#Lucio is here too

[motherofqups]

Cat's out of the bag 🙈

I'm writing a canon-ish Arcana Prequel on Dorian with my friends @asrabounding and @morellanimmermehr, with art by Patoons_Cartoons!

The Arcana Prequel will go live on Tuesday, July 16th! You can follow me, Azi and Morella on Dorian to get notified when new episodes drop. Your follow on Dorian would mean a lot to me!

The prequel follows Asra's time at the palace leading up to the last masquerade. Playing as Asra, you’ll need to earn the trust of many allies in the palace in order for you to meet your goals: an enigmatic friend, a capricious Count, an elegant Countess, and a sharp-tongued Consul. And, of course, you'll need to navigate your attraction to a certain roguish plague doctor...

Aaaaaand if you have hearts on Dorian, you can donate hearts ahead of publication to unlock exclusive art content! The sprites and the CGs are pretty 🥵 if you ask me...

The prose will be poppin, the spice will be spicy, the angst will be angstin! It’s been such a pleasure to write with and learn from Azi and Morella on this project. And I can’t wait to hear what yall think too 😇

[shroudedinfog]

doodles from magma

[bakuliwrites]

Interest check for my fellow Arcana fans that are reading my fic End Up Here:

As I am writing this fic, I am also editing a version of it that has my fan apprentice in it rather than just the vague Apprentice character.

[knight-engale]

the venn diagram of these two is almost a circle

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[astrxealis]

i forgot that there’s pandemonium/pandaemonium in gbf too ngl

[froggibus]

Valentine's NSFW - Overwatch Men

Pairings: Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Ramattra & Reaper x fem! reader (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: cheesy Valentines things, aftercare, manhandling, bondage, role play, toys, shibari, praise, degradation, dirty talk, oral (giving & receiving) unprotected sex, p in v, cum stuffing, overstimulation, cervix fucking, teasing

i flopped so hard this Valentine’s Day but here’s some overwatch content 😭 im sorry my fellow lucio enjoyers i simply couldn’t do it i could not write him for valentines

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Baptiste:

he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two 

wants to make the most of his time with you 

takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles

for him it’s all about the ambience 

takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on

takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess 

when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready

has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs 

it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him 

doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices 

he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches 

teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in 

once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied 

the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb

it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel

loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today

his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact 

he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down

and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)

Cassidy:

wants to try absolutely anything

he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11

buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him 

wants to roleplay 

once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night 

he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him 

just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming

it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”

gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress

this man is breeding you for hours

even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going 

switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash

“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”

spanks you if you get too quiet

“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”

there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs

when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own

so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions 

Genji:

kinky mf 

he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months 

has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you

so much foreplay 

he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into 

he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’

your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you 

but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time 

definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit 

has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you

even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush

it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed

you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy

feels so fucking good 

he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls

whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done 

“one more” turns into an extra hour 

by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you

helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin  

Hanzo:

SHIBARI

he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it

you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner 

Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in 

you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands 

he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him 

binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display

manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock

smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length

you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock 

probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed 

you are doing it in every position tonight 

bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust 

on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you

against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap

he’s taking you any way he can

ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest

leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face

you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest

Ramattra:

has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it

but if it’s important to you…

is teasing you the whole fucking day 

pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate 

he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time

has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard 

you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron 

eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing

“it’s St Valentines after all”

but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny 

pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night 

the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants 

and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter 

he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs

“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”

probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep 

after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed

he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”

Reaper:

he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in

absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs 

he won’t admit it but he’s into it 

you spend over an hour just teasing him 

rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move 

it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him 

Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate 

of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once

when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient 

he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly

you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock

eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go

just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands 

you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you 

the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding 

just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times 

or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)

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masterlist | overwatch masterlist

[kiwi-on-ice]

Lifeweaver x fem!reader

Summary: Niran has always been a gentle lover, but your recent behaviour means he seeks to punish you, but maybe not in the way you expect.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ smut, soft dom!lifeweaver, no use of y/n, use of vibrator, restraints, overstimulation, so many petnames, Niran being sweet as well as in control, fingering, creampie (no threat of pregnancy)

Notes: This is so self indulgent, I just love Lifeweaver so bad. I swear I've been feral about him since his release.

For someone who loved to tease, he seemingly had a strong reaction to you giving the same energy back. At least that’s how you felt towards your lover, who was currently sat comfy in his chair a few feet away from you, book in hand. His body language screamed leisurely, his one leg casually over the other as he reads, his hair half up. Metal fingers gently turn the page before coming back to position on the arm rest, stroking patterns absentmindedly onto the fabric. You on the other hand, were squirming and writhing; bound to a chair with a vibrator pressed against your throbbing heat.

The setting was on low, but still enough for you to feel the constant and mind-numbing buzzing against your most sensitive part. The silk ropes binding you in position gave you just enough leeway to grind against the toy slightly, but it did little to really soothe the ache in your clit as you watched Niran effectively ignore you.

It had started earlier in the day, at a standard meeting for overwatch. Since both you and Niran were new recruits, you sat together with everyone else and listened while the senior members droned on and on about whatever mission you two didn’t even go on. You’d been bored out of your mind, glancing around and seeing Hana on her phone under the table, Lucio drumming his fingers on his thigh to the beat of a new song he was working on, and even Dr Ziegler had been staring at the same corner of the room for about five minutes. So you decided to alleviate that boredom by teasing your loving boyfriend. It started with placing your hand on his thigh, which he smiled at you for, thinking it was a sweet gesture. However your fingers had danced along his trousers’ material, making their way further and further up to his inner thigh. He’d shot you a look, but you ignored it, biting back a smirk as you moved higher. Your fingertips had danced over his crotch before he’d grabbed your wrist, moving your hand to your own thigh and holding it there for the duration of the meeting. Afterwards, he’d left quickly, causing you to worry that you’d upset him or made him uncomfortable; little did you know he was simply cooking up the best way to reprimand you.

Now here you were, bound and helpless as you whimpered softly. He’d told you to not make too much noise when he was meticulously wrapping your body with the silk ropes, heaven forbid his reading is disrupted. You remember the teasing smile he had on his face as he tied the bindings, gently caressing your skin with his hands before securing the fabric into position.

“Like a gift.” He’d uttered, admiring the bindings. You had been excited, thinking he’d make you cum while restrained; something you’d talked about but hadn’t tried yet. But this…well, this certainly wasn’t what you’d expected.

It’s hard to obey your lover’s desire for quiet when you’re grinding gently on a vibrator that isn’t quite giving you the stimulation you need. So, you whine a little louder, hoping you can make him pity you enough to grant you mercy. Instead, he glances at you.

“Colour?” he asks, and when you reply green, he glances back at his book. “You brought this on yourself darling.”

That certainly wasn’t the answer you wanted, but you knew you weren’t in a position to argue. So you bite your lip and decide to make the best of it. You grind against the vibrator as best you can, shivering slightly as you attempt to give yourself as much pleasure as you can discern. But it isn’t enough, you need more. More vibrations, more stimulation…more of Niran. All you can do instead is look at him pitifully as he reads, moaning softly. Despite the circumstances, he truly is beautiful like that. So poised and collected, so stunning. And it only makes you wetter.

The truth however, is that it’s taking all of Niran’s self-control to not get up and make you cry out his name from his fingers and tongue. He loves pleasuring you, and is a very kind and generous lover even when you let him take control. Despite your reassurance that he could be a little rougher, a little meaner if he wanted to, he never did. He’d never punished you more than the occasional slap on the ass or stern tone of voice, but today you’d really pushed the boundaries. He’d seen the fire in your eyes, the determination…the brattiness. You wanted him to react, wanted to see what he’d do. And a part of him took pleasure in disciplining you in a way you most likely weren’t expecting.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been strapped there, but your breathy whimpers seem to echo around the room as your brain seemingly turns to mush. Eventually, Niran graces with another glance.

“Truly a vision, even like this.” He says, affection clear in his tone despite his actions. This only serves to make you moan, hips stuttering as you attempt to grind harder into the vibrator. He tuts at this.

“Now now beautiful, you know you aren’t going to get anything from that.”

Your thighs shake from how much you’ve been trying to move and squirm, your gaze locking with his as you give him your most desperate and pathetic expression. He finally places his book down and stands, walking over to you and stroking your cheek with this thumb. Looking up at him like this makes him look as if he’s some sort of Greek god; he’s certainly built like one.

“You know I hate to punish you darling, really I do.” He coos softly, his thumb now tracing over your bottom lip. Pushing it into your mouth gently, he tilts his head as he looks at how sinful your mouth looks like this. “But your behaviour…so wanton in public. What happened to my good girl, hm?”

You suck on the digit in your mouth softly, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. You make a gentle noise, curling your tongue around his thumb in the hopes of swaying him. He makes a low groan at that, pulling out of your mouth and sighing down at you.

“Perhaps I should just leave you here…I have a few errands to run after all.” He has no intention of leaving you like this, but delights in your frantic shake of your head. “No? Hm…then whatever shall I do…”

He strokes your hair softly, before running his finger down to your neck. He gently feels your pulse, before slipping to grope gently at your chest through your shirt. You arch your back as best you can, trying to feel more of his touch, before he trails his hand down and down. Excitedly, you think he’s about to finally touch you before his hand goes to the vibrator and flicks it up a setting. You whine instantaneously, the new onslaught of sensation causing your cunt to throb and clench around nothing. This prompts a laugh from Niran, gently stroking your thigh as he observes your reactions.

“Oh sweetheart, look at you.” He murmurs, observing the way you tremble as the vibrator stimulates you. All you can hope to do is whine and let the pleasure wash over you. Smiling softly, he reaches up to undo your shirt buttons, exposing your bra. “You’re so lovely, you didn’t mean to be a brat did you? Not really…”

His tone could most likely make you agree with anything, so you pathetically shake your head at his words. “Didn’t mean it…” you say softly, despite the fact you clearly did.

Niran chuckled lightly, groping your chest. “Oh, if only that were true sweet thing.”

He pinches your nipple beneath your bra, eliciting a sharp sensation that only makes you grind against the vibrator even more. With how on edge you’ve been, it isn’t long before you feel your pleasure building and building. Shaking limbs and your rapidly changing breathing alert your lover to your impending orgasm as he smiles a little brighter.

“Oh darling, will you cum for me?” he asks, like you had a choice, still playing with your nipple with his nimble metal fingers. After a few moments, your hips stutter as you cum, crying out his name as the vibrator pushes you over the edge. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, but Niran doesn’t move…and more importantly doesn’t move the vibrator. It buzzes incessantly, making your eyes almost roll back as the sensation prolongs your pleasure to an almost painful degree.

“Niran…w-what-“

“Come now darling, when have I ever only given you one orgasm? Even when you’re a brat, my perfect angel deserves pleasure doesn’t she?”

His tone is sickly sweet as you moan at the overstimulation, your hips not being able to decide if they want to move away or grind into the vibrations. While his words are true, he usually allows you a break between them. Now all you can do is moan pathetically and squirm as the pleasure keeps coming. The ropes dig into your skin like a caress, reminding you constantly of your position right now. Niran’s metal hand glides up to your neck, the cold sensation making you shiver. He gently strokes the sides, tracing patterns as you whine.

“Such sweet skin, the desire to mark you is strong but…I wouldn’t want to ruin what is already perfection.”

His compliments and honey-like tone were making it harder to control your body and your noises, at this point he could offer to slap you and you’d beg for it. You try to ask for him to mark you, the words disjointed and messy, but he understands you all the same.

“If you insist, precious.” He states before leaning down and kissing your neck. He presses sloppy kisses along the side before starting to suck the skin, biting down and leaving a mark. “There…now everyone will know the pleasure I give you.”

You can’t help but thank him, everything feeling fuzzy as wave after wave of pleasure buzzes straight against your clit. He chuckles gently at how polite you are when you are in this headspace, as he gently caresses the mark he just left with his thumb. Grinding on it, the pleasure builds and builds as your thighs shake.

“Are you going to cum again?” he asks, watching you intensely. When you nod, he returns the gesture. “Cum for me sweetheart, so lovely.”

With that, you climax for the second time, the intense pleasure almost knocking you out. Luckily, Niran turns the vibrator off, sparing you more overstimulation. Your chest heaves as your body comes down slowly, your lover’s hand gently stroking your hair.

“Good girl, you did so well darling, so so well.” He praises, his other hand stroking your cheek. “Let’s get you out of those bindings, shall we?”

Letting him kneel down, he begins to slowly undo your restraints. They fall to the ground, before he picks you up bridal style. You can’t help but gasp softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bedroom.

“Was it all okay love? I wasn’t too harsh, was I?” he murmurs softly, placing you down comfortably on your pillows. You giggle softly; knowing that despite you being ‘punished’, he still had you cumming twice in a row. Reassuring him you were okay, a devilish smirk graces his features before he climbs on top of you. “Good…because I think you can take one more, can’t you?”

You nod eagerly, insatiable for his attention even despite your previous intense pleasure. He reaches down between your legs before you shake your head, reaching to pull at his belt. Chuckling, he gets the hint and takes his belt off for you.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re too good to me. You want me to take you properly?” he asks, as you watch him strip himself of his clothes. No matter how many times he undresses in front of you, his physique takes your breath away. He truly looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods, and when he’s fully bare for your gaze, your eyes can’t help but drop down to his excitement. Just like every other part of him, he was pretty, gorgeous even, but big.

He grabs a pillow and pushes it underneath your hips, before spreading your legs open. He tuts for a moment and rids you of your shirt and bra impatiently, clearly wanting you both exposed. Gently, he strokes your clit before sinking a finger inside you, eliciting an impatient noise to rip from your throat.

“Hush darling, I need to prep you. You know this.” He says, a little sternly as he sinks a second finger inside, pumping slowly and methodically. Regardless of his tone, you’re on cloud nine now he’s actually touching you properly. Gripping his arms, feeling the strong muscles under your fingertips, you lay there and let Niran stretch you for him. While you love the sensation of his cold metal digits inside you, you’re glad he’s used his left hand. Your lover shares that sentiment, happy to be able to feel your cunt squeeze his fingers as he curls them inside you.

Once he deems you ready, he shifts to properly slot himself between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You’re so desperate it hurts, but you do your best to be still and good for him as he rubs your clit with his tip.

“So gorgeous, and all for me.” He says, almost dreamily, before he slowly sinks inside of you. No matter how much he preps you, or how often you two sleep together, nothing ever prepares you for the delicious sting of him inside of you, filling you completely. Eyelids fluttering closed, you relax against the bed as he bottoms out inside of you with a soft moan, falling forward a little to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You give him a nod, signalling he can move before he starts to slowly, savouring the warm feeling.

He feels himself twitch inside you when you moan gently, if he could bottle your little whines and gasps he swears he’d get drunk on them every single night. He moves rhythmically, rolling his hips into yours with conviction. Feeling your nails slightly dig into the skin of his bicep makes him groan quietly, his hands reaching to your waist to hold you still. Your legs move to wrap around his frame, pulling him impossibly deeper inside. Pressing his forehead against yours, you both savour the closeness of the experience, before both of you get a little impatient.

Niran pulls back a little, before holding your thighs and pushing them towards you, holding you in a mating press. You swear you see stars at how deep it feels like he’s reaching inside of you as he starts to really rail you into the plush mattress. Thank god for the extra training you’ve been doing since becoming an overwatch agent, gaining you the flexibility to allow your boyfriend to fold you over yourself as he pumps himself deeper and deeper. Your eyes almost glaze over as he thrusts against that spot inside you that causes your breath to catch.

“So pretty…my gorgeous girl…” he pants out, slamming into you. When you’d first taken that next step in your relationship, he was so extraordinarily gentle and slow. Despite telling him that you could take it, that you wanted him to practically use you, he always seemed reluctant to. He never wanted to cause you any type of discomfort of pain, and he certainly didn’t want you to think he was using you for his own pleasure, and not yours. Maybe it was how bratty you’d been, how well you’d responded to his ‘punishment’ or just how pent up he’d been having to watch you cum all over a vibrator, but he was giving it to you good. His hips slam into yours repeatedly, his grip on your thighs tight as he holds them against your chest. You can’t move, can’t breathe, all you can hope to do is moan loudly and let him ravage you.

All the while, he doesn’t stop uttering praises in your ear. He always succeeds in making you feel like the most desirable girl in the world when he has you like this, the prose that slips from his lips so seductive and charming. Mumbling into the crook of your neck, sweet words of how much he adores you, how much your body excites him. You’re completely enveloped, by his sugary compliments and his large frame completely swallowing yours as he moves. Nowhere to move to, nowhere to go. Just laying there as his cock drags in and out of your gushing cunt, your toes curling.

You clench involuntarily around him as he brings your hand down to rub circles on your clit. The position makes it a little awkward, but you’re so turned on that you’re close to making a mess all over him. Moaning in your ear, he kisses your shoulder before moaning himself.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t think i…เชี่ยเอ้ย…can hold out much longer…need you to cum my love.” He rasps out, his pace never slowing as he pounds into you. All you can do is nod in response, your eyes rolling back as you get closer and closer. After a few more punishing thrusts, you cum hard around him, soaking his cock as you let out a strangled moan.

In that instant, Niran is sure that seeing the ivory gates of heaven would not be as strikingly beautiful as observing you trembling in pleasure beneath his body. He doesn’t think he can stop his hips moving even if he wanted to, and he certainly doesn’t want to stop chasing the pleasure you’re giving him. A small voice in his head reprimands him for using you like this, as you twitch and whimper from overstimulation, but his orgasm builds so rapidly he barely has time to process. He grips your thighs tightly as he feels himself spill inside of you, cumming with a breathy whimper.

You’re barely conscious at this point as he pulls out slowly, watching his cum seep out of you. If you were lucid enough, you’d have silently thanked Dr Ziegler for offering birth control injections to all the overwatch agents. Niran pulls you to his side as he collapses next to you, stroking up and down your back gently.

“My love, was that good?” he coos at you, as he gently tilts your chin up. You nod happily, a smile gracing your features as his gaze travels to his thighs. A worried expression paints itself on his face. “Oh I left bruises…I’m sorry petal.”

You look down to see he had indeed left imprints in your thighs when he’d held you tightly in position. “Niran it’s okay, I liked it.”

“I know you liked it, but I shouldn’t have held you that hard…”

You shake your head quickly. “No Niran… I liked you leaving marks. I like feeling like I’m yours.”

He blinks at you, before replying. “You did?”

When you nod, he can’t help but laugh a little. “Oh beautiful, you’re too good for me, too good.”

“No Niran, you’re perfect for me.” You reassure him, cuddling into his chest and causing his breath to catch at your praise. His cheeks warm as he holds you close, both of your breathing patterns evening out. He's perfect for you, that's all he could hear playing over and over in his mind. It’s a blissful couple of minutes before Niran suddenly speaks. “Didn’t we both say we’d train with the others today..”

You let out a pitiful whine and cuddle closer, causing him to smirk a little. “Alright sweetheart, I’ll make up some excuse.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuvia Weekly: Things the M6 don't do anymore

~ my little creative drabble for the prompt "How Things Changed" (pre- vs post- plague) over on @vesuviaweekly! Hope you guys like this little hurt/comfort/fluffy train of thought :3 ~

Julian doesn't shout in his sleep anymore. He still gets nightmares, still tosses and turns and mumbles and wakes up with a start in a cold sweat - but his troubled murmurs don't turn into the terrified cries that they used to. He's still working on eating better and sleeping longer and it's taking time. But from the moment you first lay down next to him for the night, some part of his brain understood that the warm, safe weight of you meant he didn't need to scream to be heard anymore - or helped.

Asra rarely makes tea anymore. They still love to drink it - multiple times a day, if they can - but now you're the one who makes it. He never got over his childhood wariness of tea kettles in general after the mishap that involved his magic appearing. While you were recovering, it was one of many duties they happily shouldered to take care of you. Now that you're equal partners again, it's one of the many small ways he's begun letting you take care of him in turn. Besides, yours tastes better.

Nadia doesn't run away to her tower anymore. She still visits it frequently, to think, or nap, or clear her head, or give her introverted nature a break from the constant social pressures of being Countess. But she doesn't run away to it, to sit in the circular chamber and pretend (or hope) that the rest of the world had simply ... ceased to exist. She doesn't like the thought of losing a world that has you in it. Now, her visits range from serene to tumultuous, but they all carry hope and purpose within them.

Muriel doesn't forget to tend the fire anymore. It used to be an easy thing to go without. After Asra moved out, after his tormentor went up in flames, it was easy to watch the light in his hearth slowly dwindle and die. It was peaceful to sit in the dark quiet of a stone hut and slip into another long, deep, chilly sleep. But now you're here. And you deserve to be warm. You're worthy of a space filled with golden light and soft furs and beautiful tapestries and good food and warmth. And maybe ... he is too.

Portia has stopped hiding in the library. Don't get her wrong, she still sneaks into it all the time. (Seriously, what else was she going to do when she was handed one of the only two sets of keys???) The library was her space, with stories only she had read, where the skills she grew for herself hid among the bookshelves. Her achievements are much, much bigger now. They look back at her in your eyes, in Pepi's little voice, in a flourishing Vesuvia. She doesn't hide in the library anymore. She emerges from it.

Lucio refuses to eat breakfast by himself, ever again. As a soldier, it was a hurried affair around campfires - nothing like the fun of raucous dinners the night before - and as a Count, it was brought to him in his chambers. He'd sit and eat the pile of sugary goods and eye the mess of last night's debauchery and try not to feel cold and small and alone. After three years of hell, he's not alone anymore. Breakfast is campfire food, or inn amenities, and missing most of the sugar he loves - but it's portioned for two.

[mxeve0]

How I Think OW Boys Would Be In Bed

Includes - Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat, Lucio, Lifeweaver

Warnings - 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, choking, spanking, degrading, hair pulling, bondage, body worship

Genji

☆He is a boob guy. Period. This man will do anything and everything to see/touch them.

☆This man is SOFT. He'd never be too harsh unless you asked for it, and even then he'd still be gentle.

☆Trying to explain kinks to him was painful. Poor guy couldn't understand why you'd WANT to be choked.

☆He would definitely talk you through it, and throw in praises here and there, especially during your first couple of times.

☆Speaking of, during your first time he let you take the reins; he didn't want to accidentally push your boundaries.

☆Favours any position where he can see your face.

☆Is usually quite quiet, but some groans and small whines slip when he's close.

☆It took him a while to get comfortable with asking you to do things and he still prioritises your pleasure over his. He also rarely ever asks you to be intimate, he'd rather let you initiate it.

☆Aftercare GOD. This man is waiting in your hand and foot, ready to get you anything and everything to make you feel more comfortable.

Hanzo

⛧Ass guy, all the way. He will gladly use it as a pillow any time he can, and his hand is on it in some way, shape, or form 24/7.

⛧He's inexperienced to say the least. He never really bothered with anything sexual growing up, so his first few times were sloppy until he found his rhythm... literally and mentally.

⛧Now he spends time figuring out his kinks, though he's too scared about being too rough with you in case he hurts you.

⛧Doesn't like to talk much during it; he just doesn't know what to say without being weird. Might occasionally throw in some praise/degradation depending on what you're into.

⛧The one thing he doesn't feel bad about is leaving marks on your ass from slapping it. He actually finds it quite attractive but he'd never admit that.

⛧Actually has a pretty high sex drive, but he ignores it until you initiate it as he doesn't want to seem desperate.

⛧He prefers being slow and gentle with you over being rough because he knows he won't accidentally hurt you or go too far. Also prefers you to take charge for the same reasons.

���Basic bitch, his favourite position is missionary; he loves holding your hand above your head. But he doesn't mind doggy-style, after all your ass is facing him.

⛧Doesn't like having a safe word because he doesn't think he'd ever take you to the point of using it, but he understands why you have it.

⛧Never quite understands how aftercare works but will always get whatever you ask of him.

Cassidy

◇This man loves everything. He simply cannot pick a favourite. He changes it every time you ask him.

◇Now he KNOWS what he's doing. He knows exactly what turns you on and how to do it You could even be on the other side of the room and he could just look at you in a certain way and you'd be wet.

◇This man wants you all the time. All hours of the night and day, he doesn't even care where. Honestly sometimes he doesn't even want to have sex, he just wants his dick inside you. If he had no shame he'd just fuck you in the middle of a street, and the more he thinks about that, the more it turns him on.

◇Rough af. But he knows you can handle it and he knows your limits. He's subconsciously cocky because he knows he's good, especially when he's topping.

◇He doesn't even mind being a bottom, though he prefers being on top, but his hands are glued to your hips when he is.

◇When he is topping, he prefers missionary. He loves seeing the mascara running down your face with his hand wrapped around your neck.

◇Even though he's rough, he knows your limits. It would kill him if he ever hurt you for the sake of his own pleasure.

◇He can kinda be a dick sometimes; loves to tease you, maybe a little too much, and then degrading you when you start to beg.

◇Just because he's rough doesn't mean he's bad at aftercare. He loves running you a warm bath and carrying you bridal-style to it, and giving you massages whilst you sit in the water.

Soldier

♡Thighs. Chicken thighs and yours; a true American. His hand is resting on them constantly.

♡This guy does not know his kinks, nor does he want to know them. You'd have to BEG for him to even think about trying anything out and even then it would be minimal. He knows how to have sex and that's enough for him.

♡You'd think he wouldn't know any other positions, but sometimes he whips out the mating press and reminds you that he's not THAT old.

♡Has a pretty low sex drive but will do it anyways if that's what you want. But he would rather be caught dead than be a bottom, and that he stands by.

♡He's never really rough enough for you to need proper aftercare, but he'll still provide you with whatever you ask for.

Reaper

ꕥLoves your neck. More than anything. He loves that he could place hickeys there that you could cover up, only for the pair of you to know about, or for you to show to the world, to display his ownership over you.

ꕥDuring your first time he realised he'd have to teach you quite a bit. Watching you put the things he taught you into action turns him on more than he could've guessed.

ꕥHe was gentle at first, whilst you were both discovering your kinks and boundaries, but he quickly dropped that facade as you became more comfortable with each other. He quickly made it clear that he liked watching you squirm beneath him, begging him for something, anything.

ꕥLOVES doggy-style, with one hand on your hip and the other pulling your hair. Has to have a mirror in front of you though so he can see your face.

ꕥHates being a bottom, the only way it would happen would be if you were 69-ing.

ꕥLoves eating you out and leaving claw marks from his gloves on your inner thighs.

ꕥMakes you pleasure him sometimes before he even touches you in a sensual way. He just has a power kink that's all.

ꕥLikes to push boundaries, but he's also afraid of hurting you, so he asks how far he can go beforehand.

ꕥAdores seeing you tied up, unable to move. Sometimes he'll tie you up before he leaves for somewhere so you can be a present for him to come back to. And sometimes he'll leave you there when he's done with you.

ꕥIt's a 50/50 on whether or not he'll give you proper aftercare. If he's been quite aggressive then he'll probably run you a bath and bring you food, but otherwise it's up to you.

Junkrat

☄Loves EVERYTHING. Whatever this goober can get his hands on. And he LOVES giving you kisses everywhere just to show how much he loves your entire body.

☄He isn't even kinky, he's just horny beyond belief. Although he has no idea what he's doing, but he's doing his best nonetheless. But he would literally have sex with you anywhere anytime.

☄Bottom. Obviously. Likes to be a brat about it and test your patience though. Acts like he hates when you tease him but it turns him on even more, especially if you belittle him for being 'such a good sub'.

☄When he is topping he has no sense of rhythm or speed and you're usually guiding him anyway. Mainly only tops when you don't particularly feel like doing anything or when you're on your 100th round because this guy has NO stamina limit.

☄Loves biting you (with consent ofc) and leaving marks everywhere, especially hickies for other people to see.

☄Whiney. This guy is the whiniest man you'll ever meet. And he doesn't shut up either. Not in a 'talking you through it way' but more of her won't shut up about how good it feels and how lucky he is.

☄LOVES to eat you out. Begs everyday for you to let him so he can feel you squirm under his mouth.

☄Always tires you out afterwards so he tries to look after you...to the best of his abilities. It's the effort that counts right.

Lucio

♬BOOBIES. Loves 'em. He could look at them for hours, he just thinks they compliment your figure so well. Loves buying you low cut things to show them off and refuses to accept any negativity about them.

♬Refuses any negativity about your body in general tbh. He genuinely thinks you're the most beautiful person on this planet and gets upset when you don't agree.

♬Loves taking it slow with you, and praising you for how well your doing.

♬Favours doggy style because he loves placing kisses all over your body, but he also likes lotus position because he likes to sandwich his face between your tits.

♬Secretly loves being restrained and teased himself but wouldn't tell you at first because he thought it was embarrassing.

♬Not super vocal but when he does make noises it's usually little whines or moans, especially when he's close.

♬Loves aftercare. Honestly sometimes he'll have sex with you just to have a reason to look after you extra well afterwards, not that he needs a reason.

Lifeweaver

❀Thigh guy most definitely. Loves squeezing them and honestly the thicker the better.

❀Prefers eating you out over ANYTHING. Just prefers giving you pleasure in general. He'll put off giving into his own desires for so long to please you that he forgets about them.

❀Hates asking for blowjobs or anything that's one sided; he thinks it's unfair and rude to even ask you if it.

❀Adores the rest of your body as well as the thighs and will not shut up about how perfect you are, every. damn. time.

❀Loves doing it in cowgirl position but he hates the fact that you have to put in the effort, so usually he holds you still whilst he does all the work. Likes it because he can see your entire body up close.

❀Has a high sex drive but again puts it off if it's obvious you're not in the mood. Though sometimes he'll try and get you in the mood, which usually works.

❀Not a super kinky guy, but he doesn't mind some spanking and hair pulling every now and then. However he does always feel a little bad afterwards. He also likes using his metal hand to tease you with the coldness of it.

❀Loves giving you aftercare and uses his bio-light if you're feeling drained. Gives you kisses everywhere and fills a bath with rose petals and candles.

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a/n: omg I love them so much eeee

[motherofqups]

Weights & Measures, Chapter 26

Every Time I Reach For You, You Slip Through My Fingers

[haruhar-u]

Haru’s winter 2023 event (open)

Fandoms I will write for: Twst and The Arcana (minus Lucio for personal reasons)

Once a prompt has been requested I will cross it out

please specify romantic or platonic and wether reader is saying the prompt or character (or if you want me to choose)

It's cold in here! Can you warm me up please?"

"Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm."

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.”

“You started this snowball fight, and now I have to finish it.”

“Is that my scarf?"

“Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

"If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you.”

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.”

“I can’t believe I got sick.”

“I hate the cold so much.”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

"How are you not cold?!”

"Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

"Oh, you’re so warm, don’t ever let go of me.”

"You can’t go outside in this weather.”

“I’m freezing my ass off.”

"Your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?"

"You have snowflakes in your hair."

"I know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!"

"It’s so cold, but you’re so warm."

"You know, I’ve never seen snow before."

"But seriously, do you want to build a snowman?"

"There’s space for you by the fire, come sit."

"Winter is coming / winter is here."

"Are you warm enough?"

"Did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon?"

"I’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like I’m doing?"

"I like it out here. It’s peaceful."

"You’re like my own personal space heater."

"If you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand."

"If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault."

"Behold! The perfect snowball."

"Let’s just stay in and watch the snow."

"I’m cold, can we cuddle?"

"Holy shit, your hands are freezing!"

"There. Now your snow angel has a friend."

"What should we name our snowman?"

"Being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare."

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard."

"Come here, let me warm you up."

"Either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets."

"Winter is for hibernating. I’m going back to sleep."

prompts from

Tagging people on all tag lists: @xen-blank @rosehxnt @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @whspermy-name @cheezy-moon

[bakuliwrites]

MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

[iridescent-solstice]

Yandere Asra Alnazar x reader based on an idea me and @stickystickyduck came up with 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️

Setting it back down on the table Asra sighs dreamily to himself. Mauve coloured eyes fixate on the crystal ball held safely within his arms. A soft glow reflecting in them as said eyes blink away tears that he refuses to shed tonight. No, this is a joyous moment; he reiterates to himself. Even if you wouldn't quite agree with his methods.

Despite that fact, he still feels bad for what he’s done . . . He didn't want to do this. Really, he didn't. Never was he one for being so straightforward, but you pushed his hand too far this time . . . So stubborn, you wouldn't listen to his pleas, not even his demands for your safety and then you left. Dashed away with nothing more than a mere note that said not to follow you . . . You left him. He couldn't just let you go like that . . .

Ran away. Far away to a place you thought he wouldn't be able to follow you to . . . Unfortunate for you though, there's no place left on Earth nor the arcana realm that he wouldn't follow after you to. Now, with an arm loosely holding the ball close, he hums to himself as he softly strokes the side of it that's closer to his face. The lilac fog that fills the orb parts without struggle at his command and reveals the apple of his eye. The one that filled his heart with delight and gave him purpose. You. He's admiring you . . . Holding it as gently as possible. Almost handling the crystal as if at any moment it could shatter from just the breeze of a wind. No . . . not the ball, but rather what's inside it has captured his attention.

A tenacious grip on his mind that not even the count's request for his presence could order him out of. The court's magician? Please, Asra has better things to do with his time. Better people to spend such precious moments with . . . You. You're what he wants to spend his time with. But unfortunately, that sentiment wasn't shared like he wanted it to be.

But that is preciously why he's so cautious when handling the glowing orb that lays within his arms. Cradled to his chest and swaddled in his magenta coloured and gold-tasselled shawl. If you look close enough, the magic swirling inside the translucent crystal ball isn't enough to hide the figure laid crawled up inside it. Shivering from the cold inside, you tuck your hands under you neck trying to gather warmth in your sleep. He might not be able to warm you back up but atleast here . . . you're safe. Safe from the plague. Safe from Lucio. Safe from everyone trying to force you away from him.

His eyes are glued to you. Worried that if he looks away for even a moment that you'd wake up and try to escape. The other courtiers might not respond as well to your meddling as he has. Though he's sure that the veins of violet fire that binds your limbs will be enough for now to subdue you inside. Like a delicate sculpture that must be preserved, Asra admires it silently. Waiting for you to wake up and grace him with your presence. Narrowed eyes watch as the crystal’s surface refracts light, casting ethereal hues upon the person inside. I sure hope you like surprises . . .

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @princessantisocial]

I fear this drabble is a little half-baked and has a long way to go, but it's just an introduction into this one au i'm planning. Been doing a lot of stuff lately so my brain is more than just a little tired and frazzled 😅 That being said though I hope this isn't too bad. I do plan on coming back to this when i'm feeling a little more up to it. As always thank you for reading tha blog, I hope this was up to par with my usual shennanigans haha 🙆🏻‍♀️

[thefishermansharbor]

The main 6 as parents!

The arcana x GN!Reader (TW: Mentions of pregnancy, reader is GN but hinted at being pregnant in Asra's chapter, light cursing.)

Asra Alnazar:

Again, someone who prefers adoption. A lot like Muriel, his past trauma of being an orphan on their own in  aplace as dangerous as the Vesuvian docks made him want to be an open and safe place for children. 

If you do get pregnant though, he turns to his mother. She’s experienced it - she might know what to do to in order for him to make it easier for you. He’ll research spells to lessen pain and morning sickness, and stuff like that. 

He would love to give them a name dedicated to your love - for example, a combination of your names, or he might name them after some place special to the two of you. 

Asra is a pretty chill parent. He’s not too bothered about what they do, as long as it’s safe and makes them happy. If they do get in trouble, he’ll use non-violent and pretty lenient punishments. Ex : Taking a toy away for a few hours, making them sit in time-out, etc. 

He wants his kids to be free - spirited and do what makes them happy. Even if this makes his kids go for what might not be the safest option, he just wants them to feel empowered.

As a new parent, one can’t help but feel scrambled. Asra is no exception. Dealing with a newborn baby is not for the worried - or faint of heart. It’s especially not for those who don’t do well with little sleep. 

This is what led him to his parents. He knocked on their door, hoping they’d come quickly. He didn’t know how much longer of his son’s screaming he could take. His mother opened the door, surprised. 

“ .. who could it be at this hour.. Asra?” Aisha rubbed at her eyes, trying to rub the sleep away. “ .. what are you doing here, baby? Come in,” 

He sighed, “ Sorry to bother you, mom.” She ushered him inside, “ It’s alright, hunny.” It took her a minute to register everything, she noticed the baby only once he’d gotten inside. 

“ .. How’s ___? Are they keeping alright? How’s–” The realization hit her like a truck. “ oh my god! Did they go into– is that..?” He nods, and she bursts into tears. 

“ Oh, Asra! You’re a father, you’re.. I’M a grandma! Before he could blink, Aisha wipes her tears. “ What’s it’s name?” 

“ His name is Jordan, mom. He’s– a week old,” 

“ why didn’t you tell me sooner, Asra?” She sighed.

“ I’ve been meaning to but things had come up and – well, I need your help.” Asra scratched the back of his neck. 

“ Of course! What is it?” 

“ .. how do you make a baby stop crying? I’ve tried everything.”

She laughs. “ give him to me.” 

Asra hands her the baby, and as if it’s magic – Jordan stops crying full stop. He actually goes to sleep in Aisha’s arms. 

“ H-how’d you do that?” Asra’s face with a mix of impression and surprise. 

“ .. Grandma magic, hunny.” She winked, 

Lucio Morgasson:

He has it rooted in his mind that children have to be biological to be the perfect ‘heir’ to Vesuvia. He’d push for it to be that way – but if you really wanted to adopt, he’d be just as an enthusiastic parent no matter what. 

Lucio wants a larger family but to be honest, he wouldn’t be able to handle more than one kid. 

If you adopt, he’s fine with adopting any age. If you get pregnant, he’d only give the best for you. He always has the finest made for you, but even more so. Although he, personally, isn’t much help - the castle staff are on higher guard and listen to you much more. 

He’s totally a girl dad. His daughter wants him to wear a tutu and tiara? Goddamnit, he’s wearing one. 

He’s a fun parent but he does what he wants - and his kids follow that. He doesn’t feel the need to be patient, or act in benefit of his kids. He’s really chaotic, and doesn’t recognize that he should be nurturing his kids, not partying with them. 

“ Daddy! Daddy!” Lily shouts, grabbing his pant leg. He looks down, and smiles. “ There she is! What is it, silly-lily?” He tickles her face, and she giggles. 

“ Auntie Nadi taught me how to paint my nails!” She confidently shows off some poorly done pink nail polish. He does a mock gasp and claps, “ they look amazing! Anyways, you were saying..” 

“ Can I paint your nails, daddy? Pretty please?” She gives him those puppy dog eyes he can never say no to. He wasn’t too bothered about going to the event on Vesuvian finances, spending time with his daughter sounded a lot more fun. 

“ Sure.” 

That’s was all he needed to say. She flipped open a bag, and took several colors out. “ Which one do you want, daddy?” He surveys them, and chooses a deep blood red. 

She paints carefully.. But a 6 year old can only paint so well. It’s messy, but she tried her best. Even though it’s messy, Lucio seems pretty happy with it. Valerius passes by, and notices it. 

“ My count.. What are you doing?”

“ Getting my nails painted, obviously.”

Valerius rubbed his temples, “ My count, you cannot be serious. No one will take you seriously with that mess on your hands..” 

Lucio furrows his brow. “ How dare you suggest that this is anything other than pure artwork!? I look absolutely FABULOUS. You are just too incompetent to recognize this pure beauty!” He winks at his daughter, who’s staring at him in awe. Valerius walks off, too tired to deal with Lucio. 

Julian Devorak:

He personally would like to have biological kids. There’s really no reason for it, he just wants it and knows, being a doctor, that he can handle a pregnant partner well. He’d also want to have multiple kids, because his relationship with Portia is really good and he’d want his kids to have that experience too. 

If you prefer to adopt, he would try and convince you to have biological children, but if you really didn’t, he wouldn’t keep pushing it. 

He’d want to name one after Portia. She was what kept him alive at one point, and he knows that she’s special and deserves it - so as long as you’re fine with it, he wants that to happen. 

He would be the authority parent. Definitely the “ just wait until your father gets home,” and he’s fine with that. He’s a very tactile parent otherwise, and is very sweet with his children. 

Once they get to be older, he does try and embarrass them a bit. But it’s all in good fun and he doesn’t mean to really offend them. 

He sighs, happy the long day of work is over for him. He jingles his keys in the door and walks through the entryway of your shared home. “ I’m home!” He shouts. 

Two little kids come instantly running in from the living room. A little girl with bouncy brown curls hugs his leg, and a slightly older boy runs right up in front of him. 

“ papa! You’re back!” The girl says, the boy nods. “ You’ll never guess what we did today!” 

“ oh, really?” He says, taking his coat off. You walk through afterwards, sighing and smiling at the two of them. 

“ Pasha, Ivan! Let your father get in the door.”

“ but ___! He’s been gone for agesss…” Ivan complains, “ yeah! And we have so much to tell him!” Pasha chimes in. Julian ruffles Ivan’s hair, and then tickles Pasha’s chin. “ It’s alright, dear. I love the attention,” You roll your eyes, leaning on the doorway. He walks over and kisses you on the cheek, before his hands travel to your back and he kisses you on the lips. 

Your daughter looks away in horror, and your son boos. “ Ew, you guys! Stop, that’s nasty!” 

Julian chuckles and steps back, you put your head on his shoulder. 

“ – well, tell me about your day then, kids.” 

He ushers them both into the next room, and you can’t help but smile and get that warm and safe feeling in your heart. You love them.