hi~ if it's possible some nsfw for Nadia? since is Nadia appreciation week, my thirstiness is over the top lmao. gender neutral mc where they aren't allowed to do something (idk whatever) and Nadia finds out they did it so ehem, she punishes mc if you know what I mean. I'm sorry lmao I'm kinky asf
We’re all kinky down here Okay so I don’t think this fits any of the prompts for the week, but it is always Nadia appreciation hours on this blog 😤 (She’s literally the reason I started playing the game tbh) and we’re still gonna say it counts! Thank you for sending this in @malvinghlein!
Nadia + MC | Punishment 😏
Pretty vague spicy lemons but still, DNI if you’re a minor, you know the drill 🔞
She gave you a simple request, really, dearest. How hard was it to keep your hands to yourself during her very important meeting with Firentian royalty? Well, apparently for you, very hard. In your defense, she looked bored, and you knew exactly how to ease that boredom as your hand—hidden under the dining table—made its way up her leg.
It had been worth it at the time—seeing the way her eyes flashed, the soft blush that rose to her cheeks, hearing the way her breath hitched in her throat as your thumb stroked her inner thigh. A brief flustered moment, and then she blinked, and it was gone.
Her hand fell over yours, giving it an almost painful squeeze as she guided it back into your own lap, still chatting amicably with her company. However, the dark look in her eyes told you everything you needed to know about what was really going on in her head, and what would be waiting for you later.
Once all company was gone and other important Countess duties were taken care of, she took you gently by the wrist and pulled you into her quarters, the door closing—and locking—tightly behind you.
Now, you two are finally alone. Sitting you firmly on the bed, she stays standing, grip tightening on your wrists.
“Love, explain yourself.”
Swallowing, you do, though maybe you’re grinning a bit despite yourself. Leg bouncing up and down as her gaze trails over you—that cold, glinting gaze that gets you unbearably excited. You did this on purpose, and she knows. She always knows.
“Oh, my darling, that just won’t do. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t do it.” Sighing, she unhooks the necklace she has around her neck—a simple gold chain with a large ruby in the middle—and presses it into your hands, palms already sweating. “Looks like I’ll have to punish you for it, hm?”
You nod, fingers curling around the drop object she had prepared, knowing full well that she expected this of you—she had probably chosen to wear the necklace this morning for this exact reason. It was a long standing game you two played, and while technically she always won, it wasn’t exactly like you lost, per se.
“Now, since you were so eager to touch me today,” she says, her voice smooth and calculating, leaning over you to push you flat against the bed. “I think it’s only fitting that you aren’t allowed to touch me at all tonight.” Her slender hands pin yours above your head, the rest of her body hovering just out of reach of yours.
You bite back a whine—there’s no use arguing—but she can see it in your eyes, and the smallest twitch of her lips lets you know she knows. The gemstone in your hand presses deeper into your palm as she gets up, purposefully striding over to the chest she keeps in the corner of her room. She pauses, taking in the contents of the chest. She starts taking off the rest of her accessories as she thinks, her long purple hair cascading even further down her back. Hearing the soft gasp that escapes your mouth, she turns her head slightly, not looking at you, yet.
“There better not be any clothes left on you, love.”
You scramble to oblige, knowing she’s only taking her time to tease you. Just as your last article of clothing falls to the ground, necklace secured in your palm again, she turns around.
Her piercing stare roots you to the spot, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, she steps back to the bed, shedding her own outfit as she draws closer. Instinctively, you want to reach out, to feel her smooth skin under your fingertips, but the blood-red rope in her hands keeps you where you are, bouncing in anticipation.
Finally, she is back at the bed, and wastes no time in tying your hands back above your head, pushing you back towards the headboard. Normally, a hook is hidden carefully in the woodwork, but she pulls it out now, securing it between your wrists. She checks that the necklace is still in your hand, and gives you a small smile.
Her body is so close to yours—if you so much as arched your back a little, or shifted your leg just so, you’d be touching her. She knows that too, and will not let that happen.
She pulls away just as you try to touch her, her soft hair ghosting down your body, and the way her smile curls into a smirk is dizzying. Shifting further down the bed, she watches you squirm.
“Don’t be so impatient, my love—the night is so young.” She grabs a glass toy that she must have brought over with the rope—you were understandably distracted—and crawls over the bed to you again, eyes never leaving yours. “And I think you need to learn your lesson.”
