#countess nadia x female reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

you write for the arcana too?!!! can you write a nadia x fem!reader in which reader has been feeling down the entire day and nadia notices and cheers her up??

Everyone Needed Everything

|| Countess Nadia x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader feeling down, Nadia unable to see reader all day until the end, servant spills wine on reader, hurt/comfort

|| Summary; when Nadia misses every meal, reader feels the effect of that. But Nadia makes up for it in the end.

Requests open!

Started; october 31st

Finished; october 31st

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The morning started off as usual, you and Nadia waking up next to each other. Spending as much time as you could in each other's arms, kissing and just staying close. Until inevitably Nadia had to leave for her Countess duties. The two of you got dressed into some fine clothes, subtly matching in colour. While Nadia headed out the door after giving your cheek a kiss, you stayed behind to clean up the room a bit. It was already fairly clean, you really just made the bed. And yes, Nadia did have servants for that. But you liked making their jobs even just a little bit easier. Knowing it couldn't have been easy taking care of a palace such as this.

When you finally left the room, it was a little past 8am. You and Nadia normally had breakfast together, so you waited for her. Deciding to kill some time in the library. You headed down and picked out a book you've yet to have read, then sat yourself down on the sofa. A warm fire already burning away in the fireplace across from you. Adding to the calm atmosphere. The library was probably one of your favourite spots. It was nice, calming and filled with the scent of books and campfire.

Taking a glance at the clock, you saw it was nearing 9am so you set your book down. You got yourself off the sofa, then headed to the grand dining room where you'd have breakfast with Nadia. Assuming she managed to finish whatever she had to do at that time. You got to the dining room and took your seat next to Nadia's empty chair. Waiting a few moments. Then another five minutes. At last you came to the conclusion that Nadia wouldn't be joining you this morning, which brought down your mood. Some servers brought you breakfast; you'd been at the palace long enough by now that they knew your favourite meals. Without you even having to ask. You thanked them and slowly ate, hoping that Nadia would maybe sneak in last minute. That's happened a few times.

It didn't happen today. The frown was evident on your lips when you'd left; deciding to just take a walk around the palace. The halls were always beautifully stunning to admire, looking at all the designs was calming to you. And maybe you would run into Nadia on your walk. You didn't. As you were admiring a stained glass window in the northern hall, a servant bumped into you instead. One that had been transporting fresh bottles of wine to the Countess's stash. The bottles fell to the floor with a loud smash; completely ruining both your outfit and the servant's. He looked absolutely terrified.

"Oh no... no, no, no- M'Lady I am so sorry! I should have been paying attention that is entirely my fault-" He instinctively went to try and help clean you up, but quickly back peddled and grimaced when he realized most of the wine stained the chest portion of your outfit. Yeah, he shouldn't touch that. "Nope- I uh- no- I'm sorry, again- truly."

The sudden collision had startled you. Your mood only lessened further, when you realized the wine had stained your favourite outfit. Today really was just not a good day for you, was it? You found yourself wishing you were still at the library. Enjoying the calm book. No worries of Nadia missing breakfast or servants spilling wine. You looked to him and gave him a soft smile, despite it all.

"That's quite alright, the glass didn't break on you, did it?" You asked, wanting to make sure he was okay. When he shook his head, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "Good. Give me a moment and I'll have this sorted." You told him, trying to think back on the repair spells that Asra had taught you.

"No, no I've got it- really. I can clean it up." He had started to turn on his heel to go find something to clean this up with. A cloth and broom, most likely. But you shook your head.

"No, please. I've got it, just a bit of magic is all it takes." You assured him, he seemed a bit confused. But that confusion turned into surprise as he watched you use a repair spell. The bottles seemed to almost rewind, each piece of glass returning to its original state. The wine returning from the floor and filling the bottle. By the time you were done, a few moments had passed. It was your first time performing a spell like that; especially on so many items. As there had been about twelve bottles that shattered. So you were quite tired. Even your clothes and the servant's had been brought back to their original state. The wine having left the holdings of the clothes and back into the bottles. The mess was cleaned and for a bonus, you didn't have to get rid of your favourite clothing.

The servant blinked and gave you a very appreciative smile. "Thank you, truly. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask! I'd love to return the favour." He told you and you shook your head, letting him know it was your pleasure. Then continued on your way.

What a day you've had and it wasn't even noon. The rest of the morning was pretty soundless, you'd decided to just rest and relax. Enjoying a glass of water and some snacks brought to you by Portia; thanks to Nadia's request. Even if she couldn't be with you in person right now, she would still make sure you were well taken care of. Which certainly made you feel a little better.

Though that feeling didn't last long; when it was time for lunch, Nadia once again was unable to join you. Having gotten stuck in a meeting that was lasting much longer than she would have liked. You barely touched your meal, feeling the absence of Nadia. You didn't like it. You haven't seen her at all since this morning. It was starting to weigh on you; sure it had only been a few hours without her. But any time at all from Nadia really feels like ages.

She was unable to join for dinner either, which damped your mood further. You didn't see her until almost 9;30 that evening; as you were taking a bath in the palace's luxury baths. You'd just gotten in when the door opened, revealing a very tired looking Nadia. She discarded her clothing then came and joined you. Settling herself in your lap. As her lips brushed your neck, planting feather like kisses.

"My love.. I'm truly sorry for how the day has gone. Everyone needed everything from me today." She murmured against your skin, you relaxed under her touches.

"I missed you..." You whispered, burying your face into her neck. Nadia lifted her chin, resting it on your head as she trailed shapes into her back. She missed you too and could tell that this day hasn't been easy for you, either.

"I missed you, too, my love. Are you feeling alright? You are quite cuddly, not that I'm one to complain." Nadia gave your side a teasing pinch, but you didn't mind. Just holding her as close as you could. Needing to feel her against you.

"Better now." You mumbled and a smile formed on her lips, giving your earlobe a kiss before she lifted your head. Bringing you into a soothing kiss as her lips latched to yours.

When the kiss ended, her hand moved to rest gently under your chin. Her touch hardly there," good. I believe I have some making up to do, hm?" She smirked. Your smirk mirrored hers. Safe to say, your night was definitely better than your morning.

[nebbyy]

Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo!reader - Last date

A/N: guys I’ve still got a few pics that are coming out in this weekend, after those are out I’ll probably create a first masterlist!! Also, there are two series that are going to start in the near future, one for king Baldwin and another one for Countess Nadia so if you’re interested stay tuned!

P.S.: this time I don't know where the paining is from, so if you know whose artist is this from please tell me, I'd really appreciate the help☺️

Warning: angst, mentions of betrayal, SPOILERS for the PJO story (whether it’s books, series or movies). Oh and reader is described as female

I think Luke would’ve been restless for weeks trying to figure out what to say to you when the time would’ve come for him to reveal his secret alliance with Kronos, what words would be best fit to make the idea sound more appealing, to increase the chances of you joining him against the Olympians

But as much as he pondered his words, as much as he tried to convince himself that in the end you’d choose him, there was this feeling he had that you wouldn’t follow him this time. And that made him spiral even further, made him try to push down the dooming feeling and focus instead on how to sound even more convincing, how to just get him to listen to him… or more precisely, listen to Kronos

But deep down, he knew that his choices were gonna make him lose you

Although at some point Luke finally seemed to realize that he got so lost in his own thoughts that he started neglecting you. Well, he didn’t really realize it on his own, it was Connor who made him snap back to reality with his dumb jokes

“Hey Luke you keep ignoring your girl and I’m just gonna steal her away. Bet you wouldn’t even notice huh.” Yeah he got a few slaps on the back of his neck for that

But Connor’s harmless words were not so wrong. He didn’t even realize how long it’s been since he even talked to you properly other than kissing you good morning and goodnight

He didn’t even realize how close the end of summer was getting, which, if he didn’t succeed, might’ve been the last months the two of you would spend together

After a little pause to just panic and frantically walk around the Hermes’ cabin trying to make out what to do, he got an idea

You’ve always love theaters, not only to watch the plays, but also to bask in the atmosphere of it all

And he remembered that when he stumbled upon an abandoned theater in a town not too far from Camp

He knew right then and there that he was gonna take you there that night, so that you could forgive him for his absence and he could forget about the rest on the world and focus on you. Nothing else but you

It didn’t take long for him to steal find a necklace that he knew you would’ve loved to wear, a little trinket that would make him be always near to your heart, even when he wouldn’t have been by your side anymore

He left it in a nice little box on your pillow, along with a little note…

I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ll make it up to you I swear. Meet me at the forest tonight I’m taking you to a place

Your mild disappointment in Luke’s absence quickly morphed into curiosity as you held the note in you hand, holding the necklace close to your heart as you tried to fight back the smile at the thought of his mysterious surprise 

Once you reached your rendezvous, he was already there, impatiently waiting for you, holding his hand out to you with an apologetic smile

The walk to the theater, which you still didn’t know was your last stop, was about two hours long, and you mostly spend that time walking silently hand in hand, exchanging very few words

Silence wasn’t anything new between you two, it was actually quite common for you to spend some silent, quality time in each other’s company, with no sound but the world around you

But this time felt different, you could feel that his silence had ulterior motives other than the comfort of quietness

You asked him about it, and he brushed it off saying that his counselor duties have worn him out lately. It was the biggest lie he could’ve told you, but you didn’t question the truth of his words

Because you’d trusted him completely since day one

It broke his heart even further to see how blindly you believed his excuses, so oblivious of the true reason behind his weird behavior. It made him wonder, how broken will you be when you’ll find out the truth

For a moment though, even if brief, all his sorrows disappeared when you finally reached the grandiose abandoned theater, whose splendor still made it stand out despite years of neglect, and your eyes lit up like two new stars to be added to the night sky

You basically rushed him in at that point, earning a laugh from him as he followed you inside

Once you were right before the stage, he swiftly got on top of it before turning around and charmingly offering you his hand to help you up as well

He looked at you for a second, almost entering in a trance as he got lost in the sight of you. But once you called him out, he sheepishly laughed before moving to grab his phone in his pocket, putting some music on before placing it on the ground and turning once again towards you

He knelt before you dramatically, speaking with a mockingly resounding tone, "My lady, would you do me the immense honor of granting me this dance?" You just laughed and nodded

You both danced together, slowly swaying around the stage while holding each other close

You noticed that, as he smiled fondly at you, his smile didn’t really reach his eyes

You wanted to believe what he’d told you, you really did. But there was this gut feeling in you that told you that there was something else going on

“You sure everything’s fine? You don’t look like you’re just tired babe..”, “No no I’m fine, I swear it! I just… I need to be with only you right now.”

You spent so much time there together, that in the end it would’ve been too tiring to go back to Camp straight away, so you opted to spend the rest of the night there

Well, more than opting to it was Luke who begged you to spend the night there with him, forget the rest, you’re both old enough to not have to respond to any of your godly parents

Thinking back to that day, you wonder if you should’ve gotten worried at his bitter words against the gods, instead of simply taking it as his natural aversion to the Olympians

You fell asleep first, lying on the dusty, hard pavement, while Luke stroked your cheek lovingly, staring at your body with a look that he’d spared you the sight of

His heart was about to shatter into a million pieces, all because he knew that this might’ve been his last time spending the night with you, being this close to you

In less than a week, Percy and Annabeth were coming back to Camp, and if they’d succeeded than it wouldn’t take much for them to find out the truth about the theft of Zeus’ lighting 

And as much as he wanted to believe his own delusions that you were going to stay by his side through the whole things, he knew that would never be

And he tried, he really tried so hard to keep in his true emotions for the whole evening, but he couldn’t take him anymore when he saw the necklace he’d gifted you just hours before around your neck

And the promise ring he’d given you on your first anniversary

And the little heart he drew on your arm the day before to annoy you

All little things that brought back the memories of almost four years he’d been with you. All memories of something that will soon end

It makes him wonder if you’ll keep all his little gifts, or if you’ll burn and rip and break everything that reminded you of him

He barely registered the tears that fell from his eyes as he held on to you for dear life as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you firmly enough

His cries became more intense as time passed, but he remained careful not to be loud enough to wake you up from your slumber. It was a mixture of unintelligible declarations of love and apologies, that he repeated like a prayer

Because in the end, he was indeed praying

Praying for you to see the reasoning behind his actions, for you to realize that he was in the right and that you had to follow him in this revolution 

And if you wouldn’t grant him this wish, then at least he prayed you’d still harbor the same love that you felt for him for all these years, that you will someday be able to forgive him, leave a place for him into your heart

[short-yandere-stories]

👏 Yandere 👏 Countess 👏Nadia 👏 Please 👏. female s/o, can be nsfw ;)

Did you mean my wife? 

I’m answering both of these asks here but with more content >:3 A short fic seems to be in order, don’t you think?

I am REALLY tempted to draw the apprentice’s outfit ahhhh.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, NSFW, controlling behavior, abuse of power, fingering, slight exhibitionism, dubcon

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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Countess Nadia’s dinner parties are the worst.

It’s been several weeks since she’d asked you for your help in catching Lucio’s murderer, and she’d rapidly grown lovesick. She came to understand that she doesn’t need to know who murdered her previous husband. 

She only needed you.

Nadia cut off the hunt for the murderer very abruptly and told you that you weren’t allowed to leave. As a precaution, Nadia stole your deck of tarot cards, and she also struck a deal with one of the Arcana. 

The Countess’ deal cut off you from the magic you earlier possessed. You couldn’t do anything to stop her from asserting her power as Countess.

You are now her doll. She spends a fortune on buying you clothes, dressing you up and showing you off. Her favorite thing is to flaunt you by her side during private dinner outings with her courtiers. 

Right now, the two of you are walking through one of the corridors headed to the dining hall.

You are dressed in a gorgeous green evening gown and adorned with gold necklaces and bracelets. On your head, Nadia had placed a tiara of braided gold wrapping around emeralds matching your dress.

Nadia wears a luxurious purple gown matching your green one. Similar golden jewelry adorns her body and hair, and her arm is securely wrapped around your waist.

“I have a special surprise planned for this dinner,” Nadia says, smiling at you. You remain quiet. “Let’s make it more interesting, shall we? A game of sorts.” The tone of her voice draws you in, and you look up at her.

“What kind of game?” You ask, meeting her eyes. Her rueful smile looks almost teasing, and you’re not sure you like the glint in her eyes.

“If you manage to act normal during the dinner – small talk and answering the Courtiers’ questions – without them thinking that you’re acting a bit… let’s say odd; I will give you your cards back.” Your heart leapt up into your throat. You weren’t sure you liked the implication of “acting odd,” but the possibility of getting your cards back and hopefully manage to commune with the Arcana – and maybe even Asra – fills you with hope for the first time since Nadia took your powers.

“And if you don’t succeed,” Nadia continues calmly. Of course there had to be a punishment except for just losing. You thought sourly. “Then I expect you to obey every wish I have for an entire week.” Your stomach churned.

“Fine,” you responded, clinging to the hope of getting your cards back. You could feel Nadia’s grin as the two of you stopped in front of the doors to the dining hall. “Now this will be fun,” Nadia says and gesticulates for a servant to open the door.

-

You hate Nadia’s dinner parties.

You should have known what she was planning when she told you her idea of a game. Now it was too late to tell her that you didn’t want to play.

The two of you are sitting next to each other on the short end of the table, and the courtiers are sitting on the long ends of the table. The dinner had barely started before you felt Nadia’s hand caress your thigh and sweep your dress to the side. 

She had planned this all along, you realized as her nimble fingers started touching you – hidden from sight by the table cloth. Nadia picks up a fork with her free hand and calmly stabs a strawberry before lifting it to her lips. The courtiers take this as a sign to start eating, and Volta throws herself hungrily over the food. 

Nadia starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, and you quickly shove a grape into your mouth to have something other than the inside of your cheek to bite down on. “Do you like it here?” Vladimir asks, completely unaware of Nadia’s actions. You force yourself to swallow, and you give yourself a moment to prepare yourself before answering. 

“Well I think it’s very beauti-” your breath hitches in your throat as Nadia slips a finger into you without warning. You try to mask it with a cough. “Beautiful here,” you finish, and snatch another fruit from the platter in front of you. 

Nadia shoves another finger in, and you can feel your focus on the room slipping. It feels really good. You do your best to empty your plate as quickly as you can so that the dinner will be over, but you forget to listen to the conversation.

All your focus is on maintaining a composed outside, eating, and trying hard not to think of Nadia’s fingers inside you. Nadia pumps her fingers harshly, and you have to pretend that you accidentally got a piece of ice when you took a sip from your glass of water to mask the noise that tries to slip out of your mouth.

“Do you like the food here in the palace?” Volta manages to ask between bites. This time, you can only nod, barely holding it together. Nadia can feel this, and you can see her poorly hidden smirk out of the corner of your eye.

The knot in your stomach grows, and you can feel heat dust your face. Get a grip! You yelled at yourself, battling the feeling of pleasure. You must have spaced out for a while, being focused on not losing. You’re snapped back to reality by Valerius’ voice.

“How do the Countess’ fingers feel?” Your head snaps up from shock, and you see the smirk on his usually bored face.

“Seems like you lose, love,” Nadia teases and pumps her fingers faster and faster until you can feel yourself tip over the edge. Your cheeks burn red from embarrassment, and you can’t help but release a soft moan when you come. 

Nadia looks very pleased with her work, and she removes her hand from inside you – looking at how wet it is. Keeping eye contact with you, she slips her wet fingers into her mouth.

“I think it’s time for dessert back in my quarters,” Nadia says and licks her lips.

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[bakuliwrites]

Intimate, Part 3- Nadia x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Nadia x Female Reader

Summary: Nadia shows you just how skilled her silver tongue is.

Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :) Here you can find Julian, Asra, Muriel, Portia, and Lucio. Enjoy!

Your eyes fixate on Nadia’s motions, her elegant fingers dancing deftly across the ivory keys. She casts a sultry, crimson gaze your way, smirking at the way you’re draped over one of the chaise lounges, willing yourself not to doze off on this tranquil summer afternoon. The sun outside beats down hot, baking the earth beneath. It’s much too warm to go outside, so you and Nadia have taken shelter indoors today. You canceled all your plans to run errands around town and took to following the Countess around on her various duties. She had meetings a majority of the morning, most of which you tried to pay some amount of attention to. But this heat has put you in a mood and a distractingly mischievous one, at that. 

Throughout all of Nadia’s meetings, all you could really focus on was the way her luscious lips mouthed the letter “o” and how her tongue curled behind her teeth with each “l” sound she made. You could feel your cheeks flush, wondering if it was due to the heat outside or the heated images swirling around in your mind. Her soft lips, trailing kiss after kiss up the length of your body, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. The thought was all too much for you, but you simply couldn’t get it out of your mind. Nadia had caught you staring a number of times, gracing you with a wry grin and a wink. She can always tell when your thoughts start to wander and seems to delight in teasing you. As you walk from one meeting to the next, Nadia brushes her fingers against yours, which makes your yearning for her all the greater. 

Her meetings couldn’t come to a close soon enough. But Nadia isn’t quite finished with her afternoon routine yet. She’s been working on a new trinket, a gift for Asra’s upcoming birthday. You decide to take up a seat beside her in her workshop, leafing through a novel you’ve spent the better part of the month trying to get through. Today, you make little progress, mesmerized by Nadia’s precision and skill. Her graceful tinkering has you reading the same sentence over and over again. The way her hands rotate the device one way and another, manipulate the tiniest of gear-placements, and smooth out any rough edges: it’s all masterful. And it has your mind wandering off again, thinking about Nadia’s hands smoothing along your curves, kneading and massaging all the soft places on your body.

Finally, once Nadia is done, you think that perhaps you’ll retire to your shared bedroom. But alas, no such luck. 

“Care to join me in the salon? I thought I’d play a bit and enjoy something cool to drink,” she suggests in her dulcet tone. 

And how could you deny such a lovely request? So, the two of you have been holed up in the salon, sipping icy-cold mint tea and lemonade all afternoon. Bittersweet melodies drift from the piano strings as Nadia passionately hammers the keys to produce the beautiful songs she knows by heart. The oppressive humidity from outside seems to seep in under the cracks of the doors, fogging up your mind. Your shimmery, silk robe is starting to slip down your shoulders and you’re not even going to bother fixing it, the sheer warmth in the room more than you can handle. 

Let it all come off, you think to yourself, fanning your face with a booklet of sheet music you’d pilfered from one of the music stands, Maybe Nadia will get the hint then.

You’re starting to feel a bit grouchy from the horrid weather. A dull, stabbing pain behind your eye tells you a headache is imminent and no amount of refreshing lemonade seems to alleviate your woes. You can feel your eyelids starting to droop, the gilded afternoon sun and the blazing heat lulling you into an uncomfortable sleep. The only thing that’s keeping you from slumbering on this grotesquely warm day is the fluttering sensation in your stomach every time you catch a glimpse of Nadia’s fingers flitting along the keys. You silently beg her to hurry up and finish playing, not sure you can take much more of this teasing, intentional or not. 

Nadia catches your eye again and abruptly stops playing. Something impish dances in her crimson irises as she shuts the piano and rises from her chair. Your gaze falls on the drape of Nadia’s dress over her shoulders, how it perfectly frames her athletic body. As she strides towards you, her long sleeves billow out behind her. 

“You look weary, my darling,” she drawls as she approaches, “Have I bored you enough today?” 

Ah, so perhaps her teasing was on purpose, you realize, unable to help the fond but exasperated smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. 

“You’re terrible, Nadia,” you giggle jokingly, starting to rise up to greet her. But before you can, she presses her lips softly against yours, stealing your breath away. She lingers for a moment, tongue tracing your lower lip. She tastes of bright lemon, bitter green tea, and cool mint. 

“I ought to reward you for being so patient with me, today,” she breathes, pulling back and giving you a sensual look that would heat you from head to toe if you weren’t already blisteringly hot. You open your mouth to protest, seeing as Nadia is the one who did all the work today. Maybe you ought to be the one treating her , you think; but, before you can express this, you’re hushed by another one of her searing kisses. 

“If you’d like?” she offers, “I’d love to treat you this evening.” You gently bite your lip, peering up at her through hooded lashes.

“Well, I suppose I have been quite patient,” you concur, feeling your heart skip a beat as you succumb to your desire. 

Nadia beams, trailing off to go lock the doors to the salon and draw the curtains. It’s dim in the room now, tiny slivers of orange-pink evening light slipping under the tassels of the lavender curtains. Much to your delight, however, there’s just enough illumination to see your beloved Nadia start to slip out of her elaborate dress. It falls to the ground, pooling gracefully around her feet, revealing her white lace undergarments. She slips these off as well, placing them neatly on a nearby armchair before sashaying towards you, the tantalizing sway of her hips sending your heart into little palpitations. She takes a seat beside you on the lounge.

“Allow me,” she insists as you start to untie your robe. She stays your hand and pulls at the bow that loosely holds your robe on. As soon as the tie is undone, your sleeves slip down your shoulders all the way, revealing the loose cotton dress you’d opted to wear. Nadia’s cool hands slide up underneath the hem, alleviating some of the heat that’s gathered in your legs. You make quick work of removing your dress, wanting no part of yourself hidden from your beloved Countess. Nadia smiles against you as she captures your lips again, mouth working passionately against yours. Her hands rove your torso, ghosting along your ribs and taking a generous handful of your breasts. You let out a small gasp as her fingers tweak the pert buds of your nipples. The sensation of the soft pad of her thumb circling one of them sends blissful shivers up and down your spine. Your hands start to do some exploring of their own, smoothing over Nadia’s hips, reaching for the supple flesh of her bottom. A low moan sounds in her throat, as your hands encourage her to move her lips a little faster against yours. Nadia’s kisses turn feverish at your touch, each press of her lips against yours becoming deeper, rougher, more desperate. You return this with equal fervor. 

You lose yourself to the rich scent of Nadia’s floral perfume, the way her full lips trail near-bruising kisses down your neck and collarbone. Her teeth graze one of your nipples, eliciting a breathy sigh from you. She smiles at this, dark eyes glinting in the fading light from behind the curtains. She attends to your breasts for a while, luxuriating in the keens and sighs that fall from your lips. 

“You sound so lovely, my darling,” she praises, “Such a good girl.” 

You can feel the fire in your core burn brighter at Nadia’s words. She can sense your growing desire, moving on from your bosom to nestle herself between your legs. Wickedly, she blows a cool stream of air across your sensitive clit, watching in delight as your whole body shivers with anticipation.

“Oh, you tease me something awful, Nadia,” you whine, casting an affected look in the Countess’ direction. A twittering laugh, before she takes a firm grip of your thighs and dives down into your wet folds. She swipes her tongue along them before circling it slowly around your sensitive bud. Oh, how you longed all throughout those god forsaken meetings to feel what Nadia’s expert tongue can do. Waves of relief wash through your body as your beloved Countess pleasures you. 

“Mmm, Nadia. You’re amazing,” you breathe, fingers tangling themselves in Nadia’s cascading, magenta hair. She quirks an eyebrow up at you as if to say, “You’re too kind,” before turning all her attention to your heat. The pace of her tongue varies, swirling faster one moment before going torturously slow. It dips in and out of your entrance, flicks expertly against your clit. The heat within you bursts brighter, your whole body shaking with your imminent release. But Nadia isn’t done with you just yet. Before you can come undone, Nadia pulls away. You whine at the loss of warmth (something you never thought you’d complain about today, given that it’s so damn hot out). 

“No need to whimper, my beloved,” Nadia chuckles, “I promised I’d reward you, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.” 

Her lips come crashing into yours again and you can taste yourself on her. Nadia’s fingers find their way back to your heat, spreading your lips apart. She dips two fingers into your slickened entrance, pumping rhythmically slow, allowing you to adjust.

“Oh, Nadia,” you moan between burning kisses. Your hand finds its way to her breast, thumb circling her nipple, drawing out a breathy sigh from her. It’s absolute music to your ears, the way she breathes your name. 

Nadia picks up her pace, your walls quaking against her fingers. Her thumb presses gently against your sensitive clit and begins to circle. This double-assault on your senses is absolute bliss. The coil in your core is as taut as it could possibly be, a white-hot fire building and building. You’re so sensitive already from her earlier attention, you’re not going to last much longer. You grind your hips against her hand, helping her hit that perfect spot nestled within you. With each thrust, you feel yourself coming closer and closer to release. 

And suddenly, the fire in you bursts like a supernova. Your hips rock against Nadia’s hand and you find yourself grasping desperately at her form. She helps you ride your orgasm out, keeping in time with her thrusts and the swirling of her thumb. Stars dot your vision as you finally come entirely undone underneath Nadia’s expert touch. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath. Gone is your headache and any ounce of grumpiness that the heat had caused. You feel at complete and utter peace. 

Nadia withdraws herself from you, laughing jovially as she does so. She nuzzles up beside you on the lounge, draping one arm across you and pressing fluttering kisses to your temple. 

“I hope that was worth the wait?” she questions, smoothing back some of your disheveled hair. You nod, still dizzy with euphoria. 

“It most certainly was, my darling,” you whisper, drawing her in for one last kiss, “But you know, I think you’ve worked quite hard today.”

“Oh?” Nadia returns, a bemused look on her face. You sit up, tracing a finger along her hip bone. 

“Quite hard,” you begin with an impish smile, “I think you might be deserving of a reward as well.”

[yaboizander]

Masterlist (On Hiatus/Inactive/Closed)

Stuff on this blog will be censored! Go to @yaboizander2 for uncensored versions

Do's:

Fluff

Nsfw

Polyamorous fanfics

Comfort (Nothing too heavy)

Male and GN readers

Don't:

Female readers

Canon x canon

Angst

Yandere

Pedophilia

Incest

Heavy topics

Gross stuff (You know what I'm talking about)

Daddy k#nk

Mommy k#nk

Non-con/Dub-con

Anything else that is disturbing

☁️- Fluff

��- NSFW

😳- Suggestive

🫂- Comfort

Haikyuu

Daichi Sawamura

Koushi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Yuu Nishinoya

Shoyo Hinata

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tetsurou Kuroo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662711184303292416/haikyuu-tetsurou-kuroo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Morisuke Yaku

Tooru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kentarou Kyotani

Kotarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/682927798533455872/i-am-so-glad-that-i-came-across-your-blog-mind-if ☁️

Eita Semi

Kenjirou Shirabu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Kiyoko Shimizu

Hitoka Yachi

The Arcana

Count Lucio

Asra

Julian Devorak

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662615680408027136/the-arcana-julianilya-devorak-relationship ☁️

Portia Devorak

Countess Nadia

Obey Me

Lucifer

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665305106218090496/lucifer-x-male-reader-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665298067461931008/lucifer-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Mammon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665332379017248768/mammon-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665320150642393088/mammon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Leviathan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665856200610594816/leviathan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665854323824246784/leviathan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Satan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665948851213107200/satan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665947233219461120/satan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Lord Diavolo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662612596763066368/obey-me-diavolo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Barbatos

Simeon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662614162841665536/obey-me-simeon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Solomon

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666483972226875392/riddle-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666425236691009536/riddle-rosehearts-relationship-headcanons-twisted ☁️

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Azul Ashengrotto

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/667126317714653184/azul-ashengrotto-x-male-reader-twisted 🔞

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Kalim Al-asim

Jamil Viper

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/674214243087892480/hi-if-youre-still-taking-requests-could-i 🔞

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Sebek Zigvolt

Silver

Genshin Impact

Kaeya

Jean

Diluc

Venti

Eula

Zhongli

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax

Baizhu

Shenhe

Xiao

Ei

Itto

Kazuha

Ayaka

Ayato

Gorou

Kokomi

Scaramouche

Dottore

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori

Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662084204431130624/horror-movie-date-megumi-fushiguro-x-gn-reader ☁️

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Security Breach

Sundrop

Moondrop

Roxy

Monty

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Danganronpa

Makoto Naegi

Byakuya Togami

Nagito Komaeda

Hajime Hinata

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Shuichi Saihara

K1-B0

Kokichi Ouma

Lego Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong/Monkey King

Macaque

Red Son

Mei

MK

[brownandblackpearls]

📜 🖋 𝒞ourting with 𝒟r. 𝒟evorak (Julian x BlackReader) Pt.1

PART 1 SUMMARY:

You are a reputable, young beauty of means in Vesuvia, enjoying the winter courting season. An odd letter from an odd doctor finds its way to your door. You decide to respond.

─── Julian x black female reader

─── imagery + fiction

─── explicit smut

─── regency/historical/fantasy, courtship rituals, wealthy! MC, love letters, drama, handsome redheads

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.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:・゜゜・．✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: *

“Letters for you, Miss!” The scullery maid calls through the door.

You pause your writing, hesitating over your final line before turning to answer the call.

“Come in!”

The maid strides in with your daily mail on a silver platter. As expected, there is a heap of them from various suiters, all interested in seeking your hand. 

Some young, some old, some men, some women, some wealthy, and some positively blue-blooded, they are all voracious. Usually, your interest tends to wane after weeks and weeks of these greetings each season. The feeling especially set in after getting the particular suspicion that the lords, duchesses and dukes reaching out to you were having their own maids and butlers pen these letters, a copy of an inquiry to every potential young beauty in the region.

Consequently, many of the letters did not seem to genuine, remaining vague and distanced. Polite. 

Today, however, you find your lessons to be going slow. You decide to take a break and browse through the inquiries.

“Read through them for me, Delilah?” You call out the request as you lower your pen and clean your fingers in a warm, sudsy bowl of water on your desk. Drying your hands, you apply a spot of scented lotion on your fingers before smoothing it in and sliding your delicate gloves back on.

Delilah clears her throat, interested in the letters herself. 

You had no doubt the contents of the proposals would make waves throughout the household by sunset, but all of your staff were well-meaning. Just bored during these slow winter months. Honestly, you didn’t blame them for indulging in your courting dramas.

“Well,” Delilah begins, “Here is a letter from a Clarence Dunford Winthrop, hailing from Bremens County! He greets you and wishes you a very warm winter. ‘I am most pleased to write to you, Miss ------. I possess a healthy 34 years in me, and I seek the opportunity to meet and possibly enter the idea of courtship with you. Are the tales true that you are quite fine and b-buxom…? Goodness, how forward!”

You bite back a chuckle, allowing Delilah her scandalized looks and comments. After she’s thoroughly read Winthrop’s letter, she moves on to the next.

“This one,” she exclaims, “is from a young, Fiorentina Agosti, hailing from the Suthlands. She greets you amicably and wishes you a cozy winter. ‘Dear Miss ------, I am most delighted to write to you. I am a young woman of etiquette and good breeding. I am 23 years old, and yet for one so young, I am more certain of my passions and ambition than most grown adults. I seek the window of opportunity to introduce myself and my estate to you, as I am seeking to build my relationships with the nearby families of standing. I favor women only, as I’ll need a good, feminine eye to steer my estate towards a glorious future…what a boastful girl! I hear she is very attractive, though…”

Delilah goes on, examining letter after letter, reading aloud excitedly. Finally, she lands on a slightly ragged one, with a wax seal bearing no crest. Only a simple plant pattern with dried flowers and ferns trapped to the note.

“My,” Delilah wonders, flipping the envelope, “what a...humble introduction. Let’s hope that the contents are more splendid than the package they came in!”

Delilah adjusts the paper before her and begins.

“This one,” she explains, “is from a young…doctor…in the capital, near the palace. Oh, I think I recall this one? He is of great renown, but markedly odd. Hmm…He greets you fondly and asks if…if you have ‘seasonal allergies’...? He is more than happy to forward any herbs or teas that can help soothe inflammation…as a ‘show of good faith and possible friendship’—yes, very odd...He would like to know if you would be interested in accompanying him as an honored guest to his annual medical tools gala. There will be anatomical displays as well as guest surgeon speakers. Afterwards, he would like to take you to attend the opening night of a Vesuvian theatre drama, and then dinner. I—that sounds more exhausting than eventful. Goodness….“

Despite Delilah’s somewhat opinionated concerns, your interest perks at the oddness of the inquiry and the oddness of the planned date. You’re not so sure a medical gala will be of interest to you, as you’ve never attended one before, but you would like to try.  

“Delilah, please. No more commentary. What does the rest say...?”

Delilah harrumphs, moving on. “Well, he seems certain that you will find the engagement eventful and enlightening on his personage and he hopes to show you how good of a ‘provider he can be for a woman of your means’. He has ‘no grand heritage or acreages’, but he does have one of the ‘best practices in Vesuvia’ sporting several underling surgeons and plenty of business. New blood, instead of blue blood from the looks of it, if you ask me.”

You pause, thinking it over. 

The letter all sounded personally tailored and individualized for your reception, and clearly not something that was drafted up in the monotonous manner of house staff doing as ordered. 

The doctor seems very keen in meeting you... 

...You can’t help but feel the same.

“What is his name?”

Delilah levels you an uncertain look, noticing your choice, before sharing.

“The suitor signed off as a Dr. Julian Devorak.”

“Devorak,” you try out, rolling the name around in your mouth. 

It feels good.

“Thank you Delilah. You may place the letters in my box, save for the doctor’s. Please bring his to me, as well as my pen and good ink. I’ll also need the courting stationery.”

Delilah sours slightly before perking back up and doing as ordered quickly. She clearly does not approve of the choice but remembers her place, and knows that you are not one to be bossed. 

You wait until she delivers the stationery and retreats from your room before turning to your pen and paper, glancing at the letter from the doctor.

You perfume the parchment slightly, and use a fine, shimmering ink to dot the thick, French paper. You being to write, peering at your refined, swirling letters.

“Dear Sir…I take the first opportunity to acknowledge the flattering letter with which you have favored me…your discernment is of my deep interest, as well as your detailed plans for our hopeful outing. I consent to the date and time, and I look forward to your academic gala, as well as the theater and subsequent dinner. I implore that you arrive to chaperone me long before the sun is high in the sky, as we may need much time together that I am wont to spend with you. I will admit, I find you very curious and am interested to learn more of you. Warm Regards, ------.”

You finalize the paper with a neat calligraphy of your signature, before cleanly folding and pressing the letter. You choose a lovely envelope and seal it with wax before stamping and sending it off with Delilah to be mailed. 

“Hmm. Odd man,” you murmur to yourself, before moving on to send responses to the other requests of interest. 

The days pass by, eventful.

You go on several dates, some of note and some not so much. 

A few remain in your mind of potential. There was a beautiful countess seeking companionship after a split from her count…Nadia. Buxom and svelte, she was also the epitome of regality, and a brown-skinned beauty like yourself. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. 

There was also Asra, a mischievous but enchanting merchant king. You suspected a penchant for the occult on his end, but his beautiful face was too good of a distraction to focus on what may hide behind it. 

Then there was Muriel, a mysterious man with one of the largest claims of land in Vesuvia. He was fidgety and reserved, but you sensed a deep soul in him. 

Portia, the jeweler of the aristocracy, and her passionate stares paired with her down-to-earth jokes were enough to make you lower your guards and raise your spirits. 

Lastly,  Lucio. Oddly enough, he turned out to be the count that split with Nadia. You found his countenance alarming at first, only to later find a subtle charm in his passion for life, luxury and you.

All of them were far more interesting than the duds you’d went on dates with the past few weeks. 

Valdemar, the ambassador, had spilled soup all over your dress during a brunch while he spoke wildly about some conquest of his past. Then there’d been Volta, an odd little thing that insisted on trying all these unappealing, exotic dishes. There’d been Vlastomil, a weevil of a person who seemed more eager to gossip cruelly than to learn of you. And lastly...most memorably...there was Valdemar…you weren’t too sure what Valdemar did, but you were certain whatever it was, you wanted absolutely no part in it.

Weary from all the courting, you put your best face forward and hoped this day ended up being a delight instead of another disaster.

Foregoing flat-ironing, blowouts, presses, braids and twists this time, you decide to arrange for your servants to outfit you in lovely, long locs for the evening. You line them with fine silver trinkets, baubles, and rings before arranging your makeup to perfection and dressing in your finest, warm regards from the tailor.

Today was the day with the doctor, and you wanted to see exactly what kind of man he was. 

You donned a beautiful gown beneath your long, furred coat and lined your neck with a shining collar of diamonds. The winter snow would reflect stunningly off of them, as well as you.

Perfumed, plucked, and preened, you stand, assessing yourself in the mirror.

Vesuvia’s treasure.

You laugh, satisfied with the show stopping look, before leaving your room. You almost bump into a servant, rushing in to announce to you that the doctor has arrived with a carriage for you both.

“Let him in,” you say kindly, glancing out the window. Sure enough, a large, black carriage awaits. You lift your chest, square your shoulders, and raise your chin, allowing your lashes to lower and your aura to project.

You descend the stairs of your home into the grand hall, your eyes pinning the man that entered and awaited below, greeted politely by your staff.

‘Oh,’ you realize.

He’s gorgeous.

Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Tall, tousled, and terribly attractive, Julian Devorak watched you, open-mouthed, as if you are some sort of ethereal being that decided to grace his mortal existence. Descending the marble stairs, you feel him watch every step you take until you finally reach the landing.

You decide to close the distance and break the ice when he makes no move, still in awe of you. No need for those stars in his eyes, you think. You want him dazzled, not anxious or elevating you to something or someone that is inaccessible.

He is here in your home, after all. If you were inaccessible to him, he wouldn’t be.

“Hello Dr. Devorak,” you grace easily, smiling. “I’m ------. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“J-Julian, please, no need for extraneous titles,” he insists in a light stammer. “The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you.”

‘Aaw,’ you think to yourself, looking fondly at him. You’ve heard the line so many times before, but somehow, the words sound so genuine coming off of his tongue. You also like the sound of his voice very much. He sounds like how he looks, you realize.

Julian mistakes your silence for something bad, and rushes to fill it.

“I-I can’t tell you how…how long I’ve anticipated today.”

“Oh?” You ask, tilting your head in wonder. 

Were you the only one he was querying? That wasn’t possible. There had to be others. You respond pleasantly.

“I’m honored...’Julian’. But I’m sure an interesting man such as yourself is entertaining many acquaintances and possess many options.”

Julian blushes, surprising you. He shakes his head, fingers fidgeting at his sides.

“Not exactly,” he offers, leaving it there.

Your brow lifts in wonder. 

“Really...? But I loved your letter. I’ve reread it several times and am not afraid to say so. I find you quite striking.”

If possible, Julian blushes even harder at that, daring to hold your gaze. You see an odd sort of mask arise on him then, a false yet endearing bravado. You don’t call it out and simply watch as he does his best to disguise his rampant shyness.

“Ah...thank you madam! But not nearly so striking as one such as yourself! Why, I remember the feeling of when I first laid eyes on you. It was as if  lightning had struck me.”

Your eyes widen in pleasure, curious. 

“Such flattery! Where did this occur?”

Julian smiles triumphantly, happy to visibly pique your interest.

“The theater! I noticed you in your private box and it was then I decided that I must inquire to learn more about you.”

Your smile broadens, and you can’t help but step closer. Julian feels very comfortable and warm, even with the pomp.

“So that’s how you knew I’d enjoy the theater!” You exclaim. You had wondered about it since his letter first arrived. He could’ve invited you to any event, any activity, and yet he knew the theater was the right choice...

Julian tenses as you near, unsure of where to look. You can’t tell if he wants you closer or farther away. You decide to hold firm and give him time to sort it out for himself.

“I-uh…yes.” He swallows thickly. “Allow me to enlighten you of the day’s activities in the carriage…?”

You nod, realizing that your questioning is holding the both of you up from your date. You step back, cowed.

“Of course! My apologies.”

Julian swiftly holds out a broad, gloved hand for you to take. The gentleman’s escorting hold.

“No need to apologize,” Julian insists, guiding your offered palm gently, “I...I actually should be the one to apologize.” He bites his lip, thinking of some unknown err. 

You glance at him as the two of you step out the front door together, waved off by your staff.

“Whatever for…?”

Julian looks sheepish, rounding you both to the carriage door and opening it for you.

“I....well!”  He pauses, the words sticking in his mouth. “I was...told by a confidant very recently that the medical gala may have some things that are not...er, conducive for a romantic atmosphere. So I must ask...you’re not squeamish of leeches, are you?”

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AN: Do not copy, repost, or edit. If you see someone do so, please let me know.

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[vesuviannights]

Vesuviannights: Fic and HC Masterlist

Here it is! As of 16 January, 2020, this is a comprehensive list of every fic and headcanon I have posted here. 

This is sorted by type and then character. Most of if not everything I write is lemon-rated, so please be aware of that when you click through. There will also be a warning list at the beginning of any post you click on, just in case!

These are also available to read on my AO3. 

Alternatively, #writing features everything I have, both fics and headcanons, as well as mini fics I have written in response to asks.

Happy thottery! 🖤🖤

& indicates a fic that has been added since the last update (24th Nov).

Asra 🔮 

Quick Fic: Daddy Asra

Impatience Is A Virtue

Daddy Knows Best

The Instructor

Think Twice

Violet, Lilac, Wisteria, Amethyst: Part 1 and Part 2 &

Julian 🥀 

Quick Fic: Good Cook Julian

Pathetic Baby Boy

Boy Ruined

A Collection of Your Sighs

Call Forth the Raven

Delightful Dinner Debauchery

Doctor, Doctor: Give Me the News

After and Forever

House of the Slain (AMAB reader)

House of the Slain (AFAB reader)

Wax Poetic &

Lucio 👑 

My Beautiful Wicked Little Thing

You Need Only Ask

Horns Like the Devil

Beg, O Mighty One

I Slithered Here From Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door

You Keep Me Insane, Baby

A Prayer to St Anthony, Patron Saint of the Lost

The Thing

Fox Teeth

Thirteen

What Happens in the Chasm &

Heel &

Muriel 🐺 

The Way the Light Yearns

It’s Not the Waking, It’s the Rising

The Edge

Call of the Night

Nadia 🌹

The Cherry Stem Trick

Oh Countess, My Countess

Portia 🐈 

Oh, the Ache of the Longest Journey

Valerius 🍷 

Hard to Watch

Spite of the Lamb

The Sun Kissed the Moon, And the Moon Turned Away

The Cockwarmer

Glory, Glory

Master

Nevivon Red &

The Other Courtiers 🏰 

Pathetic Little Fool (Vulgora)

Tentacles (Valdemar)

The Major Arcana 🎴

The Exchange (Hierophant)

Nameless (Devil)

The Payment (Devil) &

Misc/Random 🌥

The Count of Vesuvia, Forced to his Knees (Lucio/Valerius)

The Small Hours (Lucio/Asra)

My Apprentices, Ari & Eli ✨🌙

A Study in Ariana (Ari x Laurel x Julian x Nadia) &

Chastity (Ari x Tarek) &

Bones of the Liar (Ari x Lucio) &

Poly 🍇

Green Line Killers (Asra x Reader x Lucio)

Part 1: Caught Between the Tides

Part 2: Stars in the Firmament

Part 3: Green Line Killers

Young Gods/The Eternals (Lucio x Reader x Valerius)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

Obedience (Reader x Multi)

Part 1 (Valerius x Reader)

Part 2 (Lucio x Reader)

Part 3 (Nadia x Reader)

Part 4 (Julian x Reader)

Part 5 (Asra x Reader x Portia)

Part 6 (?? x Reader)

Various Asra x Reader x Julian

The Angels of Dawn and the Little Death

Tales of the Reckless

The Dumb Loving the Dumb

Various Asra x Reader x Muriel

The Heat That Drives the Light

Various Lucio x Reader x Julian

Begging In 7 Different Languages

The Bet

No Pain, No Gain

The Human Resources Disaster (+ Valdemar)

All HCs can be found on #headcanons.

& indicates a hc that has been added since the last update (24th Nov).

General ☕️

MC murdering someone (Main 6) 🔪

Main 6 + courtiers as The Onion articles 

Main 6 Coordinated Strippers AU: Part 1 and Part 2

Lucio hires a shitty magician, makes Asra and MC watch

Main 6 as One Direction songs

Romantic Multi 👀💦

Reacting to a dominant/rough MC (main 6)

Filming Porn and Uploading it (Main 6)

Asra  🔮 

Asra and His Darling Devil (MC who broke bad)

Magician Asra

Just...softness

Quick Horny Asra HCs

Dom Asra, for my subby bitches &

Demon Asra HCs: here and here, as well as the whole #demonverse &

Julian 🥀 

Public Sex/Teasing with Julian

Quick Rough Dom Julian HCs

Lucio 👑 

Lucio body worshiping an insecure female MC

Quick Goat Daddy HCs

Lucio/MC first time when he gets his body back

Submissive Lucio + Bondage

Devil Lucio and his pet

Lucio’s Jersey Accent

Lucio loves ALL tiddies and here is proof

Lucio’s revenge

The Count Loves Fat Thighs (pass it on!!)

Lucio + VERY intense verbal humiliation @ reader

Lucio + an MC who plays innocent around him but is actually a little minx

Sub Lucio, for anyone who wants to see him squirm &

SnuggleSlut Lucio &

Muriel 🐺 

Riding Muriel’s Thigh

Muriel, for all my size kink and training kink babes & 

Nadia 🌹

Nadia using a strap on MC/reader &

SnuggleSlut Nadia &

Nadia using magic to give herself (and you) The D &

Portia 🐈 

SnuggleSlut Portia &

Valerius 🍷 

Soft Valerius HCs

Valerius eating out an AFAB reader

Itty Bitty Valerius Lemon HCs

Others 🌥 

Quick Soft Headcanons (Muriel/Reader/Portia)

Comforting a male MC (Julian, Lucio, Asra) &

[witcherarcanathings]

When You’re Gone Asra x Female Reader Angst part 2

No Smut in this part (Sorry), just angst. I’m prepping you for the lewdness that is to come. This is the only non-smutty part, It’s a little long but trust me it’s important.

MC flees to the palace to escape the hurt of being left behind by Asra.

Tagging @thepanicsiren​ because I love when you read my stuff.

Part One (Lemon)🍋, Part 3 (Lemon), Part 4, Part 5

You had tried to forget all about the anger and resentment you had for Asra constantly leaving you behind. You loved Asra, and Asra loved you. You told yourself that you should be more understanding. He needed space.

Asra would take you along when he felt it was right, and you should just accept that. He loved you no matter how far apart they were. And besides, he swore he would bring you along next time.

But when you find Asra packing a bag in a hurry, your heart sunk. Asra said he was leaving you behind again, and everything you had pushed back rushed to the surface.

“Why are you leaving again so soon? You just left!” you shouted.

“MC, please...I’ve told you. I promise to take you next time.” Asra said smoothing your hair.

You pulled away, fuming. “THIS was supposed to be ‘Next Time’!”

“I don’t want to argue about this anymore, MC. I have to leave.” Asra said wrapping his scarlet scarf around him, before turning to open the shop door.

“Leave then,” you say bitterly. You were tired of the same old arguments. You thought things would change after defeating the Devil, but they didn’t. He had promised to take you with him, to not go where you couldn’t follow. And you believed him. Every. Damn. Time.

Tears formed in your eyes, your throat ached with the sobs that you were forcing back. You didn’t cry in front of anyone. Not even Asra. He always left you alone. Always.Crying didn’t stop him from leaving you, so why should he see your tears.

Asra looked back at you, concerned. You could see the war he was waging within himself. You had a small hope he might change his mind. He sighed deeply, sinking into himself before taking a step.

“I love you MC, I’ll see you when I get back.” He said as he left through the door

You grabbed the nearest object and hurled towards him, just missing him as he closed  the door.You watched as the vase shattered, glass flying everywhere.

You fell to the floor and broke down into a sobbing mess. It seemed like hours before you calmed, pulling yourself up to stand. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you magicked the vase back together, waving your hand in a circular motions as the vase came back as one, good as new.

You picked it up from the floor and placed it back on the shop counter. You looked around the shop, trying to figure out a way to distract yourself from the hurt you felt.

Picking up the broom from the corner you began to sweep, slowly at first, picking up speed as you sunk into a rhythm.

“It’s fine.” You tell yourself. “I’m fine.” It became your mantra as you swept the shop, the kitchen, the living room, upstairs.

You can’t remember when you started crying again.

“I hate this!” you scream at no one. Your frustration echoed throughout the empty shop.

Sobbing, you put the broom back into the closet, and headed for your room. You fall into the mattress, chest raw and aching as you sob, throat raw with emotion. Everything seems to hurt.

You felt a presence reaching out for you, trying to comfort you. Asra’s familiar aura seems to surround you, and you smell the scent of belladonna.

“Leave me alone, Asra.” you hiss from under the pillows.

“MC, please...Don’t cry.” Asra begs. You sit up angrily, turning to see his astral form reaching out to you.

“Get out. You wanted to leave so leave. Don’t try to talk to me out of guilt.” You spat.

“MC, just listen to me. I’m sorry…” he pleads, voice breaking. You feel astral fingers touching the side of your face.

“Don’t touch me, Asra!” You shriek, swatting his hand away. “Get out! Leave me Alone.”

“I said I’m sorry!” he snapped.

“You say a lot of things, Asra.” You summon the magic within you, focusing on Asra’s Astral Form, “And I’m done listening.”

You didn’t even bother to look at the dissolving vision of Asra, hurt and frustrated as he tries and fails to stop you from banishing him.

With Asra gone, you decide you can’t stay here anymore. It’s full too full of memories of you and Asra, and you just had to get away. That barrier wouldn’t last for long, and you didn’t want to talk to Asra. If he wanted to be gone, then he could stay gone as far as you were concerned. You were done crying. Done waiting for him.

You rush and pack your bag, deciding to stay at the palace until you figured things out.

Within minutes you are walking into the cool night air.

The walk is quiet, you hear nothing but the sound of crunching gravel beneath your feet. The sound changes as you get closer to the palace, as the street changes from gravel to paved stone.

It’s a moonless night. A blessing for new beginnings, a good omen for a journey begun. You take a deep breath, hoping you made the right decision. Maybe Asra would better appreciate you if you weren’t home when he got back. Maybe you wouldn’t care if he did.

“Hi Guys,” you call out to Ludovico and Bludmila before they could shout ‘Halt!’

“It’s Awfully late to be walking about M’lady. What brings you to the palace at so late an hour?” Ludovico inquired.

“A last minute decision. I thought I could complete my work for the Countess from home, but I have need of the palace resources.” You yawn, stretching your arms out wide over your head. “Which right  now would include a good night’s sleep in my quarters.”

“Yes ma'am. We understand. Shall we call for an escort? Would you like a servant to ready your rooms. I’ll notify the countess of your arrival.” Bludmila offered.

“No no, let the Countess have her rest. I’ll see her in the morning. And don’t fuss about the rooms. I’m sure they’re fine.” You pat their arm, walking past them as the gates open.

Nevertheless, upon sighting you, the servants rushed to ready your rooms. By the time you reach them there’s a cozy fire lit in the fireplace, your covers were turned down, and a glass of cool water was waiting on the bedside.

“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t have time to air out your wardrobe. I didn’t know you’d be coming to stay. If you leave your bag there miss, I’ll begin putting your things away,” the maid apologized.

“It’s fine Anya, It’s no big deal. There’s not much put away. You can go back to bed, and we can do it together in the morning.” you say as Anya helped you change into your night shirt.

“As you wish, miss. Goodnight then.” Anya curtsies, thankful to be going back to a well deserved rest.

“Goodnight, Anya.” You slip into the silk sheets, exhausted from a hurricane of emotions. Your breathing steadies and your eyes close as you drift into a deep sleep.

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The morning you wake, You, Portia and Nadia take breakfast in the palace garden. It was a cool and comfortable summer morning, that didn’t even begin to hint the searing heat that would come with the afternoon sun.

Nadia was pleased you had come to stay at the palace, but a little annoyed you hadn’t written her ahead of time. “My Dear Friend, you wound me. I didn’t even have time to furnish it properly, those old drapes are due for the bin. I’m having new ones brought in by lunchtime. Everything will be perfect by the time you retire.”

Before you could protest Nadia lifted her hand to shush you.

“There’s no need to thank me, darling, you’re family. And you must let me spoil you sometimes. You’re too modest for your own good.”

“Thanks Nadia,” you say giving her a grateful smile.

You three relax into pleasant conversation as the servants bring in plates of eggs, bacon, fresh bread, and fruits on gleaming silver platters. Coffee and tea is served on the finest porcelain. As you fix your plate, you’re happy to see Nadia had some of Selasi’s pumpkin bread brought up as well. You take a big piece for yourself, along with some eggs and fruit. Everything was delicious and the three of you enjoy each others presence as you dine in the garden.

Suddenly you hear the water begin to gurgle in the garden. The three of you cease eating and turn your heads to see the water rising and shifting, trying to take shape.

Your heart pounds in anticipation, and you stand frozen. Unsure of what to do.

“Asra,” Nadia says, “How delightful, now we have the honor of two magicians.”

Asra gazes at you with sorrowful eyes. “Hello, MC.”

You’re hearts pounding. You want nothing more than to scream at him.

“I have to go!” You say rushing from the table, running into the palace as you feel tears running down your cheeks.

“MC, wait!” You weren’t sure who said it first, but when you look back after bursting through the parlor doors, Portia was right behind you.

“Alright, what’s going on with you and Asra?” she demanded.

“Nothing. I just needed some…” Portia raised her brow in disbelief and you knew there was no point in avoiding the question.

You shrug. “ Alright. Asra and I had the same old argument about him leaving me behind. I yelled and threw a vase at him. He left. He appeared in Astral form later and tried to apologize, but I wouldn’t hear it.”

“If you have this argument all the time, what is making you so upset this time?” Portia was always so perceptive.

“It’s different this time. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if I can keep waiting for him. I don’t know if we can stay together if he keeps leaving me like this...”

“Is that why you came to the palace. To think things through?” Portia mused.

“Yes, I thought it’d be easier to clear my head if I were away. I just can’t take it anymore.” You run your hand over your face and into your hair, smoothing it back.

“Sounds like you’re still mad.” Portia fretted.

“It’s not that I’m mad,” You explain. “It’s more like I’m tired of being mad. He promised the next time he left he would take me with him. He broke his promise. And I’m tired of waiting for him to keep it.”You sob, flinging your arms out in frustration.

“I can’t blame you for being upset. I’d be pretty mad if Nadi did that to me,” Portia touches your arm, “She wouldn’t - but if she did, I wouldn’t let her hear the end of it!” Portia smiles, and you both laugh.

“But I think you  should talk to him,” She bites her lip and you can see the worry in her eyes “He misses you a lot. He seems really sad without you.”

“But not sad enough to come back! He wouldn’t have to miss me, if he’d kept his promise and took me with him.” you say sternly. You take a deep breath and unclench your fists and jaw. “Look portia, I know you’re trying to help, but I just can’t talk to Asra right now. Maybe when He comes back I’ll have everything figured out.”

“I understand,” Portia gives you a thoughtful look, and spreads her arms wide ”Hugs?”

“Hugs.” You wrap your arms around Portia, both of you squeezing the life out of each other like always.

“He’ll come back, MC. Asra always comes back. He loves you. You two will figure this out together.”

“I know.” You  soothed, trying to please Portia more than anything else.

When the two of you part, Portia lets out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry, Asra.” She whispered “I tried.”

Thanks for Reading!

[beneathashadytree]

GIFTS - NADIA SATRINAVA X READER

Warnings : none, reader is a female!

Genre : fluff ig?

Word count : 1.5K words

Synopsis : She didn't know what to make of the Countess' ludicrously expensive gifts.

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Masterlist

A rumble of thunder shook the walls of the palace room I had taken as mine, the window panes shining with the glow of lightning that struck the ground.

Entranced by the view of the palace gardens being soaked and turning into the brightest hues of green, I remained watching the ongoing storm for almost an hour, not budging from my place to walk over to the bed, which had been my initial destination.

Soon, however, battling my shutting eyelids grew to be futile, and I succumbed to walking away from the golden window in order to head off to sleep.

Trudging in the silk slippers and matching robe the Countess---er, Nadia---had so kindly given me earlier that day (despite my protests), I yawned, closing my eyes, as my exhaustion began to truly take over me from my extended search for clues that Julian wasn't the culprit here.

Upon opening my eyes once more, I was startled to see quite possibly the most lavish-looking gown I'd ever seen draped over the bed sheets, as if awaiting my beck and call.

Nearly tripping over my own two feet, I rushed to pick it up, the lace material silky soft between my admiring fingers. The intricate black designs melted into a smooth array of vibrant colors, reflecting all the colors of the rainbow every time I shifted.

Stunned, I almost missed the necklace that lay beside it, but its sheen made it impossible to not notice it.

My jaw dropping in disbelief as a gasp escaped my lips, my fingers clasped around the glimmering jewelry, freshly polished and looking ever so majestic. Four rows of white pearls, in ascending size, held together by a golden clasp that alone seemed more expensive than my entire shop.

Shell-shocked by this entirely confusing gesture, tremors ran across my hand as I picked up a delicate paper with perfect calligraphy.

"I hope these gifts fit your taste. Nadia."

Simple, but enough to send my brain into a frazzled daze.

"Why on earth would she do this...?" I mumbled into the silent air of the room, shaking my head in confusion as I collected the ludicrously expensive gifts and set them on the armchair near the fireplace, freeing up space on the bed for much needed sleep while postponing my train of thought till the morning.

***

"Milady's waiting for you on the veranda," came Portia's chipper voice far too early in the morning, pulling the curtains back to let the sun streaming in, despite my hot grumbles.

"Portia, I could've been naked," I tried to stress, though my words really couldn't hold any malice when she smiled so cheerfully at me, freckles almost dancing in the sun rays.

"But you're not, are you?" she giggled, waving me off, "Don't worry, I wouldn't peek anyways," the redhead brushed back a stray curl from her face, clasping her hands in front of her, before scurrying out, "Don't be late, the Countess doesn't like dilly dallying!"

Nodding after she was gone (delayed reflexes in the morning, it's no joy), I stretched like a cat, before hopping off the bed and groggily getting dressed in my usual attire that Asra had fashioned for me right after I'd woken up, the simple shirt and baggy pants somehow capturing his home-y scent of herbs and spices.

Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I began to make my way---from what I managed to remember from last night's getting-to-know-each-other---to the veranda overlooking the beautiful palace gardens.

There, sitting serenely and already sipping at her tea with an absent-minded look in her eyes as she watched the chirping birds, sat Nadia, in all her glory.

Turning slowly at the sound of my approaching footsteps, she set the tea cup down as elegantly as royalty would do, and gave me another one of her calm smiles, her voluminous ombre hair dancing in the light breeze of the morning.

"Good morning," came her voice, always so mellow and warm, "I trust you found your way easily?" her gaze followed me as I took the seat in front of her, the plush velvet pillows sinking under my weight.

"Yeah," I croakily spoke, before clearing my throat, my face growing warm in embarrassment as she quirked an eyebrow in amusement, "Yeah, it's not hard. The halls are all different."

"That can be attributed to the Count's impeccable taste," she set her teacup down, a look of disdain painted on her regal features, "One of the very few redeeming qualities he possessed was the ability to transform any structure into a work of art."

I remained quiet, not quite sure what to make of her conversation about her late husband. It seemed that her memories of him weren't all too fond, and listening to her talk about him wasn't a situation I found comfortable. Nadia must've sensed my unease, though, as she shook it off with another curve of her lips.

"Enough of angry rambling about Lucio," she smiled, raising an eyebrow in the process, "I must ask, however, is there a certain reason behind you not wearing the outfit I've sent?"

Shifting tensely in the cushions I'd sunk in, I began to play with the tassles as I avoided her crippling stare, "About that, Nadia..."

"Is it not fitting to your taste?" she rushed to interrupt, leaning forwards to rest her chin against her elegant hand, though her tone was genuinely concerned and not offended, "Or is it the size that isn't right? I must admit, I had to go with my instincts on that aspect, so my assumptions might've been off."

Tugging at my lip with my teeth anxiously, I hesitated for a moment, before lifting my head up to stand my ground and looking her straight in the eye, "None of that. I just can't and won't accept it."

A frown made its way onto her features, "What do you mean?" she straightened up once again, her back going stiff as she realized that this conversation was taking an entirely different direction.

"What exactly do you wish to achieve by sending me gifts?" I asked, my stance unwavering even as my body remained languid, "So far you've given me far too many exquisite luxuries for it to be considered normal," I crossed my arms, not even caring that I most likely have broken protocol the instant I stepped on the veranda.

Pausing, I couldn't make head or tail of her expression. Her face was completely stoic, and her eyes seemed calculating as she involuntarily reached to play with the deep purple ends of her silky hair.

'I'm not some sort of cheap person whom you could easily buy over," I went on, clenching my fists as heat began to rise in my cheeks, "Showering me with expensive gifts won't make me feel so indebted to you that I would just agree to satisfy you and be your mistress---"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but is this truly how you perceived it?" she curled her legs under her as elegantly as royalty would, her eyes growing wide with shock, her glowing coffee skin turning a deep shade of red.

"I---it's, well, yes!" I spluttered, "There seems to be no other explanation!"

At that, Nadia sighed, before getting up and making her way (almost gliding) to my side of the veranda, taking a seat next to my frustrated form, so close that I could count every beauty mark splashed on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry if it seemed that way," her voice was soft and genuinely apologetic as her earnest eyes pierced mine, "And I apologize if I somehow made it seem like I expected some favor of you. I know you feel offended."

Gently, she took my hand in both of hers, sweetly cocking her head to the side as she gave me a breathtakingly tender half-smile, "I bought you these gifts because I wanted to. You deserve lavish clothing and accessories, even if they could never really quite rival your beauty."

Again, she seemed keen on causing me to blush as I struggled to form words, "Nadia..."

"Forgive me for being so forward," she went on, "I don't mean to be so. I haven't really had much of good experience with human relationships," she said this with a face as though it pained her to speak it out loud, "Though I'd promised not to talk of Lucio, I must admit that he hadn't made it easier either."

"I'm sorry for wrongly accusing you," I shyly said, as a wonderful grin grew on her face, "I couldn't understand why you would do it for a good reason."

She chuckled a little, rubbing the skin of my hand in hers as an acceptance of my meek apology, "Consider them as genuine tokens of my affection. As Countess, with little freedom to act as I please, there isn't much I can do to express my feelings except by spoiling you."

At the very mention of feelings, my entire face turned beet-red, the blush climbing to my shoulders as she heartily laughed, the merry sound sweet and warm.

"Come on, darling. How would you feel about a walk in the gardens, just us alone?"

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Count Lucio x Countess Nadia Masterlist

Distracted by the Snow

-when reader notices the first snow fall, the Count and Countess get pulled along outside.

(established relationship.)