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marvel
â natasha romanoff x reader
â wanda maximoff x reader
â agatha x rio / agathario x reader
the 100
â clarke griffin x lexa
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who i currently write for:
marvel
â natasha romanoff x reader
â wanda maximoff x reader
supergirl
â kara danvers x lena luthor
wednesday
â wednesday addams x enid sinclair
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â mommy/daddy kinks
â honestly iâm not that fussy. no harm in asking as long as itâs not something on my NO list below...
hey quick question, I remember u mentioned a year ago u had wrote a decent bit and you'd be uploading in chapters. Is that still the case? Or is it gonna be uploaded all at once?
Ok so Iâve just stumbled across your tumblr and I canât express the nostalgia that just hit međ I remember running home from school after seeing an email from ao3 telling me that you had posted. Iâm now going to Uni and just seen youâre in the process of writing the final instalment and it just makes me realise how far everyone has comeđĽš
Thank you for all the fun memories and I canât wait to read the final instalment and oneshots afterwards âşď¸
I think it might be time for a re-read (idk if i want to break my heart all over again)
awhhh this is really sweet!!! i can't wait to finish the instalment and give you guys a little peace haha
Okay good. Because I read a period in crushers life i thought you meant because she won't have a life after the series is over đ
I've been here since 2021 when the weekly chapters were being released and they helped me get through covid lockdown in my country. I'm a little emotionally invested so thankyou for clarifying. I would've actually been devastated âşď¸ đĽš
oh you're a proper OG! i appreciate the love and support <3
i know i haven't been on here in a while but i've been re-reading my crusher series (nat x reader / wanda x reader) to try get back into the headspace so i can finish the last instalment and GODDAMN i put you guys through so much angst im so sorry đ˘ reading this is so painful, especially coming into the third instalment
the fourth (and last) will also be painful, i will apologise for it in advance, but im working on inputting some humour and happy stuff to crack it a little!
and for anyone knew, check out my series, it is painful, and smutty, and has a pretty good villain-arc if you ask me ;)
love you guys xoxo
crusher series link - https://www.tumblr.com/5-puthyyy/674108952310677504/crusher-series-masterlist?source=share
also, just adding here that once i finish the series i'm gonna leave a series of crusher-universe one-shots open! so i'll create one for you guys to send in your prompts based on crusher (will do any pairing as long as its specified to an instalment or period in crusher's life). so plenty of smut shots and fluff shots will be coming too :)
Welcome! I've created a masterlist for my series following a Super-Soldier!Reader (aka Crusher) on her quest for love, redemption, and freedom. Hopefully this masterlist will make it easier to follow! I advise you start from the first instalment otherwise the second and the ones to come - that I'm planning to write, I promise - will not make sense. I'll be adding/updating it with every new instalment whenever I begin one! Everyone is welcome and I always try to respond to every comment on my AO3! If you decide to stay, enjoy the ride đ
Relationships
Natasha Romanoff x Super-Soldier!Reader
Wanda Maximoff x Super-Soldier!Reader
Themes/Warnings
Love Triangle
HYDRA Captivity/Torture
Graphic Descriptions (Smut, Violence, Murder)
Heavy Angst
Headcanons
wanda soothing reader after her nightmares + reader and natasha watching shows during rainy nights
Instalment One - The Rushmans (Click Here For Link) - STATUS = COMPLETE
'The Rushmans' Summary
Life as a Super-Soldier hasnât been easy to say the least; while living for over a century has its perks, overcoming the psychological torture you experienced was the hardest thing youâve ever had to endure. That is, until you fell for Natasha Romanoff. Or Wanda Maximoff. Maybe both. Definitely both.
Your continuous pining over Natasha has you failing mission after mission, while your new-found feelings for Wanda has you questioning years of friendship. Beyond desperate for an escape, you seek out help, but Maria has other plans for you; six months of endless torture with the one woman you canât have. Little did you know the adventures New Orleans has in store for youâŚ
Instalment Two - Die For You (Click Here For Link) - STATUS = COMPLETE
'Die For You' Summary
Life as Super-Soldier hasnât been easy to say the least. But life as Natasha Romanoffâs partner-on-the-run? It has its perks in the form of early runs, morning coffees, and nights spent with each otherâs names on the otherâs lips. That is, until a masked figure crashes into your car, into your life, forcing you out of your hidden home and back into heroism.
Is peace something you will ever have? Is it something you deserve? Will your moment of tranquility be just that; a fleeting, distance memory of a utopian time in your life? The choice is Natashaâs to makeâŚwill it be you, or war?
Instalment Three - Undying Love (Click Here For Link) - STATUS = COMPLETE
âUndying Loveâ Summary
Life as a Super-Soldier hasnât been easy to say the least. Overcoming the psychological and physical torture you experienced in your past has become significantly harder now that you have newfound power running through your veins. With that power came 427 days of pain, of anger, of guilt that weighs you down.
Can you restore your mind to what it once was? Can you go back to your life before the betrayal? Or will you forever be haunted by ghosts that tortured you, ghosts that you tortured, and ghosts of your past, present, and future? Adjusting to your new life comes with challenges, but youâre lucky you have a love stronger than ever to keep you anchored. Will it be Natasha, or Wanda?
Instalment Four - Title in Progress - STATUS = In ProgressâŚ
i know i haven't been on here in a while but i've been re-reading my crusher series (nat x reader / wanda x reader) to try get back into the headspace so i can finish the last instalment and GODDAMN i put you guys through so much angst im so sorry đ˘ reading this is so painful, especially coming into the third instalment
the fourth (and last) will also be painful, i will apologise for it in advance, but im working on inputting some humour and happy stuff to crack it a little!
and for anyone knew, check out my series, it is painful, and smutty, and has a pretty good villain-arc if you ask me ;)
love you guys xoxo
crusher series link - https://www.tumblr.com/5-puthyyy/674108952310677504/crusher-series-masterlist?source=share
I BADLY MISS U AND UR UPDATES!!! PLS I HOPE URE DOING WELL
IM OKAYYY IM SORRY LIFE IS CHAOS IM BACK TO WORK AND STARTING A NEW PROJECT AND I HAVE A BEAUTIFUL GF WHO GETS ALL MY TIME AHHHHH i promise im trying to write but im like so physically exhausted every time i get a break :( im sorryyyy
hey I'm back again for a 3rd time :D. Just wanted to check how the progress is since you said we'll probably getting updates end January and unfortunately it's nearly march :/ no pressure ofcourse
hey!
uh so work got a lot busier unforunately...i know its disappointing, i can't make any promises. i can say that i'm like two chapters away from finishing the last instalment (unedited) as ive had more time due to injury lol so ive had time off work. i'll do my very best to get it done!
Hi, do you have a preferred method for receiving fic ideas?
hi!
any suggestions left in comments or my inbox are taken into consideration, but i cannot guarantee what will be written especially given my work schedule
but everything is read by me and taken into account, promise!
So I finally watched thunderbolts and kept thinking that crusher would have been such a good fit for that team lmao. I'm really interested in what you think the dynamics would be between the characters since we already know crusher is buddies with yelena and alexi.
i absolutely loved thunderbolts!! thought it was so well-balanced and handled grief so so so well. crusher would 10000% fit into that team perfectly haha, especially with the way this last instalment is going.
crusher's also buddies with buck so think that helps! don't think she'd like john at all they'd clash a lot, and with the overwhelming power in her blood she'd probably be able to relate to sentry a lot too
hi just curious but would you consider crusher masc
crusher is defo masc in my eyes but it's reader pov, so i do want everyone to interpret the way they feel is best for them! (meaning i'm masc so when i read her i see that as it makes it easier to relate to her)
man its been way too long since ive been able to spare a moment to breathe let alone be on this app :(
work has taken over my life once again lol. my shift patterns are all over the place, and trying to balance gym into that, maintaining a social life, and my beautiful gf, i just haven't managed to find any spare time whatsoever.
im currently bedridden for a few days as i've sprained my ankle pretty badly, so i may have some time to catch up on my inbox and write some stuff but i doubt i'll be able to complete anything properly.
im sorry for neglacting you guys for this long, i've just been so stretched out and drained. i'll do my best these next few days i promise! whether it's just writing and editing what i have so far, or actually being able to post something, i will put in the effort i promise!
The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 10
AO3 LINK
Word Count: 7.6k
Summary:
Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...
CHAPTER WARNINGS! -- (18+ ONLY) SEXUAL CONTENT + EDGING? + ROPE (VINE) PLAY + SLIGHT DEGRADATION? VERY MINIMAL
It took you a few days to realise it, but when you finally did it hit you right in the chest. You are restless without Rio. Agatha has been there for you, holding you, coaxing you through your desires, teaching you lesson after lesson, but something is missing. And after the third night of terrible sleep, you realise you miss Rio.
âWhen will she be back?â you ask Agatha for the fifth time in the last two days, pouting when she sighs dismissively, âAgatha,â you whine out her name, drawing the syllables out, âWhen?â
The blue-eyed witch turns to you with a frown, revealing the heavy bags under her eyes that match your own. âHer job is complicated, sweetheart. We can never be sure how long she is needed for. You must be patient, and understandââ
You groan audibly and shut your eyes tight, interrupting Agatha. âMaybe I would understand if you would just tell me what it is sheââ
âDid you just interrupt me?â Agatha scolds, her eyes squinting in warning. But youâve received plenty warning from her about this, far too many for her to simply let it go.
âIâm sorry,â you start, attempting to plead your case, but Agatha cuts you off with a snarl and a typically gentle hand to your throat. Itâs rough, the touch shocking you as she shoves you against the bedroom door. Youâve been spending the nights in their bedroom with Agatha, and think perhaps Rioâs lingering scent has made you miss her even more. You can even smell her on Agatha when you bury your face in her neck before going to bed.
âSorry?â Agatha mocks, scoffing as she pushes her body flush against yours, her fingers tightening their hold on the sides of your neck. You whimper in submission, trying to tilt your head back but she keeps you still, her intense gaze still locked to your sorry eyes.
Before you can even open your mouth to apologise again, Agathaâs lips are roughly pressed to yours. Her invading tongue pushes through right away, establishing her dominance as you whimper into her touch, melting as she slides her tongue against yours, claiming you over and over again. But before you can start roaming your hands over her body, she abruptly pulls back leaving you hazed and confused.
âWhat?â you mumble, blinking your eyes open with a frown.
Agathaâs expression is one of controlled anger with the tiniest hint of satisfaction as she glances over your blushed cheeks, pouty lips, beaked buds through your thin gown.
âWhy did you stop?â you moan in complaint, reaching out to grab at her but Agatha takes a step away from you in defiance; your frown deepens as you pout, begging for her to touch you.
The wicked witch smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest. âNaughty girls deserve to be punished,â Agatha says simply, walking away before you can protest. Youâre left with your mouth hung open, equally shocked and turned on. Is this your punishment? Because you would much rather be spanked than have your desires ignored.
âWait, pleaseââ
Agatha cackles as she continues walking to the little washroom attached to the bedroom. âBegging will not work, sweetheart. You need to learn your lesson. Now, go tend to the garden, and wash yourself up afterwards. Weâll be headed to the Inn this evening.â
The Inn. Your Inn. With Catherine, the innkeeperâs daughter who very clearly provoked a certain type of reaction from Agatha and Rio the last time you were seen with her.
âDo you really think thatâs a good idea?â you ask timidly, turning your head away from Agathaâs intense glare as she spins back. You take that as your answer and nod, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you with a soft thud.
Well, fuck.
Perhaps it wasnât your best decision, but since Agatha refuses to touch you the best you could think of was making that task as hard as possible for her. Perhaps sheâll break, or itâll only anger her further. Youâve come to learn that an angry Agatha is either the best or worse outcome; itâs the worst when the anger turns into yelling, tears, and a deeply painful feeling in your chest, but itâs the best when it turns into smirks, rough hands and angry kisses all over your skin.
Picking out the best dress possible was easy enough since you only have a few anyway. The cut of the top half is enticing enough without the undergarments you opted for, the special kind that pushes your breasts up as high as possible. Your corset is dark, black, intricately laced and worn over your dress as a statement; that statement is clear enough to Agatha it seems, her eyes darkening the moment you step out of your bedroom to show her just how ready you are to go.
âIs it time already?â you ask innocently, your tone teasing and playful. The smile you flash at her is knowing as she cannot keep her eyes away from your chest. Sheâll look up at you trying to hold your gaze but those poor blues inevitably bounce back down. Part of you thinks (hopes) Agatha will decide right here and now to skip out on the Inn and devour you right here in the hallway, but instead she gathers her composure and straightens her back.
âIf you think I will give in to these childish games, you do not know me well enough.â
You lift a brow as she brushes past you, faltering in her step when sheâs close enough to get a whiff of your scent. Her head snaps to you, suddenly gripping you by the neck to pull you closer. A gasp is ripped from your throat as her nose presses against your skin.
âIs thisâŚâ
Rioâs perfume. Itâs a special mix she makes just for herself, a brand, a unique blend that is distinctly her. Agatha growls at the realisation that you must have snuck back into the room while she was napping earlier and taken Rioâs perfume from the nightstand.
âOh, Iâm sorryâŚWas that not permitted?â
Her jaw tightens at the faux innocence in your tone. Before she can stop herself, she leans in and sinks her teeth into your skin, giving you no warm up whatsoever. You gasp, hands immediately skying up to grip at her free hair. Every time she has her hair down like this, you cannot help but obsess over it. Itâs so soft, so pretty, so wild and free and so Agatha.
âWhose attention are you trying to get tonight?â Agatha growls against your neck, sucking, biting, her hot tongue swiping over the wound.
âYours,â you gasp, arching your body closer to her, âAlways yours.â
Though she may not believe you completely, she still pulls back satisfied with your answer, and the bright smirk on her face as her eyes lock onto the mark she has left lets you know sheâs satisfied with how sheâs branded you. Your stomach drops, twisting uncomfortably with the thought of Catherine seeing the mark and understanding the insinuation.
Agatha senses your discomfort and it only fuels her excitement for tonight. The two of you are out the door before you can protest further.
The sound of lively music and laughter can be heard from far out. It seems the Inn is busy tonight, or the people are louder. Whatever the reason is, you still hear it as you see it in the distance, Agathaâs hold tightening around your linked arms as you approach. Itâs a innocent enough touch, but one that you two share the secret of. Itâs exciting, you think, the sinking feeling in your stomach turning into something else close to desire. To sit by her, have her hand trailing up and down your thigh under the table for no one to see but for you to feelâŚ
Just the thought has you clearing that ball forming in your throat, catching Agathaâs knowing smirk shot your way. She wraps her arm around yours tighter, pressing her side to yours as you reach the door.
âBest behaviour,â Agatha warns teasingly, nipping at your ear discreetly before pushing the door open, letting everyone see the bright blush on your cheeks. The loud roar of joint singing hits you as the door opens; along with the sounds of boots hitting the ground, fists slamming against tables, and the men playing their fiddles in the back, itâs almost overwhelming. But itâs been some time since youâve last been here, been around people in general other than Agatha and Rio, so you allow yourself a moment of adjustment. Agatha stays firm beside you, grounding, supportive, guiding.
Youâre too distracted, watching over both the familiar and new faces in the crowd. The same group of gossiping grey women are sat in their corner, their typical scowls taken over by cheerful smiles as they join the crowd in their joyous singing. The main singing man is the same as he always is, immediately grinning widely when his eyes catch yours. He sings and sings and sings, stomping on the table as he does so, tipping his hat to you in the middle of his dance.
âThere is a tavern in the town, in the town, and there my true love sits him down, sits him down, and drinks his wine as merry as can be, and never, never thinks of me!â
You begin to clap along with them, a soft smile on your lips as you reminisce. Despite you needing to hide yourself and look over your shoulder all the time, it was still a unique, warm feeling to be part of this community. You were still yourself, only showing them the parts that were safe enough to reveal.
âFare thee well, for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee, and remember that the best of friends, must part, must part.â
Agathaâs hand is back, her touch warm and firm against your lower back. She passes you a pint, a half-smirk on her lips as she observes your freeing expression. Her reappearance is a reminder of what you left for. A soft warmth takes over your insides, making it incredibly hard not to lay a gentle kiss over her lips at this exact moment. Sheâs well aware of your struggle, finding it just as difficult; you can tell by the way her eyes go hooded, zoning into your pink, plump lips.
âAdieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu, I can no longer stay with you, stay with you, I will hang my harp on the weeping willow tree, and may the world go well with thee.â
Those eyes look even brighter with the candlelight here, those blues tinted a soft orange as they glitter and glow at you. You canât help but reach to hold her hand in yours, squeezing once, twice, pulling away when it crosses over to inappropriate.
The two of you make your way to a table near the back, badly lit so dark enough for no one to really want to be seated there. Agatha sits across from you, both your dresses long and puffed enough to prevent anyone from seeing her sneaky antics. She slowly lifts her leg, the one closer to the wall and hidden behind her other, and slides her foot under your dress.Â
You only realise what sheâs doing when you feel her warm foot brush against your ankle; the sip of alcohol you were drinking catches in your throat. âAgatha,â you gasp quietly, terrified of what others may say if they catch you.
The wicked witch grins at you slyly, hiding her smile behind her own pint. âWhat?â she says, feigning innocence with a dramatic hand to her chest. But you cannot be fooled, not when her foot trails even higher, wrapping around your calf.
âWe cannot. Not here, not where Cathââ you cut your own sentence short, cheeks tinting at the mix-up. Agathaâs touch is immediately gone, the humoured expression now taken over by a quiet discomfort. Before she spirals, you try to interrupt her thoughts, âAgatha, I simply meant that she may recognise you and make certainâŚassumptions. Your anger was very palpable that night. Surely you understand why I am feeling a littleâŚâ
âWhat?â Agatha scowls, âProtective? Why must you care what she feels? Let her assume, because her assumptions are the truth, are they not?â
A frown takes over your face as you take in her words. Youâre unsure why sheâs this angry about it. Surely keeping your secret is important, no? Especially considering Agathaâs past, discarded and thrown aside for being different. She should understand where youâre coming fromâŚbut below the anger, you see a hint of something else, something vulnerable that looks dangerously close to insecurity.
âIf what she assumes is that I loââ
âY/N?â
Both your heads snap to the sound of your name, landing on Catherine, stood with wide, green eyes, a beautifully intricate beige and pink dress flowing to her ankles, and her blonde curls tight just below her shoulders. Agatha surprisingly contains herself, offering Catherine a thin, forced smile; you figured sheâd jump up over the table with a growl.
âY/N, oh, God, how are you? Where have you been?â Catherine rushes over to the table, her heels clacking against the floorboards. Instinctively, you stand up and let her hug you, wrapping your arms around her when she falls forward a little, tripping over the edge of your chair.
âCatherine,â you mumble with a soft laugh, âItâs good to see you,â pulling away from the hug doesnât seem to work as you attempt to put a little distance. Catherine simply pulls you back closer, so close her nose is just an inch or so away from pressing to yours.
âI have missed you,â she says in a whisper, eyes hooded as she stares into your own, âDearly,â she adds, her voice turning dark, deep, a clear attempt at a rasp.
The clearing of a throat pulls her attention away. While your head turns to Agatha expecting the sound to have come from her, Catherineâs turns the other way. When your eyes meet Agathaâs blues, thereâs a humoured glimmer in them. She lifts a brow, pointedly looking over your shoulder and you have a feeling youâre about to be in deep trouble.
Slowly, you look over to the other side, gasping softly when your eyes land on Rio, stood with a deep glare over her face, a clenched jaw so dangerously sharp, eyes that could kill with a blink. Her black dress is scandalous to be wearing in public, tight around her curves which you can only see because sheâs kept her oversized green cloak open at the front.
âRio,â you whisper, immediately pulling away from Catherine to jump forward. Once the shock dissipates, all that is left is pure want, your heart yearning to be as close to her now that sheâs back.
She has no time to react as you fall into her, arms wrapping around her neck; hers dangle for a moment awkwardly before sinking around your curves, pulling you in possessively tight. You can hear her breath hitching as her face presses into your neck, sniffing deeply; her hands grip your waist tight as she recognises her own scent on you, softly growling into your neck.
Sheâs so impossibly cold but you donât care. Her touch is what youâve been needing for so long, her scent, her presence, so comforting and protective. The way she holds you tight against her as if you belong to her, like sheâs missed you and ached for something as simple as a hug, needing you just as badly as you need her. You forget yourself for that moment, falling into her safe arms and melting as she buries her face in your neck and refuses to leave it.
But suddenly, Catherine is laughing awkwardly, forcing the two of you to let go for a moment. It breaks you out of your Rio-bubble for a moment, panic filling your stomach at the closeness Catherine just saw. It seems to have broken Rio out of her Y/N-bubble too, her anger back as she stiffens against you, effectively pulling away until youâre no longer touching.
âNew friends?â Catherine asks with a confused half-smile.
It definitely isnât your best move, but you canât think of anything but run and decide to pull Catherine away from the two angry witches. âWhy donât I buy you drink? Catch me up on how the Inn has been!â
Minutes later, you realise it was possibly the worst decision you could have made in that moment. Catherine started, and would not stop. But that wasnât even the biggest problem; that was Rio across the Inn with the deepest of glares to begin with, but that since then has shifted into something you cannot decipher. Itâs blank, dark, but sheâs refusing to look at anything but you. Agathaâs hand is glued to Rioâs, running a thumb back and forth to soothe her, but it doesnât do much to calm the bouncing of her knee as she watches Catherine continue to flirt with you.
Perhaps you should go back? The way youâre laughing back dangerously looks like flirting too, especially when she gets closer and closer to you, her hand touching your own, brushing over your bicep, tucking your stray hair behind your ear. And you do nothing to stop it. Part of you starts to enjoy it, though you will never admit that to the two witches across the Inn. You enjoy Catherineâs friendship, and there is no harm in her flirting; it feels good to be wanted. But within minutes you find yourself wanting nothing but Rio, Agatha, your little cabin away from the chaos that comes with this Inn.
Itâs more than chaos, but fear. Of not fitting in, of revealing too much of your past, of the lack of acceptance. Agatha and Rio have given you that and more, all you could have ever wanted. Finally coming to a decision, you clear your throat, interrupting Catherineâs story.
âI should head back to myâŚfriends.âÂ
Catherine frowns, turning to glance over her shoulder to them. âThey look awfully familiarâŚâ
âOh, you must have been drinking too much to remember. I met them here, they sit in that corner all the time!â you laugh nervously, hoping the lie works.
Catherine remains suspicious but drops it when she realises she has bigger problems, one being you disappearing on her again. âHave you been staying elsewhere? Or working? Somewhere far away? I really do miss you, Y/NâŚThereâs so much I think about, so much I would like to say to you but I feelâŚI feel it may be inappropriate and almost futile to do so if you will not be around.â
âY/N,â Rioâs raspy voice is easily recognisable to you, suddenly appearing by your side, âWe must go,â she says with finality, her tone making it crystal clear that itâs an order, not a suggestion.
âSorry, I donât believe we have been properly introduced,â Catherine shoots Rio a bright, beautiful smile, as if she is trying to crack the hard interior being thrown her way, âMy name is Cathââ
âAnd we will not be introduced. Y/N.â
Shooting up out of your seat, you give a confused and offended Catherine an apologetic smile, promising to see her soon. You try to follow Rio out, opting out of a hug, but Catherine practically forces you into one, whispering a soft âbe carefulâ, clearly interpreting Rioâs abrupt nature as a danger. You canât help but laugh.
By the time you step out of the Inn, Rioâs already a walk ahead so you practically run to her. âRio! Rio, wait, is Agatha notââ
âSheâs staying for another drink or so,â Rio answers bluntly, not turning back to look at you as she marches in anger.
A frown forms on your lips and you stop, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance. âWhy are you being this way?â you complain, yelling out as sheâs still ahead of you.Â
That seems to catch Rioâs attention; she slows before coming to a stop. âWhy?â Rio repeats, the anger shaking her voice as she turns to face you, âI have been gone, and it has been excruciating being away from Agatha, and you,â she says, emphasising you, âAnd I am finally able to come back. Just to track the two of you, and find you draping yourself over some other woman. In front of Agatha, nonetheless.â
You gulp as she steps closer to you, finally coming to a stop right in front of you. Sheâs not much taller than you, but it feels like sheâs towering of you in this moment as she glares deeply, trying to mask her hurt with anger.
âNot only have you been disrespectful to me, but to Agatha, too. And on the very day you were being punished for whining like a child? My, you really are stupid, arenât you?â
Her harsh words feel like a slap across the face. Rioâs been angry, distant, but cruel is not a word youâd use to describe her. Before you can even open your mouth to apologise, youâre transported back to the cabin in a cloud of green smoke. Stumbling as you try and gather yourself, your arm ends up gripping her bicep. Rio canât help but pull you closer at that, lifting you into her arms and pressing you up against her bedroom door. Before she kisses you, she pauses a moment, breathing in your gasps and soft breaths, eyes so beautifully brown, wide and intense.
âI wish I did not have to punish you this moment,â Rio mumbles, sighing as she memorises every crease in your forehead, the curve of your nose, the plump shape of your lips, âI have missed you dearly, my sweetâŚâ Rioâs voice turns soft for a moment before she growls, âIf only you missed me so.â
Her lips crash against yours, claiming, possessive, and rough; she sucks at your bottom lip roughly before nipping at it in soft punishment, groaning as you whimper against her. She allows you only a few seconds of roaming hands, nails scratching along her back through her cloak, but before you can go any further your hands are pulled back, a rough material wrapping around them in seconds.
âWhat is that?â you mumble as Rio pulls away from your lips for a moment, satisfied as she observes your flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.
âNo touching,â Rio commands simply, tugging at the contraption holding your hands together, âItâs about time youâre introduced to my vines,â she chuckles playfully, trailing softer kisses down your neck as you sigh and turn your head to the side. Rioâs pleased with your obedience, immediately marking your new skin with her teeth, tongue, lips that suck and kiss tenderly.
âI did,â you gasp out, arching your body towards her when you tug against your restraints aimlessly.
âDid what?â Rio whispers against your neck, licking up to the spot just behind your ear. She sucks harshly, coaxing a choked moan out of you, smirking against your skin as she does so.
You struggle to keep hold of your composure, the ache between your legs growing by the second, but you manage to push you, âMiss you. I did miss you, Rio.â
She falters in her kisses, her grip on your waist loosening for a moment of weakness. âAnd here I was,â she chuckles, âthinking you liked Agatha more than me,â she jokes, but you can hear the vulnerability and insecurity sheâs attempting to mask.Â
With a frown, you brush your nose against her cheek, trying to get her attention. It takes a few frustrated attempts but she finally pulls back to look into your eyes with a sigh, and a tight jaw. âWhy would you think that?â
Rio mumbles incoherently, choosing to ignore your question and silence you with a rough kiss. Her tongue slides against your bottom lip before slithering through, brushing over your teeth, tongue, the roof of your mouth as if claiming her territory. You let her do so, finding this to be a comfort to her; if sheâll ignore your words, youâll let her take you as she pleases until there is not a single flash of uncertainty left in those beautiful brown eyes.
All you can do is submit to her touch. She yanks at the restraints, tugging you forward to follow her to the bed. But instead of sitting you down on it, she pushes at your shoulders until your knees hit the ground. Looking up at her with parted lips, you take in just how ethereal she is. Her brown locks look untamed, frizzy and almost as wild as those eyes. She almost looks feral, but still controlled as her eyes follow the movement of your neck as you gulp.
âYou missed me?â Rio asks softly, her hand reaching to gently hold your jaw.
Sighing and leaning into her touch, you blink softly. âI did.â
Rio shoots you a small, satisfied smile before it turns dark, her jaw clenching and hand sliding down to your neck. âThen show me.â
Youâre well aware that your hands are tied, but the look of desire Rio shoots down has you tugging, desperate to pull at her thighs until your face is pressed exactly where she wants it. With a chuckle and flick of her fingers, her clothing falls off her body, pooling at her ankles. Seeing her now, entirely naked, all smooth, tanned skinâŚGod, you donât know how you havenât collapsed yet. Forgetting to take a breath causes you to get a little lightheaded but Rioâs hand is right there to keep you upright.
She leans down, her concerned but humoured eyes meeting yours. âShould I take that as a good sign?â Rio teases, her thumb brushing over your cheek.
Without uttering a word back, you slide your face against her hand until her thumbâs pressed against your lips. Rioâs eyes turn a shade darker, hooded as you flick a tongue out, teasing her for a moment before wrapping your lips around the tip of her tongue. And then you suck, hard, cheeks hollowed, and Rio canât control the gasp that escapes, canât control the way her teeth clench together, the wetness gathering between her legs and coating her inner thighs.
With a growl that almost sounds close to a whine, she rises back up to her feet, hands gripping onto your locks tightly. The two of your move together, you moving your head forward while she pushes you closer until your tongue is sliding through her slick folds. You moan in unison at the first touch, Rio almost quivering with desperate want.
âFuck, baby, youâre so good at that,â Rioâs praises shoot right down to your core; your thighs press together, desperate for the tiniest spark of friction. Tugging at your restraints doesnât work again as you feel the urge to grip at her thighs and pull her closer. Rio does the work instead, using your mouth for her pleasure.
Her nails scratch along your scalp as she rolls her lips languidly, trying to savour the moment, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. The way she looks down with her lips parted practically panting like sheâs in heat drives you to insanity. Eager to please, you swirl your tongue around her entrance, teasing it before sliding in with ease.
âYes, just like that,â Rio hisses at the feeling, staggering for a moment before grinding down harder, wanting more of you inside her. It takes another minute of your tongue expertly twisting and swirling inside her before a disgruntled whimper escapes her, and within seconds sheâs twisted around, pushing your head against the edge of the bed to let it down.
âPlease,â you pant out the moment your tongue slips out of her, licking your lips for more of her sweet taste, âI want to make youââ
Rio cuts you off by pushing her lips against you again, letting you drown in her with desperate, muffled moans. She lets out the same as she grinds her clit over your tongue hard, fast, her rhythm faltering.
âYes, fuck, Y/N,â she moans your name, throwing her head back as she practically mounts your face smothering you between her thighs, âSo good for me,â she pants, âSo pretty,â she gasps, her head bouncing back to look you in the eyes as she reaches her climax. Itâs that, seeing that desperate, eager-to-please look, the clear submission, hands tied but tongue obedient to her. Thatâs what pushes her over the edge.
She whines as she comes, hips twitching, so close your nose is buried in her. Wanting to see just how far you can push her, you suddenly wrap your lips around her clit, sucking while flicking your tongue. It forces a high-pitched scream from her throat, desperate, croaky, so incredibly sexy you feel your own heat throbbing in response. God, you could come just from this, youâre sure of it, whimpering and whining around her clit as you pulse, empty and desperate to be filled.
Once Rio pulls herself back, you lick at your lips again, panting up at her with lust-filled feral eyes. She groans at the intense gaze you give her, clearly taken by you; she can barely contain herself, forgetting youâre meant to be punished for your behaviour as she drops down to lick herself off your face. Her tongue slides over your skin, your chin, neck, wherever she finds herself before slipping past your lips.
You moan into the kiss, letting her set a languid pace as your tongues dance together softly. âPlease,â you beg, whispering against her lips as she pulls back for a moment, but she ignores you, kissing you again and again until youâre whining, trying to grind up into nothing, âRio, please.â
She chuckles wickedly, biting on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but the pain is gone just as fast as her tongue swipes against it. Youâre confused for a moment on how sheâs done that, but youâre too distracted to ask, your desire ever-present in a messy, heated pulse between your legs.
âAre you forgetting this is a punishment?â her hand slides up your chest, pinching your nipples through your dress, âThis is quite the outfit,â she mumbles hungrily, watching your breasts push up as you heave, âWere you trying to impress that whore?â
âNo!â you immediately protest, shaking your head vigorously, âI swear it, I was only attempting to frustââ you cut your own words off, realising youâve fallen into a trap. Rio grins in satisfaction, tipping your head up with a finger to your chin.
âFrustrateâŚAgatha?â
Thereâs a silence as you refuse to answer, terrified of the repercussions. But youâre already in them, already experiencing them. It seems Rio is being creative with her punishment tonight, choosing to ignore your desires completely knowing it would drive you to the very brink of losing your composure.
Rio rises to her feet, your face directly in front of her glistening heat again. But this time she swirls her fingers, controlling the vines. More of them manifest, this time gripping your ankles too, and separating your wrists; youâre pulled up the bed until youâre spread across for her. With another snap of her fingers, your clothes suddenly disappear, but she leaves the tight black corset over your stomach just for her satisfaction.
âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ Rio says with wonder, running her slender, cold fingers over your legs, thighs, purposely ignoring the obvious mess between them, âSomething as beautiful as this deserves to be worshippedâŚtoo bad you wonât be touched tonight.â
A pout springs and tears immediately fill up in your eyes. Surely she must be teasing? Just a threat to make sure you behave? âIâll be good, I promise, please,â you plead, your voice quivering in fear.
Rio falters for a moment before her hard gaze steadies again. Her touch is cold, dangerously so, but you crave it so, pulsing with need; within seconds sheâs left you, walking into small washroom attached to their bedroom. Rio ignores your pleas, your desperate cries for her to come back. As much as it pains her, you must be punished for your bratty behaviour.
By the time she comes back, youâve quieted down to soft whimpers, the pout still painted on your swollen lips. You perk up when you see her, trying to lift your neck to see what sheâs hiding behind her back.
âIt seems you have forgotten who you belong to,â Rio rasps, âAnd that as much as you are oursâŚwe are also yours.â
Her words hit hard, harder than you expected them to. Thereâs nothing to do but watch her in adoration, wanting to voice your own feelings too but finding your throat too dry to speak those words. Rio hums as she observes but then reveals what sheâs holding behind her back. You immediately tense up as your eyes lock onto the leather cock, made of a dark green material this time. Itâs slightly thicker but shorter than the one she had used last time, but it makes you hungry for it nonetheless, desperate for the stretch.
But Rio shocks you this time as the vines let go of your ankles just for her to start sliding the harness up your legs. âWait, what are youââ
âI told you, Y/N. You will not be touched tonight,â she says with finality, leaving no room for argument. Even as you open your mouth to protest, she stops you, climbing on top you and crawling like a cat until two of her fingers slip past your lips. Moaning at the filthy act, you swirl your tongue between her fingers, sucking gently, obediently, eyes locked to hers trying to entice her. But she doesnât give in. Instead, she simply smirks at your pathetic desperation and rolls her hips over the fake cock between your legs.
Rio sighs softly at the first touch, letting it pass through her folds to slick it up. It doesnât take much; not after your eager tongue and the long wait while sheâs been gone. You gasp around her fingers, and she stutters, eyes locked to yours while lifting her hips up, using her other hand to adjust the cock. Rio sinks down, gasping at the filling sensation. It stretches her deliciously, and clearly itâs been a while for her given the slow, sensual pace.
âFuck,â she curses softly, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours, fingers still buried in your mouth. You suck on them when you wake up from your haze, bringing her urgency back to life. She gasps again as she bounces down hard, so hard the lewd sound of your bodies meeting echoes in the room.
Rio pushes her fingers further in, forcing a gag out of you; the sound only excites her as she begins a slow but hard pace, sitting up until sheâs nearly empty then slamming back down again with a loud groan. Though youâre turned on beyond belief, all you want to do at this moment is hold her, grip her waist, mouth at her breasts. You want to feel her, to guide her through her pleasure.
âPlease,â you beg, muffled with her fingers still in your mouth. Rio continues to ignore you, too caught up in seeking her own pleasure. The wet sound of her pussy clamping around your cock is dizzying, paired with her enticing moans and youâre a goner, âFuck, please, Rio,â you beg, but your pleas only urge her on more.Â
She bounces down harder, grinding her hips against yours to seek friction over her clit, but she sees itâs not enough she risks taking her fingers out and giving you the ability to speak once again. Those same fingers, wet from your mouth, slide down to her clit right away as she sits up.
âYouâre breathtaking,â you gasp, finally able to look down between her legs where you two meet. Sheâs practically shining, absolutely soaked; her slick coats both your thighs, sticking to the leather cock as it pistons through her over and over again, âFuck, Rio, please, I wantââ
Rio breaks your words with a loud moan, using her other hand to grope at her chest. âI already told you, sweetheart. Youâre not getting touched tonight.â
You groan in frustration, hands turning into fists as you fail to contain your needs. âI donât care, Rio, I just want to touch you!â
The witch falters on top of you, not expecting you to be that desperate for touching her. âYouââ she stutters, moaning softly as a roll of her hips has the cock pressing up all her sensitive spots, âYou want to touch me?â Rio asks again, her tone curious, surprised, eyes wide and analytical as she stares down at you.
The way sheâs looking at you is almost hypnotic. âPlease, let me, just let me hold you,â you whimper, tugging against the restraints again.
Rio leans down, her lips hovering over yours and pulling back when you reach up too close to kiss her. âReally?â she whispers, brushing her nose against yours as she wraps herself around you, âYou want to touch me, baby?â
A whimper escapes you. âYes. Please, I need to touch you.â
Rio sucks in a harsh breath, gripping your jaw for a moment, just looking at you before pouncing down like a cat. Her lips attach to yours in a tender but controlling kiss, moaning into your mouth as you brush your tongue against hers. She begins slamming her hips down against you again, whining into the kiss.Â
This time when you tug, you pull hard and the restraints fall with your wrists. Not wasting a second, you reach down and grip her waist finding her skin warm to the touch now. Rio leans into the touch, pressing her body down to yours as tight as possible.
âYou feel so good, so warm,â you pant against her lips, nipping at her lower lip playfully as your hands slides to her backside. You indulge for a moment, squeezing to see her reaction; she groans, grinding her hips hard enough for the pressure to build up on your own clit, âFuck, yes.â
Rio swallows your gasp, unable to keep her lips off yours. With your grip hard and secure, you help move her up and down, lifting your own hips up to meet her halfway. Your eagerness drives Rio crazy, warming her stomach with desire and adoration for you; she leans down whining against your lips, brushing over them every few seconds as you thrust into her.
âWanna see you come,â you mumble incoherently, eyes wide with feral desire. All you have is one goal and that is to make her unravel before your eyes.
Rio groans possessively at that, sliding her tongue through your lips in a quick goodbye before she sits up again. She literally rips the corset still covering you, throwing it to the side. Her nails dig into your stomach as she holds for balance, keeping her hooded brown eyes locked to you. Sheâs close, you can tell by the faltering grinds, the moans bordering on whines, how her legs suddely weaken, allowing you to move her instead.
With quick movements, you let go of her backside and slide a hand between her legs. Your thumb presses at her clit, rubbing hard circles as she gasps, twitching on top of you. âCome for me,â you beg, âPlease.â
âSay it,â Rio demands between gasps, hanging on by a thread.
You immediately know what sheâs requesting and grip her hip tightly. âIâm yours, Rio.â
With your clear, certain words, Rioâs neck snaps back, body arching as she slams down onto your cock. You keep thrusting up, grinding into her and rubbing your thumb over her clit, watching with parted lips at the work of art on top of you. Her skin flushes as she reaches her high, red blooming over her chest, neck, those rosy cheeks.
You canât help but lean up, ignoring the pain in your abdomen muscles at the stretch; you need your lips attached to her in some way. Your mouth finds her neck, sinking your teeth possessively; Rioâs hand curves around to the back of your neck to hold you tight against her, gasping, panting, barely able to utter a word, but her eagerness for you to stay is all the praise you need.
âY/N, baby,â Rio moans, voice hoarse, hips twitching as your thumb decides to slow down and let her ride her way back down. Only when she tugs on your hair do you slide your thumb away, holding onto her ass instead to help her gently grind until sheâs had enough.
Rio hums in satisfaction as she climbs off your lap, rolling until sheâs lying by your side. She pulls you into her arms and you eagerly bury your face in her neck, letting her earthy scent melt over you. You refused to squirm despite the painful pulse of neglect between your thighs; youâre determined to take your punishment as is. Perhaps youâll be rewarded tomorrow morning for it, orâ
âYouâve been so good, sweetheart,â Rio murmurs against your nest of hair, leaving a gentle lingering kiss on your forehead, âDo you think you deserve a reward?â Rio asks, playfully nipping at your ear.
You canât help but softly whimper at the teasing touch, already feeling her hand creeping up around your waist. âI deserve what you feel like giving.â
Perfect answer. You can tell from Rioâs wolf-like grin as she slithers down, leaving soft yet possessive kisses along your skin. She slows once she reaches your stomach, taking her time to mark you, claim you, making sure you have a reminder of who you belong to. The leather cock is long gone by now, thrown onto the floor as Rio undoes the harness with ease.
âPlease,â you sigh, squirming up against her stomach, ensuring she can feel just how soaked you are for her. The warm slick pulls a groan from the depths of her throat. Rio scratches your sides on her way down until she reaches your thighs, tugging them over her shoulder. She takes no moment to observe, to tease, to lick the wetness around your inner thighs. No, Rio dives right in like a hungry wolf, unable to contain herself from slipping her tongue directly through to your inner walls.
You feel yourself immediately clamping down around her hot, expert tongue as she curls it, swirls, finding every spot to make you weak in her arms. Youâve been so worked up youâre already so close â which is likely why sheâs avoided your throbbing clit. Letting her savour the moment, you arch your back and dig your fingers into her scalp, pushing her further into your wet core.
âGod, IâmâFuck, this isââ you stumble and stutter around, unable to form a coherent sentence, already seeing spots in your vision. The pleasure is searing, bordering painful from the edging, from her neglection, from the pressure of her pounding on top of you, âRio, fuck, donât stop, please.â
Rio hums against you in answer, the vibrations rushing straight through to your clit. It has you gasping, thighs tightening around her head. Youâre worried for a moment on how she could possibly breathe down there but Rio simply growls hungrily, sliding her tongue out to lick through your slit, refusing to let a drop go to waste.Â
Before you can protest, feeling so empty, Rioâs fingers replace her tongue, curling in deliciously hitting that spot that makes you see stars. She allows your thrown back head, allows you to groan and moan and thrust your hips up against her face, her fingers. Seeing you so free, taken with pleasure is an astonishing sight for her.Â
âI wannaâFuck, please, please make me come,â you moan out pathetically, your cheeks flushing in humiliation at how desperate you sound. But Rio lets out a sound, one that borders on painful and you glance down to look at her expression. She looks completely taken, her eyes blown wide, nothing but adoration and a deep desire in them. She looks just as desperate as you do when she flicks her tongue over your clit, sucking it into her mouth.
Itâs that moment when she looks at you with darkened, powerful eyes that flash black, a colour youâve never seen before in them. The fear mixed with the excitement of her power has you moaning like a whore, loud and high as you reach your climax. Rioâs right there to hold you through it, fucking her fingers through the wet tightness of your walls.Â
She doesnât stop, not until there are tears slipping down your cheeks as you push against her head. She marks her way back up again, leaving bright colours over your skin until she reaches your parted, panting lips. Rio doesnât kiss you, just looks at you, looks through you. Her hand feels hot against your cheek, but itâs fleeting, as if youâre fragile and precious to her.Â
The sound of footsteps catches your attention, forcing Rio to snap out of her hypnosis; she turns back to see Agatha standing by the door, leaning on the ledge with a smirk.
âSatisfied?â
Rio huffs in soft laughter, leaning back on the pillow with an arm stretched behind her head. âVery.â
Agatha hums, nodding as she steps forward. âGood,â the witch states, taking her time as she pulls the strings at the back of her dress, âItâs my turn. Letâs see if youâve learnt your lesson, little dove.â
The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 9
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Summary:
Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...
CHAPTER WARNINGS! -- (18+ ONLY) SEXUAL CONTENT + MAMA KINK
Breakfast, or rather, lunch at this hour, is heavy. The tension can be felt in the air, tasted, even, with how thick it is in the air. Itâs choking you, forcing you to clear your throat every now and then to fill the silence. Agatha and Rio seem comfortable enough, humming to themselves as they butter their bread and swirl it in soup. Rio even reaches over to you with the end of her bread dripping into her open hand, and you open wide and bite, giving a shy smile of gratitude.
Itâs awkward, or maybe itâs just you being awkward, not knowing how to act around them after the night â and morning â you just had together. How can they act so normal after that? How can they sit there humming and grinning at each other as if you havenât invaded their relationship? Why donât they hate you?
âLittle dove, your thoughts are far too loud,â Agatha breaks the silence with a sigh, pairing it with a soft smile to you. Her eyes are glowing after the sleep she had, the desire youâve been seeing in them sated now. Is that all it was? All you are? An itch that needed to be scratched and now they sit together, exchanging light and tender touches, their eyes communicated with one another while you sit as stiff as a board.
Rio groans, annoyed at your shyness and apparent awkwardness. âWere we not clear enough?â she asks, chugging down her cup of water.
âI justââ you start, hesitating, voice so hoarse from your silence that you need to clear your throat as a blush taints your cheeks, âI donât understand what this meansâŚâ
Rio sighs, turning to talk to Agatha in a whisper. âDid she not read your book?â
Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Her book? Did she mean the history book Agatha wrote on witches?
âApparently not all of it,â Agatha says, sending a playful glare your way. You turn away at being caught listening in on their quiet conversation, your blush even deeper now, trailing down your neck. They both follow it with their eyes, already hungry for more as they reach your free breasts covered by a thin white gown.
Rio suddenly grunts, snapping her head up as black colours the veins in her neck. You immediately get up, concern written all over your face. Agatha beats you to it with a hand to Rioâs cheeks, soothing her with a hum and understanding eyes.
âIt has been too long,â Rio says, her voice dark and distorted. Begrudgingly, she forces herself to stand up, âI have to go to work. I donât know how long Iâll be gone,â she finally meets your eyes, stepping towards you; her hand reaches up, fingertips gently stroking your jaw, âBut I will be back. I promise.â
Leaning your cheek into her grounding touch, a soft sigh escapes your lips to hers as she presses closer, leaving a tender but firm lingering kiss on your lips. When your eyes finally flutter open, you see sheâs doing the same to Agatha, the two of them holding each other in a passionate embrace as they say goodbye.
A few moments later, Rioâs standing on the porch dressed in a flowy, forest green gown with intricate patterns along the hood. She turns once, giving the two of you a kiss from her hand before disappearing in a poof of green smoke. If anything, youâre even more confused than you were earlier. What was that black in her veins? Where did Rio have to go? Why couldnât you sense what type of Magick that was?
Agatha can see the questions running through your mind and pulls you into her arms, running her fingers through your hair. âAll will be answered, little dove. Why donât we head down to my study?â
Itâs less messy this time round when you hesitantly walk into her study. Less being the key word here; the shelves are still overflowing with stacks on the ground, but at least itâs organised now. The first case is filled with spellbooks, the second history and social commentary, and the third literature. Agatha fusses at her desk for a moment while you stroll carefully, brushing the tips of your fingers along the broken leather spines of her books.
âWhat did you read the last time you were here?â Agatha asks, taking a seat in the large armchair by the equally large plant Rioâs likely put here.
âUh, I couldnât really understand most of the spellbooks I picked up, so IâŚâ you hesitate, cheeks tinted pink now that you remember the last thing you read here. It was sexual by nature, a chapter on the impact of sharing pleasure within the witch community.
Agatha lifts a teasing brow. âYouâŚ?â she trails on, urging you to finish your thought. You refuse to, remaining stubborn as your teeth chew at your bottom lip. Instead, you march over to the bookcase and scan until you find the book you were reading. Agatha simply waits patiently until you walk towards her and timidly place the book in her hands.
âThis one,â you murmur, to which Agatha snorts and shakes her head, glancing down to see which book it is.Â
A knowing expression takes over Agathaâs face, her brows relaxing and, lips curling into a soft smile. âDid you read it all?â Agatha asks, you shake your head ânoâ, âWould you like to go over it together?âÂ
Agatha gives you no room to answer, instead tapping on her lap for you to take a seat. Shifting uncomfortably as you step side to side, your heart thuds so incredibly hard in your chest you fear it may fall out and land all bloody over Agathaâs poor lap.
âY/N,â Agatha says sternly, lifting a brow that screams authority. With a gulp, you turn and slowly take a seat on her knee, barely putting any pressure. The witch below you sighs heavily, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you closer and adjust you until the two of you are comfortable enough.
For a moment, your mind flickers back to Rio wondering if this is something she would approve of, or whether she would be upset at you and Agatha for engaging in such behaviour without her. But before you can think about that in any more depth, Agatha opens the book up straight to the chapter about her life.
âDid you read this one?â she asks softly, her breath warm against your ear. You gulp again and shake your head ânoâ, âWhy not?â Agathaâs tone is delicate, curious, but not angry. It feels safe enough for you to answer, to be vulnerable without fear of rejection.
âIâI wanted toâI, well, I thought it would be wrong to read such intimate details about your life. Not without your permission.â
Agatha hums. âWell, I did give you permission to read whatever you would like to from my study, did I not?â Agatha reasons but you shake your head again, brows knitted together.
âNo, itâs wrong to learn about you from a book. I want to learn about you from you.â
Agatha stays silent and you immediately think you have said the wrong thing. But she pulls you closer, burrowing her nose into the back of your neck to leave a gentle kiss against your skin. âYou really are a treasure, little dove.â
You shift, blushing all over at the attention. âIâm not, not really.â
Agatha laughs under her breath, nipping at your skin in warning. âDid I not ask you to stop that?â she changes the topic back, âNow, what would you like to know?â
Suddenly, youâre stuck. Every question you had thought of has disappeared out of your mind. You end up settling on, âUh, whatever you feel comfortable telling me?âÂ
Closing the book with a sigh, Agatha sets it on the table to the side of the chair, leaning back to get comfortable once sheâs done. You turn over your shoulder to sneak a glance at her but see her staring right at you with a soft expression that twists your insides. Youâve never felt this comfortable with someone; itâs catching you off guard and youâre not entirely sure how to cope with the way youâre feeling. All of it ends up being channelled into awkwardness and youâre terrified itâs going to make Agatha think you donât want this, but you do. God, you do, so badly you think youâve never wanted anything more.
âI was born in Salem, to a coven and a mother that did notâŚwant me.â
Snapping your head back with a look of shock, but also understanding, you catch the vulnerability flashing in her eyes. âYour father?â
Agatha snickers at that. âWitches have never needed men,â she answers humouredly before carrying on, âMy mother was cruel because my powers were different. I can siphon it from others, and as a child figuring this out came withâŚconsequences.â
You can already decipher what she meant by that as her eyes darken, staring off over your shoulder. âThat must have been difficult.â
Agatha breaks out of her daydream to look at you with furrowed brows. âNo, my powers are fairly easy to navigate, I just didnât understand what was happening.â
With a subtle, nervous lip bite, you raise a hand and gently hold her warm cheek. âI mean having no one to guide you and tell you itâs okay.â
A surprising but happy warmth takes over her eyes as she gazes into yours, softly leaning her face into your gentle hand. âOh.â
âIâm sorry,â you pout, knowing exactly how it feels to be isolated, âItâs not easy, being alone. And to pair that with cruelty from your own blood? God, no child should ever have to go through that. Especially someone asâŚâ
âAs?â Agatha urges on, a hint of desperation in her tone as she waits to hear what you truly think of her.
âEspecially someone with a heart as gentle as yours,â you whisper, eyes remaining tender.
Agathaâs lips part for a moment, not expecting you or anyone to see her that way, see past the protective walls she has carefully put up. âThatâsââ she starts, but sheâs unable to finish her sentence, choking on her words. Wordlessly, she decides to show you how youâve made her feel by leaning forward until her lips brush yours, as gentle as ever.
Hitching your breath, you lean to reciprocate, sighing into her mouth as you suck on her bottom lip gently, fuelled by the soft whine she lets out. Her hands grip at your waist to turn you until youâre straddling her, gently rolling your hips as your tongue confidently swipes her lower lip. But the moment she pulls back to part them and let you in, you suddenly pull back, remembering Rio.
âOh, God, this is wrong, Iâm so sorry! Whatâs Rio going to think? This is beyond disrespectââ
Agatha growls, rolling her eyes at you before shushing you with another kiss. âRio can have you later,â she says simply, possessively, wrapping her arms around you until youâre flush to her and unable to say no again. You canât, you wonât, not when sheâs kissing you with such fire, hands roaming, groping, memorising the way your body feels in her palms.
The anxious thoughts running through your head as gone as quickly as they appeared, losing yourself in her touch, her tongue, those delicate but strong hands, gentle but moving with intent. They know what they want; Agatha knows what she wants, her fingers already playing a soft tune along your spine until she reaches the base. They grip, squeeze, play with your ass forcing you to grind faster against her.Â
Youâre embarrassingly wet, so soaked youâre sure she can somehow feel it already, sense it, even smell it if she just leans her head down a little. She does, pulling away from your eager, pouty lips to kiss at your neck, already marked bright with her lips. She smirks at the marks, at you, as if you are her canvas and sheâs prideful of her work of art.
Every kiss here is softer than it was the night before, delicate little pecks over the bruised skin as if in soft apology, or affection, or everything. God, sheâs everything, doing everything, making you feel everything. Sheâs all you want now, you think, whimpering softly with each kiss to your skin. Itâs as if your sounds fuel her, give her power to continue, to keep taking, giving, taking, givingâŚ
âAgathaâŚâ you moan her name sensually, right into her ear in a soft sigh, breath hot against her. She canât help but moan back at the sound, fingers tightening their grip, spreading you obscenely as you groan again, âFuck, please.â
She makes you beg no more, wanting you just as desperately as you want her. Thereâs no push, only pull for the next few seconds as she drags your gown high over your thighs, gasping when her slithering hand finds your naked cunt within seconds.Â
âNude? My, my, you really are naughty, arenât you, sweetheart?â she smirks deliciously, fingers pressing into your naked heat as wicked as the expression taking over her face. The moan that slips out is involuntary, but she soaks it in and it fuels her confidence further, âYouâre so wet already, itâs almost pathetic.â
She practically spits the word out; itâs twinged with darkness, laced with a hidden shot of venom, and, fuck, itâs addictive. You didnât think your body would react this way but it does, rolling, writhing, whining for more. It is pathetic, and you will happily be so for her.
Agathaâs pleased with your reaction, growling into your neck and sinking her teeth into your skin the same moment she sinks two fingers into your pulsing walls. Back arching into her, you gasp and moan, immediately bouncing your hips up and down to start a rhythm.
âSo beautiful,â Agatha whispers, more to herself than to you as she sighs, pants against the skin of your neck. She lets you control the rhythm, lets you bounce, roll, grind your hips however you please, âTaking me so well, little dove.â
Keening at her praises, your heart swells and thuds in your chest. Your head falls down onto her shoulder, burying deep into her, inhaling as much of her lavender and honey scent as you can. Agatha allows a moment or two of indulgence just because of how whiney you sound as you leak into her palm, grinding slowly to catch her wrist against your clit. But eventually she grips your hair with her free hand and pulls you back.
âEyes on me, sweetling,â Agatha demands, almost hissing in her commanding tone.
She works you up with her fingers, curling them expertly with each thrust as you come down, brushing her thumb over your clit every now and then just to keep you on that edge, all while keeping those lust-filled dark eyes locked to yours. This is power for her, you realise, giving you pleasure, but taking away your control of it. Itâs the way she plays you, how she slows her fingers down and scissors them to tease, to feel every inch of your tight, wet heat, how she leans in to lick at your bottom lip, to peck your mouth but deny you when you lean in for more. The look in her eyes is prideful, high on power, so cruel but somehow filled with adoration; it drives you to insanity.Â
âFuck, please, I cannot take it any longer,â you burst out, moaning, groaning, fingers digging into her shoulders. By now, your gown is wet with sweat, nipples peaking against the thin material. Agatha simply smirks, eyes flashing with pleasure at your desperation. She continues to ignore your words, keeping her pace deliberately slow and teasing, and then leans down to lay her tongue flat through your gown right against your nipple, âAh, please, Agatha, please, I need toââ you choke on your words, unable to finish as you break out into a series of whiney moans as she sucks your bud into her hungry mouth.
âYou need?â Agatha urges you to finish, going right back to her attack on your chest. You can feel her teeth through your gown, sharp and dangerously teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure as they bite down.
Your mind is empty at this point, filled with nothing but want as you begin to bounce your hips again to chase your high, but Agathaâs free hand is at the curve of your hip quickly, stopping you from moving. Youâre practically on the verge of tears now, pouting deeply as you look down at her; she has not an ounce of sympathy as she meets your gaze, eyes glimmering with playfulness as her mouth continues sucking your nipple, tongue circling it before flicking over it again and again.
A broken moan escapes as a tear falls, your cunt aching with the need for release. âIâm sorry, please, Iâm so sorry,â you begin crying out, thinking this must be some sort of punishment, âMama, please, I need you so badââ
âSay that again.â
Your head snaps back down at the hoarseness in her voice, the shakiness in her words. The hand on your hips creeps up until itâs at your jaw, tightening and pulling you closer to her lips. Youâre mere inches away, panting into each otherâs parted lips.
âI need you, Mama,â you whisper, whimper, meeting her halfway as your lips crash together in a wet clash of teeth and tongue. You pull back, lips stringing with hers, âI need you to make me come, Mama,â you whisper again, swallowing her whimpers with another kiss, âI need your fingers,â you add, licking into her mouth, âYour hands,â she squeezes your hips, âYour tongue,â Agatha groans again, adjusting so her hand is flat. Itâs painful this way, you know, but for you it feels so fucking good, her fingers pushing in deeper than before, âYes, just like that, please, fuck, donât stop.â
Agatha couldnât stop now even if she wanted to, too overtaken with lust for you. Her pace is angry, desperate, primal as she pushes her hand up against your bouncing movements; itâs hard, her palm slapping lewdly against your bare, glistening lips. The sound drives you mad, chest and cheek flushing pink with a strange mix of humiliation and excitement.
âAre you mine?â Agatha asks, pants, âReally?âÂ
You groan, head thrown back, lost in pleasure. Your hands come down to squeeze at your chest, both you and Agatha groaning at that for very different reasons. âYes,â you hiss out, vaguely hearing her question between the pounding of your heart in your ears and the white noise taking over as you creep closer and closer to your climax, âFuck, Mama, Iâm yours.â
The guttural sound that escapes her is unlike one youâve ever heard before and it sends shocks down your spine straight to your core. Your movements become just as erratic as hers as she manages to slip a third finger in, stretching you deliciously. Itâs pain, pleasure, and pure ecstasy as she pants soothing whispers into your ear.
âYouâre doing so good for me, sweetling,â she praises, âYou make the prettiest sounds,â she coos, âI canât believe youâre finally mine,â she growls, pressing against your clit with more determination now, eyes wide and desperate to see you untamed as you come undone.
âGod, donât stop,â you whine, your sounds filthy, loud enough to scare the afternoon birds away. Itâs a moment frozen in time as your back arches, chest pushing into her face as your breath catches in your throat. You feel nothing but her, hear nothing but her, see nothing but those darkened blue eyes before yours shut tight in pleasure.
Agathaâs right there with you, soothing you as you ride your climax, her fingers still pushing you through it despite how tightly youâre throbbing around them. Her mouth finds your chest again, sucking with hunger, kisses moving up until she reaches the skin of your neck and she bites, deep and hard, not bothering to soothe it with a lick of her tongue before going to another patch, and another, claiming you.
She only stops when your moans turn into soft mewls, panting as your hand sifts through Agathaâs wild hair. God, youâre obsessed with it; with her.
âHow do you feel?â Agatha asks, pulling back to kiss your lips gently. Her natural pout remains as she pulls away, eyes glued to your swollen pink lips.
You gaze down at her with tenderness, stroking the hairs at the back of her neck. âFree.â
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this is just p*rn at this point lmfao (is anyone actually complaining tho?)
