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darkstarerotica · 10 months

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Nadia was shy and quite. Liked by her friends. Known as a "good girl". She expressed very little interest in dating or sex. Would blush if the topic came up.

Though she was young she hadn't had sex in years. When she had, it wasn't pleasurable. But what do young boys and girls know about love making.

Little did her friends know that under that shy surface was an imagination teeming with lust. She couldn't stop herself. She perused porn sites when alone. Marveling at the girls getting fucked by well hung guys. She could think of nothing else but a hard cock filling her completely. Fucking her senseless till she was a drooling mess.

Her friends never even imagined that she spent hours on dating sites. She specifically wanted an older man. One experienced. Not like the boys her own age. She knew that was a recipe for disaster and unfulfillment.

She met one man that intrigued her through one of the dating pages. His name was Michael and he had long brown hair, and deep green eyes. He was sensitive and intelligent. But also highly sexual. In their chats she was unusually honest with him. Fighting her shyness she told him how desperately she wanted to be fucked till she couldn't even remember her name.

Michael was turned on by her tight little body, beautiful almond eyes and her quiet charm. He made plans to visit the small Italian town she was from. He'd stay in a hotel so she could visit him. Her friends would never know. Their illusions of the good girl held in place.

Every time Nadia thought of the visit she would get wet in anticipation. She would gently caress her breasts. Touching her growing wetness. Fantasizing about his hard cock. Wanting to be used for his pleasure.

The days dragged by. It was weeks till his visit. The anticipation built till finally the day came. She had bought a sexy set of white lingerie. Two pieces. Revealing but not too much. She wanted to look sexy and classy though ultimately she wanted to be used like a slut. She couldn't admit that to anyone else, barely herself.

The day came. She hurried to the hotel. But before she could go to the door had to settle her nerves with a glass of wine at the bar.

Somewhat calmed she went upstairs. Knocking timidly on the door..moments later Michael opened the door. "Nadia?" He inquired. Nadia affirmed with a nod. "My god, you are even sexier in person" he said to her. She blushed as he reached out his hand taking hers he guides her into his room.

He was of slight build with long hair and dressed stylishly in all black. He grabbed both hands and brought her to the couch. He then moved his hands to her cheeks and kissed her. Firmly, pleasantly. Their tongues mingling. Nadia immediately felt the wetness start to build. Her body tingling. She let out a little moan between breaths. "You're so hot" he muttered as his hands started to explore her body.

She was wearing a short white dress that in one movement he pulled over her head. He stopped for a moment enjoying her body. The stunning white lingerie. She glanced down away from his gaze and noticed the large bulge in his pants. She felt herself blush in anticipation.

He pushed her down to the couch and sitting on top of her started to kiss her. First her mouth then neck. The neck kisses brought on waves of pleasure and her moaning intensified. He then shifted his legs so that his were between his. He gently separated them, pushing them apart as he started to slide down her body. Deftly he undid her bra in a swift movement. Pulling it aside to reveal her perky breasts and hard nipples. "Fuck" he muttered as he buried himself into them. Sucking and licking her nipples and caressing them with his hands. Nadia grabbed his long hair and moaned more loudly. Caressing his hair and head as the pleasure became more intense and her wetness flowed.

He started to move down kissing her belly. One hand still cupping a breast. He stopped for a moment and pulled back. Appreciating her nearly naked beauty. He reached down and briefly stroked his cock. "You've got me so hard" he muttered. Nadia responded "I want you so bad, I want you to fuck my little pussy, please fuck me" she whispered into his ear. He pushed her back and then brought a hand down to her most private of areas. Her white panties showing a growing wet spot. He smiled as she blushed. "You're already soaked... Aren't you?" She nodded through a blush.

He slowly pulled her panties down staring intently at her glistening pussy already visibly wet. Her labia engorged. Pulsing with anticipation. He gently brought a hand down. Circking her outer labia gently touching them till he finally rested in her clit. He started to rub it with his thumb. The pleasure forcing a deep.moan out of her mouth. She arched backwards as he brought his face down to her. He slowly started to lick and suck on her clit. She had never been eaten out before and couldn't believe the pleasure it brought. As he tasted her he slipped a finger into her wetness. Massaging deep inside her. Her moans intensified as she started to unconsciously grind against his hand. He then slipped another finger in, she gasped, then the fingers started to rhythmically rub inside her. Finding her g spot brought a whole new sensation. She felt full and pleasured. Unbelievably she thought she might cum. He stopped. "Not yet little girl" he stood up and pulled his shirt off. Then slowly unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out. It was so much bigger than the two others she had had. She gasped a little and started to feel the saliva build in her mouth as she wanted it. All.of it. Everywhere. Her mouth, her pussy. She didn't care as long as he filled her with it.

He brought her to the bed and laid her down. Kneeling in front of her he stroked his hard cock. Tantalizingly close to her open pussy. He spat into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his erection. She leaned back as he placed it between her lips. Separating them with his now glistening head. Nadia moaned and then whispered "please fuck me, I want your hard cock so bad". He couldn't bear it anymore and pushed himself inside. She gasped as it stretched her open. She pulled him close as he started to move inside her. Each stroke going deeper and deeper. She moaned loudly into his ear which made him only go faster and harder.

"fuck your pussy is so tight" he said." I can't believe I'm inside of you" he held her by the side of the face, looking into her eyes as he pushed into her. "Fuck, fuck me" she muttered . At those words he flipped her around putting her on all fours..he grasped her by the hips and entered her again. When he went all the way in he was even deeper than before. She let out a little cry as he started to pound all the way inside her. His heavy balls slapping her clit, driving her wild. Sfe started to push back into him. Fucking into him as her juices started to flow down her legs, coating both their thighs. He bright her back toward him. Grabbed her neck tight with one hand, the other moving down to her clit. He fucked her like that till the pleasure became so intense she didn't know what was happening. "Oh my god, I think I might be cumming" she said. He didn't stop just fucked her harder, rubbing her clit more vigorously and grabbing her throat so hard she couldn't breath. The pressure built till she was uncontrollably moaning. The feeling inside built till she couldn't control it. Her body trembling as the orgasms started to roll through her body. Michael wouldn't stop but kept relentlessly pounding into her till she could almost not take it. Finally as the last waves of orgasms started to leave her body he let her fall forward. He continues a series of long strokes moaning more deeply till until he unleashed a heavy warm load deep inside her. The feeling of his warm cum and the spasming of his still hard cock made Nadia cum one last time. She collapsed to the bed and he with her. He laid there cuddling her. Her body shakes finally calming down.

He gently caresses her back. Staring at her tight little body and perfect ass. He started to get hard again. "Have you ever sucked a cock before" he asked "no" responded shaking her head, blushing as she felt by this time in her life she should have. All her friends had been for years.

"I want to fuck that pretty little face of yours" he said. "I'm so hard for you, clean my hard cock with your pretty little mouth". He pushed her down to his already fully hard cock. She couldn't believe he was hard again. She started to luck the tip of his cock. Tasting her pussy and his cum made her wild. She started to put him in her mouth when he grabbed her by the sides of her face. He combined thrust from his cock with forcing her head down on him. She was so turned on. Couldn't believe how much she could fit down her throat. Her eyes teared and she gagged occasionally. Stopping for a moment till his hands found her face and brought ight them back to his hard cock. "Oh God" she moaned as he forced his way in again. Harder and faster his moans grew deeper..her face now wet with tears. Her hands found her clit and she started to rub it like he had. Both now moaning deeply. As his moans grew he finally held her all the way against the base of his cock. She started to gag as a thick stream of hot cum poured out of him deep down her throat. He tasted amazing and as he shuttered into her she felt herself start to cum again. She moaned around his cock as he finally finished pumping into her.

Nadia didn't even know where she was. She felt herself pulled up by strong hands and resting her face near Michael's he kissed her deeply till they both collapsed into oblivion.

#bd/sm kink #relationship goals #relationship #my writing #mine #smut #naughty #nadia #italian girls are the best girls

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steponmeinejghafa · 5 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hi there! I'm Anne, and I see you've stumbled upon my humble corner of he internet. Below is a masterlist of all my imagines, to make searching a bit easier!

Requests are: Open [✔] Closed [•]

Rules: 1. No smut for the boys because I am canonically a lesbian <3 At most I will write fluffy stuff for them. 2. Only parental/platonic/sibling imagines for Wylan because he is my precious gay child. 3. No age gap, no incest (because yuck wtf), absolutely NO teacher x reader, however 'legal' it may be. 4. Only tame kinks in smuts (Like praise, degradation, choking at most. Mommy kinks to a definite minimum.) 5. I am hopeless at poly imagines and relationships so please- don't-don't ask for them.

Character lists below the cut <3

Zoya Nazyalensky

Miniseries

First Bench Pt.1

First Bench Pt. 2

First Bench Pt.3

First Bench Pt.4

First Bench Pt.5 (TW)

First Bench Pt.6 (Coming Soon)

Fluff

Touch Starved

After Hours

Hot Chocolate

A Little Too Much

Smut

Angst

Parent

Alina Starkov

Miniseries

Fluff

I’m Here

Serial Cuddler

Sick (Coming Soon!)

Smut

Angst

Dear Alina

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Malyen Oretsev

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Aleksander Morozov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Genya Safin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Beautiful Girl in a Broken World

Parent

Nikolai Lantsov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Nadia Zhabin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Kaz Brekker

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Jesper Fahey

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Wylan Van Eck

Miniseries

Parent/Platonic/Sibling

Inej Ghafa

Miniseries

Face In The Crowd Pt.1

Face In The Crowd Pt.2

Face In The Crowd Pt.3

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Parent

Nina Zenik

Miniseries

Fluff

Just How You Like It

Dance With Me

Smut

Tease

Angst

Parent

Matthias Helvar

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Crow Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ships (Child!reader)

Malina

Genyadavid

Zoyalai

Work Break (Coming Soon!)

Helnik

Kanej

Tamadia

Wesper

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strawboobi · 7 months

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Carved: A Sapphic Arcana Tale.

Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: If she asked to carve her initials into your skin, would you let her? Possessive girlfriend and countess, Nadia Satrinava, may be a little overbearing at times, but it's only because she loves you so much - too much.

Fem!Reader, Kn!fe Play, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Manipulative GF, Possessive GF, Some Fluff, Stalking, Lots of Pet Names, Branding

*I do not own any characters from the arcana franchise, and I do not credit any of these behaviors as canon*

You knew it was late, much later than the time that you had told your girlfriend, Nadia, that you’d be home. You had gone out with some friends to catch-up, and despite her initial protests, Nadia had agreed to let you go without any accompanying guards or her own presence. It had felt strange at first, being at a bar with nobody to remind you to sit-up straight or to escort you to the bathroom, but after a while you found yourself lost in the excitement of the evening. Your friends cheered as another round of drinks was ordered. You’d already had two shots which normally would be your limit, but one more hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea. That is, until you realized that you had, in fact, had four shots and one miscellaneous drink.

Your cheeks burned with tipsy heat as you made your way to the front gates of the castle. It had to be at least 1:00 a.m. by now. The windows of the building looked dark, yet the stained glass imagery still glittered in the moonlight. A wavering image of lotus flowers and other things that Nadia had found interesting at the time of the castle’s remodeling. She always had an eye for noticing the finer things, it was one of ideals that had brought you two together. You had met during the open market three years prior, you, a palm-reader sat cross-legged in your makeshift tent, and Nadia, head wrapped so that you could only see the blazing ruby hue of her eyes. During her reading, which was meant to help her understand the headaches she’d be having, she began to trace patterns onto the back of your hand with her thumb. She whispered, “I sense that you have been reading palms for quite some time. You need a break. You are tired,” and she was right. After that, you two left the tent together, and from there it was, well, history.

The castle gate opens automatically at your touch, one of the enchantments Nadia had done, and the hinges creak quietly as the iron settles. You begin to walk, shuffling silently through the gardens, heading towards the looming double doors. You huff out a breath, grateful that nobody is around to have caught you, yet. As you ascend the staircase your eyes widen. You pause, foot perched on the stoop of the final step. Your nose inhales and exhales rapidly on its own. You sniff widely like a dog trying to decode the scent. What on earth could be producing such a delicate smell as this hour? The flowers are hardly in bloom at this time of year, and there isn’t a breeze to carry in a scent from the city. No, you know this smell. It is the same one that you go to bed to, the scent you wake up to. It is Jasmine and Lavender. It is a perfume. It is Nadia.

You freeze, hoping that your intuition is wrong, but it never is. Slowly lifting your gaze, you find yourself staring at the round window directly above the castle door. The window is cracked, and from the darkness inside you can scarcely make out a ruby iris, trained solely on you. The window opens with a slowness that you are certain is intentional, and Nadia steps out of the shadows, her face going from shadowed to luminescent. She truly is the most beautiful woman in all of Vesuvia. She does not move, but her eyebrow raises slightly. She parts her lips, “Come,” she demands, “Meet me in the dining area. I’ve prepared something special for tonight,” she whispers at the end of her sentence, and you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps that have arisen on the back of your neck. Nadia retreats, the window slamming shut behind her. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Nadia is not one to indulge in late night sweets, unless that sweet is you, but something in the way she spoke, the stone features of her face, lead you to believe that she is not in the mood for sweetness tonight. You place a palm against the door, taking in its hand-carved grain. Your stomach clenches and releases. “Carved,” the word settles over you like a blanket, yet you cannot understand why. “Better not keep her waiting,” you mumble, taking another breath before pushing the door open.

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The door hisses as it closes, sending an eerie echo bouncing from the walls of the spacious entrance. You swallow. Normally, Nadia would have at least two night attendants and a handful of guards present within the castle at night. “You can never be too safe, sweetheart,” she would coo as she kissed your nose. Your safety was always her top priority alongside her own, so for you to pass by countless empty posts as you progress to the kitchen is all but comforting. “Nadi,” you shout, your voice wavering and meek. “Nads?” You shout a little louder, hoping that she’ll respond. Instead, you hear your voice repeated back to you by the shadows, and again the hairs on your neck rise. “Carved,” the word circles your brain, begging you to unwrap it as you round the last corner to the dining room.

A faint light emits like dying embers beneath the door to the dining room. Nadia must have lit candles. Maybe the power’s gone out? Yet, that wouldn’t explain the lack of chambermaids or guards. Nadia would have probably had more of them around if an outage were the case. Perhaps she would even be in the city, giving out candles to her people. No. Something is off here. You approach the door, another tall frame that makes you feel surprisingly small in its presence. You raise your hand, knocking lightly three times.

“Nadi, are you in here?” You open the door just enough to stick your head inside, peering as your eyes adjust to the addition of a little light. There, in the farthest seat at the head of an empty dining table, is Nadia. She is wearing her casual attire, a teal shawl hanging loosely around her shoulders. Chandra, her owl familiar, sits perched on the woman’s steady finger, preening herself against her owner’s nose. “Nadia,” you whisper, and suddenly both the woman and the familiar are looking at you with distaste. Chandra lets out of a high-pitched screech, flapping her wings before taking flight. She soars at you with what seems like fury, before swooping up towards the high ceiling, and making her way out of the cracked door. You’d barely had time to process your own stumbling into the room before Nadia speaks.

Her voice comes out like molten honey, “Well, well, look who found her way back home.”

“Listen,” You begin. “I know I am so late getting back, and I truly am sorry. I had a few drinks, and I lost track of time. I know that you were probably worried sick, but baby, I’m fine. See?” You gesture to your finger proudly.

Nadia’s shoulders level and then lower. The tension her brow creases away, and for a moment, she is relaxed. You are ok, and she was worried. She’d begun folding and unfolding the blankets as the night grew darker, awaiting your return. Your safety, however, was not enough to satisfy her. Not when there was something you were holding out on telling her.

“I may not be a palm-reader, darling, but I know when you’re lying to me,” She says. “What’s got you so happy tonight, hm?” Her voice goes up at the end of her sentence, and a thin smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Nothing,” You say.

Nadia is pleased with this answer. Her smirk blooms into a full-on grin, then a chuckle, and in seconds she is belly laughing with her mouth agape. The sound is like a siren song, yet the image makes you feel dizzy.

“Nothing?” She spits, all traces of joy gone from her expression. “You mean to tell me that, first, you’re going to be late, and then you’re going to pretend like I don’t know about the woman from the bar?”

You place a hand over your stomach, suddenly aware of the space between the two of you. Nadia still sits at one end of the ivory table, and you stand trembling at the other. “How on earth does she know,” You think to yourself.

“Well,” She muses, pulling you from your thoughts. “I am going to ask you that question again, and this time I want you to lie with some confidence,”

She slides the chair away from the table, standing with her hands folded at her front. Grace oozes from her posture, yet her eyes have narrowed onto you, urging you to say nothing other than what she already knows. You open your mouth to speak.

“You said that she was a flirt for tips, yet you tip her well. 20 extra coins for a lemon blueberry cocktail?” She questions.

“Nadia, that girl means nothing to me. I hardly know her,” You retort. “I barely ever leave your side, not that I want to, but you can’t seriously think that I’m having an affair with the bartender,”

“That girl,” She begins to laugh quietly again. “That girl is the same person who looks at you as if you are a freshly made creme brulee. That girl has not made a single effort to look you in the eye. That girl thinks your tits are a welcome mat, and you are all but closing the door in her face,” She huffs, a stray strand of hair falling into her eyes.

“Nadi,”

“Oh, no, I’m not done,” She speaks excitedly. “Your friend, Pasha, dropped off your bag about an hour ago. She said that when she left, you were nowhere to be seen,”

She starts towards you. “Where were you, sweetheart? Was someone mewing and whining while that tasteless bitch fingered her in the bathroom?”

“We did not have sex,”

“Then what did you do?”

“She,” You swallow. “She cornered me as I was in the bathroom. I was leaning against the sink. I hadn’t realized how much I’d had to drink, and I was feeling sick. She brought me some water, rubbed my back, and stayed with me until I was sober enough to walk back home,”

“Did she walk you home?”

“No,” You’re offended. How could she think that you let another woman anywhere near the place where the two of you live? No, you couldn’t let her talk to you this way when nothing even happened between you and that girl.

“Nadia,” Your voice is stern. “I don’t think that I deserve to be spoken to this way. You act like I just cheated on you when I was busy trying not to pass out in a public bathroom. What happened to caring about my safety?”

“Your safety?” She asks in confusion. “Your safety was abandoned when you left the house without me or an escort,”

“I do not need an escort. I adore you and the life that we live, but I am a grown woman, Nadia,” You throw up your hands as your cheeks heat up.

You turn, putting your back to the woman you love. Nadia has seen you cry a dozen times before, but she doesn’t deserve to see you weak, not after being the reason you feel such a way. You sniffle. The back of your throat burns like you just downed liquor, and the shots from earlier still haven’t fully worn off. You sit onto the floor, putting your head in between your knees. You hear timid footsteps approaching from behind you, but you don’t bother to look.

“Lovergirl,” Nadia calls sweetly. “You know I have a tendency to overreact, and I fear I may have done it again.

“Lucky guess,” you mumble, voice raspy from holding back tears. “You never give me a chance to explain myself. S’not fair Nadi,”

“I know, and I apologize, but when she placed her head so close to your face, I got angry. Realistically, she was probably checking your pupils to see if you were sobering up, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time,”

She does have a tendency to overreact, but - wait a minute.

You get to your feet in an instant. The liquor hits you all over again as you nearly slump back onto the floor. Nadia catches you by the arm, steadying you. You pull yourself from her grasp, causing her to jump.

“How did you know that?” Your eyes are crazy, and you’re aware of how much of a drunken mess you must seem at the moment.

Nadia looks alarmed. “Know what?” She averts her eyes to the painting on the wall. It is of her ex husband, Lucio, he sneers in the photo and Nadia closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly.

“You followed me to the bar, didn’t you?” You snort. “You just couldn’t trust me for once? Seriously, Nads? After three years you still find it necessary to treat me like a child. Worse, you treat me like a cheater. I wash your hair, cook you dinner, make time for Chandra, and you can’t even trust me to go out on my own?”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Do what!?” You’re shouting at this point. The words filled the room in a thunderous rage.

“Kiss her,”

“What? I didn’t-”

“You did,” Her voice cracks. “You don’t remember it, but before she started checking your pupils, you kissed her. Perhaps, she kissed you. Either way, it was brief, and it happened. It may have even been an accident, but for a split second your lips brushed hers,”

“Nadia,” You start and then stop. Did you accidentally kiss the bartender? Were you really that drunk or is she just trying to gain your sympathy for her actions? At this point, you didn’t care. Your legs felt like lead, your head hurt, and all you wanted to curl up with her beneath your silken sheets.

“Nads,” You try again, “I can’t remember a lot of what happened tonight, but if what you’re saying is true, then I am deeply sorry. I will sleep on the sofa for the next month if it makes you feel better,”

“You know I only overreacted because I care about you. Right? I don’t want you to get hurt, or worse I don’t want to have to hurt that girl,”

She places her hands on your shoulders, pulling you into her. You let her do it. Your head finds its place on her chest as your arms snake around her waist. She rests her head on top of yours, rocking you slowly.

She continues, “But you did lie to me whether you realize it or not, and I can’t let this one mistake slide. Who knows what would happen if you went unpunished?”

As her words hit your ears, you feel the urge to run. You drop your arms from around her, lifting your head as you struggle to break free. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is taller and stronger than you both physically and magically. You find yourself bound to the spot, unable to lift a finger. She backs away from you, placing the two of you a couple centimeters apart. She bends down to be eye-level with you.

“You can run all you want, but you best believe that you’ll be bound and gagged on the floor before you ever make it out of this castle,” She speaks so nicely, yet her words are pitifully true.

She circles you. “I’ll ask you this only once. Do you want me to let you go?”

You want to say yes. You want to go to bed and pretend that this is a dream, but you know better than to disobey the countess of Vesuvia.

“No,” you whisper.

“Lovely choice, darling. Now go get the knife,”

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This is my first real attempt at writing a fanfiction, so please don't roast me at the stake. Do let me know what you think so far, and drop some predictions for our future chapters.

#sapphic #the arcana #the arcana game #nadia the arcana #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #knife k!nk #slow burn #established relationship #stalker gf #possessive gf #ocs #eventual smut #down bad #It gets freaky #kinktober

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chnnelgrl · 9 days

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all genshin characters (besides the CHILDREN. including nadia... freaks.) are switches. even the harbingers. besides daddy dearest (father) valid.

#chnnelgrl's blog .｡ｏ♡#chnnelgrl's shitposting !!#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #arlecchino #i KNOW nadia is like 5k yrs old but of it looks like a child #ITS A CHILD.#if* 🤓👆

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 4 months

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HC time! And this time is

☆Smut☆

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

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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.

#the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #asra the magician #nadia the arcana #lucio morgasson #countess nadia #count lucio #arcana #arcana muriel #doctor devorak #lucio smut #asra smut #nadia satrinava smut #muriel smut

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imaslutforcuddles · 1 year

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MAIN MASTERLIST

A/N: This is going to take a bit to complete, so hang on with me. Yes, i know i already have one but i don’t care. This one is going to be better. (gifs aren’t mine btw, i do not take credit for them at all.) I have requests available so PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO POP IN, SAY HI, OR REQUEST SOMETHING <3!!!!!! Some of my writing includes smut so i have a lil decoder for my singles :3

Smut:❤️ / Fluff:✿ / Angst:☆

RICHARD MADDEN

Mason Kane:

Nadia x Mason drabble ❤️

Robb Stark:

Take you to hell ❤️/ ☆

Did something bad / two / three (i know it’s been awhile but it will be finished some day😭)

David Budd:

Enemy ✿ / ☆

Ikaris:

Be good to me / two / three

JOSEPH QUINN

Eddie Munson:

Antsy ✿

Look after you ✿

Dumb Dumb ☆ / ❤️

Escapism ☆ / ❤️

CHRIS EVANS

Ari Levinson:

Run little bunny❤️ (coming soon!)

HENRY CAVILL

August Walker:

Vampire ☆

Geralt Of Rivia:

Shameless ( in progress )

SEBASTIAN STAN

- nothing here yet!

This is the end for now! <3

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idk-allnamesaretaken · 2 months

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Rules & Navigation

|| Always taking requests, so feel free to send me an inbox or PM with questions/asks!!

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PAGE DISCLAIMERS: This blog hosts NSFW and SFW content. If you are under the age of your regions adult age, than proceed with EXTREME caution or not at all. There will be human and nonhuman characters (supernatural beings) and possibly “taboo” themes that will be specifically said on the post. All posts will have their own disclaimers so no need to worry about bring uninformed. I write Dark Romance, so some stuff may be a bit 😥

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|| About Me •••

I am an internet stranger, so this will be short and unnecessary— but I like to write and other things of that nature. Fan-Fiction is a good way to hone skills regarding more intimate topics and that is what I’ll be using it for.

|| My Writing •••

I will do primarily Reader x Character pairings but MAYBE if I see two characters with chemistry I MIGHT write a fic about them, but idk.

|| Fandoms •••

I write for: Hazbin Hotel, KNY, Creepypasta, and the Arcana (More may come)

|| Request Rules •••

Don’t be immature and/or disrespectful in my inbox or PMs — I will not humor bad behavior and definitely won’t tolerate things explicitly against my rules.

|| AGAINST THE RULES •••

Pedophilia (DUH), Zoophilia (DUH x2), Bathroom-waste based kinks (🤢), hate, discrimination, racism, homophobia, and sexism.

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Master-List

Male, Female, No Reader, and GN!

|| Hazbin Hotel ::

Alastor —

I am aware of his acearo nature, but I will write nsfw content for him as well just because I feel like it. I in no way mean it as a way to disrespect him as an ace-sexual and aromantic representative

Velvette —

Valentino —

Vox —

Lucifer —

|| KNY ::

Tomioka Giyu: —

Kocho Shinobu: —

Mitsuri Kanroji: —

Iguro Obanai: —

Rengoku Kyojuro: —

Muzan: —

Doma: —

Daki: —

Gyutaro: —

Akaza: —

|| Creepypasta ::

Jeff the killer (Jeffery Woods): —

basic information (character sheet kind of)

Jane the Killer (Jane Tod Richardson): —

basic information (character sheet)

Nina the Killer (Nina Hopkins): —

Laughing Jack: —

Ballpit • Laughing Jack x GN!Reader

Laughing Jill: —

BEN drowned (Benjamin Lawman): —

Eyeless Jack (Jack Nyras): —

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis): —

Candy Pop: —

Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette): —

Homicidal Liu (Liu woods): —

Jason the Toymaker (Jason Meyer): —

Ticci Toby (Tobias Erin Rogers): —

Masky (Timothy Wright): —

Hoodie (Brain Thomas): —

Slenderman: —

Offenderman: —

X-Virus (Cody): —

|| The Arcana ::

Asra Alnazar —

Nadia Satrinava —

“Lucio” Montag Morgasson —

Muriel —

Consul Valerius —

Praetor Vlastomil —

Pontifex Vulgora —

Quaestor Valdemar —

* Portia, Julian and Volta feel too bbg to me to write in a NSFW manner so I won’t write for them at all. *

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the-acana-fan · 3 months

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Request Information

Hello! This is where I will have all of my rules for requesting!

I write for characters from The Arcana. Those characters being Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio.

Rules

I write mainly for male and gender neutral readers but will occasionally write for female readers.

I will do smut but nothing to do with pee or anything like that.

No pedophilia, incest, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.

I will do angst and stuff but won't do anything super gorey.

#the arcana #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x gn reader #the arcana angst #the arcana smut #the arcana julian #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lucio

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 months

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Y’all the vampire imagery with nadia isn’t helping my thirst levels, ok? Please, if anyone’s willing to write this, I just want to see her biting and marking the reader’s inner thighs before giving her the strap

Written by: @thetinysquirrelspell

Nadia is waiting when you arrive. You don’t even get to knock before the door opens. Ruby eyes gleam and she flashes both a smile and her fangs.

“Come in.”

The whole way over you’ve braced yourself. Nadia’s moods can vary widely and her mask of confidence is unwavering. Anyone looking at her face would find her unreadable.

But you’ve seen every part of her. As a professional liar her tells are small, nigh on unnoticeable. You couldn’t even name them if you tried, but you can detect them.

Usually when you’re called over on short notice it’s for one of two things: fucking or feeding. Or both.

As soon as the door closes you’re pushed up against it. Nadia grabs and pins your wrists kissing and gently biting at your neck. The bites don’t draw blood, they’re meant to mark her territory. Something she’s been doing religiously since a new influx of vampires came into the city.

As well as marking your skin it goes straight to your center. You squirm and bite your lip desperately trying not to whimper. Nadia loves when you try to keep quiet, and when she makes it so you’re loud.

Nadia drives her leg between yours and almost instantly your knees buckle. She pins you with her body, forcing you against the door as one hand moves down from your wrist to squeeze your chest.

“Mmm,” Nadia groans, “Go get undressed, I don’t want to ruin another shirt.”

The bedroom is entirely dark, lit only by candles all around the room casting the dark greys in a red light. A throne across from the floor length window dominates the room along with other old, regal decorations. Crests and weapons line the walls broken only by a portrait of Nadia herself.

Without warning you’re flung on the bed. Nadia stalks after you, her skilled fingers making short work of your hoodie and shirt before unzipping your pants.

“Are you trying to test my patience or do I not have your attention?”

“I was staring at you,” You nod at the portrait, “You have my full attention.”

“Good.”

Nadia is dressed in a dark silk robe. The firelight dances across her curves and bends in the darkness. Of course the front of it is open to her hips, giving you the usual lovely view and then some.

One hand pressing into the middle of your chest quickly pins you to the bed, completely bare and vulnerable.

You bite your lip and prop yourself up on your elbows just enough to watch as her lips make their way down your body starting in the middle of your stomach. She nips your hip and you gasp. The last you see is that familiar tantalizing smirk before she dips between your thighs.

While biting the neck is the most common and romanticized of all vampire bites, there are other arteries. Like the femoral artery running through the inner thighs. Given the choice between the two it’s rather obvious which is Nadia’s preference.

You’re still left wondering whether this is a night for sex or sucking. Each bite that doesn’t break the skin does still ache and will leave unmistakeable marks for a week. The way Nadia’s tongue plays across your skin is light and hungry and betrays how much she really cares. More than most people would think possible but not as much as you would like.

Nadia wraps her arms around your thighs and uses her undead strength to hold your hips to the bed. This is the usual warning for you to sit still. Neck bites can easily be covered up in the ER. It’s much harder to claim you had a kitchen accident and stabbed yourself in the inner thigh.

No amount of self control is enough. As soon as Nadia’s fangs break the tender skin of your inner thigh you moan and your hips buck. With her holding you you barely move at all but without it you’d cause significant damage to yourself.

Pleasure and pain blend inseparably as her fangs remain sunk into soft flesh and she uses her tongue to coax blood from the wound. A slow process and one that makes your clit throb. Slowly she applies more and more of her tongue until the bleeding stops.

Your breath hitches as she places a featherlight kiss to your wet center. Then you groan adubily so she’s surely aware of your disapproval as she descends on your other thigh.

“Impatient?”

“You’re one to speak,” You mutter.

This earns a sharp, fast bite that nearly has you jumping off the bed. But any pain quickly melts into a warmth spreading through you again. This time Nadia nurses gently, lapping at you unceremoniously. Every once in a while she glances up to look into your eyes. Both to tease you and make sure you haven’t fainted. She makes no effort to hide her softs moans, she is shameless in everything she does and this is no different.

“Mmm. You’ve been eating the gifts I sent you.”

“Yes.”

Different foods can have an effect on an individual’s blood. Nadia prefers it slightly bitter and rich. To make sure you’re not responsible for it financially, since most of the things are expensive, she’s been sending you little care packages.

“Good girl.”

While you recover from the headrush that accompanies Nadia’s feeding she leaves.

You close your legs and rub your head. Pleasure is still ringing through your body like instrument strings left warm after being played.

Nadia’s hands wrap around your knees and spread them. Your whole face blushes as she rubs the head of her strap around your entrance.

There is nothing but sheer bliss as Nadia eases into you for the first time, pushing as deep as she can go and grinding her hips there. You shiver and groan, eager to see where she’ll take this. It could easily be a night where you’ll be edged until you pass out or taken until you can’t walk the next day. Either way you’ll probably lose your voice.

To your utter disappointment Nadia pulls out entirely. As soon as you voice your frustration she slams into you, causing your back to arch with your head thrown back.

Nadia wraps her fangs around your exposed throat and purrs.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes. Yes, always.”

She starts out gentler to make sure she doesn’t hurt you. But quickly she picks up pace, thrusting hard and fast. Every thrust is blinding. Her hands on your hips is all that keeps you from being pushed across the bed.

Reaching behind you grab the headboard for some kind of anchor as you start to peak, only to have Nadia thrust deep into you and stop.

“Nadia,” You whimper, gasping for breath and shaking. Your hips are a mosaic of bruises from her hands and she dips down to kiss your neck. You’re throbbing and desperate.

Nadia grins, ghosting your lips with hers.

“Nadia please,” You breathe your plea so close you know she can feel it on her lips.

The sheer amount of joy in her expression is purely sadistic. She loves seeing your suffering through blissful torment. A consummate master of mixing pain and pleasure she can only really be satisfied if she knows you’ve experienced both.

“Yesyesyesyesyes-”

Starting out gently again forces you to begin building up again.

Slowly Nadia rests a hand on either side of you, forcing you to meet her eyes. That is, until you start to cry out with every thrust. Overwhelmed tears spill out the sides of your eyes.

There is no thought in your mind, this bliss is static. You’re suspended there as long as Nadia wants and she likes to keep you prisoner.

Soft lips brush your ear, “Say my name.”

You do better than that, you scream it. You scream it again and again until you’re silent and your lips are still crying out for her from muscle memory.

The next thing you remember are lips kissing the center of your chest, soft pumps of her hips causing your whole body to shake in the sensitive afterglow.

“Mm,” Nadia purrs, “My good girl.”

#answered #anonymous #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #qot #queen of thieves #qot nadia #qot mc x nadia #smut

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Sultry Mornings With the Countess

Pairing: Nadia x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, morning sex, gentle sex, oral, fingering

Word count: 1.4k

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A/N: Nadia commission! I actually planned to write something with similar themes so this works out really well for me.

The warm morning rays of the sun hit your face though the almost translucent silky curtains of the bedroom. You rolled onto your back and stretched your arms above your head. A soft hand found your left one, intertwining your fingers together and bringing the back of your hand down for a soft, loving kiss.

"Good morning love." Nadia whispered against your skin.

"Good morning." You echo as you smile and flutter your eyes open. No matter how many times you see Nadia in bed with you, naked and smiling, with her silky purple hair spilling wildly behind her, it always takes your breath away. "Busy day today?"

"Not until the afternoon. We have all morning all to ourselves."

You bring her hand to your lips, "I like the sound of that." You don't bother stopping the smirk that spreads across your lips.

"I was hoping you'd say that darling." Nadia draws closer, her free hand finding purchase on your shoulder as she looks down on you, her red eyes piecing yours, sending a familiar, pleasant ache between your legs. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Your mouth." You reply at lightning fast speed. Your face heats up with mild embarrassment at how eager you sounded just now. "Please."

Nadia laughs, loud and joyful, "Relax, I love knowing how much you want me." Her voice dropped to a low, seductive tone as your pupils dilate in anticipation. She drags her lips across your neck. Her hand makes its way from your shoulder, fingers pinching your right nipple before traveling between your legs. "Excited for me already. Did you have a wet dream I do not know about?"

You inhale deeply through your nose as you buck your hips into Nadia's wondering hand, "After last night, are you really that surprised my love?"

You feel her smile against the base of your neck, "No. And what about you?" She guided your hand between her legs, humming in delight as your fingers came into contact with her wetness.

"I guess we both woke up horny." Nadia leaves a trail of kisses across your body as she travels lower, her hand keeping a subtle pressure between your legs until she kissed your hips, only then did she remove her hand, enjoying the way you chased it as it wrapped around your thigh.

You groaned a little as you lost contact with her fingers, but you knew what was coming so you couldn't really find it in you to complain. You waited until she was slotted between your legs, one hand on your thigh and the other caressing your hip. When she looked up you smirked and brought your wet fingers to your face.

You made a show of how you cleaned her fluids with your tongue, pushing them in your mouth and letting out a delightful moan before you pulled them out with a wet popping sound, "You taste so fucking good Nadia, I don't think I'll ever get enough."

Nadia's cheeks were now a slightly darker shade, as were her eyes. She licked her lips, "That makes two of us my beloved." She dove between your legs with such eagerness you almost screamed.

"Oh fuck!" One hand gripped the soft pillow by your head while the other one grabbed a fistful of Nadia's hair and tugged. "You woke up with an appetite huh?"

The hum send more pleasure coursing your body. When Nadia introduces her tongue onto the fold and you arch your back further into her mouth, thrusting as she licks and mouths at you, her tongue strokes long and deliberate.

When she swirls her tongue just right you feel a wave of pleasure bolting through your body, your hand pushing her head closer as you come into her mouth. Nadia doesn't move away her tongue licking you slowly as you come down from your orgasm and slump down onto the bed with deep breaths.

Nadia pulls away and smirks, "I hope you don't mind I skipped straight to dessert." She kisses your inner thighs, smearing your release across them and licking it all up again. Every flick of her tongue makes your hits twitch and spasm as a blissful smile pulls across your face.

"Not... in the slightest. But I'd like a... oh gods!" Nadia's mouth is unexpectedly back on you, her tongue licking up everything she can get.

"You don't expect me not to clean you up do you? What a mess you've made here, it must have been quite a dream." You whimper at her words.

You push her head away slowly, trying to catch your breath. Nadia gives you a satisfied, smug smirk as she starts kissing her her way back up to your lips, leaving a wet trail across your body. You moan as you taste yourself on her tongue, somehow you always taste sweeter that way.

With one hand you reach for her ass, kneading the soft flesh in your palm as your thigh presses between her legs. Nadia sighs against your lips, her hips moving slowly back and forth, making your thigh slick with her arousal.

"I want you." She murmurs and once again guides your hand between her legs. You don't need to be told twice.

You lower your leg and cup her between her legs, your palm pressing firmly against her sensitive clit as you spread her lips with your fingers, experimentally circling her opening. "I'll give you anything you want. Just ask and it's yours. I'm yours. All yours."

Two fingers slide in with ease. Both of you groan at the sensation. This is far from the first time you felt Nadia warm, slippery and sopping wet around your fingers, but by gods it never fails to make your brain turn to mush.

"You're always so good to me. Let me..." You slip your fingers out and slowly back in, feeling Nadia's walls clenching, pulling you back in, "...give you what you need."

"You already have." Nadia's words are broken by soft whimpers, her legs spreading further, "You're here. You love me. That's all I will ever need my love."

Her soft words make your heart flutter. "That's my line." You thumb at her clit in slow tight circles, pressing against the little bundle of nerves every time you sink your fingers back into the warm, welcoming heat. You can feel her dripping down your hand, her hips starting to meet your fingers half way, chasing her oncoming orgasm.

You pull back to meet her gaze, seeing nothing but love and admiration on behind her eyes.

"I love you Nadia." She presses her lips against yours when she hears your confession, "Come for me. Fuck, I want to see you come." Your fingers move in and out of her at a brisk pace until you feel her sink down and clench around them tightly, flooding your fingers and hand with her juices.

Nadia rides you slowly through her release, you let her set the pace, keeping your hand impossibly still, loving the way her hips jump when she feels pressure against her clit.

"Now whose made a mess." You watch in delight as Nadia lifts herself up, your fingers slipping out of you, drenched and slightly wrinkly. Without missing a beat you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick. Nadia watches for a moment before she joins you, pulling your digits into her mouth, her head moving back and forth, "Gods." You almost want to fuck her mouth like this. You're about to fuck her mouth like this when a loud noise interrupts the moment.

Curse your stomach and its need for actual food.

Nadia laughs as she licks the tips of your fingers, "I suppose food is needed. I'll have something brought to us right away."

"No, come back." You try to wrap your arm around her waist and pull her back into the bed with you. Nadia playfully slaps your hands away and puts on her robe.

"There will be more time for that after we eat darling." You pout and she cocks her head to the side, "I know. How about I have some fruit brought to us and we can feed each other."

You perk up slightly at that suggestion, "That... sounds good. Ok. And a bath after?"

Nadia gives a knowing smirk, "Because you want to make love in the bath?" You chuckle and shrug, "I'll tell them to hurry up with the food then."

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #nadia x reader #nadia satrinava #the arcane smut #the arcane fanfic

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