#the arcana asra smut

[demetris-cocksleeve]

For: @violetlucreziasstuff

(A/n: I tried to write for Doms! Julian and Muriel, but I just couldn't get the vibe right, so I hope you don't mind that I changed their dynamic a bit; they both still top, I just can't really label them as doms in this..)

(Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!)

(E/c = eye color)

Word count: 2, 206

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation in the form of double penetration (one hole), Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Dom! Asra, Switch! Julian and Sub! Top! Muriel x Sub! Bottom! Reader

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Your body bounced as it made contact with the mattress. Propping yourself up on your elbows you could see the varying amounts of unrestrained lust in their eyes. You had been pushing their buttons all day so you really had no one to blame but yourself.

Asra stepped up to the foot of the bed as the other two leaned against the door to watch. Bracing themselves with a hand on either side of you, Asra leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of their breath as he whispered into your ear.

"You know why you're in trouble, don't you?"

Swallowing thickly you could only nod your head as all the possible punishments they could choose from flickered through your head, making you steadily wetter and wetter. You should be upset, you made your partners angry, but you could only squirm with excitement.

Would they blindfold you? Would you be placed under a spell to make you horny beyond belief, only to tie you up and leave? There were endless possibilities and you couldn't decide which one excited you more.

"Get up and undress." Asra's voice snapped you out of your stupor as he straightened to let you up.

Scrambling to your feet you quickly stripped. You could feel the heat creeping along your face and chest as three pairs of eyes survey your every movement. No matter how many times the four of you got intimate, you'd never get used to the intense looks they gave you. So filled with unfiltered want and love no matter how much you've pushed them.

Asra sat on the bed, legs spread and fully clothed. You knew what was coming and, even though this was supposed to be a punishment, you couldn't help the throbbing in your core. He pats his leg.

A silent command.

You situated yourself across their lap as even more heat flooded your face. Asra's hand rubbed down to the back of your knee before trailing back up to your bum a couple times before he spoke.

"I want you to count. If you mess up, we start over. We will keep going until you get it correct, do you understand?"

You bit the inside of you cheek as you nodded, forehead resting against the soft comforter.

"Use your words, Petal. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand." You couldn't help but to look over your shoulder at the other two. Both Julian and Muriel were sporting impressive, yet painful looking hard ons already. Julian had a devilish smirk on his face as he sent you a wink, while Muriel was looking about as red as you felt. The sight of the both of them along with the feeling of Asra's girth against your stomach caused more slick to pool between your thighs.

The ever observant magician of course noticed and swiped some with two fingers.

"Seems our little minx is a bit excited for her punishment, hmm?" He spread his fingers to show your slick webbed between the digits.

You whined in embarrassment and buried your face back into the bed.

"Well, in that case, let's not keep her waiting," you could hear the smirk in Julian's voice as he prompted Asra to continue.

Their hand came back to rest on your ass once more.

"Start counting."

With that the first of many slaps echoes throughout the room. You jolted forward from the force of the hit. You let out a breath through your nose before counting.

"One." Another slap.

"Two.." And another. And another. And another.

Coming down a bit harder, you almost forgot to count.

"S-six!" You managed to moan out.

Asra rubbed the redness a bit before pulling back to deliver another blow.

"Sev-ven..." Your juices were running down your leg at this point, dripping onto the pristine white of Asra's trousers.

You managed to get through all ten on the first try. You knew what that meant: you'd finally get the relief you so desperately needed.

Though Asra tried to act tough and indifferent, their actions spoke differently with the way he gently messaged away the soreness. "Color?"

"Green," you answer with a heavy breath as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

Picking you up to place you on the bed, he stood up and began to undress. Unable to wait much longer, you scooted up on the bed as your eyes scanned each new inch of exposed skin until you were marveling at the entire tanned form of one of your lovers.

Looking behind him, you could see Julian with his cock already out as he lazily pumped himself, gaze lock on the two of you. Muriel was a bit more shy with his approach; he had his head thrown against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself through his pants. The bed dipped caused your focus to shift back to the magician as he crawled towards you.

"Because you were so good for us, I think you should get a slight reward before your next punishment." He pushed some of your hair from you face. "What do you say, Flower?"

"Thank you, Asra," you breathed, violet eyes boring into your own e/c ones.

With that Asra tilted your chin up, pressing a searing kiss to your wet lips. Your hands quickly found their way to their soft, white hair as you eagerly parted your lips. Your tongues danced with each other as Asra pushes into your heat.

Your head is quickly thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o' as his cock, hot and heavy, stretches you out in the most delicious way possible. He keeps going until his balls are press against your ass before slowly pulling out and snapping back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room along with the whines and moans flowing freely from your lips as they continue their brutal pace.

Your nails are raking down his back, surely drawing blood but he doesn't seem to care as they spew out praise after praise.

"You always take us so well, Petal. So good for us." He grunts as you clench down on them. "Such a good girl for me!"

Through your endless string of moans you manage to whine out that you're close.

"A-Asra!! I'm -ah- I'm c-lose! Please, don't stop!" You tighten your thighs around him as they reach between you to rub your swollen clit. "I'm -ah! I'm cum-!"

You're cut off by your release, the coil in your core tightening to impossible amounts before snapping. You felt like you were on fire in the best way possible. You could feel the languid thrusts as Asra worked you through your orgasm. As you came back down you could feel the heat of his own spend being pumped into you with each thrust.

They slow to a stop as you both catch your breath. Although the moment of silence is broken by Julian.

"Not to shatter the moment, but I do believe it's time for our vixen's next punishment." He lightly nudges Muriel forward a bit as Asra moves off the bed, pressing one last kiss to your temple. He slips on his trousers announcing that be was going to prepare some teas and snacks for when you guys were done and slips from the room.

After undressing, Muriel lifts you up to slide behind you, flipping you to lay face down against him as Julian settles behind you.

"Ready for us princess?" Muriel mumbles into the crook of your neck. You nod and give a hum of affirmation, still a little loopy from your release.

They line themselves up and slowly start to push into you. Luckily, neither of them have ridiculous girth so while it's a little painful, it's not too bad of a stretch. They take a few minutes after fully sheathing themselves in you to let you adjust. Julian is press to your back pressing kisses and the occasional nibble to the skin of your neck and shoulders while Muriel had both arms wrapped right around you as he buried his face in your hair to help compose himself.

After a couple minutes, the burn of the stretch has almost faded completely, and you can feel yourself start to lose patience. You wiggle your hips a bit to try to get some stimulation, but Muriel's strong grip keeps you from moving too much.

"Are you sure you're okay for us to start moving?" He asks.

"Please," you gasp out, griping onto his shoulder like your life depends on it.

"You heard the pretty lady, let's not keep her waiting, hm?" Julian hums as he sits up, hands moving to rest on your hips.

Almost simultaneously they pull out a couple inches before pushing back in, steadily building up to an almost brutal pace. With each thrust the headboard was banging against the wall and you practically getting jostled around as the sound of skin slapping wet skin filled the space once more.

Underneath you Muriel had his head buried in your neck as his hips pistoned up into you, you could hear the low grunts that left his mouth and could feel the puffs of air that came with them. Julian looped an arm around you torso to pull up further up, hand closing around your throat, adding the perfect amount of pressure that helped send you that much closer to another climax.

They could feel your gummy walls begin to clamp down on them even more and knee you were getting close. Right before you could tip over the edge, they slowed to a stop. A cry left you lips as you felt the coil in your abdomen slowly fade away into nothingness.

"Ah, ah, ah," Julian cooed in your ear, "only good girls get to cum. I don't think you've been a good girl today, what do you think, Muriel? Has our sweet y/n earned the right to cum?" He gripes your jaw and turned you to look at Muriel.

You could see a flush covering him all the way down to his chest as he slowly shook his head.

"N-no, I don't think she has." He had been hesitant to try to step up to the more rough, and almost dominate role, but he agreed to give it a try. While he seemingly was enjoying being slightly in control he was clearly still shy about being assertive.

With Julian giving most of the instructions, they continued this for a while, bringing you to the cusp of release only to snatch it away right when you needed it most.

There were scratch marks on Julian's forearms from where he still had a hand around your neck and down Muriel's chest and you were practically sobbing from all the edging.

"Oh God! Please! Please let me cum! I-I can't-" your sentence is broken by a choke sob as you were kept from cumming once again. Which would be orgasm was this? Nine? Ten? You lost track a while ago, all you knew was that you felt like you could take being built up again while simultaneously needing the release like you needed air.

"I think she's been edged enough, Julian.." Muriel's soft voice was strained. Focusing on you they hadn't cum either and you could hear the slight tremble in Muriel's voice testifying that he was also getting to his limit.

"Think you can handle going a little more, sweetie? Just a bit longer, so we can make you feel good?" The red head peppers a soft trail of kisses up to your jaw. You nod your head, not having the energy for much else.

They start up their thrusts and you slump against the ravenette's chest, small whines leaving your lips as you feel the pressure in your abdomen once again. You feel a hand sneak it's way to your clit to rub slow deliberate circles on the puffy nerve. Eyes shut in pleasure and pain, you can't tell who's hand it is, only that it's bringing you closer and closer to release.

"C'mon, you're doing so good, can you cum for us pretty girl?" The voice speaking to you finally send you over the edge, your sure you blackout as the waves of pleasure washes over you like a tsunami.

"Holy- did she squirt?" You vaguely hear Asra's voice before you pass out from the intensity of you orgasm.

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When you wake it's dark out, Julian and Muriel are cuddled up to your sides and Asra is softly shutting the door, a tea tray in his hand.

"Hey petal, how are you feeling?"

You shake away some of the grogginess before responding.

"A bit sore, but okay."

They set the tray down on the night stand before leaning over to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his warm hand gently brushing against your cheek. "We didn't go too far did we?"

You shake your head as you lean into their warmth. "No; it was intense but I felt good."

Asra's eyes flash in relief as he helps you sit up without waking the other two. "Here, you should drink this, you've been out for a while." He picks up on of the teacups and places it against your lips, helping you sip on the warm beverage.

(hElp I still don't know how to end smut😅)

[angelltheninth]

The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)

Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?

Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking

A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.

Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.

Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.

Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.

Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?

Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.

Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.

[grapenamjams]

Better Than A Dream

Genre: NSFW

Characters: Muriel from the arcane & Reader

Contains: soft mdom, mention of wet dream, oral m. Receiving, Dirty talk, cock warming,

A/n: welcome to grape’s annual Muriel smut one shot post. Will there be one next year? The world may never know!

You feel the bed shift more than once in the span of a few minutes stirring you awake. With half eyes open you notice the sliver of moonlight passing through the curtains. letting you know that it was a little pass midnight.

It was the sigh that made you fully turn towards a clearly vexed Muriel beside you, running a hand down his face. His exposed chest goes up and down in shaky breaths , his skin flushed. “Muriel?” he starts at the sound of your voice in the quite room. You apologies noticing his reaction. “Are you alright?” You ask softly. You don’t move closer even when you want to, not knowing if it’s okay to touch him, wanting to give him space.

He nodes but he dosnt look at you. “I’m sorry that I woke you. ” you shake your head, “it’s alright” You wish you could say that waking up to Muriel tossing and turning at night was rare but unfortunately this was the case ever so often. Memories of the past thought to be forgotten resurfacing, playing out in his dreams where he is supposed to be the safest. Causing him to stir like this, hold you closer to him or at times leaving the bed completely until you go find him when you feel his abesnace.

“Was it a nightmare again?” You watch his face as he sucks in a breath, eyes landing on one of the hanging crystals by the wall catching the moonlight. After a moment he shakes his head. You feel a slight relief, reaching a hand towards him rubbing his arm. He clears his throat “It was- it was nothing.” He turns to his side towards you but his eyes are still not meeting yours. “It’s late you should go back to sleep” you frown at his dismissal even though he can’t see it. Clearly something is bothering him.

“are you sure? you were tossing and turning for awhile” your fingers brush through his dark hair. Shifting closer to him, your hand continuing the motion hoping to relax him. Although you couldn’t have seen his throat bob and hear his heartbeat quicken.

“I’m sure.” He states. However when he takes in a breath, breathing in your familiar scent. words escape him in a groan like whisper. “Just a selfish dream”

You don’t miss the lowered words. “A selfish dream?” You questioned. Muriel only nodes his head after a moment,closing his eyes hoping for You to follow his lead into returning to sleep. but Your curiosity still Persists. “Was it good or bad?” Muriel’s hand reaches out to your waist, letting out a breath. You would have taken it a sign to stop after he was quiet for a moment but to your amusement he replied. “Good…really good” his thumb rubs your side.

Good? You think, confused Then why doesn’t he want to- his hand pulls you closer. Oh… all other thoughts fade at the feel of his body against yours.

You bite your lip suppressing a smile. “Muriel?” You say, hand pushing back hair that had fallen forward.

“Hm?” He breathes You again unknowingly where your brain has wondered too.

Sensing his reaction you lean away from his face. “Did you have a wet dream?” His eyes fly open and the blush is blooming on his face just as quickly. “What? N-no I…that’s…” his eyes go over your face. “why do you think that?” He stammers. you move your hips into him feeling him very presently against you.

You are unsure how he is able to get redder especially with the limited visibility that the moon provides. Muriel groans, rolling onto his back and places an arm over his eyes trying to cover himself wishing for the bed to swallow him into the covers.

You find it adorable and enjoyable that the man beside you, no matter how many times he takes you making each other feel all sorts of pleasures. Still gets easily flustered when it comes to talking about desires and intimacy. And because of that, you loved to tease him.

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why-“ Muriel started to apologize for the predicament he put you in. But you cut him off before his brain runs off with an idea that is untrue.

“Tell me was it about me?” You say, resting your head on your hand being able to look down at him.

Muriel starts, taken aback at what you said as if he could not believe you would hold the idea that he would be able to think of another person that was not you. “What? Of course it was.. who else…” his eyes narrow and look away from you “you’re teasing me, arnt you?”

You let out a giggle “just a bit, I can’t help it.” He grumbles rolling his eyes at you. You give him a kiss feeling his flushed cheek. “What was I doing in your dream?” You continued. your own body warmed with the ideas forming in your head.

His eyes look back at you, taking in your face as if he thought he didn’t hear you right. “Y-you want to know?” You give him a playful smile and node. this was a first for Muriel and as much as you protected his comfortability you always liked nudging him out of his comfort zone. His Adam able bobs “uh…you…” his gaze shifts away from You again.

You hum, “was I kissing you? Like this” your lips run along his jaw and down the side of his neck. “Y-yes” he sighs. You shift your body placing a arm on the other side of his face. Giving you more access to his neck. Kissing the hollow of his neck “Say it” your words land on his skin. he lets out a breath. “You were kissing me…my neck- just like that” his voice hitches as you suck on his sweet spot. Again your lips go over his neck and throat until you pull away looking down at him waiting for his next words. “my mouth” his eyes open to meet yours above him. A shy smile tilts at his lips and you never want to forget the image of him smiling up at you like this.

his largehand cups your face guiding you towards him until your lips meet. Muriel breathes you in. his lips greeting yours gently as he always does making you feel loved and cared for. But as always there is a point where his kisses become deeper and hungrier. Moans escaping each other.

bodies pressed and slightly moving against each other. You’re breathless when you ask “what else?” The forest color of his eyes were just rimming the edges of his darkened eyes. A contrast to his flushed face. “my body” he lets out and you were not needed to be told twice. Your mouth already leaving lingering kisses on his chest. His breathes becoming quicker his voice breathy each time he instructs you to go lower and lower. Kissing each scar knowing where they are on him. Leaving marks on His toned stomach.

When you reach the band of his undergarments. His need was visibly pressed against the fabric and you felt your own need pulse through your body. You kissed his thigh and looked up at him. His gaze landed on yours and he nodded. You take his signal and remove the covering. He was painfully hard, precum already dripping down the vein. Muriel sucks in a breath finally being free of his constraints. Making your mouth water.

You rub his hip and kiss next to the base and ever so lightly pressing your lips up his cock. “What did I do next?” You ask teasingly looking up at him. Muriel’s hand surprisingly lands on the back of your head. His gaze looking at you between his legs having him suppress a moan at the sight but his dick twitches giving him away. Yet his voice comes out deep and clear, traces of his shyness gone. “you used that teasing mouth to suck me off” his words land on your ears before Muriel guides your mouth to take him.

He curses above you as you moan around his head,licking around it. sending shocks through him which makes his hips buck the last of him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks as you let him move your head to a pace he wanted which was still mindful of you even in his pleasured state. As your own hand worked on the rest of him. “Yes, just like that” he groans.

You worked on him as best as you could as he moved you to his pleasure. Flattening your tongue having his clock glide in and out against. The your tongue rubbing that sensitive spot under the tip. All of this has his head digging deeper into the pillow and the grip on your hair tightening . “This is” he groans looking down at the sight before him. “much better than a dream” your eyes land on his and it makes his body tighten with more arousal then he thought he could have. The sight that you had also made you throb, a coat of sweat on his skin and his heaving chest caused you to moan wanting to see him come undone. he continues to follow his pleasure.

Yeses and praises falling from his mumbled lips. Just when you thought he was close to going over the edge, his hand stops and gently pulls you away from him. Giving him a sight of you as a drooling mess. Making The words “turn over on your hands and knees” not get out fast enough. His desire reaching that point where he needed to be inside of you, to feel all of you. Smiling you do as told not being able to form a reply because along with Muriel you just needed him inside you as fast as possible.

“A good listener” his deep voice sends a jolt down your spine as his large frame covers you. Earning him a moan “Muriel please, i need you” His lips kiss your exposed neck and shoulder while his hands remove your underwear. “I’m yours” he states wasting no time he starts pushing himself into you causing you both to moan at the sensation that never ceases to consume you both “all yours” he groans when he fully sinks into you. Giving you time to adjust to him, your walls stretch around the thickness of him. Your head lands on the mattress. Hips moving back with a whine, having Muriel take it as sign that he can began thrusting.

His movements begin slow till he almost pulls out fully and thrusts back in, wanting to feel the real you not his imagination, not how you feel in a dream. every inch, clench, throb and the warmth of you. One hand lands on your hip while the other one goes down your back keeping you with your head down. His pace picks up until you both are lost in pleasure and your sounds fill up the dark room. Every thrust sends jolts through you as he hits the spot that sends you closer to the edge each time.

After a moment your on your hands again and his chest is pressed against your back, covering you with his body. Your only thought his of him, everything about him consumes you as he keeps thrusting into you and pants next to your ear. Making you clench around him. The sensation pooling in your core increases when Muriel bites your shoulder muffling his moan against you.

He straightens up again hands on your hips, his breath increasing. “I’m gonna-“ he curses again “me too” You gasp Your hips move back against him and he lets you fuck yourself against him. “You’re perfect…. so so perfect” he says breathlessly “let go, please I want to feel you come around me” in a voice deep and pleading that causes you to go over the edge for him each time. With his name on your lips. he stills your hips against him, and you feel his hot release inside you. His own hips resuming his sloppy thrusts, Ridding both of your highs with moans and breaths becoming tangled. “take all of it” he moans.

After a moment when your hearts have calmed down. He slips out of you, both feeling the absence of the other. He pecks your back and cheek. “Come here” he coaxes.

Turning, you see him lay down head on his pillow. He then positions you, so you were to straddling him. Looking up at you with a blissed look that You have committed to memeory and often appears in your own dreams. “Are you okay?” He never fails to ask, pushing some of your hair back behind your ears. you node. “Always” you say kissing him. He sighs into you. You pull away with a playful grin.

“I do have to say, Your dream was quite an eventful one” as if on cue pink blooms across his already flushed face. Making you laugh.

His gaze meets yours again before looking down your body. Following your curves up again, humming. “It’s not over yet” you tilt your head questioning his words. It’s now Muriel that has a grin on his face. Lifting you up slightly he slips himself inside you again with a moan. His hands glide over your thighs, hips and waist continuing dragging his hands up your sides taking off your shirt. Forest Eyes taking you in fully under the moonlight. Making you feel loved, desired, admired, protected all at once. His hands don’t stop until they reached your face drawing you in for a gentle kiss keeping himself inside you having every inch of you against him, keeping him warm. “There. My dream is now complete.”

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

HC time! And this time is

☆Smut☆

What "innocent" detail of the M6 will make your blood boil?

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Nadia

As you approach her, she offer you her hand to kiss. She expects you to do so.

Every time you speak in public, she glares at you with pride in her eyes.

From time to time, she forgets her shawl where you can notice it. As you pick it up, her fragrance fills you. As you return it to her, your hands shake.

Asra

He often jokes about them teaching you someting else... and then he states it's something silly, like bargaining with the salamander. Of course it was something like that. What were you thinking about?

When he's focused, he fidgets with his pendant, lifting it and then letting it fall onto his chest. Thump-thump-thump. The stone catches the light each time. You can't help looking at it.

The shop is small, and you have to sleep in the same bed. Each morning, you're awaken by his moans as he stretches next to you, the chest exposed to the first sunbeams of the day.

Muriel

When he carves his little figurines, he caresses the wood with his fingers to feel the shape hidden in it. You alway notice how gentle his touch is, despite his hands being so big.

Sometimes, when he's calm and the rain gently hits the roof, he humms a song. Its words are long forgotten, but Muriel's deep voice reaches your chest, making it vibrate with its sounds.

Every time the fire light hits his bare skin, you see countless marks of his violent past reflecting a pale light. You'll never tell him, but being alone with him with such a reminder of his strength sends odd shivers down your spine.

Julian

When Julian reads, his auburn curls fall on his fohead. From time to time he passes his fingers within them to push them back. You always daydream about your hand being the one doing that.

As he's getting to work on a patient he rolls up his sleeves, revealing his beautiful forearms. His insecurities melts away in a matter of seconds, and his touch becomes firm and gentle.

His laughs echoes in every room. It's so warm and contagious. When he stops and looks back at you though, there's always that residue smile on his lips and a glint of something savage into his eyes. Hunger? Challlenge? Desire? You can't tell, and you can't look away either.

Lucio

He's a selfish, entitled prick, but there's so much love painted on his face every time he looks at his dogs that your heart melts.

Whenever you see him sparring or fighting, you're hypnotised by his movements. He looks like a ribbon cutting the air around him, fast and elegant.

There's something dark and magnetic in the way he's not at all concerned by blood on himself -being his or not. You look at him cleaning his hands with a handkerchief, staining it in red. You always say that Lucio's ease with violence is concerning to you... but maybe it's something more.

[oppopotamus]

angry sex

trans asra x dom male reader

Warning: nsfw, hate sex/angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, asra has a pussy, petnames such as baby, slut etc, feminine words used to name his pussy, cunt, clit etc

"What the fuck, Asra?" You yell, you've both been yelling back and forth for ages. You've been mad at Asra for a long time, since he's often disappearing without a word, causing you to worry.

Although he tends to go away due to whatever he thinks is important it still gets on your nerves.

"Well, what do you want me to do!? I'm sorry that I sometimes leave for a while and don't mention it to you." Asra says, rolling his eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm fucking worried about. Don't you understand? I care about you but you leave without a fucking word, causing me to worry where the fuck you are." You pause before taking a breath continuing, "Half the time I'm worried if you're dead somewhere. You leave and come back without telling me and just fucking expect me to be okay with it?"

"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean I always come back. So what's the big deal?" Asra's words have you seething with anger.

"You really don't see what the big deal is?" You say completely dumbfounded.

Asra just throws his hands up in the air and huffs.

"Fuck you." He says after a moment.

You move towards him until you're chest to chest.

"Say that again. I fucking dare you." You say, looking down at him with your eyebrows creasing together. God this boy gives you a headache.

"What? Fuck you?" He asks a tad confused.

"Yes. Exactly that." You repeat, arms crossed over your chest as you tower above him.

"Fuck you then." Asra says, starting to get a bit nervous but shakes it off.

"If you say that one more time, Asra then I swear to god." You say letting out a breath.

"Or what?" He asks moving even closer towards you.

"You'll find out."

Asra hesitates for a moment before repeating saying, "Fuck. You." He spits out every word.

"That's the final straw." You say before grabbing his hips with a deadly grip.

You turn him around and push him forward so he hits the table with his hips harshly.

"Hey! That fucking hurt." Asra says, turning his head back to look at you.

You grab a fistful of his hair and push his head down onto the table.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Asra questions.

"Teaching you a lesson." You say, keeping your hand gripping his hair and trace your free hand down so you can grab his pants and rip a hole in his pants right from his ass to his cunt.

"Fuck! (Name), these were my favourite pants."

"I'll buy you new ones."

You take notice of how conveniently he's not wearing any underwear. You raise an eyebrow down at Asra and you can see the hint of a blush creeping onto his ears.

"What a slut, you're getting wet already." You say, ghosting a finger over his cunt.

Asra stutters for a moment and doesn't know what to say until you press a finger against his clit and he calls out your name.

You remove the finger and Asra whines though that whine suddenly turns into a moan as he feels your hard dick grind against him through the fabric of your pants.

"You don't seem to be too angry now huh baby?" You say mockingly.

"Fuck you! I'm still mad." Asra replies, you're not sure if he's still actually angry at you or he's just saying that because he knows it gets a reaction out of you.

Oh well, you're still going to fuck him senseless.

You release your hand from his hair and bring your hands to undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles.

While your hands are not holding his head down anymore Asra takes the opportunity to bring both his hands up to push himself up and turn back to look at you.

Asra's in bliss as he sees your cock slip free from its confinements and raise up, slapping against your stomach.

You smirk down at him as you see his expression, finding it amusing as how just a minute ago he was yelling at you.

He sees you looking at him and glares at you before avoiding his eyes and looking back ahead of him.

"Ah, don't be so embarrassed now, darling." You say tracing a finger up his spine over his shirt, making him shiver.

"J-just put it in already." Asra whispers out, "Do you think you really deserve it after what you just did?" You ask and Asra doesn't answer.

From his lack of an answer you raise a hand and spank him, causing him to yelp and jolt up.

"Fuck! Don't fucking do that." Asra says, turning to look at you again and raising himself up, attempting to fully turn to look at you.

You stand there for a moment before bringing your left hand up and grab a fistful of his hair and slam the side of his face onto the table.

"Shit!" Asra yells out as the side of his face makes harsh contact with the table and grunts as he feels the harsh tug of your hand pulling his hair back harshly.

"Don't." spank! "Fucking." Spank! "Talk." Spank! "Like that." Spank! "To me." Spank! "Ever. Fucking. Again." You say to him, pushing his face further into the table with each spank.

"Aah-!" Asra whines out each time he feels you hitting him, he attempts to move out of your grasp but can't.

"Nothing but a fucking brat who doesn't know when to quit and just behave." You spit out, leaning down to his ear to say the words directly into his ears.

Asra shivers as he feels your dick rub against him when you lean down to whisper in his ear.

You lean back and grab your dick, rubbing the tip up and down the entrance of his cunt, slapping it against it a few times before easing the tip in.

Asra moans out when he feels just the tip in, he forgets how mad he is at you at first until he realizes how rough you were being.

Your hand was still pushing his head into the table, his cheek starting to hurt from how hard you were pushing it down.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Asra spouts out as he feels you push in deeper and deeper.

You scowl at his words and without a second thought you grip his hair tighter and pull it back whilst roughly pounding your dick deep into his hole.

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck." Asra moans out as you pull his hair back, pain shooting through his neck and continuously pound into his tight hole.

"Fuck, Asra. You're so fucking tight, your pussy is hugging my cock," You say, pausing for a moment then continuing, "Too bad you're such a fucking brat."

All you can hear throughout the room is Asra's loud moans and the sound of your hips making contact with his ass.

"I fucking haah-hate.. Fuck. You." Asra says, stuttering his words. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.

Asra almost feels his eyes roll into the back of his head and you drag his head back and with your free hand bring it down to his clit, rubbing it with your fingers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna-" Asra moans out feeling his orgasm creeping up on him from your harsh treatment.

"You're really about to cum just from this?" You say mockingly.

"Fuuck.. I'm, oh god- You're a fucking dick just-!" Before Asra can even finish his sentence he's coming. Hard. He feels you hitting his ass again and again as he chases his orgasm.

When you continue to move your cock in and out again he starts feeling too sensitive.

"Please.. No more, I can't." Asra shakes his head side to side, wanting you to just finish already so he can rest.

"Just take what's, fuck, given to you, alright?" You say to him, you don't last much longer until you're spraying your cum into him.

You let go of his hair and pull out slowly. You both lay there resting for a moment, you don't say anything to test out whether or not he's still mad at you.

"M'sorry.." He says quietly. You rest your hands on his hips gently, rubbing small circles on his waist with your thumb.

"It's okay, baby."

[blitzyn]

Can I ask for Asra from The Arcana with male reader please? maybe an established relationship where they've been together for a long time? Not much of a plot but mostly just smut/fluff where Reader comes back wounded and goes to clean himself off, and when he comes out into the main bedroom, they end up having sex and it's a bit frantic because they missed each other? Bottom reader if that's okay with you. Thank you

missed you

asra alnazar x m!reader

Synopsis: Asra heals you with his magic after you return home littered in injuries — albeit in a different way.

a/n -> i love him so much<333 just got done playing his route again and now i am overcome with the sensation of emptiness once more. but anyways, ty for requesting him! it gets a little tiring only writing for genshin, no matter how much i love the requests and the characters. i hope this is okay!

wc -> 1.8k

cw -> anal sex, anal fingering, brief blowjob, mentions of injury

You winced as a sharp sting permeated through your skin, shifting uncomfortably when the fabric of your shirt rubbed against your wound. You sighed in relief when you realized that the sign at the front of the magic shop read "Open" - Asra was home.

"I'll be out in a moment!" You were met with a comforting voice when you opened the door, a cheerful jingle echoing through the building.

"Oh, [Name], you're back!" Asra smiled warmly, setting his cup of tea on the front counter. You watched as his eyes roamed your body for a moment before they widened at the sight of your blood staining your clothes.

"What happened to you?" he questioned, rushing to your side. He placed a hand on your lower back to guide you to your shared bedroom after he flipped the sign and locked the door.

"Oh, nothing much..." you trailed off. It was a little embarrassing, really.

"You're bleeding. That doesn't look like 'Nothing much.'" He raised a brow and made you sit on the bed.

"...Would you believe me if I said that a... plant attacked me?"

He blinked incredulously, halting in place. It took him a few moments to process what you just said, trying futilely to figure out how in the world that could've occurred.

"What," he managed to utter, leaning back to stare at you.

"I tripped and spilled a lot of the stuff in my bag. It got over a plant and... here I am," you bashfully explained, incapable of maintaining eye contact any longer.

"What did you have in the bag?"

"Herbs, medicinal powders, items of the like. Now I know not to mix them, I guess."

Asra sighed and shook his head in fond exasperation, but an uneasy expression still managed to cross his face. "It's good that you're okay, but you need to be more careful next time. I was already on edge when I found out that Nadia didn't know where you were."

"Right. Sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows at his apprehension, guilt settling in your chest.

"Well, it doesn't help to dwell in the past." He leaned closer to you. Pressing a hand against your torso, he guided you down so that you lay on your back. "I'd better heal you."

You nodded and relaxed against the plush and comforting covers, shivering at his touch. Your eyes widened in surprise when he did not trace your injury with his fingers like he normally would, but instead placed his lips over the top of your cut. He peered up at you through his eyelashes and smiled innocently.

With gentle glints of light, he mended the skin with his soothing kisses, beginning from your chest. He softly caressed your hips as he moved lower and lower. You swallowed hard and found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.

You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, your face feeling incredibly hot. You tensed when he lingered dangerously close to the waistband of your pants but had to hold back a noise when he abruptly rose from his position.

"You look awfully flustered." His eyes were alight with mischief, body towering over yours. "I wonder what's gotten you so worked up?"

"Don't tease..." You looked away bashfully, feebly squirming under his gaze. He noticed the slightest opening of your legs and couldn't help the smile that appeared. He shifted himself back between your thighs, running his hand over your bare stomach.

He glanced up at you. "Are you sure? You just returned. Do you want to rest first?"

"No, I'm okay. K-keep going," you replied. He nodded, tucked his fingers under the band of your pants, and gently tugged them down alongside your underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath at the contrast between your heated skin and the cooler air of the bedroom, though Asra's body heat very quickly warmed you up again.

He sighed over your semi-hard cock, mouth slightly ajar, and averted his focus onto your thighs instead. He kissed random spots, some closer to where you wanted him and others farther away.

You lightly pulled on his hair to gain his attention and shot him a tense look, to which he chuckled out an apology.

"Sorry. I just missed you." He hovered over your dick once more before finally taking it in his mouth with the aid of his hand. The other one reached for yours, interlocking your fingers as he pushed himself until you could feel the beginning of his throat. He didn't prefer going all the way — not that you minded.

He used the saliva that escaped through the corners of his lips to help him jerk off what he didn't get. You moaned softly, tightening your grip around his hand, digging your free one into the bedsheets. You weren't sure if it was because you were gone for so long, but how he handled you with such practiced ease had you resisting the impulse to thrust your hips upwards.

He hummed contentedly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled affectionately, unable to tear his gaze away from your face. He was rendered utterly entranced for a few moments, captivated with your scent, your taste, your voice. With you.

He worked to please, watching every twitch of your body, listening to every sound that passed your lips. He couldn't help but grind against the mattress: impatience and desire steadily rising, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could subdue them.

With a great deal of reluctance, he pulled himself away from you, already missing the weight of your weeping cock on his tongue. You reopened your eyes — when had you closed them? — and observed him with bated breath. He reached towards the cluttered nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lube, pouring some of the contents on his fingers.

His dick strained against the cloth of his pants, aching to be touched. But he ignored his own needs for the moment, directing his focus solely on you. He inserted one finger inside you before adding a second one, deciding on taking his time to prepare you. He could feel you shudder when he began to move them in a scissoring motion, curling them every so often to bring forth moans.

He leaned down to shower your neck in kisses, heat traveling up and down his spine in powerful surges.

"I'm ready," you murmur breathlessly.

"I just started." Asra raised an eyebrow. You weren't typically this urgent, this needy, but he understands. He's barely stopping himself from acting the same.

"I-It's fine," you stammered, widening your legs in want. "Please..."

He swallowed hard. He longed to finally bury himself inside you, but the concern of hurting you fought valiantly within his mind. His hand slowed in contemplation as he stared into your eyes. They were wide, pupils blown and filled with lust.

"Oh, how could I ever say no to you?" He removed his fingers with a gentle smile before it morphed into something akin to worry. "But please tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded and offered him a meek grin of your own. "I will."

He turned to grab the bottle of lube once more and poured an ample amount (a tad more than usual) on his cock that he freed from his pants a few moments prior. He slightly winced before he pressed the tip against your hole and began to push himself inside.

He groaned, stilling when his pelvis met your ass. The burn was a bit more prominent compared to the previous times you'd done this, but it wasn't something you couldn't tolerate. In fact, you would say that it felt good.

You wordlessly signaled him with a bob of your head to get him to move, to which he sighed pleasurably in return. He trailed his hands up from your hips to your waist, caressing the flesh as he began leisurely thrusting, his pace increasing with every passing moment.

Your breaths were shallow as you gazed at him with loving eyes, enamored with the sight before you. You couldn't resist the urge to raise your arms toward him, wanting to feel his body close to yours - despite knowing he's already as close as he can be. But he couldn't disregard how you were so beautifully splayed out in front of him and entertained your wish by curling his arms around your upper body as you wrapped your own over his back.

There was nothing to conceal each other's noises, creating a melody only the two of you could hear. He could feel you tighten when he whispered breathless praises in your ear, nothing but honesty spilling from his lips.

You turned your head to kiss the side of his neck, offering wordless replies. You were caught up in hazy bliss, arching your back as the heat within your abdomen strengthened each second. Your moans grew louder as you urged him to move a bit faster, desperate to reach your climax.

The bed creaked alongside the headboard that softly struck the wall, mixing in with the harmony that was your moans and his labored breaths, but neither of you paid it any heed.

"I love you. I love you..." he chanted, seemingly lost in the mantra as he neared his orgasm.

You tensed when the spark of ecstasy finally washed over you in surges, rolling over your skin pleasantly. Your cock spurted cum over your bare stomach, tended to by one of your hands. You could feel his breath hitch beside your ear, and instinctively pulled him closer with your legs just as he came.

You shuddered, relaxing as he buried his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. You combed your fingers through his curly white hair, patiently waiting for him to settle, basking in the afterglow.

It wasn't until a minute or so when he finally decided to pull away and place most of his weight on his knees to look at you. The two of you remained silent for a few moments longer until he spoke, "We should take a bath."

You nodded with a chuckle. "Also, where's Faust? I haven't seen her in a while."

"Here..." Faust's faint voice was even quieter than before, and both of your heads swerved towards the windowsill, where the curtains rustled. You were mortified to see a familiar purple snout poke out from underneath.

"How did you not...?!" you exclaimed at Asra. Your face felt so hot it felt like you could cook an egg on it.

"I don't know!" He looked away in shame. "I was caught in the moment?"

He didn't seem sure of himself, and you groaned with your hands over your eyes.

"With you missing from the Palace, coming home injured," he tried to explain, "and with me missing you after just coming home from a recent journey, I completely forgot she was sleeping on the window."

Your expression softened. "I'm sorry."

He smiled. "It's okay. Now, let's hurry and clean up."

cross-posted on ao3

[boykissr]

myrrh / lavender and sage

asra x reader x muriel

contents : comfort smut, pwp, praise, sub reader, dom characters, ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes probably, super indulgent

a.n. : um.. sorry for disappearing for god knows how long <333 heres a snippet of a smutfic in writing for my bf to make up for it ! i'll probably post the rest when i finish it if this is received well <3

the night is still young, and you sigh as you relax into the many furs adorning muriel's worn mattress, limbs aching after a busy day at the shop. 

asra saunters over to your relaxed form, smelling of herbs and spices and holding a steaming cup of tea, grinning when you open an eye to peek at his admittedly revealing silk lavender robe; it was a gift from nadia, handed over with a knowing glint in her eye. 

"like what you see?" he teases, soothing voice almost gliding over you like butter. he looks gorgeous with the crackling fire illuminating his already-ethereal features. you blink and he's seated on your left, his free hand guiding your pliant head to rest on his chest, before taking a sip of the tea and placing it on the nightstand. "rough day?" he coos, adjusting his tune as you nod and he reclines back, your head still resting on his bare chest; still listening to the steady beat of your hearts. 

just then, the door swings open as muriel hobbles in, shoulders sagging as he beelines it for the mattress, front door swinging shut behind him. the large frame of your shared lover looms over you and asra before he climbs into bed on your other side, relaxation visibly washing over him as he reaches a beefy arm around your waist and softly kisses the crook of your neck. now, it was your turn to ask; "long day, love?" returned only with a grunt from the man tracing his slightly chapped lips along the most sensitive spots of your throat. 

you shudder, and you feel muriel's lips turn up against your skin, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin as you keen lightly into your loves' hold. asra strokes your hair softly, scratching and massaging your scalp and leaning down to whisper sweet praises in your ear as muriel's arm tightens, hand sliding down to grip your hip.  

asra coos, voice breathy in your ear, before capturing your shuddering lips in a deep kiss. when he pulls back, the hand tangled in your hair pauses and grips the locks as he gazes half-lidded into your eyes, even as you let out a soft moan at the stimulation. "do you want to keep going?" he asks, and even muriel pauses in his ministrations for your answer. 

you bob your head rapidly as his words finally breach your hazy mind. you're so tired and all you want tonight is for your two favorite people to help you relax. "use your words, baby," asra tries again, honeyed tone never faltering. 

"yes--" you rush out, squirming in your lovers' hold. "please." you add, desperation laced in your tone; a soft moan erupting as muriel bites down on the meaty part of your neck.

asra surges into you, slotting his pillowy lips to join with yours and smiling into the kiss. he only pulls away when you can't go a second more without a breath of air, slowly slipping off your uncomfortable garments with deft fingers. he focuses his attention on your now-bare front, trailing lips from your own, down your neck, and suckling on the soft flesh of your chest, while looking into your eyes the entire time. 

you shudder as muriel busies himself with marking your shoulders and back, grinding deeply into the mattress as he lets out near-audible groans of pleasure.

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[nebbyy]

Asra Alnazar x reader - Intimacy before and after

Summary: just some headcanons that came to my mind about Asra<3

Warning: smuttt, but nothing crazy tho, there are mostly mentions or hints of smut, nothing specifically described (it’s mostly just angst tbh). There are also SPOILERS for Asra’s route and the Arcana plot in general, so if you haven’t finished playing it I suggest you don’t read this post. 

A/N: just to specify, reader is wrote as non-binary:) Also, this is the first smuttish thing I write, so feedbacks and advices are very much welcome<3<3

Asra has always been a passionate lover. It’s just the way he is, his body can’t help but follow the intensity of feelings his soul feels, and transfer it from the level of the soul to the level of the body

When he first met you, it was almost as if a wave washed over him, depriving him of balance, and he could find it once again in the feeling of you and your body, pressed against him

Passion mixes with intensity and haste the first times the two of you have sex. His every movement is a physical demonstration of  just how deep, how powerful, his feelings for you are

Once the two of you are done, you’re left breathless, legs shaking and sore, sweat covering your body, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. You’re spent in the best way possible

It starts to change during the beginning of the Red Plague. The deep empathy you feel for the people dying in the streets, the desire to do something to help, takes all your desires to feel pleasure (or anything joyful for that matter), replacing it with the urge to help as many as you can

You start growing distant from each other, the atmosphere in the shop becomes tense, the interactions between you and Asra are short and almost void of any emotion. You start visiting the castle more often, volunteering to help doctor Devorak in finding a cure for this Plague. It comes without say that sex wasn’t really in neither of your minds

And it only becomes worse after your death. Asra feels that same wave washing over him, but this time he doesn’t welcome the feeling of it. It make feel lost, knowing that the very person he used to hold on to, the only one that made him forget the rest of the world, and just give into the pleasure the wave brought

This wave brings grief, desperation. Hell, it even brings hallucinations to some point. He can’t make out what’s real and what’s fake, he can’t discern when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake

It’s at this point that his situationship with Julian starts. We all know just how toxic it was, for the both of them. But Julian needed to feel love in these dreadful times, and Asra needed to feel that same feeling of grounding to save him from the power of that wave

It wasn’t the same as you, he knew that very well. Julian couldn’t fill the void of love Asra felt, he could only satisfy his carnal desires, give him that brief high that, for just a moment, made him forget everything that was happening in his life, his losses, his mistakes, his regrets

But not much time passes before that high becomes unsatisfying, and the guilt of what he’s doing takes over him. How can he do this with Julian, when all he’s thinking of is you? How can he deem himself worthy of having you once again in his arms, when instead of keeping the void you left empty, awaiting for your return, he filled it with someone else, someone not even comparable to you in his eyes?

That’s when the weird relationship between Asra and Julian ends, when Asra conveys all his energies and time in finding a way to get you back

At first, there was nothing in his mind when it came to you other than gratitude to have you back along with the utmost care to tend to you, to comfort you when you were in pain or scared at whatever appeared new to you after you came back. Your mind was at the same level as one of a child, there was no desire in Asra other than to have you back as you were

As time goes by, and you regain the aspects of the person you once were, that desire, that wave of passion, starts to awaken once again in him

And then after years of longing for the feeling of you’re touch, of your body pressed against him, he once again can feel that same feeling of euphoria once your bodies merge once again. Only that this time, his demeanor has changed. There’s a different kind of intensity in his actions

There’s not the feverish haste in his movements anymore; instead, he takes his sweet time kissing you, caressing your body, worshipping you as if you were some sort of deity. He holds you as if you’d disappear in his arms if he loosens his grip too much

His thrusts are slow and deep, making that wave of pleasure that’s in him fall into you too. It makes you feel a deeper kind of pleasure, one with such forse that it has you detached from reality once you reach your high, it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and it makes you only desire to hold Asra closer, to have him deeper inside you. You almost wish you could become one

There are still times where you have fast, rough sex, one that ends quickly and leaves you both breathless and spent. But you just prefer to feel that deeper connection, the one that has you longing for more, that morphs into endless hours of just holding each other. It makes you both feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the world but you two

[lovely-dove69]

The Arcana favorite sex position

Asra💜: Full Nelson

Julian😈: Side-fuck

Portia💐: Tribbing

Nadia: She usually uses a strap on, so missionary

Muriel: MATING PRESS

Lucio: Doggy style

[little-lemoncake]

Sleepless (Part 1)

Asra Alnazar (The Arcana) x Female!Reader

Genre: (Y/n) can't seem to fall asleep and Asra decides to help.

contains: Dom/Sub Dynamic, Fingering, Choking

A/N: I wrote this about 2 years ago when I was deep in the Arcana fandom and crushing hard on Asra. I don't write much at the moment and a lot has changed in my life, but I thought why not post this old one anyway? I'm planning on posting a second part that I still have from back then and then I'll see if I continue it after that.

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"What is it, Darling?", he mumbles, his voice cutting through the soft crinkling of the sheets as you both move - you continuing the tossing and turning that had infected your limbs for half the night already, or so it felt, he to look at you with eyebrows knitted in concern.

"Are you not feeling well? Want me to get you something?"

His torso lifts off the mattress effortlessly only to be held back by your palm, quickly fumbled out from under the blankets. "No no", you whisper. "Thank you, Love. But it's nothing. I just can't sleep." Once again you turn, this time to lay facing him, blanket wrapped around your shoulders tightly and a slow exhale leaving your lungs.

"That doesn't sound like nothing to me, (y/n)." The moonlight dances on his neck, illuminating his lashes, as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes, lost in thought. "Why don't we go into the kitchen and have a little midnight tea? That helped you last time. I enjoy making tea, especially for you, my Love. As you know."

You chuckle and shake your head. "That sounds lovely... " Once again his torso lifts itself, once again you hold him back, sitting up under his attentive gaze. "But it's not like last time. I'm not sure tea would help me tonight."

The corner of his lip twitches up so lightly and at such a pace that you're not sure you actually saw the movement. He raises his eyebrow in concern, yet somehow like he's very well aware of what could help you. "Mmh", he hums, "Is that so?"

"What could possibly not be cured by a cup of tea?", he asks, letting his gaze fall to your lips.

When you don't respond, he lifts your chin with a finger, moving closer. "Huh, Darling?"

You stand his gaze, allowing your lips to form a smirk.

Sly eyes find your neck, collarbones, decoltee, and gentle fingers brush your waist before falling down towards the hem of your pyjama shorts. He lingers, hesitating, looking for signs of consent in you.

So you smile before letting your head fall back and eyes fall shut, and you relax, moments before his hand slips between the warmth of your skin and cool of the silk on your hips. You prepare for his hand where you want it most, almost feeling the touch, almost feeling the warmth of his fingertip dragging up and down, up and down. He stops instead.

"Oh no, Love. First of all, I want to hear you telling me whether you really want me to touch you there. Second of all, be polite and look at me as we unravel the secrets of your insomnia, won't you?"

With a blush on your cheeks and a sigh, you open your eyes and bring down your chin, looking at him expectantly. He taps your lips with his index finger and you cant help but smile. "Yes", you say, gently, looking at him with fascination as he cups your face. "Keep looking", he reminds you.

Your relaxed expression quickly fades as without a warning, he dips into your wetness, then pulls up his finger, then circles your clit in one smooth, quick movement. The pleasure is overwhelming, radiating throughout your body like waves. You can't help but let your lips part in awe as your eyebrows knit, biting your lip and letting your eyes fall shut. Your fingertips dig into his wrist, afraid he'll let go - and you want to scream, beg, cry when he does only moments later. Still attached to his wrist, you feel your hands being pulled up like a puppet, holding onto his arm like your last straw.

You're ready to complain, mouth heavy with questions, when the realization hits you. You closed your eyes. He had told you to keep looking at him.

"I even repeated myself beforehand."

You feel a strong hand grab your jaw when you don't respond within moments, forcing you to look up at his face, observing. There' s no anger painted on his features - amusement, rather, mixed with pure, dangerous, intoxicating lust.

"Did the insomnia affect your ears?", he whispers lowly, playfully concerned. "Or did you lose the willingness to follow commands that are given to you?"

You try to shake your head, but his hand holds your jaw in place. "Use your voice, "(Y/n)", he purrs.

"I- just", you stumble on your words, "I forgot. And it just felt so good and-" You break off, trying to avoid his eyes, but your gaze is limited with your head being held in place.

He notices your struggle and hums softly as you decide to look at his cheek. Picking up your gaze, he moves his eyes into your field of view.

His expression feels like an amused allegation and when you don't make any effort to defend yourself, he slides his hand down from your jaw to your neck. He grabs - lightly at first, then so tight you gasp and fail to hold back a moan.

"Does this help you remember?", he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. Dizziness corrupts your brain. "Does it?", he asks again, letting you inhale once before applying tight pressure again. You don't speak, even if you could. You just look at him and allow yourself to look as desperate as you feel. You'd be lying if you denied the pleasure that swirls up in your stomach, flowing into a pool of wetness between your legs. And so a noise - half moan, half gasp escapes your throat, and he's quick to let go. You inhale desperately, wrapped into the warm blanket of his careful gaze. This time, real concern is in his voice as he checks in on you. "Was I too rough? Are you okay?"

Still breathing heavily, you take his hand into yours as a response, leading him to wrap around your throat another time. No, you shake your head, "I liked it."

When he doesn't choke you again, you apply pressure to his hand, encouraging him, but now he's the one to shake his head. "Patience, Darling, not too fast. We do intend to get you tired after all, right?"

You feel yourself long for his touch not even moments after he pulls his hands from you completely, grabbing a pillow and making his way back through the tangled sheets to lean onto the headboard. Through eyes narrowed in confusion, you watch his moonlit frame get comfortable on the other side of the bed, away from you.

"Hm?", he makes. "All clothes off, then touch yourself."

[chaotic-kitty]

The Arcana: Muriel NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Explicit content. Minors DNI

Hey hey. Ummm…..I uploaded this a while ago but the post was glitching and so I took it down. I forgot to put it back up, so here we are. Gonna try this again. Enjoy! 😭💖

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Muriel can be relatively quiet afterwards. He makes sure you’re both cleaned up and taken care of. Also checks in on you to see how you’re feeling. Will happily just lay there cuddling with you, either in silence or talking quietly with you. There are times when he is more talkative and playful afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Muriel doesn’t like his body. Doesn’t like his hands, his arms, legs, anything. All he can see is the bloodshed his body caused in the past. He sees a body that he thought his parents couldn’t feed. He doesn’t like the scars that cover his body, as they are a recollection of stories he’d rather forget. He doesn’t see how one could necessarily like their body, or a specific part of it. But once you come into his life, he gains an appreciation for different parts of his body that he never had before. He appreciates his hands for being able to hold your hand or stroke your hair. He appreciates his arms for being able to hold you. He appreciates his chest and abdomen because of all the times you’ve snuggled up there. He appreciates other parts for being able to bring you pleasure. He just appreciates himself after you. 

As for his favourite body part on you, how could he ever pick just one thing? He loves and adores everything, every part of you. From your eyes to your lips, to your chest and your legs. He loves everything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When Muriel cums, boy does cum! No matter how long between sessions, he still has a lot of it. Doesn’t mind the taste of it, in fact, he likes the taste. Cum in general also doesn’t bother him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Muriel doesn’t really have dirty secrets. Perhaps the dirtiest secret he has is, he actually feels sexual urges and desires much more than he would like to admit or more than anyone would guess. He tries to suppress it or ignore it, but every so often he’ll give in. Once he ends up in a relationship, he’s able to feel and experience those feeling on a much deeper level.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Muriel doesn’t have any experience with sex or relationships in general. Muriel has never had the desire to be intimate or with anyone because of how he views himself and his relationships. It’s not because he didn’t feel attraction or desire, he just didn’t let himself feel those things. And he viewed himself as not worthy of love in any of its forms, and also couldn’t comprehend how anyone would ever want him. So, you are the only experience he has.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Muriel’s favourite position in the beginning is Cowgirl, and other positions where his partner can be on top. This makes him feel better, knowing that you are, for the most part, in control. And he’s less worried about crushing you or hurting you. 

Once he’s gotten more confident, he likes wall sex and fucking you on countertops, etc. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Muriel will likely be more serious and focused on the task at hand, but, he will also have times when he is goofy, humorous, and smug! The latter becoming more frequent as he becomes comfortable with sex and learns more about his partner and what they’re like in bed. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpets match the drapes. Muriel doesn’t groom himself down there, at all. He washes himself (obviously) but keeps everything untouched or untamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He can be tentative at first, but, he’s always gentle and caring. Often checks in with you. Besides being hesitant at first, he can get very into it. Not so great with the romance, but does try to be romantic! Especially on special occasions.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Has tried it on multiple occasions. But he very very very rarely does it. He can give into the urge when he has it but resists as much as possible. He views it as another kind of pleasure he’s not worthy of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink?

Size kink

Praise Kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

His favourite location is anywhere as long as it’s with you.😏 Though, he prefers in the comfort of home…..and a bed. It makes him feel safe and less anxious.

He likes to know that you’re not being heard or people aren’t going to walk in. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You.

Muriel gets turned on by you, mainly. It can be quite easy to turn him on. Anything from teasing him, to him just watching you do some you love. Anytime he sees you gushing over something, or being confident doing something, he just thinks about how he loves you and just spirals from there until he’s needy for you. 

He also just gets spontaneous bursts of horniness.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Chocking, slapping, spanking, etc. Any form of physical “harm” is off the table, even if it’s for pleasure. He doesn’t like hurting you or thinking he’s hurting you. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves oral. Like, LOVES IT. Well, giving it at least. He relishes in being able to bring his lover that kind of pleasure. And adores your reactions. As for skill, he’s surprisingly mind-blowing at it. 

Ever heard of the expression, “[eating] like a man starved”? That’s Muriel when it comes to giving oral.

As for receiving it, once he’s experienced it, he enjoys it! More than he would care to admit. It is something that he doesn’t ask for, though, and is shy about it when he’s offered.

P = Pace (Are they fasts and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Muriel’s pace is usually slowish as he’s scared of accidentally hurting you. But, his pace depends on what kind of mood it is and what you’re enjoying. If you’re making love~ or heavy in a romantic moment, he’s likely to be all round more sensual, pace included. If you’ve both reached a point where you’re absolutely desperate for one another, his pace is likely to be hard and rough as he chases his own high as well as bringing you to your high. Whatever the mood, his pace will match.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t like the idea of them that much, especially in public. Anytime that you do it, which is rarely, it almost always leads to you two fully going at it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In the first year or so, he’s not up for taking too many risks or trying too many things. He’s willing to experiment with different positions or techniques in that time, but not up for anything more than that. Eventually, though, he’ll try expanding his horizons, so-to-speak. But, he will still have things that fall outside his boundaries that he will not likely try. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It really depends. On average, he can last a round or two back-to-back. If he has enough alcohol in his system, he may be able to go for more. Sessions can last up to an hour or more, especially as he spends a lot of time with foreplay and making sure you’re satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Muriel doesn’t own toys. He would also be very hesitant to have them used on him, and even more hesitant using them on you. Might warm up to the idea once you’ve both become more experienced and comfortable with one another.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he’s comfortable enough? A whole damn lot. Everything from teasing you and getting you riled up even before anything happens, all the while acting nonchalant about it. He’ll tease you by kissing you everywhere but where you want him, and will keep this up until you’re begging him to please you. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He grunts. It can be pretty loud, but he tries to not make any noise. Once he gets more comfortable, he won’t hold back as much. He sometimes moans if you get him really riled up, and you’re teasing his most sensitive areas. When he does moan, it is a beautiful and unrestrained sound. Will probably blush very hard if he hears himself moan.😂

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While there is no place like home, as long as you’re away from people, Muriel will happily engage in sexual activities with you in the woods (forest areas). 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s big. Like BIG. In length, but more so in girth. His size doesn’t change that much when he’s erect. Because of his size~ it is not very likely that you’ll be able to take all of him, even if you try different positions. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high, not that low. Pretty average. Unless, you’re deliberately trying to turn him on using the methods that get him going. If that’s the case, his sex drive can be high.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He falls asleep only after you do. This can be a matter of seconds if he’s fought through his tiredness. He just likes to know that you’re definitely safe and okay. And he’s usually the first one up.

[angelltheninth]

Sell Me a Dream

Pairing: Asra x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dream sex, reunion sex, outdoor sex (sort of), gentle sex, praise, clit stimulation, emotional, kink discussion, breeding kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: The amount of thirst for this man is unreal and yes I know I'm contributing to that too.

Working in the palace was an amazing experience for the most part. You'd made friends with the lovely Countess and her bubbly, trustworthy maid, you'd been to a few festivities here and there and even made friends in town, some less shady than others.

All of that, while wonderful, made you miss Asra that much more. You knew he would come back, he always did, but that didn't stop the waves of loneliness. Or the amount of dreams he's appeared in for that matter. In fact those dreams have only been increasing in frequency as time went on.

It was always the same setting: a moonlit field with a ring of threes, lights flickering among them and a starry ska above. In some you were dancing, in some you were kissing, in some you were talking, in some you were doing a whole lot more with a lot less clothes. This was one of those dreams.

You lay on the grass, your silk sleeping robe untied and falling around your shoulders, fully exposing your naked body to Asra's hungry eyes and touches.

"How should I do this starlight? What do you want from me tonight?" He kept asking all the while knowing exactly how his barely there touches and lips riled you up.

"To stop teasing me already." You reached between your bodies and grabbed hold of his hard cock and upon giving it a few strokes got a heavy trail of cum smearing your forearm, "I miss you Asra. A lot."

"I miss you as well. That's why we have these dreams. This place in which only you and I exist. Where we can do anything." His hips jerked against yours, hard cock rolling over your clit causing you to gasp against his neck. "So tell me, what do you want from me tonight? I need a clear answer."

"Well since this is a dream," You wrap your legs around his lower back, preventing him from moving back, "I want you to come inside me. There's no risk this way right?"

Asra's face went a shade darker at your request. There were herbs and teas that you used in the event that the two of you were too caught up in each other. He never considered that there would be no need for such things here.

"Is... this something you've been afraid to ask me?" You attempted to avoid the answer by rubbing your slick cunt across his cock and trying to get him at the correct angle. "Love please. I won't be mad with you. I want to make your dreams come true. That's always been my goal since the day we met."

Make your dreams come true. Is that why he was here right now? A part of you knew that this was the real him, but somehow living in this dream-like reality and the one where he's away made everything all the more painful, yet easier. In these moments, where he was ready and willing to give his all to you, there was no doubting his love and devotion.

"Not scared of you, I would never be scared of you. If something were to happen to you and I was left all alone, as much as I love how it feels when you finish inside of me I'm not to selfish as to put a kid though a world without you."

"How long have you felt this way?" His hands smoothed over your shoulders in comforting rubs, his lips hovering inches above yours, beautiful starry eyes looking into your very soul.

"Since I first asked you to being me the tea." That was months ago. Almost a year in fact. "I should have told you. You're my lover, you deserve to know these things."

Asra smiled and shook his head. His lips were warm on your forehead as he tried to kiss the sorrow away, "I'm very happy you told me. So it's the sensation of it that you like, rather than the opportunity to get pregnant? You don't want a child?" He pressed his warm palm against your stomach.

"Not right away. Perhaps some day in the future, if that's alright. I'm sure you'd be a great father." You believed that with all your heart, you saw how much he cared for you, how he cherished you, there was no doubt he'd do the same for his kid.

He let out a delighted hum, his cock jumping at the idea of getting you heavy and pregnant with his child. "I understand now." He smiled a little mischievously as he lined the tip of his cock with entrance, "So you want me to breed you. I wish you'd asked this sooner, I would have spend an entire month filling you up with cum."

"Please. You can fill me up now, I'll take all your cum." You couldn't stop a hint of desperation from appearing in your trembling voice. Your hands found purchase right above his hips working together with your legs to push him inside.

You cloud see any hint of hesitation that was still on his features vanish as he sank in, your soft, velvety walls welcoming his cock. "As many times as you want." He started rolling his hips, moving slow and deep, one hand hovering close to yours on his hip, "You've been so honest in what you want. I won't stop until my cum is flowing out of you like a river. I won't stop until you tell me to, plead me to." With each sentence he increased the speed of his thrusts, "I long to see you like that, my cum where it belongs, my cock where it belongs, your body shaking with pleasure."

"Asra." You let out a long sigh, you wanted to milk his cock dry, you wanted it now, "I don't want to wait."

"You're being impatient. Have you perhaps become a bad girl in my absence?" His lips closed around one of your nipples, hardening it with his teeth and tongue before releasing it to the cool air with a wet pop sound.

"No. I'm your good girl." You hugged his head close to your chest, your heart racing as your orgasm began to build rapidly, "I'm always good for you. So really should reward me."

"That so? Do you think good girls beg to be breed like bitches in heat? Do they beg to have a cock shoved deep into a tight little pussy? Do they beg to have said pussy ruined by cum?" He was playing with you, testing and prodding your boundaries, your limits.

"Yes, yes, I'm begging you. Breed me, push your cock deep into my pussy, ruin me with your cum, make me yours." You nearly wept as you managed to choke out the words interrupted by your moans.

Asra delivered a firm kiss on your lips, his hot tongue sliding soothingly against yours, "You are mine. You always shall be, my beautiful starlight." He sealed the promise with his cum, shooting it deep into your womb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the only thing that still kept you grounded was the warmth and safety of Astra's body on top of yours.

It was more than enough to bring you over the edge, your dream ending in a beautiful, almost painful climax and Astra whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

[asras-girl]

warnings: slight somno, not proofread, fem reader, switch asra, maybe ooc

asra loved sleeping next to you. he could forget about having to leave and all of his responsibilities, in favor of thinking about how great it felt to have your warm body pressed against him. but he couldn't think about it for too long, or he'd end up with a problem like the one he had right now.

his cock strained against his underwear. fuck, he thought. this was gonna be really hard to shake with you next to him. he was trying to distract himself when your legs wrapped around one of his. he felt your warm pussy press against his thigh through your shorts. he immediately gave up trying to make his hard-on go away when you wiggled your hips slightly. he heard your calm, sleepy breathing waver and bit back a groan.

he couldn't resist pressing his leg against you harder. you inhaled sharply in your sleep, and he wondered how you weren't awake with all the shuffling he'd been doing. he started to move his leg a bit and you shuddered. your eyelids flutter and he freezes.

"fuck, asra, keep doing that," you mumble sleepily. you move closer to him for more friction, and the small dark spot on his underwear where his cock leaks pre catches your eye. there's an obvious, almost painful looking tent there. you figure he needs this, based off of the way his eyes darken with lust when you move your hand to palm him, hard.

"oh, gods...," asra moans when you slip your hand under his boxers to stroke him. his dick twitches a bit in your grasp. he grinds his leg against your pussy harder in response.

"what do you want me to do to you?" you ask softly.

"please...i need your mouth, please, fuck." he whispered. you decided not to tease him any longer, he seemed desperate. you pulled down his underwear to watch his cock smack against his stomach. you couldn't wait to make him a moaning mess.

he let out a little whimper when you take his leaky tip into your mouth. he tastes good, his diet making his cum a little on the sweeter side. you pressed your tongue lightly against his frenulum, making him gasp and cry out. his sensitivity was almost cute.

you kept circling your tongue around his tip, causing him to squirm in pleasure. his hips buck up, pushing his cock further down your throat. you swallowed around him, and that was it for him. his cock jumped in your mouth as ropes of cum spurted out of his slit.

he let out pretty noises as he rode out his orgasm. once he finished cumming, you pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed his cum. breathing ragged, he stroked your cheek with his thumb gently. after he calmed down a bit, you found yourself under him as he pressed kisses to your neck.

"my turn," he whispered in your ear.

[malaks-perch]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧...

that's right, you've found asra's masterlist. if requests are open, please feel free to leave your mark

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

asra comes home to you, link

aphrodisiacs with asra and muriel, link

going shopping with everyone, link

asra meets a dancer, link

you dream of asra, link

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

alpha!asra alnazar, link

camboy!asra alnazar, link

bathtime fun with asra, link

what dating asra is like, link

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

Quick HCs!

The M6 favorite places to ♧winkwink♧

Asra - on top of the desert house. The stars shine bright, the wind brings the desert's scent, the bricks are still hot and the air is cool.

Nadia - that huge bathtub of hers, at dusk, when the city starts to glow behind the window.

Julian - the back of some infamous pub or nightclub, with the voices and music still ringing in your ears and the fear of being found.

Portia - her big, comfy bed. The morning sun sliding in through the lace curtains and the breakfast on her bed table still hot and fuming.

Muriel - on that big, soft patch of musk just next to the waterfall. The water sometimes gets to your backs, making you shiver.

Lucio - the opera theater, in his big opulent box, barely hidden by the darkness and the music.

[yourftmfriend]

Asra was now on top of you.

“Are you sure about this?”

Asra softly asked, not wanting you to force you.

“Yes please…”

You answered.

He guided your lubed up dick to his hole and started to sink down on your cock slowly.

You bit your lip holding back your moans while Asra let out breathy whimpers.

When he got it all in he waited for a few seconds to adjust.

When he got used to your sized he started moving slowly.

Really slowly.

You gripped his hips, trying not to sink your nails in his skin.

With that dumb smirk of his on his face he said,

“Are you enjoying this ha-ah~ pretty boy~”

Thats the sentenced that made you lose your control.

You sunk your nails in his tan skin and started brutally pounding him.

“WHH- HNNGGGH~”

“HA-AHHH~ S-ST- HNGGHHH~~”

Just as he was about to cum you pulled out.

Asra whining at the loss of your cock.

You laid him on the bed and held his wrists at his back and without warning you put it in again making him moan.

You started pounding him again making him moan like a cheap whore.

“CUHMMM~ PLEASE PLEASEE~”

You bit his neck harshly making him paint the sheets under him white.

He was drooling on the pillows now.

But you didnt stop.

You went faster and faster chasing your own high.

Pleading you to stop, Asra was now drooling and trying to push you away from him.

“NHHOOO NHOO PLEASEEE ST- UHHHNNN~”

He said before cumming harder than before.

You being close moved next to his ear and started moaning and telling him how you were close.

He was hard.

Rock hard.

His eyes rolling at the back of his skull and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his face was just enough to make you cum.

You letting go of his wrists and holding his waist tighter than ever, started rutting in his hole.

You came a few seconds later, filling him up and pulling out.

You wanted to carve this sight to your memory.

Him fucked out and braindead, not being able to move or say anything.

“Woah…~”