#the magicians smut

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

Quick HCs!

The M6 favorite places to ♧winkwink♧

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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."

[tsu-namu]

Such little asra content nowadays, guess I’ll just make it myself 🗣️

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Dirty little Sammy blurb, anyone?

WARNINGS: 18+, fingering (f!receiving) below the cut!!

***

I feel like Sam would be the type to just want to make you cum randomly. You could be laying in bed, a comfort movie you both have in common playing on the TV.

Suddenly, his leg is slowly hooking around your calf, pulling your leg away from your other and trapping it in place with his. You know this move too well and it makes your breath catch.

His hand comes to your belly, the back of his knuckles running gently over the skin below your bellybutton, noting the way your body gently trembles under his touch - as it does every time.

“Sammy…” you breathe, letting your free leg fall open a little more. One of your body’s many ways of welcoming him.

“Shhh…” Sam is quick to quiet you, his fingers now dancing along the hem of your shorts. He slides them beyond the hem, sucking in a breath at the absence of any underwear. “You must have known I was gonna play with your pretty cunt.”

“I mean, You… you do it a lot,” you point out. Though, he’s already well aware that he can hardly go an hour without watching your pretty face twist in pleasure.

Sam’s middle finger finally meets with your swelling clit, gently brushing over it as he continues down to your entrance to collect some of the arousal already pooling there.

“What do I do a lot? Tell me.” He wants to hear you say it.

“Y-You play with my pretty cunt a lot…” You answer him, your voice dripping with desperation already.

“And why do I do that?” Sam continues, his middle finger now swirling slowly around your throbbing clit.

“Because you like to watch me cum.” You barely get the words out through a stream of whimpers.

“Atta girl,” Sam praises, resting his cheek against your forehead. He places a quick kiss to your temple, before pulling back to watch your reactions.

Adding another finger, they dip back down to your entrance to coat themselves and return to your clit. He keeps a steady pace, but the pressure is light, only increasing it as your body gradually sinks further into the mattress.

You turn your head into Sam’s chest, muffling your moans that are growing louder and louder with each pass of his fingers.

“Feel good, baby doll?” Sam preens, a cocky smirk dancing on the corners of his mouth.

“So good, Sammy,” you whimper, barely audible. “Please…”

“Don’t rush, princess.” He reminds you. His other arm, tucked under your back, pulls you closer into him, cradling your shaking body. “You’ll get there when it’s time…” he pauses for a brief moment before slyly adding, “… Or when I let you.”

“Samuel.” It’s only a partially firm huff of his name, holding hardly any threatening weight, given the way your voice is higher and breathier.

“Relaaax.” His gravely voice drawls lowly. “Poor baby doesn’t want to be edged tonight?”

“No. No, I don’t…” You whine, squirming as a wave of sensitivity crashes over you, shoving you closer towards your high.

“Alright, okay.” Sam says with a low, breathy chuckle.

You refocus your full attention of the feeling of his calloused fingers stroking over your bundle of nervous, brushing over every spot that makes your body jolt with pleasure.

The burn in the pit of your stomach starts to intensify, a flower of bliss just waiting to bloom within you. It’s ridiculous, really, how quickly he can pull an orgasm from your body.

“See? You’re already close, aren’t you, princess?” Sam questions, his tone holding the slightest, taunting edge.

All you can muster in response is another moan, words and complete sentences have completely left you, lost beneath the pleasure that has clouded every inch of your brain.

With a few more quick passes of his fingers, you’re unraveling, squirming as much as having one leg pinned within his will allow.

“There it is.” Sam smiles down at you, priding himself with how he can make you feel so good. “Let it all go for me. I got you, baby doll.”

“Fuck, Sammy! Oh, fuck-“ You moan and writhe, riding out your high until the pleasure starts to tiptoe into that over-sensitivity.

Sam’s fingers slow to a stop, but rest on your clit in light of feeling it flutter against his fingers as your post-orgasm daze takes over.

[ff-au]

Too embarrassed to post this on my main (and I probably will delete this after a day or 2 purely because I wish to keep this blog up as a direct and clean archive of this AU) buuutttt—I was wondering if there is any interest in any monster Frankie X Lucky Contestant X Real Frankie content? Like I'm gonna be real here when I say I'm really wanting to write a somewhat depraved smut fic however I'm on the fence about this because this is a new fandom that's still starting out and I don't know people's opinions regarding certain things and the last thing I wanna do is scare people away with ideas that some might find weird or possibly too freaky.

NSFW warning below but this is just a rough idea for a fic I wanna write and to also gauge interest on the weirder side of this fandom (because there already is a weird side lol)

The rough idea of what I WANT this fic to be is a post-game sort of enemies to lovers poly-cule situation where Real Frankie and the contestant (who I'll refer to as Lucky in the fic) have a really wholesome romantic relationship going on that developed by complete chance. Monster Frankie finds this out and by complete accident he figures out the sexual side of Lucky and Real Frankie's relationship is less than thrilling with Real Frankie not being the best in bed. This ultimately leads to a situation where Real Frankie CONSENSUALLY gets cucked by his monster counterpart with Lucky being all in for the idea as long as their rabbit boyfriend also is (which ya know, Real Frankie finds it hot and is cool with it)

I'm putting consensually in bold because I wanna emphasis that the entire idea for this is a depraved—but still wholesome and consensual situation. Real Frankie is okay with it because he finds it hot, Lucky is A-okay with it because Monster Frankie gives them the best night of their life, and Monster Frankie not only gets sex outta this but he also starts to form genuine feelings for Lucky who he thought as nothing more than a pest who would always survive him. This leads to Monster Frankie asking if they could make this a sort of reoccurring thing because he's too shy to admit to himself he's beginning to like someone who he previously wanted dead but he'd still like to be close to Lucky in an intimate manner. Oh and of course because everything is consensual there's no hard feelings between Lucky and Real Frankie because they both find enjoyment they both agree to Monster Frankie's proposal.

I absolutely LOVE fluff and smut and writing it so this idea came to me whilst also using this as an experiment/opportunity to write something I'm not really used to writing (rough sex). If anybody isn't off-put by this idea leave a comment, or if you are rightfully too embarrassed to do either and have this post be a smudge on your clean account—leave an anon ask just expressing your interest and I may go through with it.

[daily-hanamura]

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

The only think that's better than smut headcanons is

More smut headcanons

It's colorful, it's clichè, it's

♡♧Sexy Lingerie♡♧

Portia - she has several pieces she desiegned and made herself. Her favourite is a classic purple babydoll. It's see through and has white fur all around the hems, that ticles your skin as you make your way under it.

Muriel - he'll never admit it, but he actually enjoys dressing up a bit for the occasion. He wears a beautiful hand woven kimono-cut robe, that frames his wide chest beautifully, with intricate geometric patterns on the front.

Julian - ... I mean, do I really need to tell you that his plague doctor leather outfit is, in fact, NOT for medical purposes?

Lucio - gold paint and blood red rhynestones. And that's it. Anything covering him would only hide his beauty.

Nadia - What part of her wardrobe should we talk about? The long transparent robes with trails? The thigh high leather boots? The lace and gold bodysuit?

Asra - illusion clothes. It seems real, it moves like it's real, but when you touch it... very much not real. They're mischievous enough to invite you on a walk by the river without telling you that the only actual things they're wearing are their necklaces.

[foolishnefertiti]

We know what they were doing for several days, do we?

This fanfic I’ve just written does.

WW2, magic, and lots of seductive smut.

Enjoy and please feel free to share!

[junosartsthetic]

Avdol is THE most underrated character in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure(tm). Especially in the fandom. He is such an underutilized character. Fluff? His stand produces HEAT. Ultimate warm cuddles. Smut? Well, if you’re into temperature-play, do I have the man for you! Angst? He’s got so many untapped character traits. I am on my hands and knees begging my fellow jjba writers, artists, and content-creators to explore my beloved husband-in-law. please. thank you. 

[s-4pphics]

magician!ellie doing that card trick where her partner has to find the card w her signature but instead of her name it’s a sketch of ur pussy💗💗💗

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

spicy thought below the cut

It’s one thing to get yourself off… but sometimes, I really sit and wonder what it would be like to orgasm at the hands of Jake or Sam. They use their fingers DAILY. For HOURS…. like…the stamina, the skills they definitely have. Not to mention being able to multi-task with each hand???? If they can just play and play for hours like that… imagine how long they can spend edging you, or making you cum over and over. I- i-

Someone pls tell me they also sit and think about this in depth???? it CAN NOT just be me

[knight-engale]

"Why, Morgan, you dressed up for me. I'm flattered."

Top ten visuals I can't get out of my head. A big thank you to @ace--of--swords for letting me borrow the amazing Uno for this! I love them........

[bijoumikhawal]

once more pondering wether I should have an additional nom de plume for some of my writing

[theficlistpodcast]

...I'm not even a little bit sorry, tbh 😂 (As always, check the tags before reading!)

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Hawkins: Fantasizes about Ikkaku submissive at his feet draped in silk and gold chains.

Zoro: Fantasizes about Ikkaku dual-wielding two swords kicking ass while wearing his clothes.

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

HC time! And this time is

☆Smut☆

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

~~~~♧~~~~

Nadia

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

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

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

Asra

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

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

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

Muriel

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

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

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

Julian

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

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

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

Lucio

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

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

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