#the arcana smut
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The Arcana characters and their kinks (need this cause this fandom is so dead😭)
Yeah the fandom may be dead but I'm still here so... is it really dead?
Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, Lucio x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, edging, morning sex, public sex, bath sex, fingering, taking orders, orgasm denial, cum marking
A/N: I am here! Not exactly All-Might but for you I can be the bootleg version.
Asra is into fucking you awake. He can have you in your dreams, he can feel you in your dreams, he can make anything happen. But nothing gets him hornier then seeing your pussy react to him, every little lick and kiss and thrust that he does while you're still trying to blink sleep off your eyes.
Nadia will not let you go until you're struggling against her grip to get away. She has you on the edge of the bath, her head between your legs, lapping at your clit, making your slick mix with the sweet smelling bath water. Until she has you passing out from her tongue she won't quit, no matter how many times you tell her you're getting sensitive. Good. That was her plan all along.
Julian has lots of ropes for a reason. You can use them on him or he can use him on you, either way it gets you wet and his cock hard as a rock. When you have him tied up he loves it when you rub the outside of your pussy along the length of his cock, rubbing the cum over yourself and down to his balls. Don't let him cum until he's inside of you, no matter how hard he pulls on the ropes.
Portia wants to have her fingers deep inside of you every moment you're together. Being able to curl them and make you moan even ever she feels like it sends her into such a horny frenzy. She juxtaposes this with extremely soft kisses which confuse your senses, do you relax into the kisses or do you ride her finger until you come?
Muriel is very happy when you mark him with your cum. All over his abs and lower back and thighs and his face. As for when he marks you its usually on your face or your ass if he manages to pull out of your pussy on time. If he doesn't then he wants to get hard again as soon as possible in order to mark you.
Lucio will fuck you anytime he chooses to, even in public. You're his, you should be happy and honored that he chose you of all people to fuck. That pretty collar on your neck has meaning you know? It was a gift from him so lift your neck and display it with pride while he has your legs spread and your pussy throbbing.
#the arcana#the arcana x reader#asra x reader#nadia x reader#julian x reader#portia x reader#muriel x reader#lucio x reader#the arcana smut#the arcana imagines#the arcana headcanons
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Muriel x Darius (My MC) and that one meme, it might've happened once, or twice, in their first couple of times.
#the arcane game#the arcana#the arcana mc#muriel x mc#the arcana muriel#muriel the hermit#sketch#Muriel route#artists on tumblr#the arcana apprentice#the arcana a mystic romance#muriel of the kokhuri#muriel the arcana#muriel the mountain man#muriel x apprentice#the arcana smut
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(A/n: the drabble comment was a joke the other day, but it's starting to become a reality😭😂 At least they're getting done lol)
Word Count: 285
Summary- A goddess is as a goddess does. And all Julian wants is for you to show him your power.
Warnings: Bondage, FemDom! Reader, Lingerie
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Julian Devorak x Fem! Reader: Kinktober Day 9; Lingerie + Bondage
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Julian pulls against his restraints, testing out the knots. Nothing. 'She tied them well…' He thinks to himself.
"So..?" Your voice snaps his gaze to the doorway and oh…
Oh, he's fucked.
"Fuck…" he breathes, hands flexing against the rope.
You stand just inside the room, red lace adorning your curves. The bralette does barely anything to cover your tits, the dark of your nipples just peaking through the thin fabric. The double elastic of your panties dig into the skin of your hips, accentuating the fat and - Fuck. You're gonna be the death of him. - crotchless. The panties are crotchless.
A shudder runs up Julian's spine as he groans. With the look of the small smile you're fighting back, you definitely saw the way his cock jumped in his trousers at the realization.
You step into the room, strappy heels clicking on the floor with each stride.
"You could step on my neck and I'd thank you…" Julian moans as he watches each sultry sway of your hips.
You finally stand in front of him, making his head crane back to meet your gaze. You place a hand on his shoulder as you swing a bare leg over his so you're straddling him.
"You like?" Your lips trail along his jawline, plant small kisses here and there.
His breath stutters as you graze his pulse point.
"Like?" He lets out a breathless 'hah' as his arms flex, subconsciously trying to get out of their prison. "I'd ravish you if the urge for you to ravish me wasn't so strong. You're a goddess…"
"Then worship me." You gently bite his earlobe, grinding your hips down and relishing in the absolutely sinful sound that leaves him.
#julian devorak#julian devorak x mc#julian devorak x reader#julian devorak smut#kinktober 2023#julian devorak x apprentice#the arcana smut#the arcana julian#the arcana julian x mc#the arcana julian smut
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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.
#the arcana#the arcana game#nadia satrinava#nadia the arcana#asra the magician#julian devorak#countess nadia#arcana#the arcana smut#lucio morgasson#muriel arcana#portia devorak#mc x arcana m6
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Better Than A Dream
Genre: NSFW
Characters: Muriel from the arcane & Reader
Contains: soft mdom, mention of wet dream, oral m. Receiving, Dirty talk, cock warming,
A/n: welcome to grape’s annual Muriel smut one shot post. Will there be one next year? The world may never know!
You feel the bed shift more than once in the span of a few minutes stirring you awake. With half eyes open you notice the sliver of moonlight passing through the curtains. letting you know that it was a little pass midnight.
It was the sigh that made you fully turn towards a clearly vexed Muriel beside you, running a hand down his face. His exposed chest goes up and down in shaky breaths , his skin flushed. “Muriel?” he starts at the sound of your voice in the quite room. You apologies noticing his reaction. “Are you alright?” You ask softly. You don’t move closer even when you want to, not knowing if it’s okay to touch him, wanting to give him space.
He nodes but he dosnt look at you. “I’m sorry that I woke you. ” you shake your head, “it’s alright” You wish you could say that waking up to Muriel tossing and turning at night was rare but unfortunately this was the case ever so often. Memories of the past thought to be forgotten resurfacing, playing out in his dreams where he is supposed to be the safest. Causing him to stir like this, hold you closer to him or at times leaving the bed completely until you go find him when you feel his abesnace.
“Was it a nightmare again?” You watch his face as he sucks in a breath, eyes landing on one of the hanging crystals by the wall catching the moonlight. After a moment he shakes his head. You feel a slight relief, reaching a hand towards him rubbing his arm. He clears his throat “It was- it was nothing.” He turns to his side towards you but his eyes are still not meeting yours. “It’s late you should go back to sleep” you frown at his dismissal even though he can’t see it. Clearly something is bothering him.
“are you sure? you were tossing and turning for awhile” your fingers brush through his dark hair. Shifting closer to him, your hand continuing the motion hoping to relax him. Although you couldn’t have seen his throat bob and hear his heartbeat quicken.
“I’m sure.” He states. However when he takes in a breath, breathing in your familiar scent. words escape him in a groan like whisper. “Just a selfish dream”
You don’t miss the lowered words. “A selfish dream?” You questioned. Muriel only nodes his head after a moment,closing his eyes hoping for You to follow his lead into returning to sleep. but Your curiosity still Persists. “Was it good or bad?” Muriel’s hand reaches out to your waist, letting out a breath. You would have taken it a sign to stop after he was quiet for a moment but to your amusement he replied. “Good…really good” his thumb rubs your side.
Good? You think, confused Then why doesn’t he want to- his hand pulls you closer. Oh… all other thoughts fade at the feel of his body against yours.
You bite your lip suppressing a smile. “Muriel?” You say, hand pushing back hair that had fallen forward.
“Hm?” He breathes You again unknowingly where your brain has wondered too.
Sensing his reaction you lean away from his face. “Did you have a wet dream?” His eyes fly open and the blush is blooming on his face just as quickly. “What? N-no I…that’s…” his eyes go over your face. “why do you think that?” He stammers. you move your hips into him feeling him very presently against you.
You are unsure how he is able to get redder especially with the limited visibility that the moon provides. Muriel groans, rolling onto his back and places an arm over his eyes trying to cover himself wishing for the bed to swallow him into the covers.
You find it adorable and enjoyable that the man beside you, no matter how many times he takes you making each other feel all sorts of pleasures. Still gets easily flustered when it comes to talking about desires and intimacy. And because of that, you loved to tease him.
“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know why-“ Muriel started to apologize for the predicament he put you in. But you cut him off before his brain runs off with an idea that is untrue.
“Tell me was it about me?” You say, resting your head on your hand being able to look down at him.
Muriel starts, taken aback at what you said as if he could not believe you would hold the idea that he would be able to think of another person that was not you. “What? Of course it was.. who else…” his eyes narrow and look away from you “you’re teasing me, arnt you?”
You let out a giggle “just a bit, I can’t help it.” He grumbles rolling his eyes at you. You give him a kiss feeling his flushed cheek. “What was I doing in your dream?” You continued. your own body warmed with the ideas forming in your head.
His eyes look back at you, taking in your face as if he thought he didn’t hear you right. “Y-you want to know?” You give him a playful smile and node. this was a first for Muriel and as much as you protected his comfortability you always liked nudging him out of his comfort zone. His Adam able bobs “uh…you…” his gaze shifts away from You again.
You hum, “was I kissing you? Like this” your lips run along his jaw and down the side of his neck. “Y-yes” he sighs. You shift your body placing a arm on the other side of his face. Giving you more access to his neck. Kissing the hollow of his neck “Say it” your words land on his skin. he lets out a breath. “You were kissing me…my neck- just like that” his voice hitches as you suck on his sweet spot. Again your lips go over his neck and throat until you pull away looking down at him waiting for his next words. “my mouth” his eyes open to meet yours above him. A shy smile tilts at his lips and you never want to forget the image of him smiling up at you like this.
his largehand cups your face guiding you towards him until your lips meet. Muriel breathes you in. his lips greeting yours gently as he always does making you feel loved and cared for. But as always there is a point where his kisses become deeper and hungrier. Moans escaping each other.
bodies pressed and slightly moving against each other. You’re breathless when you ask “what else?” The forest color of his eyes were just rimming the edges of his darkened eyes. A contrast to his flushed face. “my body” he lets out and you were not needed to be told twice. Your mouth already leaving lingering kisses on his chest. His breathes becoming quicker his voice breathy each time he instructs you to go lower and lower. Kissing each scar knowing where they are on him. Leaving marks on His toned stomach.
When you reach the band of his undergarments. His need was visibly pressed against the fabric and you felt your own need pulse through your body. You kissed his thigh and looked up at him. His gaze landed on yours and he nodded. You take his signal and remove the covering. He was painfully hard, precum already dripping down the vein. Muriel sucks in a breath finally being free of his constraints. Making your mouth water.
You rub his hip and kiss next to the base and ever so lightly pressing your lips up his cock. “What did I do next?” You ask teasingly looking up at him. Muriel’s hand surprisingly lands on the back of your head. His gaze looking at you between his legs having him suppress a moan at the sight but his dick twitches giving him away. Yet his voice comes out deep and clear, traces of his shyness gone. “you used that teasing mouth to suck me off” his words land on your ears before Muriel guides your mouth to take him.
He curses above you as you moan around his head,licking around it. sending shocks through him which makes his hips buck the last of him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks as you let him move your head to a pace he wanted which was still mindful of you even in his pleasured state. As your own hand worked on the rest of him. “Yes, just like that” he groans.
You worked on him as best as you could as he moved you to his pleasure. Flattening your tongue having his clock glide in and out against. The your tongue rubbing that sensitive spot under the tip. All of this has his head digging deeper into the pillow and the grip on your hair tightening . “This is” he groans looking down at the sight before him. “much better than a dream” your eyes land on his and it makes his body tighten with more arousal then he thought he could have. The sight that you had also made you throb, a coat of sweat on his skin and his heaving chest caused you to moan wanting to see him come undone. he continues to follow his pleasure.
Yeses and praises falling from his mumbled lips. Just when you thought he was close to going over the edge, his hand stops and gently pulls you away from him. Giving him a sight of you as a drooling mess. Making The words “turn over on your hands and knees” not get out fast enough. His desire reaching that point where he needed to be inside of you, to feel all of you. Smiling you do as told not being able to form a reply because along with Muriel you just needed him inside you as fast as possible.
“A good listener” his deep voice sends a jolt down your spine as his large frame covers you. Earning him a moan “Muriel please, i need you” His lips kiss your exposed neck and shoulder while his hands remove your underwear. “I’m yours” he states wasting no time he starts pushing himself into you causing you both to moan at the sensation that never ceases to consume you both “all yours” he groans when he fully sinks into you. Giving you time to adjust to him, your walls stretch around the thickness of him. Your head lands on the mattress. Hips moving back with a whine, having Muriel take it as sign that he can began thrusting.
His movements begin slow till he almost pulls out fully and thrusts back in, wanting to feel the real you not his imagination, not how you feel in a dream. every inch, clench, throb and the warmth of you. One hand lands on your hip while the other one goes down your back keeping you with your head down. His pace picks up until you both are lost in pleasure and your sounds fill up the dark room. Every thrust sends jolts through you as he hits the spot that sends you closer to the edge each time.
After a moment your on your hands again and his chest is pressed against your back, covering you with his body. Your only thought his of him, everything about him consumes you as he keeps thrusting into you and pants next to your ear. Making you clench around him. The sensation pooling in your core increases when Muriel bites your shoulder muffling his moan against you.
He straightens up again hands on your hips, his breath increasing. “I’m gonna-“ he curses again “me too” You gasp Your hips move back against him and he lets you fuck yourself against him. “You’re perfect…. so so perfect” he says breathlessly “let go, please I want to feel you come around me” in a voice deep and pleading that causes you to go over the edge for him each time. With his name on your lips. he stills your hips against him, and you feel his hot release inside you. His own hips resuming his sloppy thrusts, Ridding both of your highs with moans and breaths becoming tangled. “take all of it” he moans.
After a moment when your hearts have calmed down. He slips out of you, both feeling the absence of the other. He pecks your back and cheek. “Come here” he coaxes.
Turning, you see him lay down head on his pillow. He then positions you, so you were to straddling him. Looking up at you with a blissed look that You have committed to memeory and often appears in your own dreams. “Are you okay?” He never fails to ask, pushing some of your hair back behind your ears. you node. “Always” you say kissing him. He sighs into you. You pull away with a playful grin.
“I do have to say, Your dream was quite an eventful one” as if on cue pink blooms across his already flushed face. Making you laugh.
His gaze meets yours again before looking down your body. Following your curves up again, humming. “It’s not over yet” you tilt your head questioning his words. It’s now Muriel that has a grin on his face. Lifting you up slightly he slips himself inside you again with a moan. His hands glide over your thighs, hips and waist continuing dragging his hands up your sides taking off your shirt. Forest Eyes taking you in fully under the moonlight. Making you feel loved, desired, admired, protected all at once. His hands don’t stop until they reached your face drawing you in for a gentle kiss keeping himself inside you having every inch of you against him, keeping him warm. “There. My dream is now complete.”
#muriel the hermit#muriel x reader#muriel the arcana#muriel the mountain man#the arcana smut#the arcana game#oneshot#muriel smut#the arcana asra#the arcana julian
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Can I ask for Asra from The Arcana with male reader please? maybe an established relationship where they've been together for a long time? Not much of a plot but mostly just smut/fluff where Reader comes back wounded and goes to clean himself off, and when he comes out into the main bedroom, they end up having sex and it's a bit frantic because they missed each other? Bottom reader if that's okay with you. Thank you
missed you
asra alnazar x m!reader
Synopsis: Asra heals you with his magic after you return home littered in injuries — albeit in a different way.
a/n -> i love him so much<333 just got done playing his route again and now i am overcome with the sensation of emptiness once more. but anyways, ty for requesting him! it gets a little tiring only writing for genshin, no matter how much i love the requests and the characters. i hope this is okay!
wc -> 1.8k
cw -> anal sex, anal fingering, brief blowjob, mentions of injury
You winced as a sharp sting permeated through your skin, shifting uncomfortably when the fabric of your shirt rubbed against your wound. You sighed in relief when you realized that the sign at the front of the magic shop read "Open" - Asra was home.
"I'll be out in a moment!" You were met with a comforting voice when you opened the door, a cheerful jingle echoing through the building.
"Oh, [Name], you're back!" Asra smiled warmly, setting his cup of tea on the front counter. You watched as his eyes roamed your body for a moment before they widened at the sight of your blood staining your clothes.
"What happened to you?" he questioned, rushing to your side. He placed a hand on your lower back to guide you to your shared bedroom after he flipped the sign and locked the door.
"Oh, nothing much..." you trailed off. It was a little embarrassing, really.
"You're bleeding. That doesn't look like 'Nothing much.'" He raised a brow and made you sit on the bed.
"...Would you believe me if I said that a... plant attacked me?"
He blinked incredulously, halting in place. It took him a few moments to process what you just said, trying futilely to figure out how in the world that could've occurred.
"What," he managed to utter, leaning back to stare at you.
"I tripped and spilled a lot of the stuff in my bag. It got over a plant and... here I am," you bashfully explained, incapable of maintaining eye contact any longer.
"What did you have in the bag?"
"Herbs, medicinal powders, items of the like. Now I know not to mix them, I guess."
Asra sighed and shook his head in fond exasperation, but an uneasy expression still managed to cross his face. "It's good that you're okay, but you need to be more careful next time. I was already on edge when I found out that Nadia didn't know where you were."
"Right. Sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows at his apprehension, guilt settling in your chest.
"Well, it doesn't help to dwell in the past." He leaned closer to you. Pressing a hand against your torso, he guided you down so that you lay on your back. "I'd better heal you."
You nodded and relaxed against the plush and comforting covers, shivering at his touch. Your eyes widened in surprise when he did not trace your injury with his fingers like he normally would, but instead placed his lips over the top of your cut. He peered up at you through his eyelashes and smiled innocently.
With gentle glints of light, he mended the skin with his soothing kisses, beginning from your chest. He softly caressed your hips as he moved lower and lower. You swallowed hard and found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.
You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, your face feeling incredibly hot. You tensed when he lingered dangerously close to the waistband of your pants but had to hold back a noise when he abruptly rose from his position.
"You look awfully flustered." His eyes were alight with mischief, body towering over yours. "I wonder what's gotten you so worked up?"
"Don't tease..." You looked away bashfully, feebly squirming under his gaze. He noticed the slightest opening of your legs and couldn't help the smile that appeared. He shifted himself back between your thighs, running his hand over your bare stomach.
He glanced up at you. "Are you sure? You just returned. Do you want to rest first?"
"No, I'm okay. K-keep going," you replied. He nodded, tucked his fingers under the band of your pants, and gently tugged them down alongside your underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath at the contrast between your heated skin and the cooler air of the bedroom, though Asra's body heat very quickly warmed you up again.
He sighed over your semi-hard cock, mouth slightly ajar, and averted his focus onto your thighs instead. He kissed random spots, some closer to where you wanted him and others farther away.
You lightly pulled on his hair to gain his attention and shot him a tense look, to which he chuckled out an apology.
"Sorry. I just missed you." He hovered over your dick once more before finally taking it in his mouth with the aid of his hand. The other one reached for yours, interlocking your fingers as he pushed himself until you could feel the beginning of his throat. He didn't prefer going all the way — not that you minded.
He used the saliva that escaped through the corners of his lips to help him jerk off what he didn't get. You moaned softly, tightening your grip around his hand, digging your free one into the bedsheets. You weren't sure if it was because you were gone for so long, but how he handled you with such practiced ease had you resisting the impulse to thrust your hips upwards.
He hummed contentedly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled affectionately, unable to tear his gaze away from your face. He was rendered utterly entranced for a few moments, captivated with your scent, your taste, your voice. With you.
He worked to please, watching every twitch of your body, listening to every sound that passed your lips. He couldn't help but grind against the mattress: impatience and desire steadily rising, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could subdue them.
With a great deal of reluctance, he pulled himself away from you, already missing the weight of your weeping cock on his tongue. You reopened your eyes — when had you closed them? — and observed him with bated breath. He reached towards the cluttered nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lube, pouring some of the contents on his fingers.
His dick strained against the cloth of his pants, aching to be touched. But he ignored his own needs for the moment, directing his focus solely on you. He inserted one finger inside you before adding a second one, deciding on taking his time to prepare you. He could feel you shudder when he began to move them in a scissoring motion, curling them every so often to bring forth moans.
He leaned down to shower your neck in kisses, heat traveling up and down his spine in powerful surges.
"I'm ready," you murmur breathlessly.
"I just started." Asra raised an eyebrow. You weren't typically this urgent, this needy, but he understands. He's barely stopping himself from acting the same.
"I-It's fine," you stammered, widening your legs in want. "Please..."
He swallowed hard. He longed to finally bury himself inside you, but the concern of hurting you fought valiantly within his mind. His hand slowed in contemplation as he stared into your eyes. They were wide, pupils blown and filled with lust.
"Oh, how could I ever say no to you?" He removed his fingers with a gentle smile before it morphed into something akin to worry. "But please tell me if it hurts, okay?"
You nodded and offered him a meek grin of your own. "I will."
He turned to grab the bottle of lube once more and poured an ample amount (a tad more than usual) on his cock that he freed from his pants a few moments prior. He slightly winced before he pressed the tip against your hole and began to push himself inside.
He groaned, stilling when his pelvis met your ass. The burn was a bit more prominent compared to the previous times you'd done this, but it wasn't something you couldn't tolerate. In fact, you would say that it felt good.
You wordlessly signaled him with a bob of your head to get him to move, to which he sighed pleasurably in return. He trailed his hands up from your hips to your waist, caressing the flesh as he began leisurely thrusting, his pace increasing with every passing moment.
Your breaths were shallow as you gazed at him with loving eyes, enamored with the sight before you. You couldn't resist the urge to raise your arms toward him, wanting to feel his body close to yours - despite knowing he's already as close as he can be. But he couldn't disregard how you were so beautifully splayed out in front of him and entertained your wish by curling his arms around your upper body as you wrapped your own over his back.
There was nothing to conceal each other's noises, creating a melody only the two of you could hear. He could feel you tighten when he whispered breathless praises in your ear, nothing but honesty spilling from his lips.
You turned your head to kiss the side of his neck, offering wordless replies. You were caught up in hazy bliss, arching your back as the heat within your abdomen strengthened each second. Your moans grew louder as you urged him to move a bit faster, desperate to reach your climax.
The bed creaked alongside the headboard that softly struck the wall, mixing in with the harmony that was your moans and his labored breaths, but neither of you paid it any heed.
"I love you. I love you..." he chanted, seemingly lost in the mantra as he neared his orgasm.
You tensed when the spark of ecstasy finally washed over you in surges, rolling over your skin pleasantly. Your cock spurted cum over your bare stomach, tended to by one of your hands. You could feel his breath hitch beside your ear, and instinctively pulled him closer with your legs just as he came.
You shuddered, relaxing as he buried his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. You combed your fingers through his curly white hair, patiently waiting for him to settle, basking in the afterglow.
It wasn't until a minute or so when he finally decided to pull away and place most of his weight on his knees to look at you. The two of you remained silent for a few moments longer until he spoke, "We should take a bath."
You nodded with a chuckle. "Also, where's Faust? I haven't seen her in a while."
"Here..." Faust's faint voice was even quieter than before, and both of your heads swerved towards the windowsill, where the curtains rustled. You were mortified to see a familiar purple snout poke out from underneath.
"How did you not...?!" you exclaimed at Asra. Your face felt so hot it felt like you could cook an egg on it.
"I don't know!" He looked away in shame. "I was caught in the moment?"
He didn't seem sure of himself, and you groaned with your hands over your eyes.
"With you missing from the Palace, coming home injured," he tried to explain, "and with me missing you after just coming home from a recent journey, I completely forgot she was sleeping on the window."
Your expression softened. "I'm sorry."
He smiled. "It's okay. Now, let's hurry and clean up."
cross-posted on ao3
#asra alnazar#asra x you#asra x apprentice#apprentice reader#male apprentice reader#the arcana smut#reader smut#male reader smut#asra x reader#asra x mc#asra x male mc#asra x male reader#asra x reader smut#asra x male reader smut#requested fic
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myrrh / lavender and sage
asra x reader x muriel
contents : comfort smut, pwp, praise, sub reader, dom characters, ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes probably, super indulgent
a.n. : um.. sorry for disappearing for god knows how long <333 heres a snippet of a smutfic in writing for my bf to make up for it ! i'll probably post the rest when i finish it if this is received well <3
the night is still young, and you sigh as you relax into the many furs adorning muriel's worn mattress, limbs aching after a busy day at the shop.
asra saunters over to your relaxed form, smelling of herbs and spices and holding a steaming cup of tea, grinning when you open an eye to peek at his admittedly revealing silk lavender robe; it was a gift from nadia, handed over with a knowing glint in her eye.
"like what you see?" he teases, soothing voice almost gliding over you like butter. he looks gorgeous with the crackling fire illuminating his already-ethereal features. you blink and he's seated on your left, his free hand guiding your pliant head to rest on his chest, before taking a sip of the tea and placing it on the nightstand. "rough day?" he coos, adjusting his tune as you nod and he reclines back, your head still resting on his bare chest; still listening to the steady beat of your hearts.
just then, the door swings open as muriel hobbles in, shoulders sagging as he beelines it for the mattress, front door swinging shut behind him. the large frame of your shared lover looms over you and asra before he climbs into bed on your other side, relaxation visibly washing over him as he reaches a beefy arm around your waist and softly kisses the crook of your neck. now, it was your turn to ask; "long day, love?" returned only with a grunt from the man tracing his slightly chapped lips along the most sensitive spots of your throat.
you shudder, and you feel muriel's lips turn up against your skin, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin as you keen lightly into your loves' hold. asra strokes your hair softly, scratching and massaging your scalp and leaning down to whisper sweet praises in your ear as muriel's arm tightens, hand sliding down to grip your hip.
asra coos, voice breathy in your ear, before capturing your shuddering lips in a deep kiss. when he pulls back, the hand tangled in your hair pauses and grips the locks as he gazes half-lidded into your eyes, even as you let out a soft moan at the stimulation. "do you want to keep going?" he asks, and even muriel pauses in his ministrations for your answer.
you bob your head rapidly as his words finally breach your hazy mind. you're so tired and all you want tonight is for your two favorite people to help you relax. "use your words, baby," asra tries again, honeyed tone never faltering.
"yes--" you rush out, squirming in your lovers' hold. "please." you add, desperation laced in your tone; a soft moan erupting as muriel bites down on the meaty part of your neck.
asra surges into you, slotting his pillowy lips to join with yours and smiling into the kiss. he only pulls away when you can't go a second more without a breath of air, slowly slipping off your uncomfortable garments with deft fingers. he focuses his attention on your now-bare front, trailing lips from your own, down your neck, and suckling on the soft flesh of your chest, while looking into your eyes the entire time.
you shudder as muriel busies himself with marking your shoulders and back, grinding deeply into the mattress as he lets out near-audible groans of pleasure.
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Me playing for the first time on asras route:
What a pleasant game with interactive storytelling and a loving romantic interest! How whole-
*sees Muriel*
Me, rushing to play his route while salivating:
Have you ever slept with a man?
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muriel so sexy... 😏😈
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The Arcana favorite sex position
Asra💜: Full Nelson
Julian😈: Side-fuck
Portia💐: Tribbing
Nadia: She usually uses a strap on, so missionary
Muriel: MATING PRESS
Lucio: Doggy style
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Can I get some more dominate Julian smut? Preferably with ropes and bondage included 👀
Yes! Absolutely, dominant Julian is the best Julian imo.
Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, brat taming, restraints, dirty talk, tie restraints, gag, marking, dom!Julian Devorak
A/N: Maybe it's just me but I'm seeing a lot of asks lately about bondage. Were you all this M before this or did I unlock something in you?
He likes tying up and to be tied up, give him a collar and a leash and he's all set
Very much a brat tamer, if you give him attitude and he has something to push back against with you it makes for a very fun time for him
Doesn't want to bruise your wrists or ankles so if he ties you up he uses softer material that you can safely tug on
"Keep squirming and I'll have to pin you down entirely. You need to let me line up darling." His cock has been teasing and poking at you for a while now, you get the sense that he's been doing that on purpose just to get you struggling harder despite what he's saying
"I'm trying to make you feel good. I though you wanted it. Am I wrong?" You shake your head, trying to will your body to hold still long enough for him to thrust his cock inside, "See, you can be good when you want to. All you needed was my cock to motivate you."
He doesn't wait for you to tell him to move, he doesn't have to, your cunt clenching around him tells him everything he needs to know
His thumb pushes against your lips, prying them open and rubbing the pad against your tongue, "Don't suck, keep your mouth open." But you want to suck, you want to close your mouth around him, "Can't you understand simple words, I told you no." He pulls his thumb out roughly and presses it against your clit, "You're making me repeat myself, why are you so difficult sometimes? Do you enjoy making me mad?"
Your cunt clenches around him, leaking more arousal onto his cock and balls as they slap against you, words of affirmation leaving you in a sharp hiss
"Ah, so I was right. It's better for you when I'm a little bit mad." You try to reply to him but every word is cut off with a deep, sharp thrust, "If you're not gonna talk properly you really atta shut up." He pulls out, leaving you feeling sore, empty and aching from the emptiness
He watches your pussy clench around nothing for a few moments, "You're so cute."
You watch him with teary eyes as he leaves the bed, leaving you alone and begging for him to come back, to not leave you right on the cusp of an orgasm
"I just need this." He shows you a silk tie, making you wonder where else he's gonna tie you up
As he kneels back between your legs he cups your cheek, watching you melt one moment and your eyes shoot open the next as your mouth is being gagged, "Good?" He gives it a little tug to make sure you're not choking on it, you nod at him, making small noises against the fabric, "Good." He presses a small kiss on the corner of your lips
You moan, whimper and do your best to beg him to get back inside, "Needy, needy." He chuckles at you, pressing his palm against your lower stomach as he slides back in
The palm of his hand presses against your clit when he begins thrusting, faster each time until your hips shake from the impact
It's so easy for him to fuck you like this, "You're so helpless like this. All you can do is take my cock, it's all you're allowed to do."
Your eyes start to blur from the tears and pleasure combined, "Come for me beautiful. Fuck." You can't control yourself anymore as your climax hits you when Julian's cock begins to throb inside you, pulsing and hot
He keeps fucking you through it as his own orgasm begins, splashing, painting your inner walls with white, hot cum, his eyes closing and fluttering as he groans out through it
Your vision goes completely white and for a few moments there's nothing except for Julian's warmth above and inside of you
"Good girl, good girl, good fucking girl! You feel so good baby, keep taking it!" He frowns and somehow goes even harder, prolonging your orgasms
He collapses with his head on your chest as his cock gives a few more little spurts, dripping onto the already wet sheets
You're both tired from your climaxes, Julian slowly pulls out and makes his way down your body, his tongue running over the puffy folds, whispering words of love to you
You squirm away from his mouth, too sensitive to enjoy it, "I get it, don't worry. I'm just cleaning you up a little, it's the least I can do after making such a mess of you."
A sigh leaves you, slightly muffled by the tie as you let him lick you up, kiss your, bite at your thighs until you've calmed down from your high
The evidence of both your climaxes is still all over his chin and torso when he leans against your leg and looks up at you, "You're incredible darling. I love you." He kisses the words against your leg, slowly making his way upwards to untie your mouth and do the same to your mouth
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Muriel x Darius (My MC) AU Gladiator!Muriel x Healerslave!Darius.
Darius has been captured and forced to be a healer for the fighters under Lucio's colosseum since before they even meet with Asra.
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(A/n: Told you it'd be up soon😅😘)
Word Count: 2,007
Summary- How do you expect Lucio to deny a treat such as yourself?
Warnings: Con Noncon, Mentions of "deflowering" (social construct but🤷♀️), anal, a singular slap at the beginning, fingering, unprotected sex- no creampie, let me know if i missed any
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Count Lucio x Male! Reader: Corruption + Anal; Kinktober 2023
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The palace library is filled with the steady shuffling of paper as you flip through various spell books.
Asra has been trying to teach you how to enter the Arcana Realm on your own but you just can't seem to grasp it. So here you are: sorting through book after book to try to figure it out. Sure, Asra would be more than happy to give you extra help, but you can't bring yourself to ask. Not after everything they have done for you already.
Just as you let out a sigh, about to give up for the day, the library doors slam open. You don't even have to look to know who it is. But you do, because he's the count and something about respect, yada yada yada.
You politely nod in acknowledgement even though you're trying to keep your eye from twitching in annoyance. You're already stressed between Asra's new task and the general mayhem that comes from being the count's personal magician.
Namely, the count's particular fascination with making you do measly magic tricks as though you're a court jester - it makes you regret ever accepting the Countess's offer.
"Ah! Y/n! What a wonderful surprise!" Count Lucio exclaims as he strides over to you.
As if he came to the library for any reason other than wanting to bother you.
"Count Lucio," you deadpan, continuing to flip through the pages in front of you.
He perches on the table, not bothering to move the priceless tomes and scrolls. You cringe as the papers crinkle and crunch under his weight.
"I'll never understand why you choose to bury yourself in such a dark, dusty room," he absently flips a book closed as he glances at the papers with a screwed up face. "If I didn't know any better I would think you like these books more than me~"
'Guess you don't know better, then…' you think bitterly.
"Do you require my assistance with something, your Excellency?"
His lips twist into a nasty smirk, sending a chill down your spine.
"I do, actually~"
Rubbing your temples you bookmark the tome you're looking through and set it aside. "And that would be with..?"
Over the course of your time at the palace, you've come to learn that the count has little to no regard for personal space when it comes to the people he favors, -unfortunately, you're one of the most favored of his staff- so you don't think much of it as he grabs your wrist and brings your hand toward him.
That is, until he places your hand on his lap. Specifically, his notably hard crotch.
His grip tightens when you move to yank your hand back.
"Sir-"
"Ah, ah ah~ You know what happens to people who upset me~" The Count chides.
The threat behind his words makes you freeze as images flash through your mind.
Various staff members who have been executed in various ways. From public hangings to being chased down by Mercedes and Melchior.
"There's a smart boy~" Count Lucio sing-songs. "You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand?"
Your jaw is set as you numbly nod.
"Good boy… Now, strip." He commands as releases your wrist to shrug off his jacket, leaving his torso bare.
You'd be lying if you said the count wasnt insanely attractive. Or that you hadn't thought about almost this exact situation before. But reality is different from fantasies.
A slap to the face snaps you out of your thoughts. You keep your head snapped to the side as he speaks.
"I said: strip."
With no other choice, you stand, slowly peeling layer after layer off until you're standing bare before him. Keeping your eyes to the ground, you wait for his next order as embarrassed tears prick at your eyes.
"Fuck… Look at you- better than I imagined." He breathes.
The tears slip down your cheeks as the praise causes your cock to start to twitch to life.
Horror dawns on you as you realize he said 'Imagined'... That means he's thought this… That he planned it. Oh, gods…
"C'mere."
His voice brings you back. Numbly, you move your legs until you're in front of him. He yanks you to stand between his legs.
"Open your mouth." Dropping your jaw open, your hands clench into fists at your side. Why you? Why couldn't this be happening to another staff member?
You know it's an awful thought, but you can't help it.
His fingers are heavy on your tongue as he slides them in to the knuckle. "Now suck."
The count's intense gaze never leaves you as you suck and swirl your tongue around his digits. You close your eyes in shame as your cock stands at attention between you. You know it's just a primal response, but the disgrace still fills you.
Even more so when you acknowledge the small part of you that's enjoying the attention. The part of you that whispers about all the times you imagined being bent over by him and fucked until you couldn't walk; reminds you of all the times you've feverishly tugged at yourself to the thougbt of him until you were spilling into your bath water.
After his fingers are thoroughly slicked, Count Lucio pulls his hand back and slips it behind you. You jump as you feel his wet fingers slip between your ass cheeks and trace around your hole.
"Wait!" You yelp, taking a step back. Which, with the way the pressure makes his finger breach you, does anything but help the heat in your face. "What are you doing?"
The count's head tilts to the side as he leans back against his metal arm. You try not to let the way his abs tense with the movement get to you. Try.
Raising an eyebrow he says, "Well, I was going to prepare you to take my cock, but, if you'd prefer no preparation, I'm happy either way…"
His dismissive attitude has you sputtering.
"So?" He asks, "Prepped or not prepped?"
"Well- I- Um- Wh-" You can feel the heat in your chest with how embarrassed you are. You're standing in front of Vesuvia's ruler, as naked as the day you were born, being asked how you like to be fucked. Please let a hole open up beneath you and swallow you whole…
Count Lucio rolls his eyes and huffs a sigh, "Prepped it is. Now- forearms on the table." He stands from his perch.
Hesitating, you just glance between him and the table. This is actually happening…
"Now."
His tone carries the authority of the fearless commander he's known to be and it has you shuddering as you lean over a couple scrolls.
"Good boy~"
You suck in a breath at the appraisal. Your hips jerk as he starts to push his fingers into you once more.
He pushes the first finger in until what you guess is the second joint before pulling it out and joining it with another finger. The count slowly starts to scissor you open.
"This is wrong…" you whimper out and the dirty feeling washing over you. "This is so, very wrong…" Fresh tears flow from your eyes as the count ruins you.
"Oh, baby, the only thing wrong right now, is you." You can feel his warmth as he leans over you to whisper in your ear. His fingers continue to force small whines from your lips as they pump in and out of you. "This isn't right, the body isn't meant for this…"
"Wait a minute-" Count Lucio pauses with a grin. "You don't mean the situation, do you?" Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head.
"Please, don't do this to me," you whisper as your forehead falls to the table in defeat.
"Oh~" you can hear the growing smirk in his voice.
"Oh, I'm going to ruin you, my little magician~" he growls out.
His fingers start up with a renewed vigor and he speaks.
"Gonna ruin this tight little hole. Gonna ruin you for anyone else; you're never gonna be able to even think about anyone else after I'm done with you."
All of a sudden his fingers are gone and something much bigger is pushing at your rim. When did he undo his pants?
"Please… Lucio-"
Before you can get the rest of your plea out, you're interrupted.
"Godsdamn it-" He groans. "Drop the "Count" from now on. My name sounds so good coming from your lips, baby…"
You cry out as the count starts to push in. Not out of pain, but because you're never going to be intact again. Facing the ultimate shame has you once again cursing at the Arcana for not choosing someone else to be deflowered in this way.
You're sobbing into the tabletop by the time Lucio bottoms out. You can feel his metal fingers contrasting his flesh on your opposite hip; the sharp, gold digits digging into your skin as he starts to pull out.
You're babbling various pleas and protests as he thrusts back in. Your words fall on deaf ears as he starts to pick up the pace. Your cries mix with his pleasured curses fill the otherwise empty library.
One particularly hard thrust has you screaming out in pleasure and pain as he slams into your prostate- over and over the bundle of nerves takes the hits. Over and over you clench your eyes as you jaw goes slack. The most obscene noises leave you, noises you didn't know you could make.
"Fucking hell-" Lucio hisses as he snaps his hips against yours, "Feel so fucking good; look at you sucking me in so eagerly. And to think- hah- you were so against this."
You can't bring yourself to answer. Your cheek is smushed against the wooden table as you get shoved up and down it with every thrust. The shiny surface fogs with each pant and moan that escapes you.
You can feel yourself climbing closer and closer to the edge, your balls start to tighten as the pain of neglect becomes almost too much for your leaking cock.
"Please…" You don't know what you're begging for at this point. You've already been ruined. Why not capitalize on it?
"Please, Lucio… I- I can't-'' You're still sobbing, but it's more from frustration than anything by now. The pleasure coursing through you with each stroke too much yet not enough. Not enough to make you cum.
In your desperation, you sneak your hand beneath you, damning any shame that action makes you feel, and grip the base of your cock, stroking your hand in time with Lucio's thrusts.
"Hah- Aughhh~" Your eyes roll back at the added pleasure, your hazy mind forgetting how wrong this is.
"C'mon," Lucio growls behind you. "C'mon, baby- cum for me." His grip is searing as his movements get somehow wilder. More erratic, more rough. It makes you insane.
With a final hit to your prostate, you cum with a cry. Your vision dances with black as you feel a sudden emptiness followed by something warm hitting the back of your thighs.
"Fuck…"
You don't know who says it… It could have been both of you for all you know.
"You okay, baby?" Lucio asks, taking his jacket and pulling you up, into a hug. "I wasn't too rough?"
A small smile plays at your face as you think back to the scene that just played out.
"It was perfect…" you nuzzle into his bare chest. "Thank you for indulging me, I know it's a bit weird to get turned on by that kind of stuff…"
Lucio rests his chin on your head as he speaks, "It's not weird baby boy- out of the ordinary, maybe, but it's not weird. And if I can help you indulge in even a fraction of your fantasies, then I've done my job right."
He lifts your chin up to place a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally landing on your lips.
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Can't stop thinking that after what some of the M6 went through, trauma must have taken his toll on their intimacy. I have some headcanons about how the M6 handle their trauma in smut-fluff situations. Idk, it seems "wrong" to just ignore the fact? We didn't often get the chance to read some trauma-handling that isn't "oooh I couldn't stand the idea of sex but ☆magic love☆ healed me in just one thrust!"
Please note: Not meant to be realistic, let alone feticize it, it's just something that resonates with my idea of them. I'm no professional and didn't experience first hand most of this but if you did and doesn't rub you right please let me know and I'll try to do better.
So here's my headcanons about ~
Handling Trauma
Muriel ♧
Muriel doesn't mind nudity per se. Being shame about it something tied to social modesty, and him being a mountain hermit, it feels kinda natural to him.
But seeing entwined bodies? That's awful for him. The touch, the musle tension, the groping and the expressions, the sight of skin and flesh bending under his hands and a body pressed under him... no.
That's too much, too similar to wrestling for your life. He can't stand it.
... which is very difficult, given that he'd want to hold you tight, drawn his loneliness into your scent and be one with you.
So, you started slowly. Lights off (easy thing in his hut), you touching gently his chest, tracing his features with the lighest strokes.
He touched you as if you were a bubble ready to burst. His caresses were like leaves falling on your naked body, barely heavier than his warm breath on you.
Way later, the two of you discovered that he enjoyed using his lips way more than his hands - that didn't brought anything horrible back to his memory. Your -and his- bodies became maps to be traced with kisses and lingering sighs of desire.
He wanted to see you come, for he needed to see that those body of his was capable of giving pleasure and not just pain. You had to lie still on the furs of his bed, tights spread open to not make him feel chocked between them, your hands in his hair like a breeze.
Coming under his tongue left you shaking, grasping at the furs for comfort. You hurled in a ball, with a racing heart and short breaths that made you look so beautiful in your fragility that he couldn't help to - finally- lay beside you, taking you between his arms.
It's not like that night solved everything, but now the darkness of his hut is heavy with your moans. He still can't bear the sight of your body writhe against his, but now his hands knows all the mountains and valleys of your body, tracing the paths he came to know by heart. Now your curves melts into his, as the patience you took to know each other carved them as water on stone.
Does it work? Idk, I'll keep adding to it if I feel like it does
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Julian devorak x Gn!Reader smut part 1
18+!
Context: you and Julian have come up with an agreement where if he has a sex dream you are allowed, and have his consent to, wake him up by giving him a hand job or blowjob. Tonight is the night you finally get to execute this.
Hehe
Mc’s POV
Stir awake after feeling Julian toss and turn a few times in his sleep. I sat up, thinking it was a nightmare at first “jul-“ I begin to call his name and set my hand on his shoulder before I am interrupted but a low, desperate sounding moan. I freeze, not knowing what to do. He shuffles again, laying on his back now. I debate waking him up to ask what he was dreaming about because I know if he’s having a wet dream he’ll be very embarrassed~
Instead I decide to slide under the blankets, planting myself slowly and carefully between his legs. As I do this I hear him moan again, a little louder this time. I have the blanket covering me up to my neck so I don’t get cold. I set a hand on his left thigh, trailing it up his shorts that he slept in. His skin is flushed pink and warm, his breathing is picking up a little. I finally look down at his crotch and see his bulge pressing against the fabric. I bite my lip a little and reach up, beginning to stroke and massage his hard on over his pants. His dick twitches in his shorts as I palm it, drawing a breathy moan from my sleeping lover. I stroke him with a good grip so it feels like he’s fucking something, which causes him to jolt his hips forward into my hand. I’m glad he is a heavy sleeper because it’s interesting to see how his body reacts to my touch without him being awake to suppress its urges. I don’t stop stroking until I see drips of precum staining through his shorts. I stop the movements of my hands and slowly drag his shorts and boxers down his pale thighs so he won’t wake up. I sigh a little, knowing what I’m about to do will wake him up eventually. I watch as his dick twitches, leaking precum onto the shirt he slept in. I look up at his sleeping face, it’s flushed and there’s a bead of sweat on his forehead. Whatever he is dreaming about has him really fired up. I scoot a little closer to Julian, gently grabbing his erection and wrapping my lips around the head, sucking and licking on just the tip to test the waters. My actions cause him to let out a loud groan and I freeze, not wanting to wake him just yet. Once he settles again I start bobbing my head, sucking his dick all the way down to the base. He thrusts his hips forwards again in his sleep, so I pin him down, hands gripping his thighs. I don’t mind if I leave bruises on them, Julian has a thing for marking. Then I keep blowing him, speeding up. He is moaning a little with each dip I take and eventually his eyes flutter open, and I catch him staring at me with half-lidded eyes and desperation. “G-good morning to you too” he says, biting his lip and arching his back straight after. I try not to smile as I keep his hips pinned and my lips wrapped tightly around his twitching cock. Now that he’s awake his hands are gripping the bed sheets beside us and he’s moaning as loud as he feels like it- which is pretty loud. His moans are music to my ears and motivation for me to keep giving him the best blowjob I can. “Ah! Mc-“ he cuts himself off with another moan, back arching off the bed. I abruptly pull away from him, licking my lips. He whimpers and locks eyes with me “t-that’s not fair” he huffs, letting go of the bed sheets. I knew he was getting close, and I want to make him beg for it. “You know what I need from you first” I say, doing my best to be intimidating. He huffs, I can watch the gears turning in his head as he tries to decide whether he wants to be a brat or obedient. I cross my arms and give him a look, he knows I won’t let him cum if he’s a brat. Julian locks eyes with me and almost immediately softens his gaze and slumps back down on the bed “please make me cum” he gives me the same half lidded look as earlier, a red blush dusting his cheeks. I chuckle at him “good choice~” I reply, grabbing his wrists this time and pinning them by his sides. He’s avoiding my eyes now, embarrassed by how turned on he is. Instead of jumping right back into blowing him I lean down farther this time and place kisses on his thighs. I stare up at him while I do this, causing him to swallow and stare at me in awe. I then bite into one of his thighs hard enough to leave marks, causing him to moan loudly, balling his fists. I smirk and continue to bite along his thighs, leaving behind bruises and hickeys. When I’m done I look up at him. He lets out a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes, leaning his head back against the pillow. I remove my hands from his wrists and place them on his hips again.
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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."
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