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Desperate Confessions

For @godscursedd ! Thank you so much for the request 💖

Word count: 1026

After Emilia had her confirmations that Wrath did indeed keep some truths from her and storms out of the protected castle she stops just for a minute to get her breath. That minute is enough for Wrath to finally gather all his courage to be open with her and stop her from leaving. Moments of honesty ensure confessions and breathless kisses.

Dark lines are words from Sh*t Blvd by Måneskin

Discovering that Wrath has been lying all along tore at Emilia’s heart. She has started to warm up to him, even wishing to be closer to him. What now? She can't just throw all the feelings away and pretend that nothing happened in hopes that Wrath would still help her find her sister’s murderer.

Slamming the castle’s door behind herself after leaving Wrath on edge and in despair, Emilia slid down to the ground and plucked the flowers from her hair. Halting for a second to let a single tear slip she gathered herself and looked over the darkening landscape. Staying here would be an awful decision, yes she would be protected from any vengeful forces but seeing Wrath’s face and knowing that he indeed was after one last soul… It felt like one more heartless betrayal in the chain of awful situations from the past weeks. Maybe Wrath felt something akin to love towards her but she’ll never know now and how could she believe that a demon princess could have any real soft emotions, so she stood to take a step away from any hopeful dreams she was leaving behind in that damned castle.

Suddenly the door behind her flew open, crashing into the wall and Wrath froze in his step, looking over Emilia with wide eyes that held too many emotions in them at once. Emilia gasped at that, she truly thought that after that outburst Wrath would hate her a little more and never come back to search for her again.

Wrath was leaning on the doorway with one hand, looking down at Emilia with desperation to say everything that was on his mind but holding back for the sake of letting her speak first, whatever angry words she’d throw at him, he could take it. His shirt was still dishevelled and his appearance made Emilia take a step back for a heartbeat and then her anger sent her forward, palm slapping against his chest and heated eyes glaring into his.

“What?! You have more to say? Want to make it hurt as a farewell?” Emilia smacked a fist into his chest now and watched Wrath shake a little at the impact. She knew he’d usually not sway even if she landed a harder blow, so she suddenly understood that he had all of his guards down for her right now.

“No,” Wrath took her clenched fists into his large palms and brought them up to kiss over Emilia’s knuckles. “Never want you to be hurt by my actions I-” Emilia’s eyebrows shoot up at his openness and she tries to tug her hands back, not ready to hear any tender words from the demon.

“Emilia, please. Let me explain everything so we could be on the same page here,” Wrath looked at her with endless hope, lowering her arms and huffing a nervous laugh at her scowl.

“You had plenty of chances to do so, yet you didn’t,” Emilia dropped the tension in her hands and her shoulders fell in defeat, clearly showing Wrath how she felt and how she wanted to stay.

“I know, I could tell you but I was scared that you would still lash out and I would lose you just as you started to open up to me.” Wrath’s words were too soft, too tender for a wicked price and Emilia closed her eyes to grasp some clarity.

“Maybe lately you began to trust me,” Wrath whispered to her, his breath fanning over Emilia’s cheek, his face coming to rest against hers and one of his hands slipped to lay on her waist in question. Emilia let her guards down completely and laid her head on Wrath’s sturdy shoulder.

“So baby, stay here. Please darling, have no fear,” he slid his hands further around Emilia’s waist, tugging her clothes and burying his face in her shoulder in return. Squeezing her once in his tight embrace he slightly swayed her from side to side, hoping to ease any remaining tension. “This is my dream, do you wanna live it?” Wrath whispered even more quietly, almost not audible but Emilia heard and gasped at his honesty.

“Yes, foolish right? A mighty demon gets summoned here and still, falls for his captor,” Wrath chuckles sadly and Emilia wiggles her way out of his crushing hug, freeing her hands to lay them on his shoulders.

“What?” She looked at Wrath in disbelief, he bites his lip in a nervous gesture and looks away for a second. Emilia softly cups his cheeks and turns him to look into her eyes, to know and see for sure that what he meant was honest. She saw his eyes, saw the need and hope in them.

Leaning lower Wrath pushes his forehead against hers, hands sliding up and down her waist as he gathers himself up. “ Emilia please don't leave, I'll answer all of your questions, fully. No holding back. I need you,” Wrath sighed when her hands trailed over his chest, dipping down and coming to hug him around his waist and circling her arms up to tug him closer by the back of his shoulders.

“One lie, if I sense one lie your dagger will be nudged deep into your heart,” Emilia said firmly and before Wrath could react she caught his lips in a tender kiss. So much calmer than the first one, so much more meaningful and honest. No ill intentions and no holding back. Wrath whimpered into the kiss, needy hands roaming over Emilia’s back and trying to get her closer, engulf her completely, feel her against him and feel her heartbeat on his. One of his hands found its way on Emilia’s cheek and his rough thumb traced over her cheekbones, angling her face to get more, feel more of her and lightly nibble on her lower lip.

Breaking away for just a second Wrath glanced over Emilia’s face, completely open and so relaxed. He wished for that look to never leave her features and leaned into the desperate kiss again, the saccharine feeling of her lips on his leaving him with a flushed face and trembling heart.

IM SCREAMINF THIS IS ALL I WANTED AND MORE THANK YOUU

a fic where emilia is sitting in the house wrath library reading romance/ smut and wrath finds her and pesters her about it and suggests he helps her recreate the scenes together hdishdjwah

LIKE IT WOULD BE SO FLUFFY YET SPICY JUST WRATh TEASING HER ABOUT IT ANd HER HIDING HER FACE IN HIS CHEST EMBARRASSED BUT THEN HE SAY THEY RECREATE IT KNOWING IT WOUKD GET HER FLUSTERED

Books and Inspirations

I just know Wrath takes teasing Emilia onto unimaginable levels so I wrote just that ~ (this gets steamy!)

Word count: 1237

Leave it to Wrath to read her naughty book finds out loud, leave it to him to make her blush at such vulgar words and yet... Emilia won't deny that in the end, she can also be a little daring.

( say thank you to Wrath's pretty dagger )

“Emilia! Dinner is re-” Wrath walked into the library space, startling Emilia out of her concentration and breaking her very vivid daydream. “Oh, I see you’ve kept yourself busy with interesting literature,” Wrath smirked and walked closer, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks and his grin getting wider with every step he took.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Emilia lied through her teeth, scrambling to gather her composure and tuck any loose hair behind her ear. However, what she missed while rummaging through Wrah’s library was the cover of the explicit novel she picked up to read. Wrath's smirk only turned wilder at the fact that Emilia tried to cover up her naughty reading moments.

“I’d advise you to be more attentive to your surroundings, Emilia dear,” Wrath tugged the book from under Emilia’s leg and skirts where she tried to hide it and turned it to her so the cover was visible while he skimmed over the pages. The book depicted two lovers in full nude, pressed golden foil filling in the details and the male lover’s hands were the only thing covering the woman’s chest.

“What?!” Emilia was clearly flustered at the cover, leaning away from Wrath and trying to put some distance between herself and the wicked demon. “That was not there when I took it!” Wrath chuckled at her attempts and found the page where Emilia was caught red-handed as she took a pillow from the edge of the window seat and hugged it to her chest like a shield.

Clearing his throat Wrath started to read the passage, making Emilia squirm at his sultry tone, “His hand found its way between my legs, rough fingers passed over my inner thighs and I shuddered at the sensation,” Wrath lowered himself onto the window seat in front of Emilia and put his hand just shy of Emilia’s foot.

“Wrath no! Give it to me!” Emilia reached out, grabbing for the book but Wrath put his pointer finger at her forehead and pushed until she toppled back into her seat.

“Ah! His heated touches ignite such feelings inside of me, I must be going mad, or I’ve been already and his fingers spreading me apart are only there to remind me of my sins,” Wrath smiled at the filthy text, toying with the edge of Emilia’s skirt. Turning to face Emilia more, Wrath leaned forward and placed his free hand between Emilia’s feet, she tucked her knees closer to her and that was just what he wanted. Slightly coming onto Emilia and leaning on her knees he kept reading on. “ I was dripping for him, he could feel it oh so well but I was not even shy at the slightest. He could make me feel so good, I knew it. I knew it for sure and with the push of his fingers inside of me I felt how much more I could have if only he was braver with his movements.”

Wrath pushed himself forward and then back again as if repeating the motion from the book, he bit his lower lip and rubbed his cheek on Emilia’s knee. She stopped breathing at some point, heart not able to comprehend what was going on in front of her and tried to push Wrath away with her leg.

Catching Emilia by her ankle Wrath pulled, making Emilia fall under him and as he stole a heated glance from her, he turned the page and placed his arm near her face. “Oh, how I wish to feel more!” Wrath rolled his hips above Emilia, her hands grasping his shirt to tug him to her and hide her face into his chest, away from his sneaky eyes and his mocking face. Only Emilia didn’t know how much her actions were affecting him too, her blush made his breath shake a little and he wanted to push more, get more reaction out of his Emilia.

Making good use of Emilia’s mistake that brought him closer to her, Wrath rolled his hips again and this time Emilia whimpered at what she felt. “ So I whispered to him, yearning, thrusting my hips onto his fingers to show him how much I really wanted it,” lowering his voice to a mere whisper, wrath spoke the lines from the book to Emilia’s ear, leaving a little kiss to the skin right at her neck. Her fists clenched harder at his shirt and putting his full weight over Emilia to not let her get away and to free his hand, Wrath trailed down over her waist. Gripping her hip and hearing her breathy moan did not help Wrath with his self-control and his need slipped with his next words.

“His fingers left my core immediately and I found his lips on mine, crushing, burning and so hungry. I felt his hand spreading me open yet again, but this time I also felt him enter me right after. Yes, finally. Finally, I could feel him split me open and push deeper than his fingers could reach. More! I moaned and luckily he listened to every and each of my demands, pushing further and kissing my moans away.”

Emilia whined at the explicitly of Wrath’s words but that was not the end of her torture. Throwing the book to the side Wrath tugged Emilia’s leg over his hip, his hand sliding under her skirt and finding the soft flesh of her thighs. Thrusting into her with the full force he cupped her cheek to have her steady so she would not hide away as he moaned into her ear. To his delight, Emilia could not stay put any longer and he could feel a little roll of her own body.

“Why only read about such a shameless act, Emilia.” Wrath caught the moment Emilia’s eyes snapped open and she looked at him in shock but he could see some wonder in there too. “We can just help you recreate your fantasies, my sweet little witch.” All of Emilia’s resolve was lost and forgotten, she always read about the most steamy romance but to have something like this happen to her? In real life and with someone who clearly wanted her no less than she did, so maybe…

She threw away any maybes and slid her hand to the front of Wrath’s slacks, surprising him and startling him into motionlessness. That second gave her a chance to rub her hand up and down his hardened length, feeling him twitch in her hold and see his eyes flutter at the sensation he must be feeling right now. “ Well, show me your sinful ways, demon.” Emilia smiled innocently at Wrath’s surprise and squealed when Wrath flipped her over, pinning her wandering hands above her head with one strong arm.

“Mhm~ I’ll show you just fine,” Wrath growled in her ear and trailed a hand down her spine, a dagger that suddenly appeared in his hold cutting open any fabric in its way to give his fingers more skin to explore. Something bound Emilia’s hands to the seat under her and she didn’t get the moment to check what it was exactly, for Wrath had dipped down, down her back and she could feel his heated breath over the small of her back.

“I’ll show you what happens to handsy witches,” Wrath said at last and moved even lower to bite at Emilia’s perky bottom.

EVERYONE READ THIS FOR GOOD GRADES AND CLEAR SKIN THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

i love them so much yall-

Charming Spells

Per a fine request from @godscursedd , more Emilia and Wrath love

Word count: 1282 of suggestive teasing themes

Lust steals Emilia for a dance or two and while they dance Wrath finds himself becoming more affected by the passing minute. That spark of jealousy does not go unnoticed by his brother, instead of pushing more, Lust shows Emilia the sneaky glances Wrath throws their way and guides her to her grumpy demon.

One for fun little teasing that night, Emilia may have uncovered Wrath's true wishes and pushed past his wavering limits. Wrath... Is not one to hold back when he truly wants something

Watching Emilia dance the night away with Lust was like a torture. He still hasn’t forgotten their exchange on the beach and was worried whether it was a pleasant dance for Emilia now. It seems that it is a rather good one by the joyful laughter and shy little smiles that Emilia sends to Lust when she whispers something particularly funny in her cute ear. Cute? He was losing his grasp on his emotions again if he found an ear cute, out of all things. Grumpily taking a glass of some liquor from the tray that a servant was kindly offering him, Wrath turned away from the show of extraordinary happiness and stomped to the farthest edge of the marble hall.

A demon prince affected by some sneaky witch? Pathetic. Wrath was having a hard time looking away from the dancing couple even if it hurt to watch. EMilia must’ve been enjoying his brother’s company far more than his, she never laughed as loudly with him, or was he imagining that now?

“He has not let your single movement pass by him, you know?” Lust whispered to Emilia as he made her twist and turn in his hold to the rhythm of the music.

“Whatever do you mean?” Emilia replies shortly, preoccupied with catching falling petals in her outstretched hand.

“Wrath, he wants a dance I think. Or more like, he wants you away from me,” Lust explains and tugs Emilia towards him with a twist of his hand, pressing her back to him as he guides her flushed face in Wrath’s direction. They both catch him whipping his head away right in that moment and with a chuckle Lust pushes Emilia in his brother’s direction.

“Don’t tease him too much, he’s been grumpy all evening since you denied him your full attention,” with a knowing smirk Lust loses himself in the dancing crowd and Emilia is left to consider how to take the situation from here. Was wrath really interested in her like that to dislike her dancing with his brother? Or was it simply a matter of besting a brother?

With the remains of Lust’s scarce influence she feels giddy and daring, so teasing Wrath just a little seems like a better idea than just keeping him company by the wall.

Sneaking up on Wrath and seeing him anxiously scan the dancing hall in search of her felt ecstatic, adventurous even and his surprised yelp, when she had him pinned against some door behind the sideways curtains, was an interesting addition. His wide eyes added to that playful feeling that was overtaking Emilia and she pressed closer, running her hands up Wrath’s heated torso and feeling how his heartbeat picked up.

“Are you angry perhaps? No… Is this a little twinkle of jealousy I see?” Emilia softly tugs Wrath down to her face by the golden necktie and looks into his eyes. With this closure Wrath really has nowhere to hide and he shuts his eyes in a feeble attempt to get out of this situation with his ego intact.

“You must be a little delusional, Emilia dear,” Wrath says, more distracted by the possible softness of Emilia’s lips, by her rose-dusted cheeks from the night of dancing and by the movement of her chest with her every heartbeat. He is too focused on that sound, erratic thudding that he is not even supposed to know about or focus on, but it beats too much like his own.

“And you must be a little nervous,” Emilia notes Wrath’s hectic eyes and the bite of his lip that he tried to conceal.

“Did you overheat from all that dancing? Or did Lust charm you away again?” Wrath tries to regain the upper hand that has never been there and touches Emilia’s forehead with the back of his hand as if to check her temperature. She follows that slow movement with her curious eyes and in the moment that he takes the hand away she catches his wrist and moves to lay her cheek into Wrath’s large palm.

“Lust? No. You, however... “ Emilia traces her finger around Wrath’s surprised lips, dipping down to his chin and going lower, over his neck and into the dip of his collarbones that peek from under his shirt.

“Emilia, behave.” Wrath’s voice wavers and he sees the moment Emilia’s eyes sparkle with delight.

“Or what?” She surges forwards, hovering just near his lips and with her hand he guide’s Wrath’s palm to come and stay on her hip. “What will the powerful prince do if this troublesome witch misbehaves?” Emilia mockingly puts a finger to her lips and cocks her head to the side while carefully watching Wrath’s movements.

In less than a blink of her eye she was pushed against the same doors where Wrath was just standing and his body was pressed flush against hers as he kept her hanging slightly off of the ground.

“What is it with you today?” Wrath growls in her face and pushes her higher by her hips, Emilia’s hands come to search for support on his shoulders and she only smiles at Wrath’s serious face.

“You looked troubled, I wanted to see what it was about. Admit it, you were jealous,” Emilia laughs a little and dips her head to whisper in Wrath’s ear. “Say it, say you’ve been keeping an eye on me, wanting to dance with me and be the one to hold me around my waist.”

Wrath’s breath catches in his lungs at such shameless words. But what can he do, it’s too late to trick his way out of this and Emilia has seen through his mask long ago.

“Indeed, I was imagining to be the one who would guide the dance,” Wrath’s lips ghosted over Emilia’s neck, pressing slightly as he let her legs circle around his waist. “Wanted to take you outside and dance alone under the moonlight, wanted you all to myself,” he presses Emilia harder into the door and pushes her hips down on his. He chuckles at her gasp, finally feeling like he won a point in their weird game. Wrath followed the curve of Emilia’s waist up to her chest with one warm hand, cupping under her chest and with a harder press of his hand he slid it up to cup her wholly. Inhaling her sweet perfume and just a ting of her own lust, Wrath groans into her neck.

Pressing a knee to the door he lets Emilia slide onto his thigh for support as his second hand goes to sweetly hold Emilia’s cheek, shifting her face to see her hazed eyes and not waiting a second longer he dives for her lips, such a simple motion and yet when he feels the touch of her sweet lips on his, he is swaying with the sensation.

“You’ve charmed me more, you must’ve put a spell on me for this is not a way a demon of War can possibly behave,” Wrath mumbles against her lips, hands wandering everywhere and he feels Emilia grind down on his thigh.

“Interesting accusation, but I know no love spell,” Emilia whispers to him and rips off the button of his slacks. “What else will you accuse me of?”

“The sweet taste of your kisses, the softness of your thighs,” Wrath drags a teasing hand up to Emilia’s thighs under her skirt and stops his movement when he goes a bit higher. “And the…” His fingers move and he gasps at the discovery. “ At the scandalous lack of any undergarments,” Wrath moans and searches for Emilia’s lips again, in need to feel as much of her as it may be possible.

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Emilia x Wrath [ Kingdom of the Wicked ]

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