturally if you ever mention being self conscious to him he’ll assure you that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

But he’ll make sure he proves it in every way possible, kneeling down to kiss the softness of your stomach and your thighs

Water runs in rivulets over his face and through his hair as he does this but he doesn’t care at all

More kisses trail over your hips, your hands, reverent and sweet and gentle

And when he’s down there on his knees he just can’t help but press hot kisses to your sex, starting chaste and then turning open-mouthed and full of need. His pretty eyes will flutter closed and if he gets deep enough into it he’ll moan against you

He can’t get enough of the way you taste because it’s you, the person he adores so so deeply

Tangle your hands into his hair and let him get lost—he’s very good at using his tongue, especially when he’s eager to feel you cum

Because oh, god. Is he ever eager to make you cum—he craves it—he’s addicted to the feeling and the sound and and taste of you finishing for him.

And yes, yes of course he’s going to start stroking himself, getting off just on the way you sound when he plays with you

He’ll wait for you to get so close that you’re tensing up against him

And then he’ll stop.

He’ll stop and guide you down to lay underneath him, with your neck bent over the edge of the tub

And holy hell this cutie is hot and hard for you

He’s so sweet when he asks if he can fuck you, tracing his lips over your neck and your ear

When he fills you he fills you so perfectly, one of his hands on the edge of the tub for leverage

He uses that leverage expertly. He’s so sweet, so gentle, but he loves the intimacy of driving himself in as deep as he can.

Touch him—touch his hair, his neck, his shoulders. Run your hands over his chest, it’ll make him shiver and groan against you

He always waits for you to finish first, and your pleasure takes him right over the edge

As mentioned before, the intimacy of finishing inside you is something he adores. He loves to spill when you’re finishing, holding your shaking form close to his body

When you two come down from your combined highs he’ll make sure you’re cleaned up, and then carry you out of the shower and to the bed in a towel burrito

He’ll get you some of your favorite tea and make sure your head is in the perfect position on his chest so you can doze off while he strokes your hair

#pure

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30 and 23 with a dom fem reader and a subby Julian? Bonus points if the toy is a vibrator and is used on Julian ❤️❤️❤️ (thank you sooo much! Also you can do fic or headcanon, whatever floats your boat)

Aah ok this subby man is the love of my LIFE sweet boy I just can’t get enough of him oh my GOD thank you for your beautiful request!

Please forgive me taking a moment to put out works, two requests particularly have inspired me to write huge smut fics that just keep going. So...prepare yourself for a long Asra/MC lemon and a long Ilya/MC lemon, both coming up within the next day or two) ;) But for now, enjoy my sweet sweet boy:

Forced orgasm/Toys: Ilya

This boy absolutely loves toys. After being with him long enough you’ll learn to keep a small collection

Cock rings, vibrators, dildos...he loves it all and he’ll let you use any of them on him

Please use multiple toys on him at once. Please, he’ll thank you so so much.

Slip a cock ring down to his base and watch him shiver—turn it on and he’ll start squirming in no time

Make him get down on his hands and knees and have him watch you lube up a vibrator

Despite the fact that he’s a seasoned man in this regard, he’s also a sweet piece of cinnamon pumpkin pie who deserves lots of warm lube

Even better have him suck it like a good boy before you lube it up

Watch how he’ll flutter his eyes closed and slide his tongue up the length of it before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking

As he takes more in he’ll hollow his cheeks. it makes him look so, so pretty—pressing up against it, desperate for the feeling of the toy hitting the back of his throat

When you slide it out of his mouth he’ll whimper a little at the loss, but as soon as he sees you pull out the lube he’ll support your decision

“MC yes, please put it in me-“

He’s such a good boy but he’ll need to beg a little more for you to be convinced

Turn the speed up on his cock ring and he’ll be begging and moaning out your name in an instant, back arching down to the bed. “Oh please, please MC I need it so bad please fuck me-“

The instant you slip it inside and turn it on he’ll gasp and moan like a common whore

Get behind him, press his face into the bed and stroke his cock nice and slow. Let the precum drip into your hand and make him suck it off your fingers

And ohhhh fuck, he’ll be absolutely puddling precum into your palm. Every time your hand slides over the head of his cock he’ll groan and dribble all over your fingers—he can’t help it.

And OHHHH FUCK

The moment you press your sticky hand to his lips he’ll lap himself off you with the sweetest, most lecherous expression you’ve ever seen

But no no no, don’t stop there

In the middle of him being a drooling subby mess whisper into his ear that he’s going to cum in 15 seconds or you’re going to stop.

And oh, the whimper he gives you is nothing short of absolutely pathetic.

Encourage him, kiss the shell of his ear and tell him to cum for you, cum for you, cum for YOU

He’ll definitely make the time if you talk to him like that. When he finishes he’ll tense up and fuck himself into your fist, heat spilling through your fingers and onto the bed.

Help him ride his orgasm out completely and then have him lick the cum off your fingers—let it dribble down his chin and his long, pale neck.

Of course give this beautiful man all of the aftercare. Shower him up, give him ice cold water and cuddle him into the blankets. Kiss his face, kiss his collar, kiss everything. He’ll snuggle up to you and sleep so, so soundly.