Hold you down!
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.
© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.
Requested by Anon—
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?
© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.
