Pining on Paper

Preview: The circumstances of their meeting, that pull that drew them together, gave wanderlust a whole new meaning. Pairing: Portia (Pasha) Devorak x Nahara Satrinava  Rating/Genre: 18+ Length: 752 words (1.5 pages) 

AKA that moment when you wanted to write hot boat sex but got caught up in some Emotions ™ on the side.

Lucio: Aw cmon Noddy I’m handing you an olive branch here

Nadia: And I’m setting it on fire

I wish to hear your thoughts

-🔆

merchant: furs and silks! furs and silks here! silks and furs! furs and silks!

Mature content warning. 18+ only!

Mutters to herself, playing out whatever fantasies she’s had on her mind—typically a one-sided “conversation” while her vivid imagination handles the rest. If she’s feeling particularly dramatic, she might just voice all parts of the fantasy out loud.

Pulls out all the stops when it comes to self-foreplay. On a lazy day, she’ll take her time getting undressed to really feel herself throughout the process. Or after she’s toweled off from a bath, a smooth and fragrant body cream would become the vehicle for sensual exploration of her arms, her thighs, her chest. Inevitably, either of these options would result in her teasing and squeezing her nipples until she can barely handle anymore.

Typical position: face down into pillowy abyss, often with her knees bent to prop herself up for a wide range of access.

Grinds on her own fingers, toys, pillows, or any given number of random objects she might have at her disposal—might even swing a leg off the side of the bed and use the edge of the mattress to her advantage.

Starts a bit slow as she finds what position and pressure best suit her that day, but quickly picks up speed once she gets what she’s searching for. Not too keen on making herself wait very long, especially not after making herself unbearably aroused, she keeps a medium-to-fast pace overall, following a percussive rhythm accompanied by her wild and yearning vocals.

Portia can come so quickly yet always so intensely (and so often) that the length of time spent before an orgasm doesn’t really matter to her. Even without much buildup, say a quick break at work, she’s perfectly content to rub one out and thoroughly enjoy every fleeting second.

Sometimes, she tries—she tries to hold off, but deep within her rapidly beating heart she knows that there is no part of her that truly wants to stop.

And so, ultimately, she does not.

Continuously and with such vigor, she strokes, or grinds, or pounds through the entire orgasm no longer with any rhythm of which to speak. A steady pace means nothing in these moments as she is alternately halted and jolted with the coming and going of full-body spasms.

Even after she’s melted into a puddle of her own making, she does not stop—touching herself slower yet still with irregularity as the slightly electric sense of overstimulation first prolongs her fall from the high, then begins to deter further movement.

She finishes with her eyes shut and body still as it was, just finding her breath once more, idling and embracing calm while the dense cloud of sensations dissipates, reluctant to truly let it be over.

@nadia-appreciation-week 

Sleep Headcanons

She’s a side sleeper who is quite stationary throughout the night. She doesn’t hog the covers and rarely rolls over. Despite having a bed that could fit several adult humans, she only sprawls out across the bed when she’s feeling particularly light-hearted and playful. 

Nadia cannot and will not sleep flat on her back. Being in a magic-induced coma for any amount of time is enough to make rest impossible in that position. For her, sleeping on her back is almost a guarantee for nightmares and sleep paralysis. 

Nightmares. They don’t happen often anymore, and they are certainly nothing like her precognitive visions from when she first awoke, but they do persist. Nadia may shoot awake at night, sweat on her brow, panting for air as she grasps at the sheets to find you, to make sure you haven’t been taken from her, to make sure she isn’t alone. She hates waking you in such a manner, and it’s never her actual intention to do so. She will apologize no matter how many times you gently shush her and tell her it’s okay, that you’re okay, that she’s going to be okay. For her to feel safe and sleeping again, you can be the big spoon for once and cradle her, brush your fingers in her hair, lock your fingers with hers. Whisper little nothings against the back of her neck until she finally nods off. 

Sleep in general is a complicated subject for Nadia. It’s incredibly difficult for her to sleep by herself after being locked away, helpless and alone and stripped of all autonomy, in her own mind for years. But she finds ways to deal with that when you’re not around to accompany her in bed. 

She keeps a lantern by her bedside for those nights when the darkness is too much to bear. Her windows and balcony, when opened, are saviors for drowning out the overwhelming silence of night with the soothing, ambient sounds of nature in the garden or the occasional gentle bustling from night-duty guards making their rounds outside. 

But when you are with her, she will be out like a light if she’s tired enough. And how could she not? She’s safe and secure knowing you’re beside her, and it can sometimes be hard to fight off the exhaustion of a countess’ duties when the bed and your embrace are so comfortable and familiar.