#tbh im still thrilled w lucios it just brings me joy lmfao

[steponmepinkjun]

This idea is lowkey fucking BRILLIANT. Piggybacking off of this HC of the LIs running a fanblog about MC…. 

The Arcana babes find out their beloved in-game LI (MC of course) is based on a real person…but make it EXTRA spicey 🔥😳🙊

Warnings: This takes place in a universe where the LIs are horny for you, and where you produce Horny Content. If that’s not something you’re comfortable with, this won’t be your cup of Joe 👌 Descriptions of sex acts and body parts and all that horny jazz.

This is fun, super self-indulgent tomfoolery, so suspend your disbelief folks lol. I banged this out super quick and you can totally tell Daddy Luci was the most fun to write 😂 Enjoy, kittycats

Asra ~

Once he finds out the devs based your character on a real person… that you’re REAL… it takes about ten seconds for him to become your biggest fan both on and off social media

Did. Did you just say. You have. An OnlyFans. Holy FU—

From 0 to Boner in under sixty seconds

Your naughty ASMR work is his favorite, it makes him absolutely melt from how hot it is to finally have a sultry voice to match the face he’s come to love so much

Whether you’re role-playing a romantic partner experience, or purring into the mic about all the nasty ways you want to push his body to its limits, his hand is on his cock and it’s aching for you and you alone

Not saying he eventually finds he can’t cum unless he hears your voice in his ears, but uh…

He’s out at a coffee shop in LA one day when he nearly trips over his own boots. There’s no way in hell that’s really who he thinks it is walking towards the entrance

He almost doesn’t think, he just acts. He quickly tells the batista he’s going to pay for whatever you order, and to add your favorite pastry, as well (you mentioned how much you love apple turnovers once online and he never forgot)

He struggles to seem cool and collected as you approach the counter, and when the batista points over your shoulder at him, you turn and greet him with the most gorgeous grin he’s ever seen—

He’s not expecting to get so much as a hello, let alone a date, but here he is, laying underneath you in your hotel bed, completely at your mercy. This time, your voice in his ear is accompanied by the wet, hot slide of your tongue when you order him to cum for you

Nadia ~

She stumbles upon the interview by accident. She’s scrolling through her timeline in between clients at her law firm, and sees a video snippet that seems out of place on her feed. Why is it tagged as The Arcana?

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

She can’t help but mentally tip her hat at the games illustrators. They almost managed to capture your beauty.

Her eyes widen when you casually mention what a shame it is that the game has no true 18+ scenes, seeing as there are so many nude portraits you’ve posed for that would have been wonderful references…

Even though she’s alone in her corner office, she glances surreptitiously around before somewhat bashfully opening her search engine

When she finds your OnlyFans page, she has to scoff. You could be charging ten times this rate. In fact… Perhaps she might suggest such a thing.

She’s shocked when you actually reply to her message. You’re flattered, you state, but creating erotic art is what drives you, not a dollar sign. But perhaps you’d care to discuss it in person sometime? The merits of art, that is.

She immediately rings her assistant to cancel her engagements this week. Discuss art, indeed.

Julian ~

All two of his braincells promptly vacate the premises when he learns you’re not just a painfully tantalizing work of fiction, but a living, breathing, gorgeous—

Is that a fucking leather harness you’re wearing

He’s never been so close to cumming just from a glance at a single image

His tastes aren’t too outlandish, not for the kind of company he usually keeps. But still, he is absolutely not prepared to see you with riding crop in hand, posing in front of an impressive display of floggers, paddles, rope, canes, collars, plugs, dildos…

He subscribes to all your services. Premium chats, daily photos, the occasional video snippet that he wishes like hell he could lick you clean after

He’s not at all shy about leaving very, very detailed feedback on all your content. Such an vixen deserves to be worshipped with praise

When a chat window pops up one night after your live stream, he falls out of his chair when he sees who it’s from. You really messaging him?

You mention how much you appreciated his response to your toy collection tour video, noting not many of your viewers have expressed such adventurous taste—some of your toys have scared off even devoted subs. Would he perhaps be interested in grabbing a drink sometime?

Julian Brain Cell Counter: 0 of 0 active

Muriel ~

He almost considers quitting the game cold turkey when he finds out

The knowledge that you’re REAL, you’re out there somewhere, wonderful and everything he wants and he can’t have you

It’s just too much. His poor heart can’t take it

He shoots off a quick message to his followers, bidding them farewell. This has all gone too far, he says, and he can’t keep breaking his own heart over someone who doesn’t even know he exists

The first comment reads, “Have you seen their onlyfans tho????”

Let’s be real, Muri has to Google what that even is

And he is… stunned. To say the least.

You do… This? You have one of these? Does that mean you're—

Nope, he’s not going there. He can’t. He won’t and he can’t. But more importantly he won’t.

His resolve is optimistic at best. No fewer than three days later he’s sitting at the computer, credit card in hand

He’s taken aback by your photos. They’re all taken from the point of view of what could be a lover

Sweet candids of you smiling over your shoulder clad only in an open-back apron as you stir a pot on the stove. An image of sun spilling over your bare back as you lay naked utop an unmade bed. Your hands gently towelling yourself off as you step out of a steaming shower.

It’s hard for him to feel guilty when there’s such intimacy to these photos. It’s like he’s there with you, like he’s the one with camera in hand documenting the evidence of your lovemaking

It dominates his thoughts for days, preoccupying his hands and his mind as he dutifully tends to the rows of plants in the nursery he works at. Conversation floats around him unnoticed until—

A customer is asking his coworker what the best way to care for their succulents is, and where they might find soil for their cacti collection

“I can show you,” he blurts out. And that face. That face that colors his dreams. That face is here, really here, right in front of him. Smiling at him the way he’s been dreaming they would

Portia ~

Let’s be real. She stumbled upon your thirst-trap-snaps looong before she made the connection to who you are

But once she does?

Well damn those hit a lil bit different now

Your cheeky little dances are one thing, but she certainly never thought she’d get to see this, uh, behind the scenes footage

She can’t help feeling a little bit naughty when you gaze into the camera as you playfully move onscreen, like you’re looking directly at her

But she has to admit… She kind of likes feeling like you’re teasing her

There’s a lightness, a playfulness, in all the provocative content you create. It’s clear you’re having fun, whether you’re experimenting with some new makeup in nothing but a silk robe, or laughing at how long it’s taking you to learn this new trendy tiktok dance (the way your body moves and shakes makes her weak)

Your silly videos are interspersed with informative, lighthearted toy reviews. Not that you really need to explain what you like about certain ones, your body more than explains what’s so good about them

You upload a cheeky snippet of you flashing the camera from a secluded corner of a small cafe—Portia gasps and hurriedly comments, “Omg that’s The Bean on Main! I love that place! Their Columbian roast is divine (and so is the view, Lovey 👀♥️”

Only a minute later, an incoming message lights up her screen. She gasps, shrieks, and throws her phone across the bed. “PEPI, IT’S THEM, WHAT DO I DO, OH MY GOD—”

She eventually musters the courage to open the message. “You and I must be neighbors!” it reads. “Maybe we’ll see each other at The Bean sometime. This weekend, perhaps?”

Her resulting shriek of excitement sends Pepi zooming out the door and almost wakes the neighbors.

Lucio ~

He’s not shocked when he discovers your character in-game is not a work of fiction, but based on a real life flesh-and-blood being

Even the most talented creator couldn’t conjure your kind of perfection from out of nowhere

He watches all your interview snippets with the game creators, entirely bewitched by the little mannerisms the game couldn’t capture

And, of course, by your face and body. You’re the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen and he’s not ashamed to say it

He’s also not ashamed to stroke his cock while he watches you discuss topics he considers utterly boring, like game development or how you found yourself modelling for the game. He has an active imagination and it’s not hard to picture those lips of yours devoted to an altogether different kind of task

You mention dabbling in some saucy extracurricular work only in passing, but by the Gods he takes to Google with a quickness

When he finds your profile, he lets out a low wolf-whistle just reading what kind of content you sell. “Fucking hell, baby,” he smiles to himself. “You know exactly what Daddy likes.”

He has an OnlyFans of his own, and briefly wonders if you might consider, uh, collaborating on some work together

But then he scrolls through an itemized list of your interests, and several words flash in his brain like comically huge neon signs

PRIMAL PLAY

He’s shooting off a message before he has time to think

(He, of course, won’t notice the errors in spelling or punctuation)

“Hey gorjus 👀🤩🥵💥💣 wyd all alone in ur vids? Need a helpnh 🖐️??? 😉🔥😈👅🍑 Lemme kno babe, im always down 2 get n tuch w my primal side 💪☠️ oh, && Daddys packin lik i kno uv never seen 💯😎🍆🚨💪💪💦💦💦”

At first you’re not sure if it’s infuriatingly stupid, or somehow charming… But you decide to find out for yourself.

Lucio is, obviously, not surprised when your reply in the affirmative hits his inbox. I mean, he’s Lucio fucking Morgasson