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[little-lemoncake]

Sleepless (Part 1)

Asra Alnazar (The Arcana) x Female!Reader

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

contains: Dom/Sub Dynamic, Fingering, Choking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I even repeated myself beforehand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[little-lemoncake]

Lie to me

Sub GN!Reader x Unspecified Dom w/ he/him pronouns

Genre: untitled smut prompt in which y/n is pretty damn desperate for relief 😃 not associated with any specific character, but could be Zuko from atla or Asra from the Arcana. just for fun and not proofread :)

contains: dom/sub dynamic, begging

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"i'm so horny, baby", you say, quietly. "i need release. i can't think straight. i can't think about anything else."

"you wont cum yet, baby. at least not with permission."

your face takes on desperate features and your breath hatches.

"please", you breathe with so much need that you feel tears building up in your eyes, but he shakes his head.

you mirror his movement, looking around the room frantically, searching for any kind of solution, any kind of possibility, any kind of release. your eyes stop as a desperate, filthy idea hits you.

"then lie to me", you say, looking up to him. "please, just tell me you'll let me cum. i need that security just for a moment. just lie."

he furrows his brows and laughs.

"oh, sweetheart?", he laughs, "are you really that desperate? that horny? enough to beg me to lie to you, even if you know it's not gonna be true?"

you swallow.

"yes."

[little-lemoncake]

God

Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut! nsfw

Contains: Dom/Sub Dynamic (Sub Reader), Degradation Kink, Light Praise Kink, Orgasm control, Overstimulation, Choking, Slapping, Objectification, Pet names (Pet, Doll), Loki having a massive power kink

A/N: My first piece of smut to ever reach the internet! This is a drabble that's been sitting in my notes unfinished for a while now, so I decided to post it as it is.

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"God, what a whore you are."

The god whispers into your ear, sending tingles down your spine that quickly trasmute into your insides clenching and a gush of liquid running out. He just laughs.

"That's enough?", he asks. "That's enough to make you all desperate, to get you on the edge? You filthy whore. You're just a dumb fuckpuppet for your God, now aren't you?" He lets his eyes run to where your bodies meet, lips forming a smirk. "Made for my cock to ruin. Made for my pleasure."

You clench when he rubs your clit, watching you in amusement as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace, lightly slapping your face with his other hand now - "Look at you, a dumb little fuckpet for me to use as I please. Or am I wrong there, pet? Hm? Are you already too fucked out to talk? Already?"

He lets his palm meet your cheek once again, leaving a sting that lingers for a few moments and that he eases by resting his hand on your cheek. The god watches your muscles relax into his touch with secret fascination that he's careful to hide away - but he quickly collects himself, grabbing you by the throat as he quickens both the pace of his thrusts and the circles on your clit, now pushing into you fully, employing an utter strength that you did not expect, but that has you seeing stars.

"Loki", you manage to exhale, eyes rolled back, and he laughs as he observes your struggle to speak. He lets go of your throat, granting you the possibility to talk. "What is it, doll?"

You stumble upon his name a few more times as he thrusts inside you hard everytime you seem to catch your breath, and your thighs begin to quiver. "Loki", you finally utter, "May I please cum?"

Your god lowers his face to yours. "How cute.“He pouts, both the vibrations of his low voice and the praise that you're so desperate for making your clench.

"I do not care if you cum, pet."

An ecstatic little moan leaves your lips.

"Just know that I will keep this going for a while. Contrary to you, it takes a bit more for me to become... undone", he mocks as he keeps his movements up. "All your orgasms mean to me are a tighter cunt to fuck.“ He grins down to you. „So at least tell your god when you're about to cum so he can make good use of your holes, will you?"

You don't get the chance to tell him. Lewd noises leave your throat right before your orgasm hits you, just to stay silent for a moment as your mouth falls open and legs relax before falling into a brutal rhythm of quivers and clenches. "Shit", you curse, and immediately earn a slap that lets you fall even deeper into pleasure.

"Look at you", the god laughs, "Even the punishments turn you on. Have you grown addicted to the way only I can destroy you, whore?"