#amab!asra

[impashableimagines]

Im in need of asra smut, please quench my thirst. (Asra x The Apprentice) 💆🏻🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻 thank you. God bless you 😩😂😂

Hope this sates your need (even though it's like 2 years too late)! I'm writing for a Fem!MC bc it was not otherwise specified:

Asra's first instinct after bringing MC in as their apprentice is to be friendly. Just, friendly.

But as they get to know her, that becomes so much more difficult than they thought it would be.

She's just too charming, too soft, too inviting.

So when she accidentally-on-purpose implies that she'd like to bed Asra in the form of a casual, off-handed comment, they decide it's time to stop holding back with their flirting.

What used to be friendly chatter slowly transforms into flirty banter and soft touches, sensual massages, and gentle kisses to your cheek.

It all progresses very slowly, cautiously, because they don't want to push her boundaries before she's ready, despite her all but having verbally consented.

So unless she pushes for more, it will take a while before they get anywhere sexually. Asra's too much of a gentleperson to introduce the idea, even if they're both interested.

So, with that in mind, she's the one to initiate the first time.

She meets Asra for dinner at home after a day of dealing with local merchants, and after being flirted at forwardly by seemingly everyone, that is, except the one person she actually wants to be forward with her, she's frustrated.

She grabs them by the collar of their shirt and pulls them into her, her lips pressed firmly against theirs. They'll melt into her advances instantly, surging into the kiss more deeply and instinctively grasping at her hips to hold her as close as possible.

As previously mentioned, she's got to guide Asra here, as they don't want to risk overstepping her comfort zone, but if she acts enthusiastically, they will too.

As soon as she expresses enthusiastic consent, expect Asra to worship her. On their knees, enthusiastically, face buried into her cunt and arms wrapped around her, hands grasping at her hips to hold her steady as they eat her out.

Asra feels entirely like a service-switch, basically melding into whatever role suits the mood of the moment.

The first time they fuck, Asra makes sure to thoroughly prep MC and tease her, getting her off with their mouth and fingers more than once, sinful moans and words of praise falling from their lips whenever they come up for air.

"You taste so sweet, my love, I could feast on you all night." They'd murmur against her skin as they suck her slick from their fingertips. "How does that sound?"

They'll build up her frustrations so sweetly, making her come again and again on their fingers and lips until she's growling and practically pouncing them for more.

She'll push them onto the bed and climb onto their lap, grinding against their hardened member until they're whining, arching their hips up to meet hers in desperation.

Both of them are desperate for more contact, but she'll drag it out in a playful act of vengeance for their prior teasing. The more buildup, the more anticipation, the better the act will be, she knows.

Finally, she unbuttons the desperate magician's pants, freeing their cock, and she slips her panties to the side to sink down onto it with pleasure, drawing the most perfect groans from Asra's lips.

As much as MC would love her full vengeance, she decides against it in favor of riding them to her (and their) conclusion, and continuing to bounce on their cock until she can hardly move anymore, dragging as much pleasure and overstimulation out of Asra as they did from her.

[oppopotamus]

angry sex

trans asra x dom male reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you." He says after a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll find out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll buy you new ones."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay, baby."

[wiltingdecay]

if absolutely nothing about asra's presentation changed but he used she/they instead of he/they there would be far less people harping on about how he's "canonically masculine" and it's because at the end of the day you all still think that pronouns = gender

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚔 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft magic(obvi lol) + Anilingus, fingering, nipple play, handjob, belly bulge, (is it still called a creampie if it’s in your ass? idk) anal creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own The Arcana or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,869

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes non/dub-con voyeurism(unintentional and unknown until near the end), Two(2) uses of Y/n, 1st person POV; AMAB!Reader, no pronouns or gendered language used for reader but AMAB terms used for genitalia, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: The audience is mostly only mentioned at the end but as we know with the theme of the series, y’all got some watchers ;)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I shoved Julian desperately against the wall and crashed my lips to his, his grip tightening around my waist, digging in perfectly. My hands clutching the collar of his shirt to drag him down to meet my lips(the tall bastard) quickly shifted to the task of removing the offending clothing. I just about had his shirt all the way down his arms when he stopped me.

“Darling, what about our, ehm, audience?” He asked, sending a quick glance out to the bustling crowd just outside the alleyway we had chosen to inhabit.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got this,” I muttered against his lips with a smirk. I pressed one more kiss to his lips before pulling away and grabbed my bag that I had tossed down beside us. I fished out an herb that Asra had told me about a few years ago. He said that it creates essentially an invisibility dome if you set it in a line around yourself. Of course, that was a rushed and oversimplified explanation as he had to rush off because Portia had accidentally set something on fire.

Doing as told, I made a line a bit down from the alley’s mouth and hurried back to my tall red-headed lover, not noticing the single clove I knocked out of place in my haste. Though the missing incantation would be our main downfall.

I muttered a reassurance that now we had our privacy before delving back in. Our tongues clashed wetly and small moans escaped us both as we let our hands wander. I thought I heard a gasp from the mouth of the alley but I figured it was just something happening in the crowd so I continued to ravish my lanky doctor.

My nails raked down his chest and stomach before they landed at the bulge in his already tight pants. His breathy moan spurred me on as I massaged the tent and slid my hand up, away from it, for only a moment to undo the knot of the wrap that was cinched around his small waist.

“You really are quite eager, huh, darling?” Julian teased, though the same could easily be said about him with how flushed his cheeks were and how quickly he moved to pull my loose top off my body. I chuckled at him and kissed him eagerly again as I finally got the blasted knot out of the tie keeping me from my goal.

“What, and you’re not?” I shot back playfully before my breath hitched when his big hands clasped around my hips tightly, the way he knows drives me crazy, and started mouthing at my neck. “Fuck.. Julian…” I sighed at the pleasure the simple acts gave and continued on with my attempts to get past the remaining layers of fabric that separated me from my lover’s divine cock.

“Of course I am, darling. I cannot wait to ravish you. To please you.” He cooed into my ear and moved his hands to my waist slowly enough to make me feel it. Suddenly his grip steeled and he lifted me up at the same moment that he spun around to press me against the wall. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips when he hoisted me up and moaned when he pressed his body against mine and switched his hold to my thighs.

“Fuck, Jules, you always know what to say to get me all hot, huh?” I teased, though the feeling of his spectacular dick, still within the (loose) confines of his pants, pressing against my own had me nearly halfway crazy.

He chuckled and pressed forward to kiss me again and easily slid his tongue past my lips. The taste of ale was still strong in his mouth, as it often was, and the bitter taste had me grinding my hips with lust for my man. He groaned lowly into my mouth and adjusted our angles so that he could grind his hardon directly against where I needed him most. The feeling of the pressure he was giving against my twitching hole made me feel all the more wanton.

“Gods, baby, I need your cock so fucking bad,” I stated firmly, almost like an order with how badly I needed him to rearrange my fucking guts. His breath trembled when my demand clearly affected him. he eagerly responded to me by letting me down, albeit a bit reluctantly, and shuffled out of his pants. I quickly followed suit with my own trousers, the flowy fabric easily pooling around my ankles.

Quickly, I prepared myself for Julian to pin me to the wall again and make good on his promise to please me. Instead, I found myself spun around, bent forward, and bracing myself against the same wall with my hips out behind me. I made a noise of surprise at the sudden action but it quickly turned into a keen of pleasure. Julian’s deft fingers had my ass spread out for him and my hole on full display.

Julian sucked in a breath at the sight and quickly dove in. His tongue laved from my taint up to my asshole and he groaned happily at the taste of me. I moaned wantonly as he vigorously ate my ass and wiggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. I panted and moaned as his mouth worked me open and a sharp breath escaped as his hand found my cock. His hand languidly moved in small, firm strokes at my base while he continued to drive me crazy with his hot, wet muscle.

To my chagrin, he took his hot mouth off my needy hole but it was soon replaced with two of his long, deft fingers prodding my entrance. Had I not been so enraptured by the pleasure of my boyfriend’s fingers thrusting inside of me, I likely would have, even vaguely, noticed the mutter of ‘Holy shit’ at the mouth of the alley. However, I was much more preoccupied with Julian’s, now 3, long fingers hitting my prostate over and over again.

“Fuck-! Jul-Julian..! Gods, hurry, it’s fine just-! Oh Gods just fuck me already..!” I cried out when my cock was leaking enough that a full glob of pre dripped down onto the ground. His gruff chuckle sounded from behind me and it sent shivers up my spine. As he spread his finger a few more times for extra measure, he kissed up my back from the base of my spine to the nape of my neck. Finally, his fingers slipped out of me and I groaned when he purposely hit my prostate again on the way out.

“You ready, darling?” He asked lowly in my ear as he guided me with deliberate movements to turn around and face him. He hoisted me up again and with one hand firmly on my hip and my back against the wall, he positioned his tip at my entrance. I don’t know when but he had slicked up his cock with, presumably, spit. The cool wetness pressing against my spasming hole filled me with excited anticipation.

“For you? Always.” I flirted and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips before he pushed in, his bulbous tip stretching my ass for the rest of him. A deep, wanton moan left me at the stretch. While he was more on the lengthier side than on the thicker side, he was still very much adequately thick that every time he entered my tight puckered hole, the stretch always left me near speechless. As he stilled for a moment to let me adjust once again, he leaned forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss, tongues clashing wetly and saliva sloppily dripping down my chin.

Julian’s hot and eager lips moved away from my own, much to my displeasure, bringing a needy whine from my throat when he didn’t let me reconnect our lips. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled against my body as he trailed scorching, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, biting and nipping every so often.

“So impatient,” He teased against my throat where he had stopped to suck a hickey into the flesh, “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to keep you waiting much longer, darling. My darling, Y/n.” The heady words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“You… better not, Julia-aaaaah-!” I cried out when he bottomed out inside my ass with one quick thrust, filling me deeply in a way only he can fill me. He moved his mouth along my throat once again once he was seemingly satisfied with his darkened mark on my skin, claiming me as his and showing it off. I felt his teeth scrape against the side of my neck, just above the juncture of my neck and shoulder. With his cock nestled fully inside me, he sunk his teeth into the flesh, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave quite an obvious mark. The sudden jolt of pain made me cry out in surprise and the shot of pleasure that accompanied it.

“Holy fuck-! Oh Gods, Julian, oh fuck yes…” My voice trembled as he released the skin and lapped at the mark at the same moment he pulled his hips back, sliding halfway out of me. The slide was just this side of excruciatingly slow before he snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the base once again, crashing his hips against my butt.

“Feeling good, my darling?” I could feel the smirk against my skin as he teased me and as much as I wished I could give him a witty retort, the increasing movement of his hips effectively scrambled my thoughts. “I told you I wouldn’t keep you waiting, didn’t I?” Julian spoke into my ear with a husky growl. I could hardly do more than nod dumbly and voice an incoherent sound of agreement. As he picked up speed with his thrusts and his movements of his large hands wrapped tightly around my hips, he kissed and laved down my skin to my chest.

His back arched out slightly as he kissed at my pec and left smaller hickeys and love bites around the area and laved over my nipple. With how much he tweaked and teased my chest whenever we made love, he had conditioned a sensitivity there and it made me moan loudly, being paired with his rough thrusts into my asshole.

“Holy shit… Holy fuck.. Oh Gods, Ilya!” I moaned out with each time the new position made his cock hit my prostate over and over again.

“Oh, fuck.. Do you have any idea what you do to me, my darling?” he growled and straightened his back to slam his lips against mine. I knew exactly what calling him by his real name did to him and I fully intended to reap the benefits.

His mouth moved excitedly against mine, tongue dominating mine and exploring the cavern he knew like the back of his hand. His thrusts held a new vigor to them and his speed increased more than I thought possible, especially in this position. It felt like he somehow was reaching even deeper inside of me, almost like he was literally rearranging my guts with every powerful plunge into my hole.

As he ravished my mouth and his cock filled me over and over again, his hand crept up my body and roughly toyed with my chest. A moan, one that would not be out of place in a whorehouse, erupted into his mouth and he swallowed it up eagerly and increased his actions further. His fingers delightfully stroked down my body with feather-light touches and reached my weeping, neglected dick. As he pounded my ass, his long fingers wrapped around my member and rubbed my length in an opposing rhythm to his thrusts.

The sensations alone were nearly enough to make me cum. Though when we had to separate for air I had to rest my head against his shoulder, my muscles weak from the exertion. I let my eyes simply rest where they automatically looked instead of trying to look up at my lover’s face. And my eyes just so happened to be angled at the opening of the alleyway. There, I saw a small crowd had gathered. With the looks on their faces and where exactly they were staring, it was fairly obvious that they could see us. Through my hazed mind, I vaguely was able to wonder how they could see up with the herb acting as a barrier, though that train of thought was quickly discarded in favor of the pleasure coursing through my being with my boyfriend still ruthlessly pounding me.

I forced my muscles to lift my head to reconnect our lips with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and let my whorish moans out between each connection of our mouths.

“Ilya.. Ilya..! Oh gods, I’m- Oh fuck, I’m gonna-!” My shouts were cut off by the blinding pleasure that shot through my very being, my vision whiting out and the only sensation I had was Julian still jackhammering my insides.

“Go ahead, darling, oh fuck, go ahead. Cum for me, my darling. Fucking cum for me, Y/n!” Julian cried out while ropes of my sticky cum sprayed out over our abdomens. With my hole and my inner walls clenching around him as he pistoned his hips against mine, he neared his end quickly.

“Oh, darling, oh my darling.. I’m going to fill you up, gonna fill you up so fucking full. Gonna shoot my load inside you. Would you like that? Huh? You want me to fuck you so full of my cum that you’ll feel me for weeks until I fuck you full again? Gonna feel me right here,” during his rambling, he moved his hand that had jerked me to completion to rest on my belly, bulging with every deep thrust he made.

He pressed his hand down on the bulge and it sent a new wave of pleasure through me. It seemed to do the same to him, if his growling moan was anything to do by. I could only dumbly nod and whine out pleas for him to do just that, to fill me to the brim. My unfocused eyes flitted to the opening of the alley and when I caught sight of the crowd again I weakly grinned as the small audience we had accumulated watched my lover wreck me.

Noticing my split attention, Julian shot a glance at the opening to the street and saw our little crowd of voyeurs. Had he not been so deep in his pleasure and so far gone to the ecstasy, he may have cared that we were being watched. In the midst of his peak, however, he couldn’t bring himself to give them much of a second thought. As he felt his end arriving, he leaned into me and sealed my mouth over with his and when my tongue entered his wet cavern, his cord snapped and he did just as he’d promised.

His cum flooded my ass and his stuttering hips still fucked me through his orgasm, pushing his spunk further inside me with each new thrust. Finally, his hips slammed into me one last time with the last big spurt inside of me. My moans were, albeit muffled, heavy with pleasure and lewdity. Once his balls were emptied inside of me, he broke the kiss slowly, letting our tongues loll out of each other’s mouths and messily let the thick ropes of spit connect us before breaking to drip down our chins.

“Do you think they enjoyed the show, my darling?” Julian’s teasing voice broke through the deafening sound of us panting and huffing for breath after that.

I weakly chuckled at him, “Well, if they didn’t then they must be blind.” He smirked along with me and rested our foreheads together.

“Do you know why the barrier failed, anyway?” Finally having caught my breath enough to actually think, I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“I think… Asra might have had more to tell me but he had to run and stop your sister from setting the shop ablaze… Again.” I panted and glanced at the herbs and noticed the clove out of place, “And I guess I was a little.. overexcited earlier.. And I knocked one of the cloves out of the line.” I was flushing with both embarrassment and a hint of amusement.

“Darling…” Julian chuckled and shook his head and rested his forehead back against mine, “What am I going to do with you?” I fought to contain the large, amused smile threatening to split across my face.

“I can think of a thing or two,” I shrugged with a cheeky smirk and got a chuckle from him.

“Let’s get home first, I think we’ve given them enough of a performance,” He motioned to the small gaggle of people still gathered with a small tilt of his head and his eyes following suit with a flick. I laughed and nodded as I pressed forward to peck my lover’s lips.

“Sounds good,” my eyelids fell halfway to give him a sultry gaze, “Ilya.”

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

Please note that this list contains Content Warning tags.

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Asra’s Route

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Portia’s Route

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Content Warning Tags

Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Original Character(s)

Main Six

Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

Lucio/Montag Morgasson

Familiars/Animals

Faust

Chandra

Malak

Inanna

Pepi

Mercedes & Melchior

Camio

Chimes & Flamel

Jaeger

Courtiers

Consul Valerius

Praetor Vlastomil

Procurator Volta

Pontifex Vulgora

Quaestor Valdemar

Side Characters

Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

Lishka Devorak

Mazelinka

Halinka (A Warm Welcome)

Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

Morga Eirsdottir

The Satrinavas

Nasrin Satrinava

Namar Satrinava

Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

Gavin (The Bazar Job)

Minor Characters

Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

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[harbinger-of-enmity]

⋆｡°✞･ﾟ⋆ Rules!

What I will write; AMAB/Male and AFAB/Transmale reader, GN reader. Primarily a dom reader blog, may occasionally write sub reader, but I might not take requests for sub reader! I also only write for male characters, I’ll do afab characters too. I will write AUs and non fanfiction works! Just ask.

Fandoms I write for include Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, and The Arcana, as well as some miscellaneous characters. Specific Characters below!

What I won’t write; I won’t write any form of Female reader, I’ll do AFAB, but no female. There are tons of female reader works out there, give attention to those authors!

I’m open to most any kinks! I won’t write ‘non-con’/r-pe (open to somno), incest, large age gaps, teacher-student dynamics, any type of scat related content. If you’re not sure, feel free to ask!

Genshin Impact; Albedo, Childe, Baizhu, Diluc, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Traveler/Aether, Venti, Xiao, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Zhongli, Kaveh, Al Haitham, Dottore, Pantalone.

Honkai: Star Rail; Boothill, Argenti, Trailblazer/Caelus, Aventurine, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Gallagher, Sunday, Welt.

The Arcana; Julian, Asra, Muriel (I need to replay the game, so asks may be rejected for the time being!)

Zenless Zone Zero; Von Lycaon, Billy, Ben Bigger, Anton Ivanov. (GIVR ME MORE MEN HOYO)

Miscellaneous; Quinn, Baptiste (Potionomics), Arven, Grusha, Piers, Leon, Raihan, Milo, Larry (Pokemon), Astarion, Gale (Baldur’s Gate 3).

Any characters not listed but are in the fandom, feel free to ask! I’m very forgetful and forget some characters I write for! (I only write for male characters)

[lonely-shine]

Your Touch, My Skin

[Read on AO3]

*Fandom: The Arcana *Rating: Explicit *Relationships: Apprentice/Asra *Characters: Apprentice, Asra *Chapters: 1/1 (one shot) *Wordcount: 1.800~ *Additional tags: AMAB Apprentice, AMAB Asra, Sex, Magic, Magic Sex

*Summary: Atlas has finished his tasks and feels bored, and Nadia is out of the Palace and hasn't yet returned. As he's playing with the emerald she gave him, it occurs to him that it holds a strong imprint of Asra's magic within… Could he reach them with it? Touch them? Taste them?

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By the time Atlas finished working, bottling the last potion in its vial, the sun was on its way to a slow descent through the sky. Golden light bathed the room as he hummed, clearing his workdesk of tools and scraps and leaving the books back on its shelves.

Atlas’ studio was, to him, akin to what her tower was for Nadia. Only him, Nadia, and Portia could go in without his express permission. He had everything he needed there, his books, his tools, his ingredients… But more importantly, his peace. The studio wasn’t just the place where he did magic, but where he went to unwind after a long day too.

There was, however, almost too much peace for him right then, he thought as he shelved the last book.

Nadia was out of the Palace, had left to meet with her sister that morning, but he had stayed in on account of having business to take care of —he hadn’t expect to be done before Nadia was back, the amount of work had seemed greater.

Atlas gave one look to the big studio. Everything was in its place, the books in the shelves, the pestles and mortars in the cabinets, the plants growing on its pots, vines creeping through the poles set on one of the walls and the ceiling, leaves hung to dry off a string… All was neat and organized. And Atlas, he was bored.

He sat at the workdesk to enjoy the view of the city from the Palace. There was still about an hour of light before it became dark: too early to call it a day, too late to go into the city to try and find Nadia.

He played with the emerald pendant he always wore, trying to catch the golden light of the sun in it and amusing himself with the reflections it made on the walls and wooden desk, a soft smile to his lips.

The emerald had been a gift from Nadia, a token of affection from when he first went to the Palace. He always wore it and cherished it deeply. Nadia’s affection, however, was not the only thing the pendant contained, but it instead held an imprint of Asra’s magic in as well, strong enough that Atlas could sense it.

He wondered if he could reach Asra with it. Magicians better skilled at abstract forms of magic would have no problem, but spells had never been Atlas’ forte. But maybe with some help...

A mischievous smile stretched his lips, which he licked in anticipation. Well, the evening just turned interesting.

With that thought, he stood up and started gathering books and materials. He had long learned that where a strong connection to abstract magic wasn’t present, magical circles and runes could often help bridge the gap. His true skill set was plant-based magic, but his knowledge of runes was solid enough to at least try and experiment with it.

Atlas grabbed a piece of chalk and started drawing the magic circle on the floor, stopping to leaf at this or that book for pointers or grab this or that ingredient while he worked. He placed bowls of water on the cardinal points —a further connection to Asra— and made sure to include the runes for ‘distance’ and ‘feeling’ in the right spots on the circle.

He took a step back to have a look at his work when he finished, double-checking he had made it how he wanted.

“Here goes nothing,” he said then, and stepped inside the circle, letting his magic flow into it to activate it, hand closed around the emerald.

The magic circle glowed in the yellow-green hue of his magic, then stabilized into white as the magic circle channelled it and made the spell work. Just before settling into white, however, it blinked once in a faded purple with the residual magic coming from the pendant.

Atlas smiled at this. “Can you hear me?” he whispered as he seductively brushed a finger against the emerald, feeling Asra’s magic in it, more strongly than before.

All the way into the magic shop, Asra shivered as they felt the touch of a finger running down their spine while they wiped the counter. They frowned, confused at the sudden and very vivid, very familiar sensation.

It was a spell, they soon understood. They almost got alarmed before they could recognize the magic that was in it, and gasped when Atlas brushed the emerald again, sending a new feather-light touch across their skin. “Atlas? Is that really you?”

Atlas laughed, hearing Asra’s voice clearly inside his head. “So it does work.” He smiled wickedly. “Are you busy? I’ve never tried this before, but I have... ideas.”

This time it was Asra who chuckled. “Hmm, yes, I can imagine your ideas. Since when are you this good at spells, Atlas?”

Atlas couldn’t see Asra’s smirk, but he could hear the smugness in their voice. “Oi—” He thought of Asra’s throat and gently pressed the emerald between his thumb and forefinger. He could feel Asra’s heartbeat through the gem. “—be nice or I’ll be using this new power for evil. Are you or are you not alone?”

“This is wicked,” Asra said, reflexively trying to put a hand over Atlas’ at their throat and only finding their own skin there. “How are you doing this? Can I touch you too?”

“I suppose you could if you manage to find anything with an imprint of mine on the shop —the Arcana know I have shit at your home, but not even them know where you might have put it.” He brought the emerald to his lips to let his breath brush against it. “But I’m not giving you the time to check.”

Asra’s skin prickled at the feeling of Atlas’ heated breath on the back of their neck. They chuckled. “Alright, just give me a second to close the shop. And you have to tell me how you did this.”

The brat. “You’re in no position to make demands, dearest Asra.” He brushed against the emerald, thinking of their hip. The gem warmed against his finger, which made him smile. “I will tell you, if I can even remember how I did it. Now hurry.”

“Relish that power while you can, Atlas,” Asra said, locking the shop’s front door. “It will get back to you.”

Atlas carefully knelt in the centre of the circle, taking off the sash wrapped around his hips and chuckling. “You and I both know I won’t mind that, but for now…” He traced a finger upwards through the emerald, thinking of Asra’s inner thigh. “Are you ready?”

Asra lost their balance on their way back from the door and held onto the counter to avoid tripping. “Alright, alright. You impatient dork.” They slid to the floor, chuckling, back against the counter. “Go ahead.”

Atlas grinned wickedly, and wished Asra could see it. “I’m gonna eat you alive, you know?” He thought of their chest and licked the emerald. “But first I’m gonna make you suffer.” He slid one hand inside his pants and grabbed the emerald with the other. The gem shivered against his skin.

It was impressive how much it felt like Atlas was there, Asra thought as they felt his warmth, his touch, his tongue trace paths against their body. They wished for a way to touch him back, but without a focus, the only thing they could do were words.

“Ahh, finally found your motivation to work on spells? If I knew I would have—”

Atlas groaned. “Shut up, Asra,” he said, and bit the emerald while thinking of the muscle connecting their neck and shoulder. He couldn’t bite the gem as hard as he would have bitten Asra, but the way it seemed to startle against him when Asra jumped in the shop let him know it worked.

Asra clasped a hand to their mouth to stifle a groan as Atlas’ bite transformed into a series of nibbling and licking lower and lower down their torso. They slipped the other hand down their pants.

Atlas slid the pendant off his neck and held it between his lips as he took his vest off, getting heated. Cloth discarded and shirt unbuttoned, he took the emerald in his hand again and pressed it down his chest and torso, the gem noticeably getting warmer with the motion.

“Oh, gods.” Asra gasped. They could feel Atlas pressed against them, all warmth and sweat and tension. They drew an arm back to grip at the edge of the counter. “Atlas, please.”

Atlas smiled and pressed his fingers to the sides of the emerald thinking of Asra’s upper thigh. The gem pulsed between his fingers. “Please what?” he demanded, enjoying the moment; the gem was not the only hard and pulsing thing he was handling.

Asra groaned, and Atlas laughed when he he heard it. He knew they hated to surrender, which was why he loved to tease them so. He could feel their annoyance, but not for it any less lust, emanate from the gem.

“You really are a—” they started to say, but Atlas cut them off by putting the emerald in his mouth and thinking, finally, of their dick.

Asra gripped the edge of the counter harder when Atlas’ mouth closed around them, claiming them. They started breathing more heavily, and wondered in a distant corner of their mind what was Atlas exactly using as a focus, because whatever it was he was handling it so expertly. “Gods, you’re good at this when you’re not here too.”

Atlas took the emerald out of his mouth and pressed it against his shaft. “Flatterer bastard…” He was gasping for air too, and belatedly thought he should have taken off the rest of his fancy clothes along with the vest as well. He closed his hand a little more tightly around both the emerald and himself, keeping his aim at the floor.

Asra moaned loudly at the increased pressure just at the right moment, their back arced away from the counter and their eyes tightly closed. Atlas followed a moment after, groaning and cursing. He felt the emerald wet and sticky before he stained it, and when he licked it clean, it was not himself he tasted.

Asra rested his back against the counter once again, their grip sliding off the edge, a satisfied smile on their lips. He felt Atlas kiss them there and wished they could kiss back. “We have to do this more often,” they said. They really needed to find a focus for Atlas.

Atlas laughed and lay down on the floor, carefully as to not disturb the magic circle. “It‘s been great, indeed,” he said, pleased, staring at the ceiling. The pendant was back around his neck, the emerald resting warm and content against his chest. “Can’t wait to see what you come up with as vengeance.”

Asra smiled an evil smile. “Oh, you don’t know the first of it.”

[dreamtydraw]

what IS wrong with a headcanon of Asra being afab and autistic?

Well hi there ✨

Let me explain why this is wrong.

Understand that no hate comes from my words and I am simply trying to explain. If afterward you disagree with my statement feel free to ( nicely ) explain your point of view. I will not go in a debate but I would be interested in reading it to understand.

I have neither read the routes nor the synopsis of the routes so I can't judge based on what is actually in it, it can be good as it can be bad but I am not focusing on that I am focusing on what is used for promotion.

For starters, there is nothing wrong with having personal headcanons that aren't hurtful so, in the case I saw someone saying they hc Asra as autistic because of an observation they did then there would be no problem but the afab one is hurtful. For a reminder to people who are unaware Afab stands for Assigned female at birth and Asra is canonly Amab ( assigned male at birth ) BUT nonbinary. His identity is a representation of the nonbinary community and a good one as it's casual and goes against the stereotypes that "you need to be androgynous or not pass as your assigned gender to be nonbinary." "having any feminine trait or action makes you a woman."

The term trans and nonbinary can be used differently from person to person but what I telling here is that Asra has a specific gender identity that matters to many. A lot of people misgender him because there either are not aware of his identity or because they are against it, changing it is erasing it.

"but if he's nonbinary he can be afab then"

Making Asra afab is erasing his already queer identity, it put the stereotype that nb people who show signs of feminity or androgyny are immediately considered girls. Taking away an already existing représentation to put another one instead is hurtful.

"him being non binary is also a headcanon"

Nope it is canon and comfirmed :

There is no subtext or signs that Asra may be afab and if you want you can compare him to Rainier ( from monster manor, fictif games, written by one of the Arcana writers ) Rainier is canon Afab trans, it's here in subtext and it got confirmed by the creator when people started to make the hc.

Do you want to hc Asra as afab because you like the character and want him to be closer to you? Sure, that's your business but this does not apply here and let me switch to the main reason :

This headcanon is promoted as the same level of canon on the main Instagram account to attract a specific type of people with the marketing that queerness and neurodivergence are trends.

I would have not had this réaction if it was someone going on their days and having those headcanons. I would have still tought about what I said about erasing Amab's nonbinary identity but it would not have mattered because in that context it's a personal creation and I have no right to dictate how people have to feel about their personal creative space.

This is not the case, Dorian is promoting it on the main account that has 117k of followers. This is not simply doing headcanons, it's having your headcanon put in the spotlight with the idea of it attracting people through information that is not confirmed.

I have a big dislike for the Dorian marketing tactic of using the fan content of a well-known ID to milk them more audience but they are a company and this tactic works for them and for people using it to get big promotions and that a fact.

By doing so there is a mix of what is canon and what is not, blurring the line between personal interpretations that can hurt some community and real content that has been the fondation to create a community.

"If you don't like don't interact with it"

Yeah that's what I do, I do not engage with Dorian's content but you can't force me to turn a blind eye on the immense game that is the arcana.

The arcana is and has been notorious for being queer-friendly as a well-known free Otome. The fanbase is HUGE and you can't deny how it impacted a lot of Otome players (like myself). This was one of the most important queer spaces for otome players and still is. It helped people figure out their queer identity ( like me figuring out I was nonbinary after learning that Asra was and doing research afterward ) and have representation trough an enjoyable fiction. As someone still in the otome community and in fandoms that is close to the arcana ( last legacy on Fictif and Touch Starved by red spring studio ), it would be impossible for me to never look at what it become. The og game had its problem that I acknowledge but one thing it got right was its queer representation.

Now going back on the main topic.

Dorian is not Nyx Hydra. Nyx Hydra had its wrong with the promotion of some queerbaiting stuff but at its core, promoting queer games in an environment where there was almost none was a good thing. Dorian does not promote queer content because they want it to be seen and help the queer community, they are promoting queer content as a marketing strategy with the idea that queerness is marketable ( view this tactic as the same as a company selling pride stuff because it gives them a good image ). This applies also to neurodivergence.

Neurodivergence has never been a focus in the Arcana but is a perfectly good topic to explore in fan space. Why? Because it does not have to be focused on, it does not have to be put in your face. The story has never been about autism in any way and the only reason they would put it on focus is because they apply the same tactic as with promoting queerness: it's marketable. Making Asra autistic is not a problem it would be delightful to have a canon autistic LI in a big game ( like cove holden yes I am doing the olba propaganda here ) but it is not canon and trying to squeeze it as a main topic 7 years after it's release feels like an add on rather than a real representation.

Because queerness and neurodivergence are more talked about nowadays media companies are jumping on it to promote themselves. People against it are gonna drag the game and in that way make a promotion out of it and people in this community will check it out because they want to be represented. Again I am not talking about the routes themselves, I don't know the writers, and I don't know their content I am talking about Dorian.

Those promoted headcanons harm the queer community. We already have an existing queer story, changing it with new things on an almost canon level ( because it's promoted by the owner of canon content ) is erasing what we already had and making the new queer labels look bad. Think for a second, some people are gonna see the afab tag and get angry about it because "hey it was supposed to be a man nb" and start to hate on the creators, people who like the hc and possibly afab arcana creator with stigmatization. I am not even exaggerating, this can create hate within the community and even if it comes from a good heart this is not the way it should be added in the fandom.

I think I came across all the points I wanted to try to explain and I tried to really make it understandable to someone for who English isn't their first language.

All my opinions and views on that matter are not to be taken as an exact voice, I am only one player along with thousands of other people but if someone like me feels it should be addressed it's 100% sure that at least a couple of other people feels the same way or agree on some statement.

If you read this far this is a reminder that this is not an open door to start harassing or spreading hate to anyone and I hope my post helped understand what I tried to communicate. Always have critics on what you like and understand it's wrong and good.

[8-bit-space]

Do what you want with asras gender but the refusal to believe hes an amab non binary person does make me raise my eyebrows

[fangaminghell]

I think it's very hilarious that Leo is the only guy oc I have. I mean yes there's Richard and Philomena's brother, but in terms of plot importance, he's literally the only one there.

It's not so bad, Arrow( ftm nonbinary) and Blair( amab nonbinary) both are kinda masc enough so Leo isn't the only one in that regard ( Asra so far seems to flip-flop with whatever), but it's still funny how he's the only one who identifies a male( again, in terms of important to the plot).

EDIT: CANDE. I FORGOT CANDE. Okay so Leo isn't totally alone ,but I still think it's funny that he totally was for a while-

[wiltingdecay]

every time i see a stupid fucking post trying to force asra, a nonbinary character, into a binary, i want to make his gender even fuckier

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

【ＧＲＡＰＨＩＣ　 ＮＯＶＥＬＳ】

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰

Muriel

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism]

Julian Devorak

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓀[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, AMAB!GN!Reader]

Asra

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

The Magician

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

The Hanged Man

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚈 𝙼𝙴! 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴

Lucifer

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Incest]

Mammon

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝑀𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Threesome, slight Incest, Poly] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Beelzebub

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Belphegor

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Diavolo

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Barbatos

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Simeon

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Solomon

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Kinktober 2021

17.Edging/Overstimulation. 

Character-Asra Alnazar

Reader is Amab, Asra is written Afab here. They/Them pronouns for Asra, no penetration. Edging for Asra, Overstim for Reader.

They were beautiful. Always have been and will always be in your eyes. It was an honor to know Asra. Their beautiful cloudlike curly hair was a mess, tussled by the tossing that occurred during this session’s love making.

Their skin was smooth as you marked up their inner thighs. You could just please them until the heat death of the universe but they wouldn’t allow it. Asra would insist that you deserve it more. 

It leads to times like now. Asra treats your cock and balls like the most delicate treasures. Your length down their throat as they gently massage your balls. You place loving kisses across any skin you can reach. Giving soft sucks to their clit on occasion. Arm wrapped around the curve of their ass and hip to slip your fingers into their cunt. Making sure to rub that one spot that you know drives them wild. 

Asra’s thighs clench around your head, a sign for you to pull away. Pulling your sopping wet hand from Asra’s pussy. Asra pulls your thighs against his head. Hands pressed against your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. Making you unable to pull back. You cumming down Asra’s throat. 

Asra swallows then lets your cock slip out of their mouth. Kissing up the softened shaft they placed loving kisses on your balls.

“It’s like you’re thanking them,” you laugh. Deciding it’s safe enough not to drive Asra over the edge, you resume your licks and sucks to Asra’s delicate bits. Making sure to pause to place kisses and hugs to their already marked up inner thighs.

Asra rubbed a hand up your side as they worked to make you hard again. They've been at this for a while. They wanted to run you to the ground. In a good way. Your shaky breaths signaling that their plans were working so far. 

They want you to do the opposite. You were just willing to do anything they wanted you to do. It was starting to get to the point where you wanted to pull away from Asra. You could feel it all through your body. Nerves are on fire from their touch. 

Cock hard again, Asra had slipped it back into their mouth. 

Face pressed deep into their cock, you worked them back up. Asra felt your hips twist, sensitive to their ministrations. 

Asra smiled into the kiss they pressed against your cock. They plan on dragging out this last one. Even as your hips raise, trying to reconnect with the magician’s lips. 

Starting to want to make Asra cum you returned to your work with vigor. Asra swirled their tongue around your tip before sinking back down. Making sure their tongue is pressed firmly against the bottom of your shaft. 

They move their head in tandem with your licks. Face soaked with their essence. The two of you worked together to bring each other to completion. 

Asra’s thighs tighten around your head keeping your face pressed hard against their cunt. A groan rumbled in your throat onto Asra. They squirm and rub their pelvis against your face in small circles. Asra pulls away from your cock with a gasp, strangled by a moan. One hand flying to your head the other pumped you cock trying to get you to come with.

You moaned into Asra’s cunt, ejecatulating onto their chest. Taking deep breaths the two of you move to settle by each other. Asra tucks their head into the curve of your neck and shoulder. 

“You got something there,” you say next to Asra. You reach over to wipe a streak of drool off of Asra’s chin. Asra smiles and laughs at you. 

They reach over to place their hands on both of your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up then,” you say placing one last kiss on their forehead. 

[messiahzzz]

people in the asra tag, going out of their way to refer to him as a man: look at this boy! he is the man of my dreams! sir, how dare you! husband magician! aisha/salim must be so proud of their son!

[the-iron-orchid]

Anyway I headcanon the Alnazars (Al-Nazar?) as Levantine Arabs for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is homage to my wonderful Levantine Arab friends and love for their culture (I do like writing bits of it into RP and fics)

I write Asra as amab nonbinary in homage to my amab nonbinary friends who constantly struggle with people trying to erase them. Shoutout to my he/theys

Apropos of nothing much except that’s how I’m writing Asra, so people can avoid if it’s going to bother them I suppose

[bazzpop]

Ok here goes nothing. I headcannon Asra as a vers dom. he really loves it when you take control. I imagine him making a bunch of subtle flirty jokes (as he does) and it’s like “You shouldn’t do that, MC.” “Oh really? What are you going to do about it?” And you challenge his dom-ness and the whole following sexual experience is just the two of you fighting to be on top. Seeing who can make the other feel the best. But when your lips wrap around his cock, he gives in and let’s you dominate him.

👀👀 I like