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royal!gn!reader x duchess!acheron thoughts tyvm mdni

im sorry to all the royal!readers in this kingdom who'll have to swallow their pride during their arranged marriage with duchess!acheron... actually i'm not that sorry because it isn't that bad.

the wedding is grand and symbolic being its a crucial union of the royal family and acheron's. you get almost everything you dreamed of being at your wedding, but still, your displeasure is palpable at the fact that you did not choose this, and acheron is more than aware of your reluctance to marry her. unfortunately for you, the matter is similarly out of her hands to make any decisions about beyond how its arranged, so she swears to herself to make do otherwise.

as the gentlewoman she is, she provides you with as much space as you require. well, after the customary and obligatory wedding night that still manages to leave you flushed every time you think about it. no matter how much you hate to admit it, acheron handled your body with care and expertise so much so, that your cries had sparked rumours of a happy marriage early into your union.

those rumours crumbled away easily soon after thanks to your and acheron's lack of contact. acheron is a duchess, after all, and she's one of the busiest women of the empire. she often spends her time holed up in her office or out on the field protecting her land and subjugating beasts. but don't be absurd, she can most definitely carve out time for you. even if she couldn't, she'd make it happen. her absence was merely out of courtesy for wedding you against your will, and she's much more keen upon letting you live a luxurious life without her smothering you with her presence.

though the only time she ever appears with you is during public events, acheron is not the woman to leave you unattended. she hires you a competent staff of maids (that often report back on your doings to sate her curiosity... dont judge, it keeps her sane under her piles and piles of work), sends opulent gifts at least thrice a week, and has the chefs prepare your favourite meals that just so happen to be arranged whenever your craving it. with how you comment to your maids about how dinner was just what you were craving, acheron openly assumes that she might have a sixth sense when it comes to you, and she uses it wisely.

as such, its inevitable that you begin to miss her. you hate your heart dearly for this fact and busy yourself with the luxuries she provides you with, but its never enough, and your royal pride would never allow you to admit it. acheron knows this fact and is well aware of your needs the minute you start spending more than usual (which is already an egregious amount). she wholly promised her coffers would never run dry, and that rings true even so, but she knows your habits well enough.

and right now? you're throwing a fit. it's not unusual, but this one is lasting, and your maids continuously report your short fuse and your constant displeasure with just about everything. as much as she loves you, acheron is the lord of this land along with being the lord of her people. when your frustration and snappiness with your staff doesn't blow over like it usually does, acheron determines her rightful role as your wife: the only one able to extinguish your anger. she's quick to make her way to your chambers with confident, sweeping, almost eager strides.

nsfw below the cut... its a little dubcon icl

"is this what you needed?" acheron breathed into your ear, only serving for it to grow even hotter under the rumble of her voice. "throwing a fit just to capture my attention? what a needy little spouse you are."

pleasure bloomed warmly from your crotch before it crawled up to the centre of your your chest, pulling your back up off the mattress in a desperate attempt of releasing itself from your body.

acheron's violet eyes bore into yours, unmoving and entirely captured. she only ever took on this level of focus when working, but never was it paired with her current heavy breathing and the flush dancing across her cheeks. only now did she have her bang tucked behind her ear to watch you fully, and she licked her lips at the sight of your hazy eyes taking in her features, watching your gaze drop to her mouth soon after.

she ground her heel into your clothed arousal once again and a moan burst free from your throat.

"n-no," you seethed through gritted teeth. it was a flimsy rebuttal, wavering with the shake of your throat as you fought each and every moan that tried so desperately to crawl free its way free. "that's not why—"

her hand pushed further, just the way you liked, and you broke as one of your hands shot down to clamp around her wrist.

she didn't even need to cut you off when you were busy shutting yourself up with your own whines and whimpers. she only watched and listened, cooing down at you as if to correct you for being a difficult little thing for her to correct. you held on tight while your free hand clawed viciously at her clothes in useless retaliation.

like clockwork, acheron's looming form enveloped you a moment after, acting as if your scratches were an embrace to pull her even closer. you burned with rage and a heat you would rather not identify at her vain assumption, letting out a weak scoff as she nuzzled into you like you were the the last thing in the world.

what followed were wet kisses, each laid along your cheek before being followed by a path down the side of your throat as if the skin there was hers to claim. you were fed up with her... weren't you?

"stop." you pushed at her shoulders with little force, and it read more like reluctant pawing when your head traitorously bared more skin for her to take between her teeth. your whines doubled beneath her lavishing of your neck as her tongue slid a slick trail along the salty skin.

"stop? i'm barely even moving, love," she assured. you could feel a small grin stretching across her face before she sucked another mark into your neck.

you flushed with humiliation when you realized.

her heel had ground to a stop a while ago, simply pressing into you. it was you yourself who was humping desperately into her hand, chasing the delicious friction that only your wife could provide. your hips stuttered in their motion, but they did not stop, and you moaned at her chuckle against your skin.

"this is what you needed, hm? more than the gifts and the nice meals, wasn't it?" she murmured, dragging her lips to press against your own. they were just as soft as they were on your wedding day, the only difference was the way her tongue laved hungrily against yours.

your mouths remained tethered to one another as acheron parted the kiss, neither one of you entirely willing to pull away.

"i'll give it to you, love. just finish on my hand, and i'll give you a world of more."

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