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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 24 days

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ꕥ Asra Headcanons: Jealousy ꕥ

If ever there was a healthy relationship, it would be one with Asra— it's something that is very important to him and something he actively works to maintain

Despite his willingness to spend his near every waking moment with you, he's very accommodating when it comes to you needing space

It's this same mutual trust and stability that makes him so comfortable with you spending time with other people

Despite his maturity and security, the beginning of your relationship (like any) was a period of heightened emotion. In the midst of it all, despite himself, Asra still had tiny inklings of self doubt and worry when it came to you being alone with people who had little reason not to be more than friends

He hated his anxiety about it, and felt guilty that there was still any part of his mind that struggled to trust you and your devotion to him

From the start, however, he'd never found himself feeling insecure when you two were together among other people. He always felt that being around you was very grounding, and you seemed to be able to restore all his sensibilities

By now his trust in you is unwavering, and he feels fully secure in the place he has in your heart. There are, however... a few small exceptions to his confidence

It hits the hardest when he's away for long periods of time. Every idle moment is spent thinking of you, and he makes sure to communicate with you as frequently as he can, but eventually the guilt of leaving you alone catches up

He has immense gratitude for the people in your life able to keep you company in his absence, but sooner or later the regret begins to take the shape of a benign jealousy that others are caring for you when he ought to be

He hates feeling so helpless, but the longer he's away the more that shame piles up on his heart. The muted envy that others are getting to do his job is never resentment, he's too grateful that you have support around you. But he certainly does wish he were there with you, reclaiming his responsibilities as your partner

Beyond that, there's little that could put a dent in his faith in your relationship. He knows any attempt to alter your mutual affection will be entirely unsuccessful

If someone does try to make a move on you, he feels in no way threatened, but he's quick to indulge in a little flaunting. A hand sliding down around your waist... Leaning close to your face to speak to you... A kiss to your knuckles... Standing close enough to you that his body brushes yours... All little ways to simultaneously flirt with you and deter those interested

Overall, he's nearly never jealous, and could hardly be a better partner if he tried 🫶

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 18 days

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Vesuvia Weekly: Things the M6 don't do anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bahrtofane · 4 months

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Domestic asra

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In the early mornings before the shop is opened, before the day's prep work has begun, before the day has begun really, Asra has made it into a habit of dancing with you as he hums under his breath.

It started out as a silly thing, to get the both of you less puffy eyed and aware of your surroundings one day. A spur of the moment kinda thing if you will. But now it's become a staple of your mornings together.

He always hums something new, swaying you side to side while you stifle yawns and rub the sleep from your eyes. Some mornings you doze off in the crook in his neck. He pretends not to notice, gently rubbing your back and letting you have your precious moments of shut eye before the day must begin.

Other days it's Asra that ends up asleep, drooling on your shoulder while you stifle your laughter, faust peeking out from her nook. Sleepy ! And you nod in agreement. Very sleepy.

He promises to take you dancing properly, whispering into the base of your neck while you shoo him away from how ticklish it makes you. In the sunset while your favorite music plays he only confirms.

So your little morning routine turns into a proper outing. Isn't he cute?

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l0vem41l · 3 months

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heart for brains.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort-esque but not really, fluff (?) sensitive reader who loooves being tough, a few pet names are used (darling, lovely—) but sparingly because i can never take things seriously 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic </3 」

↳ ft. asra alnazar, julian devorak, lucio morgasson, muriel of the kokhuri, nadia satrinava, portia devorak

author's note: less of the “One Bad Thing happened and it fucking destroyed me” type of sensitive even though that’s so real and valid and more of the "big emotions are slowly killing me always" type. sorry if they're slightly ooc! i'm playing the game again,,,, eventually :> need to get their dialogue right AWIOFJWRIHFW (┬┬﹏┬┬) more lighthearted in lucio’s part (cant stand this bitch!!!!! /affectionate), and unfortunately nadia’s and portia’s are criminally short (；′⌒`)........ i love them i just haven’t played their routes also also!!!! used some borders from @cafekitsune in this!! lmk if it makes things easier to read cuz i might keep it! (☆-ｖ-)

" life's hard when you're soft. "

▸ ASRA has grown the most familiar with your routine. you’re not quite fragile, as he’s come to discover— just that you tend to swallow your emotions down with a smile, only for them to rise back up at the slightest inconvenience. in a few moments— as predicted— the tears stinging in your eyes finally begin slipping.

he gently cups your face, even as you attempt to hide away and avert your gaze, drying your cheeks with his fingers. you swear to him, through mumbles and sobs that you’re trying to toughen up— you’re really trying— while insisting there’s no reason for you to be upset about your little predicament while you choke back the sob rising in your throat. they know you too well for those feeble attempts to convince them.

“shhh… it’s alright. it’s alright.” asra’s voice is understanding. patient. they wouldn’t care if you were crying over the smallest matter in the universe right now. all their focus is on calming you down.

while asra believes and insists that your capacity for strong emotions is a blessing and not a curse like you tend to think, he does wish that your tenderness would not be so abused by the world around you. at the end of the day, he reminds you that you’ve got his love— that he’ll always be there to wipe your tears away— but will always secretly wonder to himself about why you continue to be so recklessly kind.

even so, you’re never to blame for your big heart in their eyes. and slowly, everything they do to make the world a better place is in hope that one day, the world will be sweeter to you.

▸ JULIAN does quietly and internally freak out when he first sees you cry— not because he doesn’t know what to do, but rather because he hadn’t expected seeing you, out of all people, like this. you— the person who always seemed to find something to be happy about instead of dwelling on your misery. you— who frequently brushed off inconveniences and upsetting circumstances with little to no thought. you— who always bounced back, always saw it through.

oh, but he could never be upset with you for crying. not at all.

he knows he can’t just leave you sobbing your eyes out. so, with the sensibility that he has, he gently guides you to a quiet place for you and allows you to lean against him. he’ll attempt to talk you through it, even if you don’t feel like speaking, hoping that the one-sided conversation of his ramblings will at least distract you, if not soothe you.

your head to his chest, he takes one of your hands in his, while the other gently grips your hip. tells you how brave and strong you are— even if you don’t seem particularly inclined to believe him at the moment, shooting a small glare at him through watery eyes as he says these things.

“i wasn’t patronizing you,” he says, eyebrows raising slightly as your shoulders tense, “i mean it.”

you take a deep breath, gauging the sincerity of his words, before finally relaxing.

“‘m sorry… it’s stupid— i know it is. you shouldn’t have to do this.” you sniffle.

for a moment, julian only shakes his head in response, his thumb caressing the top of your hand as he squeezes it. “but darling, i want to.”

while he’s not as attuned with your emotions as asra, julian is good at getting you to calm down. will definitely do a few breathing exercises with you to help you ground yourself, in between his affirmations and reassurances.

▸ is it really all that surprising that LUCIO is completely clueless? in his eyes, everything was going completely fine for you two seconds ago— or so it seemed. here he was, just coming by to check on you, only to watch you crumple into yourself, hiding your face in your hands as you muttered a half-hearted “go away.”

he’s too stubborn to listen to that. besides, even he knows he’d be a massive asshole if he just left you like this. instead, lucio sits right next to you, shoulder pressed up to yours, and asks about what happened. perhaps pester is a better word.

while not intentionally rude, he’s slightly dismissive of the situation at first, wondering why in the world something so trivial would matter so much to you. it takes a second, but lucio backpedals on this immediately when he realizes you're not calming down, you're getting worse. your breathing grows quicker and more tears spill— you don’t even reply to him. oopsies. silent comfort it is.

he’s not completely useless. instead of using words, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, allowing you to cry it out for as long as you need. part of you wants to question when he gained the capacity to shut up— but you don’t feel the need to be particularly snarky at the moment. he’s trying his best to be sweet to you.

will be more attentive for the days after, assuring you that you needn’t give into the urge to “toughen up” when he’s around.

“stay soft, i can fight.” he grins, giving you a wink that makes you roll your eyes at him almost instinctively.

still, the tiny laugh that escapes your lips ends up betraying any sort of exasperation you meant to convey as you playfully hit his bicep as you tell him to quit. was his tone light hearted? yes. was he kidding? of course not.

▸ there’s a moment where your lip quivers and your eyes water up that makes MURIEL feel like he’s looking into a reflection of himself somehow. his heart sinks completely at the sight of you breaking down, as he searches for the right thing to say.

he’s flooded with relief when you make an attempt to speak first, even if it’s just you stumbling over your words to lie directly to his face.

you take in a shaky breath, awkwardly shrinking yourself away by crossing your arms. “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter—”

“it matters to me.” he replies softly.

muriel is much better at listening than he is at speaking in these situations, so he allows you to vent all you need as you cry. you feel these emotions so deeply, so strongly— he wonders how you managed for so long concealing these feelings.

“yeah… i get it.” he murmurs, nodding when you rant. to his horror, the tone comes out much more blunt than intended— almost sarcastic— but you know that he understands the minute you look into his eyes. he’s nothing but honest.

after a moment of silence, he asks what you need. you don’t verbalize, instead opting for awkwardly gesture with open arms, half expecting him to hesitate at your request. instead, much to your surprise and his he simply brings you close and sets you on his lap. holding you in his arms like he’s afraid you might break if he tightens the embrace any further, muriel hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

leans more on acts of service as a form of comfort as well. will bring you water, blankets— will even brave the market to buy you your favorite snack. anything for you.

▸ NADIA’s first attempt is to deal with it logically. initially, she asks you a lot of questions, asks what she can do better— but ceases the minute you struggle to respond, only shaking your head while the words incoherently fall from your lips between sobs.

she sighs, realizing her short-comings. now isn’t the time for problem solving. you need comfort. “forgive me, lovely. i didn’t mean to upset you further.”

LUCIO TAKE FUCKING NOTES.

her embrace is loving. it almost feels like she’s trying to shield you from the world and it’s harshness towards you. nadia plants a kiss to your temple before allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder. as you stay in her arms, she rubs your back, promising that everything will be alright.

she’ll make sure of it too. will 100% throw a sharp glare at anyone who accidentally intrudes on this moment.

▸ it’s almost instinctual, the way PORTIA responds. you haven’t said a thing, yet she notes the way your hands begin trembling, eyes brimming with tears. she immediately gets protective, asking which idiot made you feel so upset with full intention to beat their ass if she ever crossed paths with them— but questions no further when you don’t reply.

physically affectionate as ever, with your permission, portia kisses your tears away, pressing her lips to your face sweetly as she cradles it in her hands.

will not baby you for being sensitive, but will grow more defensive of you. of course she knows you can handle yourself like you keep on reminding, but you’ve been doing it for so long. too long. shows you that she’s right there to support you no matter what, always on your side.

" you've got our love "

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to-the-stars8 · 8 months

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A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

Summary: Asra wakes up to you, and it breaks his heart.

When Asra opened his eyes, he saw you looking down at him, smiling. It had been so long since he had seen you, so he let his eyes drink their fill of your beauty. Like the first time he had met you, Asra could feel his heartbeat quicken as he followed your bright eyes. Even amongst precious silks and furs, there wasn’t enough coin in the world that could buy him the same comfort as your touch did. Leaning over him, you traced his body delicately, fingers feeling like you were tracing him with the petals of a flower. Gods, there weren’t words to describe just how in love with you he still was.

“Is something wrong, my love,” You said. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I sense that you’re stressed.”

Asra sucked in a breath as your voice rang in his ears. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, eyes staring into the flames of the fireplace across the room. After a moment, he looked back at you. “I am fine. You do not need to worry about me.”

You ‘tsked’, a sound Asra knew you made when not satisfied. “I believe we both know that is a lie. Now, if you tell me,” You paused, pressing a ghost of a kiss on his bare shoulder. “There will be a reward.”

He chuckled, hands turning into fists as he remembered your rewards and how it would get him to spill every secret he had. For once, Asra did not fall for it. “I promise you, it is no lie. I am most okay when you are here.”

He looked into your eyes and saw them soften at the affection he gave. There was nothing he would not do for you. You laid your hand against Asra’s chest, and he swore he could feel the warmth through his body.

“You need a break, I can tell you have been working too hard,” You said cheerfully. Still, your voice was soft. “Maybe, we could take a trip to that one place you took me for my birthday…Theー Damn it all, I forget the name of it. The one where the stars shined the brightest.”

Asra could not recall the name of the place either but remembered the night well. The stars never seemed so bright than when he looked into your eyes. Gods, he thought, what were those damned stars worth if they could not be seen through your eyes?

“Yes,” He said. “We should. Tomorrow, perhaps?”

You grinned. “Yes! We will go in the morning. I have some things to finish up here in the meantime.” Looking down at him again, you patted his chest. “For now, get some sleep, my love. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.”

Asra did as you said, sparing his heart from the sight of you. It was for a moment before he yearned to see you again, but, just like that, he was alone. The room was dark, no fire had ever been lit and it was deathly quiet. Sitting up, Asra sobbed into his hands as he cursed himself for letting you go. He could not bear this quietness, nor the conversations with your ghost.

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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Dewdrops - Asra

notes - Asra brainrot bad dudes. He is so fine and I have been wanting to kiss him all week, so here's a lil fic lol. I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated!! <33 @thearcanagame yall should hire me to write arcana stories haha jkjk... unless tee hee word count - 538 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You woke up delirious, blinking rapidly to get the bright sun out of your eyes. The air felt different than usual. Humid. Cold.

You felt that you were somewhere familiar, but there was also something strange about it.

A dream. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it.

You still couldn't see, so you tried to sit up and block your eyes from the brightness above you. When you sat up, you felt something fall from you, like a weight. But it sounded like you were under water.

What was going on?

You were finally able to see a little bit better after a couple more blinks and saw that you were definitely somewhere dream like. And you looked like you were just lying in a pond.

You tilted you head and tried to stand up, but your legs were much to weak for that.

The water you were in, you noticed, changed from shades of purple to blue and even looked like there was glitter swirling at the bottom.

But what shocked you the most is when you turned next to you to find Asra fast asleep in the pond. There were dewdrops in his hair and falling from his lips.

How the heck did you two end up here?

"Asra." You tried lightly shaking him to wake him up, but nothing. "Asra! Hey, wake up!"

You watched his white eyelashes flutter open until they shut again, probably from the brightness of the sun, if that even was the sun.

You blocked it nonetheless and cupped Asra's face, wiping the water away from the corners of his eyes. "Asra."

His eyes finally opened and he smiled when he saw you. As he sat up - holding you in his lap - water dripped from his clothes and his body.

There was a dewdrop on his lip that looked rather kissable...

"Where are we?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eye.

"No clue. I thought you would've known, almighty Master Asra."

"Ew," he giggled. "Don't call me that. Just... let me get my bearings. I should be able to tell."

You got off of his lap and tucked his wet hair behind his ear while he looked around.

You both knew where you were. A sprit realm of some kind. But how you got there was beyond you.

"A spell..." Asra slowly began to remember. "Hm. Must've hit us hard."

"You don't think it was me, do you?" you asked frantically.

"No, I don't think so. And even if it was, I guess fate was telling us we needed a nap. Either way," he stood up and stretched, reaching his hand out to yours. "We'll figure it out along the way. Let's get going, yeah?"

You nodded and took his hand, letting him help you up. Your legs were still weak, but with Asra's help, you would be fine.

"You have water on your lips." you told him cheekily.

"Oh? Than why not help get it off." he smirked.

You pressed your lips to his, licking of the water lightly. He held you by the waist and pressed his chest to yours smiling in the kiss.

He didn't have the heart to tell you that you messed up a spell.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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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.

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thefishermansharbor · 11 months

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Hi, is it alright if you do head canons about an mc who doesn't talk most of the time but when they do they have a very deep and raspy voice and how Asra, Nadia and Julian react to hearing their voice for the first time? it's okay if you don't want to work on this request

The arcana’s reactions to MC having a deep voice!

The arcana x GN!Reader.

Asra Alnazar:

One of the very few to actually expect you to have a deep voice. They don’t mind it at all, and wasn’t really paying attention to it in the first place.

They don’t think much of it, but something they do wonder about is what your singing voice sounds like.

Laughs whenever they see people be shocked / super surprised when they hear your voice. They think that every part of you is wonderful, but is your voice really all that special?

Asra is a firm listener over talker. They’re happy to listen to you talk about whatever you want for as long as you want, they enjoy the sound of your voice and want to know your opinions.

Nadia Satrinava:

At first, she’s surprised. But she quickly grows accustomed to it, and finds it endearing. It’s one of her favorite qualities about you.

She loves the way you say her name with your deep voice, it makes her feel really happy and she thinks about it often.

If you’re insecure about your voice, she shuts it down quickly and talks about how much she enjoys hearing you.

She also likes the way certain words feel sharper and quicker when you say them, it makes you sound attractive to her.

Julian Devorak:

He was surprised at first. He just kind of stood there - totally baffled. He thought of you as this sweet person, and that sort of rocked his view of you a bit.

But then again, it’s only your voice and within a week he got used to the sound of it. It always makes him laugh when he thinks of how nice you look and then the deep voice you have.

There’s nothing better than hearing your voice over the phone or in person after he’s had a rough day. He finds your familiarity comforting.

He thinks that you definitely shouldn’t be insecure of it, but he isn’t sure about how he’ll put into words just how much he loves your voice.

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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.

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writing-fanics · 1 year

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[a/n: child says mama but reader is gender neutral]

all he could ever ask for

Asra x Gender-Neutral!Reader

[Y/n] smiled, gently bouncing the toddler in their arms as they made breakfast. Safiya giggled, as their parent pretended to nibble on her neck. [Y/n] chuckled, looking at their child who had their nose, but had their father’s looks.

“Mama stop it.” Safiya says, between giggles her tiny hands pressed against her parents face. “Ooh, but you look so delicious!” [Y/n] cooed, pretending to nibble on their daughter neck.

Safiya held tilted back and noticed, Asra standing in the door frame. “Daddy help!” She giggled, playfully reaching out towards her father.

Asra walked towards his daughter and started pretending to nibble on her neck as well. Causing her to burst into laughter as her parents tickled her.

He took his daughter into his arms, letting his spouse finish breakfast. “Daddy?” Safiya said, causing her father too look down at his daughter. “What is it, little one?” He asked, and she looked up at him curiously.

“will I ever become a magician like you?” she asked, and he smiled looking down at his daughter.

“one day, if you want.” he says, bopping her on the nose. she giggled, “what about me?” [Y/n] cuts in, placing the plates of food on the table.

“I’m great too?” They said, and Safiya looked at them and shook their head. “Not as good as daddy.” She said, and [Y/n] gasped placing their hand over their heart. acting as if it hurt them and sulked walking away.

“Safiya, that isn’t nice.” He said, looking at his daughter who frowned.

“Sorry mommy.” She apologized, and [Y/n] shook their head and kissed their daughter on her forehead. Asra smiled seeing this, and sat down at the table with his family. He couldn’t of asked for more.

Both Y/n and Asra, made sacrifices to be where they are now. And to now have a little girl in their life and another on the way, their life couldn’t be more perfect.

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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 25 days

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☼ Asra headcanons: in the morning ☼

Wakes up all sleepy and bed headed, wearing comfy oversized clothes, to shuffle over to where you've gone and nuzzle into your neck, hugging your waist

Wants to be near you and touching your skin almost constantly, as if he needs to make up for lost time he spent sleeping

In reality, it's more so that he can hardly fathom that you're here with him, in his home, after sharing his bed— and seeing you in the morning so trustingly welcoming him into the vulnerability and domesticity of this disheveled, unpolished facet of life just fills his heart with more love than he can express

So, he tries to take in as much as he possibly can, relishing and treasuring these domestic moments with you

Being Asra's partner, you'd have to get used to his eyes fixed on you constantly. Especially in the morning. Each new day he begins with you by his side is one more day he falls in love with you all over again, and it's all he can do not to admire you with awe

Doesn't matter your body type— doesn't matter how messy your hair is when you wake up, or how tired your face is— he simply adores all of you. Every little curve, every little detail, every motion you make... he takes it all in with such affection, as if he'd spend every heartbeat away from you replaying these memories desperately

His favorite possible way to spend mornings with you is slowly waking up with coffee or tea, huddled up under a blanket at home with the windows open to hear the birds

Truthfully, it's this scenario that plays in his head most often when he's away from you for long periods of time. Apart from... other idle fantasies

Asra enjoys singing, but most often it's during moments like these— he'll hum softly, blissfully content with you leaning into him. But don't think he doesn't know what he's doing when you're snuggled up to his chest and can hear the deep, honey-smooth rumbling of his morning voice... he knows you too well for you to be able to hide the way he makes you melt

WILL tease you about it. Occasionally he'll leave it be, instead just smiling with amused affection. If he does tease you about it, though... it would easily be one of those instances where your next response redirects just how passionate the morning was about to be. He's a sucker for morning makeout sessions... Drowsy, sultry, lingering kisses? Asra does NOT need to be asked twice

Admittedly, the aforementioned scenario is most likely played out if you wake up at the same time. He wants to be as close as possible facing you, completely intertwined with you (legs, arms, hands in hair, everything). This all starts out entirely pure; simple and sweet affection and devotion. He'll shower you with half-asleep kisses, murmuring questions about how you slept. Needless to say, the mood can very easily be shifted...

He's somewhat of a morning person, especially with you in his life. Frequently you'll wake up to breakfast waiting on the nightstand, with Asra already back in bed close next to you. Acts of service are a close contender to physical affection for him, though he's glad to express his love in just about any form he can

Overall, every morning with Asra is a lovely one and you can rest assured you won't spend it feeling unappreciated <3

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 months

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Brainrot Drabbles: Needy!M6

~ happy valentine's day :) ~

Needy!Julian who finally, finally has someone in his life who is able and willing to fill that gaping hole in his chest that needs to be loved. Asking you for the comfort of a hug, a kiss, a cuddle, a scrap of your attention, and surprised when you're more than happy to give it to him. Looking at you with wide open eyes filled with awe and asking in a hushed voice if he could have just a little bit more. A closer hug. A second kiss. Five more minutes of cuddles or conversation, simply because you're happy to give them to him and he needs that from you so desperately. Needy!Julian who can't stop himself from brokenly whispering "again, please -" between each gentle kiss you press to his face.

Needy!Asra who is terrified of needing anything at all, avoiding their desire to feel their love finally requited by teasing and flirting their way through the day. Halting with fear when he feels your bond with him resonating and sees the look on your face when you approach him. Freezing when you wrap your arms around them, their own expression working with all the intensity of finally being able to call you their home. Slowly exhaling as his head falls to your shoulder and he holds you close, close enough to lose himself in your heartbeat, close enough for all the walls between you to vanish. Needy!Asra who prolongs every intimate moment they have with you, finally learning the sweet fulfillment of receiving love after years of giving.

Needy!Nadia who finds it easier to hide her need underneath her boldness, pulling you into her lap as though to reassure you when it's really to feel the weight of you on her thighs. Suggesting you take a break, you look tired, when her heart is yearning for your grounding presence and the calm sound of your sleepy breathing. Struggling to hold up her cool facade when her need for you becomes too great, and she enters the rare state of mind when she wants to be held and cared for, for once. Needing first the outlet to pour all of her hidden, ferocious love onto you, and then the reassurance of lying cherished in your arms. Needy!Nadia who wants to bare herself to you, flaws and all, and feel you match her intensity.

Needy!Muriel who's so used to going without that he's forgotten how to ask for what he craves. From warmth, to shelter, to food, to safety, to connection - these are all things that you've heralded back into his life, and his slow acceptance of them does not keep up with his human need for them. Uneasy at the sudden bone-deep hunger for the next quiet moment he can share with you, the next tidbit of information he can learn about you, the next warm smile he can receive from you, the next safe touch that sweetly weakens him to you. Needy!Muriel whose sunrise happens when your eyes open, slowly sitting next to you with a heartbeat so strong you can see it, only meeting your eyes for a brief second of want.

Needy!Portia who keeps subconsciously expecting to be brushed off, being touchy and clingy and fussing over you only to stare at you wide eyed when you return the love. Expecting you to find something more interesting to look at any second, speaking a mile a minute while she still has your attention and faltering when you're still listening. Feeling the sweetest, heaviest ache in her chest when you don't break eye contact or change the conversation subject because where has this been all her life? Slowly crushing you closer in a disbelieving bear hug, telling herself over and over that she can take her time with you, you're staying with her. Needy!Portia who can't go more than five seconds without touching you, because you're there.

Needy!Lucio who never hesitates to take what he needs, and is surprised when you manage to meet them so easily. Snatching you around the waist when he's seized with unease, and then being caught off guard by just how quickly a simple hug from you makes him feel safe. Pulling you behind a tree to make out when he's starting to feel cold and alone and forgotten again, and stunned into silence when your first gentle peck is enough to warm him to his fingertips. Demanding that you pay attention to him for his next impressive trick, before realizing you were already watching him do nothing but walk. Needy!Lucio, tangling himself into your space only to watch you in wonder as he experiences satisfaction.

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bahrtofane · 4 months

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Asra is more than meets the eye. He is more calculating then his slow gaze leads on, more attentive then his love for naps may make you believe.

More so with you. He's always picking apart your gaze and mannerisms and smiles and laughs. He's committed to committing you to his memory, lest he be forced to part with you again.

He refuses to let any time with you be taken for granted. He will drink every second, drown himself in who you are, who you wish to be, who you have been. He wants nothing more than your being to be forever burned against him. He has given you half his heart has he not? He would give the rest to you, within a mere breath, his last would be given to you. He would breath his last to give you life.

He’s snapped out of his daze when you laugh again, something Portia has said to make your giggles ring out. He smiles.

For now, he has you, fully and completely. But he doesn’t think he will ever shake the fear of loss no matter how real you are before him. Not now, not ever again. He mustn't make the same mistakes. He can not bear losing you once more.

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nyxiswrites1200 · 3 months

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For the pairing and number thing, could I ask for #64 and #66 with a gender neutral reader for Asra from the Arcana? Just a very cute SFW fanfic would be nice 🥹. Anyways, I love your work 👉👈🥹💞

✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 ✦

Asra (The Arcana) x GN!Reader

Mentions: Asra (He/They) pronouns

An: Hello babes! Finally getting to some of my requests <33 thank you for your request, here's that fluffy fic for you. I don't think this is that good

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When Asra awoke to find one of his potions spilled on the floor. He knew it could only be one culprit. It wasn't Faust for sure and he highly doubts Julian broke in last night.

His eyes narrowed towards his dearest partner's room. Asra wasn't mad, but they sure did love to mess with you.

Asra stalked his way up to your shared space with him. He gently pushed open the door, his eyes scanning over your still figure on the bed.

"Darling" he gently acknowledged as he swept over to your bedside, taking a seat there. "Did you make a mess this morning?" They inquire, but you don't budge.

You actually weren't even asleep...you just couldn't face Asra with the fact you spilled something that might have been important.

"I know you're awake darling" he chuckled but you still didn't budge. Asra sighs as a fox-like smirk comes to his lips.

"Are you ticklish, love?" He whispers before his hands are at your sides. You can't contain your immediate squirm and laugh. "Asra! Asra, stop!" You shout playfully with another laugh as you push his hands away.

Asra smirks down at you "Ignoring me?" He inquires.

"I felt bad...I didn't know what to say" you sigh and frown a little. "You know, I'm not mad...right?" He spoke softly as he took your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's just a little mess, nothing worth getting upset over" he smiled reassuringly.

You felt your face heat up at his comfort before sighing. "But it was still stupid, I should have paid more attention" you groan "Maybe you should have found a partner who wasn't such an idiot".

Asra scoffed as he gave you that signature fox look. "You're all I want, darling. My other half, you should know that better than anyone" He smiled warmly. You can't help believe him.

"Now, we're going to clean up this mess and how about we make breakfast together, hm?" He smiled as he pulled you to his chest, kissing your cheek.

"Okay..." You respond with a warm smile.

"That's my darling, and then I can teach you to make that potion you spilled" he smirked.

"Of course" you groan playfully.

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angeledeggs · 9 months

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Main 6 + The Courtiers with a MC/Partner that's extremely affectionate

Some head cannons I wrote while chilling :) requests are open, so feel free to make some as long as you follow the rules, I love requests! Hope you enjoy, Xoxo!

Asra💜:

They think it's absolutely adorable, really, that you're so affectionate towards them.

Asra's love language is physical affection, so to have a partner that is also affectionate is like a bonus! But he expressed his love in other ways, too, of course.

Most of the time he doesn't even realize that he's touching you, he just is since he's so used to it by now.

Usually goes for hand holding or hugs from behind, since that's their favorite form of affection.

He still isn't used to his past partners being so affectionate, either, so when you show him any touchy affection he gets a bit blushy and smiles real big before returning the affection enthusiastically.

If you get embarrassed showing physical affection in public, he obviously won't do none of that in public because he respects your boundaries. But if not, he'll usually just hold your hand or give you a few chaste kisses on the cheek every now and then

Muriel💙:

Gets extremely nervous and happy whenever you touch him at all. He'll usually return the affection very briefly and bashfully.

He does really appreciate the affection, since it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, he just gets nervous and fumbles a bit when you do, since it surprises him each time.

He'll get really red if you kiss him in public (though he won't object at all--) but will always hold your hand since you're always so affectionate.

When he initiates physical affection, he always catches your eye to make sure it's okay with you before he continues. And if not, he'll pull away and probably feel a bit bad and say a quiet apology just to let you know he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

His favorite form of affection is cuddling, since it feels so close and nice to him. He usually likes to be the big spoon, but will sometimes be the little spoon, too.

Julian🦠:

He absolutely loves it that you're so affectionate!

He probably brags to Portia about it, too, and will rant to her about how much he loves being around you and that you're so affectionate.

If he ever happens to wear his gloves while you want to touch or hold his hands, he'll definitely take them off just to make the contact more nice feeling rather than his latex gloves lol.

He loves it whenever you hug him or even jump on him, and will give you a happy and brief little squeeze around the back to show his appreciation. It's definitely his favorite part of you being so affectionate.

Will make sure to ask you before y'all go into public if it's okay for him to hold your hand or sling an arm around you. He just wants to make sure, after all.

Nadia💎:

Is very touched by how affectionate you are towards her. She finds it extremely romantic that you are.

She'll most likely always be touching you now that she knows how touchy you are, whether it's a hand on your shoulder or holding your own hand throughout her day.

Likes to be more discreet affection wise in public, but will most likely hold your hand or keep a guiding palm on your back.

Rarely gets embarrassed and if she does she can hide it very well. Except for the first time you gave her a big hug. She actually had a blush, but thankfully her dark skin made it barely noticeable. But you noticed the brief stutter she had developed at the hug. If you ever mention it, she'll deny it. But it's hard to really believe her when you notice that she is vigorously fanning her blush.

Loves it when you touch her hair or hands, but her favorite form of affection is probably a head massage because of her headaches. She always finds that if you're around during a headache, it becomes a bit easier just from your presence.

Portia🧡:

Is also very affectionate, and thinks it's awesome that you are too!

She loves to hold your hand, and that's probably her favorite way to show her affection. She always grabs your hand when you two walk together, and always does a quick look over at you to make sure it's okay with you before she squeezes your hand and grins at you.

Excited that you both are affectionate together, and will probably get all happy whenever you initiate physical affection.

Always finds excuses to be affectionate whether it's straightening your jacket (she's done that five times in an hour, once) or 'feeling your temperature' by holding your hand.

She blushes each and every time you're affectionate with each other, and it always makes her lips tilt up when you are.

Loves to cuddle you a lot. Her favorite cuddle position is your head in her lap or on her chest while you two either do your own things or nap together, since it feels so close and cozy to her.

Lucio👑:

Is surprised that you're so touchy. After all, his love language is acts of service, and he never really got affection as a child. Its... strange.

In a good way! Of course in a good way if it's you. He's just not used to it. He'll play it off cool like he always does, but that won't hide his blush at first. Or his smirk when he gets more comfortable.

After awhile of getting used to you being affectionate, he'll start to initiate affection by slinging an arm around your shoulders (as long as it's okay with you, of course).

His favorite form of affection is you playing with his air, since he dosent let anyone besides you touch him, and especially his hair.

Will probably never admit out loud that you being so affectionate makes him really bashful, and will hide his nervousness and giddiness with a soft smirk whenever you're affectionate.

His smirk dosent hide his red blush, though.

Valerius🍷:

Can't make up his mind if he loves it, or hates it. On one hand, it's you, and how can he hate anything you do-- and then on the other hand he finds himself stuttering so hard that he is making a complete fool of himself whenever your hand slips into his.

If you notice and ever attempt to pull away for him to save face, he will immediately take your hand in his own once more and say nothing, simply sip his wine that is nearly as red as his flushed ears.

He'll get quickly used to it, though it still surprises him each time you do it. He prefers for you to initiate the affection, and has to bite back a smile each time you do. He can't quite bite back his red, blushing ears, though.

But after awhile, he'll start to take your hand in the privacy of your own home. Then in the palace, sometimes, when he needs to feel your hand. Then in public. But just so he dosent lose you amongst the crowd. Or at least, that's what he tells himself.

If you ever try to tease him or mention the fact that he likes it when you hug or touch him, he'll make a choking noise that he turns into a loud scoff and will hurriedly find an excuse to get more wine, even though his glass is always full.

Vlastomil🐛:

Finds it so romantic and cute that you're physically affectionate.

Will most definitely brag to the other courtiers that, 'they don't make partners like that anymore' and that you're the cutest partner ever. In fact, his rants about you almost are as much as his worm rants.

Loves to tap his rings against any jewelry you might have on, or against your palms, it's his favorite type of affection to give. He just does, dosent really know why.

He'll also insist to 'guide you' in public by holding your hand or putting his palm against your back. He gets visibly smug when you let him.

Just does a quick glance every time he grabs your hand to make sure it's okay, then gives your hand a kiss just because he can.

Valdemar🧠:

Acts as though it's annoying at first. They'll shake away your touch and scoff. But then they'll beckon you over and have you sit on their lap as they work. If you say anything about it, they'll threaten to make you get up. But you know they won't.

Always wears their gloves unless they are asleep or alone with you, so their fingers are always latex encased when they hold your hand in public. They hold your hand with a thumb pressed against your pulse.

Their favorite form of affection is either to have you in their lap or just generally close to them, or they'll hook an arm around yours in public.

If you happen to tease them about it, they give you a cold look and will pull away until you apologize. But they'd go back to touching you anyway, even if you didn't apologize. Their ego will never let them admit it, though.

Once they've established that you are affectionate, they'll most likely establish affection more often in the form of a 'check up' like feeling your head for a temperature or your pulse.

Volta🍰:

Is so happy that you like hugging her! She likes hugging you, too!

Definitely hugs you every time she sees you, even if you were just one for a few minutes. She likes to do it since she knows how affectionate you are.

In the beginning she'll ask for permission each and every time to touch you, but once she understands how affectionate with you, she'll just look at you and make sure you're okay with it before she hugs you.

Her favorite form of affection is kisses on the cheek, since she thinks it's cute and romantic. Especially when you do it.

Her love language is more so acts of service, but she's definitely affectionate, too, and will hug and kiss you every chance she gets.

Vulgora⚔️:

Gets aggressively happy when you do, and has to remind themselves constantly to not squeeze you too hard. They never do, though.

Will probably spin you around in a hug whenever you two greet each other, just cause they like to.

Will give you high fives and fist bumps, which seems out of character of them. But they love to do it, to, "celebrate imminent victory".

Has the strength two, and most likely will lift you and carry you whenever they feel like it (which is often).

They probably also like to carry you the best, just so that they can show off their strength to you and have you in their arms.

❀

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Take a Break - Asra

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“Hi Asra.” You smile, giving the boy goo-goo eyes as he walks into the shop that the two of you owned.

“Hello, y/n.” he says, not once looking at you. He was too busy looking down at a list of some sort to notice you staring at him while you stood behind the counter.

“Busy?” you asked.

“Mhm.” was all he let out before walking up to his office.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. Another busy day that clouded both you and Asra. You were used to it by now, but a break sounded nice every once in a while. So instead of that break, you played with a bottle full of tea leaves that you were proud to say you made yourself. You didn't hate your job, if anything, you loved it more than any job you’ve had before. The problem was Asra. He looked constantly stressed and beyond tired. You hated that he was starting to look like he was the one who hated his job. He had so much passion years ago, but now he just looked swamped.

“Good evening, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice say as the bell rang above the door. Your ears perked up and a smile spread across your face as you saw one of your regular customers walk in.

“Evening, Mr. Bennet! How are you?” You set down the little bottle and walked over to the man, shaking his hand.

“Fine, fine,” he said. “Busy as always. You?” He hung his coat on a rack next to the door and started browsing.

“I'm all right,” you admitted. “Bout to close up shop, so that’s nice.”

“I won't be too long.” He looked at some of the tea you had made, carefully reading the instructions. “Where’s Asra, if you don't mind me asking?”

“Oh, he's upstairs. Probably working as always.” You rested your cheek on your hand.

“Go figure. Poor man needs to catch a break.”

“Tell me about it.” you chuckled.

“Well, when you see him again,” Mr. Bennet said, walking to the counter with a box of tea leaves. “Tell him that he has to get that break, for me, of course.”

You laughed and took the money from the man, locking the door behind him as he left.

“Was that Mr. Bennet?” you heard Asra ask, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly as you began to clean up for the night. “He just got some tea, that’s all.”

“Dammit,” Asra groaned, leaning against the wall. “I had to ask him something.”

“You know he’ll be back. He’s in here all the time. Plus, he told me to tell you to take a damn break.”

Asra ran his fingers through his white hair while his other hand clutched some tarot cards. “You know I can't do that.” he sighed.

“Whatever you say.” You finished sweeping up the rest of the shop and walked past Asra.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To my room. To take a break.” So, you did. You walked straight to your room and laid on your bed. It was soft, as always, and all of your stuffed animals gave you soft smiles.

Through your window, you could see the moon peeking over some mountains behind the town and a smile spread across your face. You quickly jumped out of bed to open your window to bring in some cool night air. It smelled fresh. You saw crows fly overhead and could see the lights from the rest of the village turning on as the night market began overflowing with people. You’ve been needing this relaxation for weeks, and finally, it was a weekend where you had time for it.

At your door, you heard Asra clear his throat. When you turned around, he had Faust wrapped around his bicep and the tarot cards were still in his hand.

“Need something?” you asked.

“Not really.” he said quietly.

“You look tired.” Your voice was softer than his.

Asra chuckled. “I am tired.”

“Then take a break. Please.”

Faust slid her way off of Asra’s arm and slid over to you. You picked her up and she wrapped herself around your wrist. “Break!” she said to Asra.

“There’s so much to do before the weekend is over though.” Asra sighed and leaned against the frame of your door.

“Like what?” you asked.

He thought for a minute. You assumed that he was going to try to make some excuse to keep himself busy. There were probably things he had to do over the weekend, but you also knew that Asra was the kind of guy who always felt the need to be productive.

You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Asra, I'm serious, you need a break. Those eyebags don't look good on you.” You ran your thumb underneath his eye over the dark spots there.

He softened to your touch, leaning his cheek on your warm hand. “What if everything falls apart because of me?” he asked.

“I think you’re just making excuses.” you giggled.

He took your hand in his own and smiled softly at you. Faust, you noticed, had disappeared, but you didn't mind, especially when you just saw her curling up in a little cage you had made for her.

“Do you want some hot cocoa?” you asked Asra as he took a seat on your bed.

“That would be wonderful, y/n, thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead and pushed him so that he was laying down. “I'll be right back.” You winked.

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