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Soft, lazy sex headcanons

lupizza123 asked: Are Headcannon requests open? If so can you do a headcannon for the main 6 for the soft, lazy sex? Like holding hands and lazily rocking against one another? Thx!

Asra

Morning sex is the best way to wake Asra up

He loves it when you hug him with your whole body, so naturally, disentangling yourselves in the morning leads to some fortunate rubbing of body parts

You can’t tell who’s on top with sleep still heavy on your bodies, but it hardly matters when you feel his breath on your collarbone, his hips pressed to yours, his heartbeat knocking on your chest 

Its hot and you don’t take long kicking the sheets off the bed and bringing him just a little bit closer with your legs

By the time you’ve cum, your limbs are more intertwined than they were before, and you figure five, or ten, or twenty more minutes of relaxation won’t hurt anyone

Julian

It’s no secret that, to get Julian into bed, you must first pin him down like your life depends on it 

Getting him out of bed, now that’s the tricky part 

Kisses don’t work, lightly caressing his nape until he shivers doesn’t, either. What can you do? It’s clear he’s awake

Slowly, you slide down, your hands announcing first where you’re going to touch next

He seems to tense up when he realizes (your lips have found his navel and work their way down) but he soon eases and let’s you continue 

True, you ended up staying in bed wayy past breakfast. After all, he couldn’t be the only one getting pleasured. But you say it’s worth it

Nadia

Ahh Nadia, why must she get up so early? Can’t she stay with you a little longer? Vesuvia can wait...

Nadia scoops you up in her arms and carries you to her bath, where nice warm water welcomes your still tired body. 

You feel Nadia with your body. Her breasts pressing on your back, her long legs caressing yours, her hair tickling you underwater. Her hands run up and down your body and between your legs. She uses her hand to have you moaning within minutes

There’s no way you’re going back to bed after that bath, but at least the day seems a bit brighter

Muriel

Mornings are calm with Muriel, though youre usually the one dragging him back to bed 

Not that he complains much under your attention, and he likes running his hands over your body while part of him is still asleep, like it calms him down 

things escalate when clothes are ridden up and breathing becomes erratic

before you notice, he’s pulled you by the hips up to his face to give you all the attention you deserve

Portia

She’s right up there with Julian in the “hardest to wake up” list

She’ll even pretend to still be asleep unless you drag her out of bed, then “accidentally” tumbles over you

She’ll cling to you and not let go then, and try to convince you to stay a bit longer with deep slow kisses you can’t help but give in to 

Before you know it your fingers are on her hair and her carpet doesn’t seem too uncomfortable...

Lucio

You know it was good sex when you wake up ready to continue from the previous night 

you hear in the distant a servant bring in your breakfast...they don’t make a sound as they leave it next to your bed and quickly get out of the room 

its bed and breakfast and sex all at once as you feed each other delicacies or eat them off each other’s bodies 

messy and a great morning routine 

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C D F I K for Muriel ur so great at writing

Hey anon! I don't think ive reblogged any letter prompts to this blog so im not sure what this is in reference to... ? You can submit specific prompts though!

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Julian fucks the goat

I cant tell if you mean Lucio or the Devil but Approved

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Surprisingly you're not marked explicit lol

On one hand thank you for not doing your job Tumblr but on the other gdi do your job Tumblr

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writing smut is still allowed, drawings too, are you still moving platforms?

It seems writing is but illustrations are not, if anything I might have to just stop posting art (which I wasn’t doing anymore anyway) and hope I don’t get deleted rip

Question tho, would y’all like to see other types of content from this blog that isn’t necessarily nsfw? Like a more general the arcana blog?

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@morrigaincrow thank you for the submission!! (Go check out their art it’s so good)

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HOPE THIS BLOG DOESNT DISAPPEAR ON US

Same here, nonny ): buuuuut if I do get deleted y’all are free to follow my main and drop your requests there (now let’s hope my main is safe dskjfgfhg) 

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*smacks the table with both my hands like Phoenix Wright* Your Honor, I must proclaim that this tumblr blog is the ONLY one that I will go to for some sweet NSFW fics of the Arcana.

Omg that’s such high praise 😭 I don’t update nearly enough to deserve it

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Do you have a character in mind 👀

Someone please fuck the goat.

Is that. a request

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Someone please fuck the goat.

Is that. a request

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Your stuff is always sooooo good

Awwww ❤️ that’s very nice of you thank you so much! I’m always happy to know my stuff is enjoyable~

And really messages like these make my day and push me out of writers block so thank you so so much

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Kinktober (overdue) Day 17 - Orgasm Denial

@fightmelikevulgora asked: orgasm denial for Nadia x reader (reader has a dick)

Nadia’s fingers follow the path up your parted legs, stopping just before they touch you where you need her most. Shivers race up and down you body. She’s been teasing you like this for what feels like hours. “I wonder…How long will you be able to hold it? Will you make it to one?” She presses a lingering kiss to your inner thigh. “Will you lose it before that?” Another kiss. “What should your punishment be, then? A week, or more, without touching you?”

Though no kiss follows, your skin still tingles with the anticipation of having her so close; her breath, her warmth. You can’t see her and yet her presence envelops you whole.

“Start counting, love.”

The blindfold conceals the blush that spreads across your cheeks. You know she won’t make another move until you comply. “One...hundred…”

Pleased, her lips wrap around your cock. It’s so overwhelming you almost forget you’re supposed to continue. “Ninety-nine…” You feel another shiver running down your back, “ninety-eight...”

The blindfold helps, somehow. You figure you’d cum untouched just from the way she must be watching you, and the way her tongue teases you, sucks you in with such passion you fear you might melt. “Nin-ah-ninety-sev--en…” You count down, breath hitching as her pace increases, number after number, she draws her lips up and down, gently at first, her hand steadying the base of your cock. You bite your lower lip before letting the numbers fall out of your mouth as you squirm beneath her, as she carries you towards a mind-blowing orgasm you can already feel curling your toes—

Her pace decreases when you get to eighty-nine. You’re almost certain she did a full stop. A sharp intake of breath helps you get back on track, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes dampen the cloth tied behind your head. And she builds up again, slow and sensual, letting you feel her feel every last bit of you. “Eight—eight…” You curse under your breath, trying to collect your thoughts.

She pulls back, so painfully slow you find yourself gripping the silk ribbons holding your wrists above your head. Her hand rests on your stomach to stop your hips from chasing the sensation. “What seems to be the matter?”

You know she knows, she just wants you to say it. “I… lost count.” You admit, steadying your breath as your release slips between your fingers.

“You know what you must do now, don’t you?” She parts your legs some more, massaging up your thighs. You nod. “I shall be using my fingers this time.” She says. The bed dips as she reaches for the bedside table.

“One hundred…” You begin once again, taking a deep breath as her now-lubed finger presses against the first ring of muscles. “Ninety-nine…”

The pressure is bearable, steady. She’s not pushing you more than you can handle, for now. But you wonder if it’s mercy or if she enjoys drawing out your pleasure that much. A combination of both, perhaps.

You know you’ve managed to make it back to where you left off because her mouth resumes her ministrations, lips closing around the tip of your dick just as you’ve passed eighty-two. You gasp, not expecting her tongue lapping at the dribbling precum. Through ragged breaths, you continue your countdown, and just as before, she relishes in the way she can make those tingles travel under your skin, settling in before she rips your orgasm away from you as soon as you feel it coming. Again. And again. And again.

She’s three fingers in, stretching you for you don’t know what, you won’t last long enough to find out and you can feel it in the way the “forty-six… hngh—forty-five, for-aah!-ty-four,” roll out of your tongue, “forty-three, hngh Nadia... forty-two…” Your release seemingly still so far and yet…

Her firm grip on you prevents your hips from bucking into her mouth as the cycle starts over. Six times. Six times you’ve been through it and the desperation only grows. She doesn’t need to increase the pace at all to push you towards the edge now, and as you count down, “thirty-three, thirty-two, thirty-one,” all she needs to do is run her tongue up your length to have you gasping for breath, a string of saliva rolling down the corner of your mouth, though you can hardly bring yourself to care.

Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, you try to go faster now that you’re so close you can taste it, twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one, but you don’t want to let your eagerness push you over an edge that right now has become razor-thin, with Nadia slowing down, only nudging you, her fingers curling inside you as you—

“Ugh… seventeen, a-ah! sixteen, fif—fifteen,” You can barely hear yourself over your heaving breaths, whether anything coming out of your mouth even makes sense, you don’t know, but Nadia hasn’t stopped you so you push through. Fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, “AH!” Your voice comes out in whimpers as “nine,” she draws back completely, “eight,” the air of the room cooling your precum-slick cock, “seven,” her fingers, too, begin to pull back, “six,” no, no, no, no, you want to say, “five,” you gulp as you feel your orgasm slipping through your fingers like smoke, “four,” and then it hits you all at once, “three,” the smooth, cushiony skin of her breasts pressed against your dick, as almost immediately she begins to move, “two...”

It’s too much. It’s too much it’s too much it’s too much, “One-Ahh!” Your back arches off the bed as you cum, losing yourself in the pleasure. It lasts, coursing through your whole body, sparked by Nadia continuing to milk your cock. Or at least you’re pretty sure that’s what she did.

When you come to, you’re in her arms, head pressed up against her still naked chest, though you notice she’s already cleaned herself, and you as well. Your head continues to spin as you look up to meet her gaze. You missed this. 

That’s the only part you don’t like about the blindfold; you don’t get to look into her eyes like this.

But it’s okay, you figure, you’ll always have these quiet moments after.

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Kinktober (lets pretend it’s) Day 15 - Intercrural Sex

@thesatyrsorcerer asked: Can I have some sweet cuddle-fucking with muriel? With a transman character

Perhaps you should have seen this coming. Cuddling naked with Muriel rarely stays as such for long. And it didn’t help to have Muriel’s muscular chest swelling against your back every time he breathes in, hot breath tickling your ear as he breathes out. Nor did it help to have your bare legs rubbing against him as you shift in his embrace. Or the way you could feel his suddenly very awake cock between your cheeks. He scoots back, breath hitching, hoping you won’t notice.

Oh but you do. You do and a little smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see Muriel advert his gaze when you turn your head to look at him.

“Something wrong?” You ask, hand reaching for his chin to connect your gazes once more. “You know I don’t mind it.”

When you draw back into him, strong hands seem guide your hips, instinctively. You feel his heart race in his chest as your free hand reaches between your thighs to grab his cock, inviting him, welcoming him.

His breath catches in his throat. “Are you sure?”

You hope the way you tease the head of his cock is enough of a reply, but if it isn’t, the way you lean into him, hungrily sealing your lips with his, seems to do the trick. Calloused hands hold you in place as he begins to move, slowly at first, almost hesitant. You deepen the kiss to reassure him.

It doesn’t take long for your thighs to become slick with precum, allowing him to slide in and out with ease, slowly increasing the pace at which he rolls his hips. A low grunt vibrates within his chest when you part your lips, tongue searching for his.

You can’t be sure if it’s the new position or if you’d just been teasing him for that long, but something definitely had Muriel more… eager, excited. His heart drums in his heaving chest, and you can already feel bruises on your skin from where his fingers dig into your hips whenever your thighs clench around him. You stifle a gasp as the head of his cock parts your folds, the sensation it elicits making your toes curl.

He parts the kiss then, flushed and out of breath. Neither of you have enough restraint to draw this out longer.

His hand squeezes your butt as you grind against him, a silent invitation to go a bit faster. He won’t last much longer, you can feel it in the way he twitches under your touch, the way his chest rises and falls erratically as you ride the tip of his cock, the very way he holds you as he brings his teeth to your shoulder.

With a spasm, he cums all over your stomach, a breathless moan getting lost in the walls of his hut. 

You plan to give him time to recover, your fingers lightly scratching at his stubble as you whisper about how well he did. But his hands are turning you around, propping you up on his leg like he’s offering it to you. He says nothing, hoping you take the hint. 

And you do, you do and you dip down to claim his lips once more, your hips rolling into him.

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Mc scissoring with Nadia!!

heyy i’m not too late this time! Kinktober Day 11 - Tribadism/Scissoring

Mornings with Nadia start early. Way earlier than you’re used to. A Countess needs time to herself before taking on her responsibilities with a whole city, after all. Taking a bath, combing her hair, stretching and, of course, you.

She takes her time kissing you like it’s part of her morning routine, like she needs it before she’s ready to start the day. She’s on top of you, one hand cradles your neck while the other roams up and down your side. You sigh into the kiss, arms wrapped around her. Well, you hardly mind waking up this early if your day starts like this.

Satin robes slide off your shoulders, she marvels at the marks she’s left on your skin, still as bright as when she put them there mere hours ago. She never lets them fade away completely, like she wants you to wear her on your body, show her off for the world to see just how much Nadia Satrinava loves you.

Your nipples perk up at her touch, like they’re welcoming back her hands as they wander down your body.

“What I wouldn’t give to stay with you in bed all morning, my dear.”

“There’s no reason it can’t last a bit more.” It’s a cold morning, the sun has barely risen. It would certainly be a pity to end it so soon when it seems the day itself is inviting you to stay in bed. She worries her lower lip like she’s thinking the same thing, even though she knows she should be getting ready. You push, only slightly. “Please?”

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Of course.”

Her fingers dig into your flesh as she lifts your leg over her shoulder. “You have become quite flexible, those morning exercises certainly have helped.”

It’s more than just the morning exercises, you want to say. Her thumb finds your pussy, cutting short your train of thought as she begins rubbing circles around your clit. You sink into the mattress, raising your hips to feel her more, eliciting those short bursts of pleasure that travel from your gut all the way to your toes.

You let out a frustrated whine as she removes her hand, forcing your hips back down. She laps at her thumb, tasting you without breaking eye-contact, a breath escapes you.

“Nadia…” You don’t get a chance to say anything else as she lowers her hips, her heat mixing with yours.

She watches you with half-lidded eyes, knowing that being at her mercy is enough to make you melt, or perhaps it’s just the way she’s grinding into you, slow and sensual at first, getting you used to the sensations.

It quickly stops being enough. Your hips buck into hers because you need more. She doesn’t stop you this time, her movements picking up speed, you can tell she’s lost in her own pleasure too, biting into her finger to stifle a moan as she rubs her slippery cunt against yours.

“Nadiaaaaaa” You call out, extending your arms up at her, begging her to be closer.

She lets your leg fall from her shoulder as she reaches for you. Your skin burns in all the right ways when she touches you, pulling you up. She steadies your hips into her rhythm, leading like she does when you dance; it’s easy to follow, and they way her gaze pierces yours fills you with exhilaration.

It is quite like dancing. You bring her close with one leg, your hips moving to no music other than your shared breaths, ragged as you both near your orgasms.

You press your forehead to hers, finally the spasms on your thighs overtaking you, bending your entire body into Nadia for her to hold close as she cums, too.

You throw your arms around her, legs clasped tight behind her back as you come down from your high.

A knock on the door startles you out of your afterglow. “Your bath is ready, milady!”

You share a look with Nadia before bursting out into giggles as she does the same.

“Care to join me in the bath, my dear?” She asks, tucking away a stray hair behind your ear.

“I would love nothing more.”

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Damn I love the way you write 😍

*deep breath*

*screaming*

No but seriously thank you so, so much ❤️ it makes my day to know people enjoy the stuff I make omg, can I give you a hug I wanna give you a hug ily anon

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Kinktober Day 7 - Praise Kink

Anonymous said: I don't know if you are keeping track of the days, but for kinktober, do you think you could do the public/formal attire ones for Asra x MC? and/or body worship? like MC praising his body? Thanks!!

((I’m keeping the ask so I can do public/formal when the day rolls around))

By the time you reach the bedroom, your bodies seem glued to each other. The noise of the masquerade fades into a murmur as the door closes, and all that remains is the shuffling of clothes as you rub against him, and he rubs against you.

You’re melting into him, or perhaps he’s melting into you. Your back arches into him as he parts the kiss, as if to make up for losing some of the closeness. He pants your name into your lips, lascivious eyes finding yours. He looks good enough to eat. And gods help you, there’s nothing you’d love more in this moment.

“I don’t think I ever did tell you just how good you look in that.” You say, palms sliding down lilac fabric.

“Mmh,” he leans in, searching for your lips again, “you did.” Your masks bump as he closes the distance for a chaste kiss.

Still in his embrace, you lead the way to the bed. “Oh but you still have no idea—” you say, sliding the mask off his face, “what seeing you like this does to me.” You press your palm to his chest, and he lets you push him down, pulling you in with him.

His eyes widen, sparkling. You’re certain you even hear him hitch a breath.

You slide your own mask off, lifting his hand to your face. His digits twitch as they brush against your lips. Awestruck, he watches you press lingering kisses to the tip of his fingers. “Show me.” He breathes. And that’s all you need to hear.

You take his index finger into your mouth without breaking eye-contact, teeth pulling on thin white fabric. One. You do the same with his thumb; two. And he copies your actions, taking his free hand to his mouth; three. He doesn’t seem to notice himself smiling up at you as he bites into his glove; four. You’re almost there; five.

You peel off one glove, and the other follows suit. “Well for starters,” you begin, pressing a kiss to his palm, and then his wrist, and up his arm, his shoulder, his neck, “your smell.” You say, pressing your nose to his skin as you take a deep breath. 

He shivers as you exhale. “What do I smell like?”

“Flower fields and summer nights.” You reply, tearing yourself apart from the need to drink his very essence with each breath.

He looks confused, though endeared. “And what do summer nights smell like?”

“Hmm,” you place your index finger on your chin, staring into the distance. The memories of your first few summers together flood into you. Well, the ones you still remember. Late night magic lessons, his hands on yours to help strengthen your spells, tired laughter echoing through the shop as you both grow progressively sleepier, and something as simple as making the patterns on the curtains dance becomes the highest form of comedy. You return a half-lidded grin at him, “magic.”

He seems to remember it, too.

Your fingers find his scalp, ruffling his hair just enough for it to recover some of its fluff.

“Sea foam.”

“Hm?”

“Your hair. Reminds me of the sea.” You explain, leaning in to bury your nose in his curls, giving a few affectionate pecks to his scalp. He closes his eyes as you cup his face, leaning into the attention. “And your eyes.” A tender kiss on his eyelids brings his gaze back to yours. “Did I ever tell you they shine like stars?”

Looking at your reflection in his eyes, it’s hard not to feel like you’re living inside him. He wouldn’t disagree with you there. He is part of you the same way you are part of him.

Peppering kisses along his jaw, you hear him let out a sigh. Your teeth drag on sensitive skin, teasing him before you dig into his flesh properly. He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his face burying in the crook of your neck.

You feel his cock, rock hard against you as he grasps your clothes. Your heart rate picks up as his hips roll into yours, his teeth digging into your shoulder, muffling his moans. You reciprocate immediately, creating more friction through your clothes.

“Mmh, I love hearing your voice.” You whisper in his ear. “You should let me hear you properly.” Your thumbs dig into his hip bones, bringing him closer. The pressure increasing on his cock draws out a moan from his throat. Yes.

“In fact,” you say, repeating the action, holding him in place as you rub against him, “there’s nothing I don’t love about you.” Nibbling on his earlobe, you hear another moan, one that carries your name on it.

You slide down, finding his nipples perking up under his clothes. You take one into your mouth, all you taste is fabric but he lets out a sharp breath all the same. “I love this part of you.”

Your hands ride up his clothes, baring his legs. “And this part of you.” You give his thighs a firm squeeze before continuing up.

“And of course,” settling between his legs, you lap at his erection through his clothes, “this part of you.”

Ah, there it is again, your name in his voice. You could get addicted to it if you aren’t careful.

As you take him into your mouth, his voice calling out to you in his pleasure, you’re not so sure you aren’t already addicted to it, pushing him in deeper and deeper every time he lets out a cry of pleasure.

He comes undone, gripping the sheets, completely wrapped up in your adoration. You drink his cum, removing yourself from his dick.

“One last thing.” You say, getting on top of him as he tries to recover his breath.

“What’s that?”

You claim his lips. It’s hot and passionate even as he’s coming down from his orgasm, you let him taste himself as your tongue slides against his. You’re out of breath too when you part the kiss.

“You taste amazing as well.”

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Kinktober Day 4 - Spanking

Some Nadia x Julian x Asra for the soul

Now on Ao3

He twists fabric in his hands until his knuckles turn white, his head buried in Asra’s lap and ass in the air. He isn’t yet quite sure he isn’t dreaming.

This exact scene—Julian, at the mercy of not one, but two of the most beautiful people he’s ever laid eyes on—, seemed to have been ripped straight out of one of Julian’s deepest fantasies. How ever did he manage to get so lucky?

Gentle fingers brush his hair. He feels their gazes burn into his skin, as if watching him squirm was the most fun they’ve had in years.

“You seem to be holding out well, doctor Devorak.”

He’d find it in himself to laugh if he could concentrate on anything other than the pressure on his dick begging to be released. Nadia teases the head of his cock with her fingertip, Julian shudders. He feels the wet splotches of drool he’s leaving on Asra’s robes, and he’s sure Asra feels them too, though he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.  

“Ack—please…”

“Now, now.” Asra says, cupping his chin to make him look up. “What did we say about asking for things properly?”

“Hnngh!—Countess, please, can I cum?”

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