omg could u write some aglaea fluff maybe... there isnt enough content of my beautiful wife -🎐
I AGREE I AGREE there’s not enough content for aglaea!! she needs more fans PLEASEEEEE
under those sanctified skies
cw: no warnings 💭
a/n: this is so cute, shorter works are gonna be posted leading up to one big thing ☺️ also this is kinda based on how horribly i sleep in the summer bc it easily reaches above 100F May-November😕
The summery nights in Okhema were undoubtedly much cooler than the tepidly warm days. As the heat seeped away from your skin and into the cooled sheets of your shared bed you turned over to face your wife. Aglaea’s eyes fluttered open when your breath caressed her skin in the moonlight.
Nothing in the world could compare to the soft look in your eyes, how you gazed at her with such tenderness that she felt the strings of affection tightened around her heart. “I’ve never known you to be so soft, Gold Weaver,” it’s a tease from lightheartedness but Aglaea clicks her tongur in annoyance anyways. “You’re so pretty, my love. How do you manage to be so beautiful, I don’t get it.”
A balmy breeze floats through the open window and you nearly sighed in relief as the air cooled your tacky skin. Whispers on the wind ran over your skin like the silk strings from her fingers, it lulled you to a near sleeping state again but you woke up after you heard her chuckle of amusement. “Does sleep ail you, darling?”
A tired nod and over-exaggerated yawn, “Mayhaps, my love, I seem to feel most comfortable around you.” Aglaea nodded slowly, processing your words quietly.
“I see, and is that supposed to be something thought about negatively?” A dangerous question indeed. Her words coaxing your sleep-addled brain to start working again. Her blue eyes watched you shake your head as your eyes fluttered to a close one last time for the night.
You were finally fast asleep after hours of tossing and turning in the bed, and while it did keep Aglaea up, she was more than happy to help you fall back asleep regardless of her own health.
cw: suggestive material, not proofread (but what of my writing is?), allusions to previous sexual experiences, teasing that becomes something akin to foreplay
a/n: my brain saw that request and instantly jumped into overdrive. last piece from my event, please enjoy!
It all started from the moment that Aglaea saw you wrap her golden threads around your wrists. Her mind essentially had blue-screened and filtered out all sound that wasn’t her own labored breathing. The silence in the garden began to settle into her nerves and wrap around the very essence of her gilded soul.
Images of you wrapped in her gold began to flow through her, warming up her heart and sending blood rushing into her system. She felt her pulse begin to flutter, blue eyes tracing your figure that was lounging on the benches in the garden. Aglaea’s eyes observe how the light filters through the trees and casts a halo around you.
It was a serene moment before you spoke up, “Aglaea, my darling Gold Weaver, is there something occupying your mind?” The silence fractures ever so gently, falling into pieces around you both.
Aglaea pauses, breathing in the summery air of Okhema with a smile, “I’m just admiring you, my dear.” She loves to watch you sit in the soft winds silently, absorbing the world around you. “You’d look tantalizing in my colors, you know?”
You give her a knowing smile, tilting your head to the side coyly, “I know, we’ve experimented with that thought process before, remember?” Yes, she does remember, all too well.
How your skin glistened with sweat as her threads tightened around your arms. Aglaea tortured your senses to the point of nearly shattering your brain. She also very vividly remembers the way your back arched into her touch, twitching and shaking from hours of suspension from golden ropes.
“You’re doing that thinking face again, the one where your face gets all stern.” Your words awaken something in her. She watches you stand from your downed position on the cushioned bench, sauntering towards your wife haughtily, “I wouldn’t be opposed to doing such a thing.. like that night once more.”
content included: eating pussy in public(ish), overstimulation, biting, wanting to have your wife’s pussy on your face so bad it pains you
her hips pushed downwards into your face, aglaea's hands threaded themselves within your hair. you could feel her golden strings winding around your arms and neck in a lover's embrace, all you could focus on was how your airflow was gradually becoming less and less with every passing moment.
"darling look at me," she cooed at you, her strings forced you to gaze into her lust-addled eyes. "there's my pretty girl. did i say you could stop eating?" at her words you started sucking on her clit again. aglaea's thighs trembled against your ears when she ground down again on your nose- a shudder visibly ran up her spine when you lightly bit on the skin of her upper thigh.
the grip from her strings reached an all time high as she came on your face. aglaea squeezed your head between her muscular thighs with all the strength that a woman starved of touch could. as she slowly, and shakily released your head from her cunt the rushing sounds of bathwater entered your ears again.
"aglaea, baby? can i please go again? fuck, i already miss your taste." your nails begun digging into her skin, your arms already aching to hold her heavenly scent against your mouth. aglaea rolled her eyes with a knowing smile as she lifted herself up from your face slightly.
golden eyes met your own with a fierceness of battling lust, the muscles in your arms flexed as you dragged the chrysos heir's pussy back onto your mouth. no amount of power could drag you away from how divinely she tasted, from how heavenly her moans were in your ears.
a stupidly wonderful combination of overstimulation and exhaustion began to creep into aglaea's muscles, you'd been torturing your wife for close to two hours at this point. she'd only been gone from your embrace to complete her duties with anaxa and phainon earlier that day but it was more than enough to make you miss her touch.
"my love, let me go." a barely audible whimper fell from her drooling lips, she was bitten and covered in hickies. you watched with predatory eyes as her eyes fluttered shut in borderline pain, with a moan of relief she finally set herself onto your lips again.
