⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You feel like coffee on a rainy day.
⠀ ⠀ And you rip through my clothes like that breeze during Summer,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ When it seems like every pore is perspiring.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You inspire me.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You’re when infatuation meets trust and it turns into love.
⠀ You’re how subtle the difference between—
The pigeon and dove-
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You’re loved.
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Ruining a friendship two-way while keeping a horrible sense of yearning in the friendship has really fucked my ass. This cunt can't be having her glow-up era, I need to be her 'untouchable ex' who's next lovers would never reach me.
Hello to everyone and thank you to everyone who has participated in the past months or in general for giving me requests!! But for now, my requests are starting to overflow and I would like to close my inbox for requests.
But it is always open for talking or chattering or anything in general; for strangers, followers and mutuals alike!!
I'd like to take a breather and get started on the requests currently sitting on my inbox for more almost a year now. The past year has been quite a horrible place for my mind, but I've been doing pretty well!! So expect more content coming your way!
Again, requests are closed for the meanwhile. Management shall inform you all when they are ready to be open AGAIN!!
Just a question. How much grovelling is good enough grovelling. I need to know how much we make the man cry and beg on his knees for us before we give in and forgive the bastard for the maximum angst?? 😭😭😭
it's been a long time lol. how are you, aurelia?:)) ALSO I DIDN'T KNOW U MADE PEAK AVATAR FICS WHOAA
YEAAHHHHH, BABYYYYYY!!!!! NINI!!! WHOOOOOOOOOO. I'm so good, I'm doing so well and it's the one month of vacation a woman gets, so we're enjoying it to our heart's content!!
And yesshhhhh, I write avatar fics. I wouldn't say they're too peak, but they are what they areee! I'm so glad to see you tooo!!
Do you still write and still take requests? If so, could you do sfw/cute headcanons for Cassis Pedelian and maybe nsfw (I thought of this after reading the novel 😭)
Cassis Pedelian SFW/NSFW HCs
WARNINGS: Practically tooth-rotting fluff in first half. MDNI. One 'papa'? Fingering. Oral (fem and male receiving), creampie, cowgirl, choking (male). Did I miss something? Not proof read, btw. Implied WOC! Reader, but anyone can read it.
GENRE: Fluff—Smut || Headcanons
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you so much for this request! I still am not too sure about Cassis because of how weirdly sparing his scenes tend to be and don't go far too into depth of him, especially not as a normal person since he is a guy kidnapped. So we're going entirely by mind.
⁞ :: ✧ Cassis Pedelian is a man who embodies his house's values and is a model man of society in the Big Five families. He is gentlemanly and sweet, always having some woman swoon over him, he's strong enough yet no dangerous like the Black Agriches. Yet, courting you? His attention and eyes are practically smothering you and never stray away to someone else.
⁞ :: ✧ And despite most of it, Cassis is a rather gentle soul despite his intimidating face and stature. He brings you flowers and remembers your favourite sweets for whenever you visit. He often writes you letters and keeps them under his bed, he may not send those nor will he show you those up until you're married. But they're everything to him and they're safeguarded for himself.
⁞ :: ✧ Cassis, in the beginning, would practically be fussing over just about everything if you were to get into contact with him. If you were visiting for tea-time? The tea flavour and colour, the napkins, the doilies and coasters and cups and the drawing room itself had to be pristine and colour matching. He would fuss over it more than the maids themselves. If you were to be at the ball, he'd of-course be the first to take up dances with you. His clothes ironed, pristine and cologne and everything the best of the best.
⁞ :: ✧ He's always writing letters, whenever you both seem to be done. First thing in his mental duty list is greeting you or courting you in some subtle way. He'd send flowers, jewellery, hand-made trinkets, letters, etc. etc just about everyday to you. Overtime, th gifts would get more and more intimate.
⁞ :: ✧ One of his most intimate gifts would have to be a portrait of him, not too big, small enough to stay on your bedside of him laying across silk bare shoulders and hair ruffled, cheeks flushed painted beautifully. Yes, exactly like Queen Victoria sent Albert. It's your most precious gift, you'd stare at it in the evening.
⁞ :: ✧ During lessons, he'd think of you. Especially during sword-fighting lessons or music or even during studies. Half the time you roam his mind and he's quite enamoured with you. Always excited just about everyday for something in return to whatever he sent; a reply to his letters, a gift back, gloves, brooches, etc.
⁞ :: ✧ If you two are to spend time together, you're going horseback riding while he hunts, dancing at banquets, talking and silently gossiping over tea or painting one another. You might even play music instruments for him if you're know how to.
⁞ :: ✧ Makes sure, that in no way, shape or form does a Black Agriche ever finds you or interacts with you. He does not trusts them and knows how dangerous they happen to be, he's constantly feeling paranoid during banquets or if they're in attendance. He's heard of their cruelty and does not want to know if it is true or false, seeing the shape of their servants. It's likely the former, anyway.
⁞ :: ✧ His palms are always linger to lace with yours, while he is not extremely expressive. He is a rather hopelessly romantic person who'd rather not admit that part of himself, not yet. But it tends to seep out with how much he fiddles with his leather or fabric gloves or when they're grazing your body or trying to reach for your own gloved hands.
⁞ :: ✧ He does not run warm, but he's always snuggling close to you for your warmth. His palms tightly holding onto the back of your thigh, right under your butt at the tiny curve with a hum, his lips gently kissing your lips. Making-out somehow always ends up making him doozy and sleepy. It's a secret weapon.
⁞ ✧ Cassis is more or less a very delicate lover in bed. Though, his and yours first time will be after marriage, he'd atleast try to read extensively on sexual pleasures or ask his father about it, no matter how awkward. If not his dad..? He's learning it on his own pace with you.
⁞ ✧ He loves, loves, LOVES to spend his time between your thighs. His tongue gently lapping, his head tilted to lay against your inner thigh while he ate you out, practically burying his face, his hips moving subconsciously in pleasure of your noises. He'd spend so much time, the sheets would be soaked and he probably didn't even add his finger in.
⁞ ✧ While it takes him time to catch up on things, once he does? Oh.. You'd be spoiled in bed. His large hands massaging gently at your thighs or one hand pressing down on your lower tummy while he his other hand's fingers plunged deeper and deeper while curling.
"Darling-please..come on-comeone, yeah, it's good? Yeah-louder," he whimpered, pressing his lips to your clit, his middle and ring moving faster. The wedding ring sat snug against the rim of your cunt, cold and hot at the same time.
Whimpers spilled from your mouth while your hips moved against his mouth and hand. His left hand pressed down onto your lower abdomen, "Moan louder.." he whispered, kissing before sucking hard, "louder, darling-pleasee."
You whimpered, fingers carding and tugging on his hair, making him hum into your clit, sending vibrations down your spine. Slick dripping between your thighs, between your ass onto the sheets. Cassis gently curled his fingers and pulled them out with a high-pitched 'schleek!', but his fingertips still circled your rim gently. His thumb gently moved down to your anal opening.
His thumb gently circle, before his fingers practically sink into your walls, his thumb circled deeper, making you through your head back and practically sob against your husband's sheets and pillows, "Cassiss! Mh-more-yesyesyes," you babbled out, his left hand putting more pressure and pleasure spiking through your flesh.
"I know, darling-yes, move. Yes, I know."
⁞ ✧ When he does enter, his hips tend stutter a lot which almost subconsciously make you whine louder and force you to take more inches of him. He almost can't even control his hips while he tries to silently let you adjust.
⁞ ✧ Cassis may act and be rather silent and non-expressive, but his body can't help how vocal he gets when he's having sex. High-pitched whines and moans and whiny breathes while he throws his head back, his hips moving and cock pistoning in and out as if he had no control over it because of how pleasurable it was.
⁞ ✧ His pull-out game is so-so. He can pull out to cum on your tits or tummy or ass or thighs. His favourite is your thighs, but if you ask him with a breathy moan, "inside, pl-please?" He'd let out a loud whine, despite his teeth biting down on his lips so hard to keep his voice quiet, he breaks skin and cumming ight then and there inside you, filling you and making you ride out your high prematurely.
⁞ ✧ Sometimes, he just doesn't realise how much of a silent-sub he actually is. You'd be straddling him, riding gently. His silver hair gently splayed like a halo over his pillow, hands gently palming at your tits while you moaned with a soft grin while he whimpered, riding him gently, his throat squeezing occasionally, "good job, papa. So goo-good for me, hm?" you hummed, one hand gently spread on his chest, the other holding his throat and occasionally squeezing.
⁞ ✧ Giving him oral is a slightly more rare occasion, he'd think he's not deserving of pleasure if you're also not receiving it. But he almost can't find it in him to say anything when you take his cock in your mouth, gently stroking his thigh or scratching down. You look like you get pleasure from sucking him off and he can't seem to stop you when you let out a whiny and breathy, 'pleasee?' after pulling off him with an audible 'pop!'
Hello! Can I invite a yandere family agriche with a reader with the personality of Helaena Targaryen. She's the youngest in the family. I imagine Iant saying I don't have favorite children, but she has a giant picture of the reader, please.
Yandere! Agriches X Helaena Targaryen-like!Reader HCs
WARNINGS: I do not know Helaena Targaryen a lot, so I'm just taking her personality as described by the wiki at face value. Reader basically loves bugs and collecting them and preserving them, is usually very weird and cryptic speaking and more or less slightly autistic-coded. Simple Yanderes. Not too graphic. Just simple headcanons, actually. Mentions of bullying, murder and torture and harvesting of blood. But very minute. Also bug collection. Child abuse. Threatening.
GENRE: Fluff || Headcanons
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you so much for this request! I'm so sorry this is all so late.
☘︎ You were born to Lant at the very last. Smallest of the bunch and the most eccentric too, your mother loved you dearly and your father..? Well—Lante adored you more than anything this universe had to offer, though he'd deny it at every turn. You somehow were born to become your family's most darling.
☘︎ You'd grown up bright and giggling, liking bugs and speaking weirdly. Lante wouldn't mind a second of it, carrying you which should not be allowed to be as gentle as it was by a man who pours and spills so much blood for the sake of the violence. He'd bounce you, attempting you illicit small giggles from you and did not even try to smoke around the hour before and after and during the entirety of handling you! Any nanny or servant who cares for you would have to be constantly searched by Agriches, anything they deem wrong. They are tortured and eventually killed, no matter how innocent they are.
☘︎ You were practically Lante's favourite, he'd make sure you never had to cry, especially from siblings of other other wives or any maids or anything. Anyone who dares has never felt torture quite like from Black Agriche's own hands', Lante Agriche, unlike some of his children, thrives and LOVES screams and pain and torture of others.
☘︎ A nanny who made you cry from how strict she was, a sibling who teased you too much. You don't see them again, only your father uncharacteristically visiting your mother all to pick you in his arms, smelling of lavender he specifically has begun to get rubbed on his clothes to hide the cigar smell an hour before seeing you. But his clothes soaked in blood, metallic. He'd rock you, kiss your forehead, pick off your 'darling' bugs which, in his eyes, are pests all the same all while letting you buy anything you want.
☘︎ This was not talking about how you were practically adored by your siblings, Roxanna has never seen a cuter thing, even with the bugs and insects! Roxanna would always hold you in her lap during dinner, feeding you from her plate and sometimes while you slept, she'd prick your finger to collect your blood for her butterflies.
☘︎ And since Roxanna got close, eventually you met Jeremy. Roxanna, unfortunately, left for some work leaving you in Jeremy's company. but Jeremy seemingly adored you, he loved carrying you around and trying to decode your language has become his new hobby.
☘︎ Jeremy even grabs caterpillars, cockroaches or anything he finds and captures them in solutions to gift them to you for the fun of it, sometimes he'll bring the most heinous ones to see if he can scare you. He always sits beside you to watch you preserve your bugs carefully.
☘︎ If he ever sees any child aside from him around you, he'd bully them so hard. To the point they'd never even want to around you. Eventually Jeremy would hold you in his arms, coaxing you to be quiet while you cried over your friends leaving you.
☘︎ Speaking of preserving, the Agriche family has a large column-museum styled room just for your preserved bugs and artifacts. Anything you want, Lant gets it for you as your dad. Your siblings all watch and Charlotte is not allowed to break any of them in anger towards you.
☘︎ Charlotte tries to be her best to be kinder to you, to control her anger. She lets you hold her hand and get up in her personal space and business and speaks up for you if you ever find it difficult to navigate a social situation. Always holding you around and dragging you everywhere.
☘︎ Charlotte would always comb your hair or attempt to atleast. No other sibling aside from her is worth your attention. On more occasions than once has she beaten the children of some servants to brink of unconsciousness because you were nice to them. How dare they!? Only she was supposed to be that close to you!
☘︎ Then there is Griselda. Griselda always listens to you talk about your bugs or your cryptic way of talking has become her new favourite thing in this house. One of the only things she finds amusing or even worthy to love in this house if you, she'd never deny you anything you want. You can always waddle upto her for clothes, dresses or advice. She'd even help you out during your Agriche exam, even if it's not important because it does not matter if you pass or fail. Lante would never let anyone lay a hand on you anyway.
☘︎ Fontaine..Well..There isn't much to say about Fontaine. You saw him often, but never close enough. Roxanna NEVER let you close to him, neither did Griselda. Dion, since he always was breathing down your neck, also never let you close. Roxanna silently walked through rumours to tell Lant that Fontaine liked her incestously, so eventually Lant forbid Fontaine to see you, even going as far as threatening him physically if it meant he'd stay away.
☘︎ But of-course, on top of the pyramid stood Dion. Dion..Gods, how would anyone describe his relationship with you? You met Dion because Maria would always be coaxing you to join her, Sierra and her 'dolls' to tea-parties, even if you were scared of them and stuck close to Sierra most of the time to also comfort the fourth wife. You met Dion through the tea parties where Maria decided to force her son to attend, as a sadistic punishment.
☘︎ You and Dion, quite distanced, he tends to care for you, as much as he can, of-course. Though he does think you're too damn soft for your own good like your dad. They don't make you kill and it doesn't matter to them, you're just all the more proving that you need your family's protection. You're so kind, you even feed all their 'toys' and clean them and heal them.
☘︎ Sierra tends to only feel calm around you because of how kind you are. No one is that nice. Roxanna and Jeremy always stick around you, pushing Dion away because he sometimes tries to make you cry by doing petty stuff, so get reactions out. Though he stops because he realises you crying hurts his own feelings and makes him feel bad.
☘︎ Lant would have no problem locking you up for days, you can't be away from him. No..He won't allow it, he wouldn't even arrange marriage for you, you have to stay home and serve your father, don't you? First time Roxanna agrees with Lant, she has on more than one occasion poisoned people if they're too close to you.
☘︎ Dion would always want you to be the one to welcome him into the manor, if he sees it's not you welcoming him in. He'll murder the person currently closest to you to get your attention back on him, you've learnt to be at the doorway occasionally now just to not have your personal servants or mother and siblings hurt.
Heyoooo!! Your Aurelia's back at it again with a new announcement!!
I'm re-opening my account's requests again with finally getting the energy to start writing again.
I'm doing pretty well this year with writing within a good time frame and let us all hope CLOSELY to continue doing so well as time goes on!
I'm also starting to re-write and get to my old requests, believe it or not. Some requests happen to be over a year old, and I'm so sorry for neglecting them. I will continue to be consistent and do my very best.
I hope you all can forgive me for ignoring and not finishing my requests on time or within a good enough time frame. But, I'm starting to get energy again and open my inbox again for everyone!!
My management shall inform you if anything changes anytime soon!!
I just finished a (still ongoing) new manhwa!! The Villainess Refuses to Flirt With the Male Lead is beautiful, set in a ancient Chinese school setting. The female lead is a transmigratory PE teacher who wishes for all the characters to end up living happily and being good.
Including the four OG male leads and the young female lead. Once she ends up in the boyd of the villainess, a child killing, demonic woman professor, Hong Chi but as a child. She takes it upon herself to break the plot to not end up dying at the stake. She changes things and when the time of the og story finally starts, it ends up being different.
Yet, as plans have it, of-course it won't be easy. The plot is forced upon the characters to act it out and no matter what most cannot escape from the scene.
Overall, I find it DELIGHTFUL. It starts off as pretty trashy and icky with hints of grooming, but the dynamic are VASTLY different from what we first assume them to be like. I sound INSANE, but there isn't actually any grooming at all when you learn about everything piecing together. Not to mention, the artstyle is BEAUTIFUL.
Unfortunately, due to mis-translation and low quality translations, it turns out to be quite the 'weird' manhwa which plays in the incest troupe. I read the original one in the original language and translates it HEAVILY using google and other resources.
Though you can read it on regular manhwa sites too, though I cannot say it will not cringe you out and weird you out because there are stale bits of..dialogue and mother-son relationship initially.
Oh my god? You write for Miss-not so sidekick??! It's one of my favourites and earliest reads. I had such a crush on Arwen and prayed for him to be the male lead. I 100% ship Arwen and Latte, so is it possible to get a poly scenario or headcannon? I've read your rules and haven't seen if it's allowed, if not maybe a classic rivalry between the two as they try to court the reader? Oh, and to make it more intense, I was thinking about a reader who's like Ibellin's sidekick or lady in waiting. Someone trapped in her shadows, and makes it more obvious to others about her whole shtick around being kind and her fishery.
Poly! Latte & Arwin HCs
WARNINGS: Poly! Relationship. A few NSFW headcanons at the very bottom. Arwin is a weirdo with a list, sex positions alphabetised. Free use kink. MDNI.
GENRE: Fluff-Smut || Headcanons
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you SOOO MUCH FOR REQUESTING! This brought me back to Miss-not-so-Sidekick. I forgot how perfect and how much of a red-flag Arwin was!!
𑣲 You were Ibelin's lady-in-waiting, Latte remembers when she read the story. You had been her great defender and friend and eventually supporter, even in her ventures with the three male leads and against Peridot, so Latte had been extremely excited to meet you.
𑣲 Except things don't tend to go the way it did, Ibelin was more or less–subdued? Is that the word? She was just very much permissive. You were more or less like a very annoyed co-worker to her, instead of the big supporter the novel made you out to be. You trailed behind her, but kept distance from any drama or love stories she brought with her. That intrigued her, but not only her. Also a certain master of the tower.
𑣲 Meeting you had been a pure coincidence, at a night-market. Ibelin had been pulled away by the crown prince, leaving you. Which led to you bumming around the night markets, buying the cheapest food and shit for fun, until an unruly head of blonde curls bumped into you hard. Arwin had been bothering Latte, the two in the middle of the phase of romance– "Oh, you're Ibelin's lady! Hii!" Latter spoke brightly.
𑣲 You only waved back. You looked away, barely making eye contact with Arwin, not because you were scared. Rather just not as much bothering yourself with men Ibelin clearly had her own eyes upon, you weren't going to involve yourself with such men. That's what made him frustrated and intrigued.
𑣲 Latter and Arwin had spent a few weeks just skirting around, until Latte blurted it out and they both decided to pursue you, together. Arwin would play with you like he does with Latt, eliciting reactions and being sweet while Latt would be far more affectionate, hugging your arms, bringing you tiny trinkets, making you popcorn of any flavour you want.
𑣲 The way you entered their relationship was more or less Latte and Arwin team-tagging you with threats and love, "You join us, or i might just have to blow your head–", "–WITH how much we'll love you!", "Yeah, so be with us." and you choose to be alive.
𑣲 Do things barrel downhill after that? Eh—debatable. Arwin is more or less a weirdly romantic guy, he brings you flowers and dances with you. Often letting you escape Ibelin if you ever want to. Latte, on the other hand, is always willing to make you laugh and speak about her life in the modern world, if you pry enough.
𑣲 Arwin and Latte are both individuals who no matter how opposite they seem, are quite frankly, equal assholes. They both LOVE to shove their cold bodies against your warm one especially on an already cold night. Arwin gently holds you down, hooking his long legs over yours and then Latte's hip. Latte, on the other hand, she practically leeches to you. She tends to hug in her sleep.
𑣲 Mostly, all the mages in the tower likely know you by name. If you're around Arwin and Latte, you're practically their third master or mistress and they aren't taking any chances, already attempting to butter you up to get in your good graces.
𑣲 Arwin gifts you enchanted or magicked brooches he spent a night or so on. Like Latte's ring, you can use those jewelleries for different purposes or they're just pretty and he wants to show off his wealth and how well he can treat you.
𑣲 Of-course, he's constantly listening in on your words. You have to learn to not speak negatively about things, trying to be positive. Any sort of negative feelings regarding any subject, item or thing and Arwin tends to practically obliterate the said subject, item or thing from core existence. Happened once with a pole you bumped into.
𑣲 Latte still finds and feels scorching sparks whenever she walks by the place, as if they recognise the mistress of the mage who killed the thing from above it. You have tried on multiple occasions to speak as indirectly about things you hate or want to vent about as possible.
𑣲 Obviously you're allowed to use Arcane Tower's products as much as you want. More times than not though, Arwin doesn't like you taking the scrolls. Still believe they're useless. Latte agrees after her last experience with Peridot changing them.
𑣲 Speaking of Latte, since being the Master. Arwin might be more than busy, hence most hours of day are spent with Latte. Even if early morning and night 'routines' are spent with both. Latte is always around, kissing your cheeks, telling you gossip and once even spent hours making you your very own Cookie! Cookie has a spouse too, it's name is Pookie (also Latte's naming skills).
𑣲 Whenever Latte works on any piece of writing, be it bimor or anything else. She lets you read it first and almost always the lead is inspired by you. She thinks of you while writing it and the character's love-interest is obviously inspired by both of them.
𑣲 Arwin is always on the verge of killing off Ibelin whenever you have to return to work as her lady-in-waiting. Likely half a year or so in the relationship, he'd be the one to make you quit it so you could be the third tyrant of the Arcane Tower. Latte tries to oppose him, saying just because they both have problems against Ibelin doesn't mean you have to lose your job, but silently..? She agrees. She's possessive, sadly.
𑣲 Neither one likes it when you spend a little too much time with either the Cutie Club of the Mages or Ibelin. Especially later on in your relationship. Neither likes being away and clearly, they'd much rather you stay stuffed and squished between them and their annoying and provoking bantering. One of these days you'd use the 'meteor' spell on these two. Though you have no doubt your husband would have no problem saving everything.
𑣲 You, Latte and Arwin have a nighttime 'routine', which is a more..proper way to say you have sex every night before bed. Arwin has a list of positions and his ass does not budge from his list, everything has to go in alphabetical order. Latte is not surprised. When either you or Latte stay away, he adds another. You think it's stupid, he thinks it's orderly. Latte is just busy oogling both of you, you both are the hottest creatures in this universe, after all.
𑣲 But on top of it. Arwin has one privilege, you get you use him anytime and anywhere you want. Being a master has it's perks of being able to misuse magic to let you and Latte use him anyway either of you want, anywhere you want, anytime you want. Invisibility spells and silencing spells have become the most prominent uses of magic Arwin does on a daily basis.. T-T
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I haven't read 'Closet fan princess' or 'I'll be matriarch in this life', so I cannot unfortunately write for them. But I can write for Caelus, so this post is solely for him.
GENRE: Smut || Drabble
WARNINGS: Era typical ideals of marriage. I only did fingering, no idea what to do after it. So we're stuck here. OOC? Fingering. Spitting. Edging (slightly). Crying. Mentions of murder. Divorce. Pussy-eating/eating out. Oral (f receiving). Cowgirl. Initially reader isn't sure, but she ends up matching his freak in a way...? Tell me if I missed something.
Hi i hope your doing well .your yandere caelus was so good😍 Would you please do a yandere caelus ( from for my derelict favorite ) and yandere kylo (from the closet fan princess) and yandere clerivan pellet (ill be matriarch in this life) x wife reader (sepeeately)? Like reader thinks they (the boys) love someone else and suggest divorce (please make it suggestive scenario or smut ) ? Thank you❤
For one, a life as a noble is never easy. Never easy. Love is difficult to find and even when you do? You have to be strong and resilient for the love to last. You hoped that would be the same one occurring to you, considering your marriage was arranged to Marquis of Vrandt, Caelus.
Beautiful, cold and gentle. He had only divorced his recent wife, Lady Hestia. Apparently since their marriage had been a contract, he had no problem getting out the marriage and marrying you. You were everything good in a lady. Arranged marriage is more or less the direction nobles take for alliances and love is secondary.
But you hoped for love to blossom. Was it naïve to think so? Yes. But at the very least, civility was something you knew you deserved. Caelus was more or less absent from the marriage, while he was loving the certain days you spent together.
There were rules for you, Uros implemented them while lovingly but also firmly:
1) Do not go out without at the very least few bodyguards.
2) Do not spend time with people unless absolutely necessary.
and yada and yada and yada.
You were practically cooped up and you knew why: he was spending time with his ex-wife, Hestia. He still loved her. You knew it. Whenever you mentioned why Caelus kept getting her portraits switched with yours, Uros didn't say anything except mumbling about 'his grace loves you, do not fret'
You never mentioned Hestia, after her and Caelus' divorce. She was practically vanished and you figured it hurt his feelings that she left without a word. It's practically neglecting you and you were isolated, like he couldn't bare to look at you.
And you two hadn't even consummated the marriage..
When he did visit you?
His face seemed rather red, like he was containing to blowing up on you or something, his hand never strayed close to you and he only ever 'hummed'. Yet his eyes would bore into you as if hoping for you to make a mistake so he'd have some reason to leave.. That was entirely how it was.
But his reaction right now? No..You hadn't expected that.
Your hand held onto the divorce papers you had attempted to hand over, not only to free yourself from the utter isolation and neglect, but also to let him have his ex-wife, Hestia yet again.
"No." Caelus' voice cracked, his face crumpled uncharacterically expressive of disgust, panic and worry. You paused, your heel clicking as you took a step back, "..Excuse me?"
"You're not divorcing me," Caelus said, his hands held the other edge of the desk, his knuckles whitening, so much so you worried his skin of his knuckles would tear. His palms reddenning, "You're never divorcing me. You're not supposed to!"
His voice slightly high-pitched and panicked, almost too expressive from the man you'd come to know as your husband, The Marquis of Vrandt. His lavender eyes blown wide as he quickly walked around the table to get close. His palms reached out, but stopped as you clutched the divorce documents tighter.
"Do not worry for me, my grace. I shall be fine–I know you like Lady Hestia and miss her and–", "Who told you that?"
You blinked a little, confused and a bit more nervous. Your teeth gently catching your lip and biting down gently to ground yourself, chewing the skin of your lips.
His eyes stared you up and down, like he was still scanning for something. His brows furrowed like he couldn't believe you wanted to divorce him, his hands reached out, gently placing themselves on your shoulders, "You–please. Don't leave–I don't want Hestia. Never did. I haven't seen her since we married!"
"But–"
"No! I promise, just–" he sighed, pushing back his hair, hands sliding from your shoulder to your waist as he grabbed the divorce papers. You gently sighed out, "It's not like that! I want whatever you wish from me, you can be happy with Hestia!"
"I DON'T WANT HESTIA!" Caelus' voice rang loud as you flinched, stumbling back but nothing occurred as his grip around your waist tightened. Fingers digging in the flesh under your dress. Caelus sighed out, his face going back to that icy coldly beautiful face he adorned.
"You can't leave me–I shall not accept this divorce." he whispered, taking a step back while he held the papers. His hands held them, looking down before back at you and then–
"You won't leave me, I'll make sure of it." he whispered, tearing the papers in half before again. The tears biting the paper into smaller and smaller pieces. Your eyes and face winced a little when he sighed out, "I'm sorry.."
He didn't sound remorseful. You gritted your teeth, hoping to keep your voice silent. If you had to be insolent to get the divorce, so be it.
"Oh please! You haven't even consummated this damn marriage. You don't care for me. I haven't LEFT my room in the months we've married, not to mention how your cooped me up here like a damn pet!" You sucked in a breathe, hoping you weren't going too far.
But your mouth spoke before your brain, "You and I know both know you missed hestia. You've been having affairs, I KNOW IT!" you sighed, stomping your foot almost petulantly, pushing his papers off his desk.
"She is likely living somewhere you paid for her to live in, that's why she suddenly vanished and another marriage for her isn't heard of!" You banged your palms down, feeling the sting of the hit against the mahogany wood. Caelus' eyes softened and filled with worry as he reached out,
"No–no! Nonono, it is nothing like that!" His hands wanted to hold, but you flinched back, swatting his hands away as he pulled them back immediately. Like an obedient dog,
"NO..I divorced her to marry you! I don't love her, i'm so sorry.." His eyes looked like that of a guilty child's, it made you feel bad but you didn't want to! You were neglected and cooped up and isolated. Why should you believe him?
But he gently lowered his eyes, his hands clasped infront, his left hand picking at the nails on his right before he looked up, eyes blinking nervously,
"I haven't consummated the marriage..that makes our matrimony invalid, does it not?" He gently took a step back. You didn't get to protest when he grabbed you by your upper arms and with almost inhuman strength, sat you down on his work desk.
He gently leaned down, getting on his knees and his hands reached to your dress' hem, "Let me, please.." he whispered. Eyes hazing and decorating you. You pushed him back, "No–who do you think you are, your grace?!"
"Please, my darling. I'll make sure you feel so good–" he whispered, his hands gently held your ankles, stroking before they moved up, pushing the dress as he kissed your ankle.
His hands moved to your knees and then up your thighs, pushing your dress and gently probing his finger against your inner thigh, "Do not–oh—" you whimpered when he practically forced them apart.
His hands very gently stroked your panties, his pointer thumbing against your panties. His thumb gently circling where he hoped the clit was.
Was that how you got here?
Hot and blood rushing to your head. Sweat beaded against your thighs and Caelus' foreheads. His tongue gently stroking your cunt, while his thumb rubbed vigorous and almost pressuring circles on your clit.
"Mphff–" you whined, trying to not grind against his face. Except it didn't work as your back arched. Your fingers digging in his long white hair and shoving his face deeper between your thighs,
"yesh-yeahyeah–mhm..Mhh, yess, good," his tongue began to move in and out, just encasing the pressure in your gut and tummy, making your thighs shake, "Good, move against me, I know–feels good. Doesn't it?" He hummed, making you whimper.
"PLE-ease, your gracee! Mhh! Faster–more more!" you whined. Caelus' gently gripped your hip, shifting you to lay back slightly—giving him more space to kiss your cunt. His palms gently stroked your thigh, until he lifted his face up. His chin and lips practically glistening with your slick. Your inner-thighs sticky and clammy as you tried to not rub them together at the sight of your husband.
Yours. All yours.
"Mhm–move against my mouth, good—" he sucks hard, your hands tightening their grip in his hair making him groan. The vibrations making you stutter as you gently pushed him deeper,
"yeah. Good, please–don't leave." he begged, licking a strip up your slit, his pointer and middle gently entering while he thumbed your clit. His mouth moving to stare up at you.
His fingers gently sinking, "I don't—hmm..mh! Hm-yeah!" he whimpered, gently palming his bulge as he kissed your clit, sucking hard, "MH! Ca-Caelus-darling, plea-yess"
Your whimpers only worked to make him hard, as he pulled back, gently turning back to thumbing and tracing circles on your clit with his thumb, while his pointer and middle gently sunk deeper. His other hand pushing down your thigh.
I don't love Hestia–please. Believe me." He whispered, eyes pooling with overwhelming tears. You were so pretty, face and ears flush and body hot. Everything burning as you tried to chase pleasure. He only witheld it, you looked too cute for your own good.
His fingers gently pulled out, before sinking back in. Curling to nudge the spot and hit it with brutal and concise precision. His fingers moved faster, his lips capturing yours. The slick covering his lips, sticky against your own. His tongue gently grazing the teeth and your own.
Groaning at the taste of you, he pushed you back gently, pressing his hand on your lower belly. Fingers moving faster, the slick slightly spraying out while he leaned down to capture your clit between his lips against. Suckling hard or rolling it between his grazing teeth and gentle lips.
Your back arched, twitching making you whine, pleasure making you freeze in lamping your thighs together. His fingers somehow speeding up when you whined loudly, feet gently kicking out in subconscious protest.
"Yes? Good, right? I know–I'm sorry," Caelus whispered while his lips still kissed your folds and clit. His fingers curling deeper and tighter. "I'm sorry I took so damn long. I should've—I should've known."
"Your grace–"
"Caelus." Caelus corrected softly, sucking harder and pushing your thighs apart against gently. Sweat causing his pale skin to shine and his white hair to stick to his forehead and nape, eyes glowing and lower part of his face covered in spit and slick. "Please..don't–don't push me away. Call me by my name."
"Cael–" Your words cut off—whines escaping loudly—when his fingers gently plunged deeper, massaging into you g-spot. Caelus gently hummed in approval, "yesshh, like that," he whispered against your clit, sending vibrations down your clit and tail-bone upto your spine.
Goosebumps swallowing the surface of your skin at the pleasure when he hummed louder, moaning when you tugged harder on his hair. "Like th–tha-thaat! Ye–yes!" you whimpered, hips twitching and stuttering.
He smiled, gently pulling his fingers out. Thin strings of saliva and slick connecting to his long fingers, wanting to pull them back.Your walls squeezing and clamping as if upset at the loss of contact and your back arching when the pleasure faded. His fingers gently moved at your folds, around your cunt and teasing.
Tantalising in the way you had no idea if he'd push it in or no, occasionally slipping past the rim, but only a millimeter of his fingers or so to stretch you a little and hear your pretty whines and moans.
Caelus hummed, gently lowering close and watching your walls clamp, "Please-darling—Caelus. Pleasee, just–" you sucked in a breath when you felt his cool but warm breathe on your cunt, making you even more impatient, "Put your fingers–fingers in again!"
Caelus smiled, gently kissing your inner thigh before laying his cheek against your plushy thigh. Watching and admiring your cunt, before he sighed. His cock hard and painful with how much he wanted you on his cock. To stretch you, keep you warming him and make you ride him at your own pace!
He sighed, gently kissing your thighs, lining them as you whimpering. Thighs and hips twitching subconsciously, until he pressed a gently kiss against your clit and folds, "Pretty girl. Mine–" before he spit on it. His saliva warmer than you expected, making you groan out.
"I don't want you worrying about Hestia. She–" He sighed, gently pushing his fingers in before pulling all the way out and plunging them deep to his knuckles. You almost screamed at the pleasure, your thighs hooking up on his own while Caelus smiled.
He was gently placing his hand from your thigh to the back of it, around your hip to keep you close to the edge of his office desk, "She was only a contract marriage. Only for a while–" he said, as if to convince you, "I divorced her to marry you! I've replaced her portraits with yours too!"
Caelus' fingers began moving in and out, rougher and curling deeper, trying to pull you to the edge. Rougher, deeper, faster, stronger. He sighed out, until you whined out—
"Please–I need it!" He immediately dove his head against your clit, his fingers moving faster. Plunging deep, making your tummy tighten. His free hand travelled up, gently teasing your stockings before upto your lower tummy. And he pressed down on your tummy.
The pleasure made your hips stutter as you lifted them, but unable to grind with Caelus pushing down on your tummy and hips if you moved them, "Caeell," you whimpered. Caelus nodded, "mhm, yes. My darling, call my name."
His face buried as he slurped loudly, his licks covering your slicked cunt and inner-most thighs with saliva and juices, soft hums and whines as if he got pleasure from just eating you out. Your stomach tightening and a blunt pain of pleasure rising stronger, the pressure on your bladder.
Your hips twitched. His fingers curled in, not moving out. Only curling and uncurling to press into the gummy spot, the point of your G-spot and somehow deeper.
His voice spoke, whiny but desperate and as if expecting praise, "I told Hestia I wanted a divorce. Don't think about her!" His fingers moved as you whimpered out, "i'–I'm cummin–yesyesyes!"
"Come on, darling. A little more," he whispered, his fingers faster. Your were moving to the edge, "Hestia won't come back and I don't want her. Anyways–" His fingers moved faster, his lips wrapping around your clit.
"I got Hestia killed."
And he sucked hard. The orgasm washed over you like you had never expected it. It overwhelmed oyu to the point you had tears in your eyes as you moved your hips against his fingers while he moved them to help you through your high.
Not to mention how taken aback you were from the new of blatant murder. It was of surprise Caelus of Vrandt was a man of devotion. He had killed a family for the crown princess, but you. Oh you..
You were his TRUE love. Hestia wouldn't have kept him from you anyway. It was just an extra security step for your assurance.
You whimpered when you get down, panting heavily. Eyes shut to gather your body, still twitching and out of control like a liquid for you. You heard soft sounds of shoes when Caelus stood up. The fabric of his pants felt up against your thighs and you felt Caelus gently move his free hand, still clean from your stomach.
Then he pries it under your head and nape, gently lifting. His hand, still covered in your essence as you gently licked them clean. Groaning and his hips subconsciously against your thighs and the desk, before he gently leaned down and captured you in a kiss. The taste of your slick and cum still heavy on his tongue, his hips—for the lack of a better word—humping your thighs like a fucking dog.
He killed someone..He killed Lady Hestia! You couldn't believe your bones freezing and yet somehow the arousal in you heightened. Higher. You wanted more. You needed more devotional acts from your husband.
You gently felt him help you sit up, still kissing you with his tongue practically sucking yours. His hips humping your thighs and the desk for some form of relief. His hand behind your head and nape gently pushed you more into the kiss as you sighed out.
His other, wet hand—surprisingly—was gently tugging on the hem of the dress, which had been pushed a bit above your waist for access while he was between your thighs. But you grabbed his hand to stop him before he could pull your dress down. His froze in the kiss, before pulling away.
His cheeked reddening and sweat beading, but he was so desperate. He didn't mind you not giving him your cunt. Ever. But..Please–he couldn't handle it! Couldn't handle how your hands were stopping him from pulling your dress down bare. Other hand gently tugging on his belt, freeing his cock before he realised you did it.
More busy just gawking at your pretty face, until you tugged on his cock, stroking it and gently pulling Caelus right against you. Cock against your lower lips, grinding as he whimpered, leaning his chin down to bite on your shoulders gently. Sucking hickeys.
His hand gently lining himself up before pushing it in with a biig streetch. Gods, you drove him insane. Literally. Even with the way you demanded your needs be fulfilled silently. Caelus didn't bother or dare moving his hips until you gently pushed him out before tugging him back.
Almost using the Marquis like your personal toy. Caelus began moving his hips, smacking skin against skin with his cock soaking in your juices and his pre-cum when he moved inside your warm, wet and sopping pussy, squeezing him just perfectly. He threw his head back, whimpering as his palms gently massaged your hips while thrusting in,
"..Fuck–gods. Darling–ugh, you feel..you feel like he-heaven." he whimpered out, eyes watering as he moved his hips.Your hands pushed him against the desk, gently shifting as he pulled you against him. Sitting back on his desk while you straddled his lap, sinking back on his cock and his eyes rolled back into his skull.
You whined out, grinding your hips back against his to feel him even more, "yess, fuck..More, Caelus-more!" you hummed.
As far as Caelus was concerned? He wasn't divorced right now and he had finally not only consummated his marriage, making it valid. He was also removing every fucking thought of Hestia from your brain. Caelus worried he'd have to take more of an action against you.
He had been ready to kill people, accuse you of crimes, kidnap or even lock you up. But the way you use his cock as you rode him? The way you trailed kisses down his neck, pinching his nipples gently while grinding against him. Your hips moving expertly and slick dripping while your cunt tried to suck him back in whenever he pulled out to thrust deeper into you—shiitt.
Shit.. You had ruined him since the moment you met him and you're ruining him now with every breathy and whiny moan of, "Caelus, please-I need it..nghh-mhhh—I need you!" Who knew the best way to hold you down was to simply let you use him as you pleased?
AU where Rashta lives and remains the Empress of the East, and Sovieshu adopts Ian for random reasons
The garden of the Western Palace gleamed beneath the midday sun. White and crimson roses lined the perfumed paths, and the air swelled with the murmur of guests and the distant harmony of a violin and cello duet.
Kai wandered about with a basket slung over his shoulder. Several roses were still left to deliver, but his enthusiasm had faded ever since Lari —with a suspiciously sweet smile— convinced him to hand out hers as well, which was practically an entire bouquet compared to the single rose he had given before the blackmail.
Looking for distraction, he slipped between the hedges until something caught his attention.
A few meters away, a lady was playing with her son beside the pond. He could only see her back, bent down to pick up a ball the boy had dropped. There was something dreamlike in her aura —in the calm way she laughed, in how the air itself seemed gentler around her— that made Kai stop in his tracks.
At least, he thought, he could hand out three roses at once.
He ran toward her and, his voice trembling with excitement, called out:
—“Lady!”
The woman turned, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Kai couldn’t tell if it was her gaze or the serenity she radiated, but there was something about her that made one want to speak kindly, even without knowing her. She was the kind of “beautiful woman” who made words come out pure.
She looked like the angels from the fairytales his sister used to read—though, of course, no one could ever surpass his mother, the most important and beautiful woman in his life.
He lifted the rose solemnly.
—“A rose for the lady ”
She laughed softly, her sweetness melting away any trace of awkwardness he might have caused with his loud voice.
—“What a well-mannered boy…” she said, accepting the flower. “What’s your name?”
Kai puffed out his chest.
—“I’m the future Emperor of the West, His Highness Kai Lazlo Trovi.”
—“Really?” she asked, her eyes glimmering with nostalgia. “You’ve grown so much. When I first heard of you, you were barely the size of a toy .”
The boy looked at her with curiosity.
—“You’ve seen me before? I don’t remember you… and I’m good at remembering faces.”
Rastha smiled with faint hesitation.
—“And you, who do you think I am?”
Kai scratched his head, thinking. Before he could answer, the lady’s son ran back with the ball, clinging to his mother’s skirt and staring at Kai with open suspicion.
—“Who’s that ugly boy, Mama?”
—“I’m not ugly!” Kai shouted, his cheeks flaring red.
Rastha couldn’t hold back a light laugh, and for a moment, the air filled with petals and the echo of childhood.
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