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To Yearn Is But To Know The Ache

Summary: Ever since his childhood, Aegon knows you to be reliable. You are his maid and you have helped him hide his love affairs for as long as he can remember. You are always there, until one day you aren’t anymore.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Maid!Reader

Word count: 5177 words

Warnings: no description for the reader except she’s female, longing, yearning, infidelity, brief abuse from alicent, forbidden love, friends to lovers, soft!miserable!aegon, bittersweet ending, open ending, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This is based on this request. I hope you like it, even though I changed some things about the ending. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy 💛

The first time you helped him hide his love affairs was when he was fifteen.

You, a young maid of the castle, personally dedicated to him because you were his age, came unannounced to his room one morning, believing he was still asleep.

Instead, you found him in bed with a woman considerably older than him. She was naked, and so was he.

You had accidentally dropped the tray containing his wine and breakfast, and the loud sound of a plate breaking on the hard stone floor of the castle had immediately jolted him and the whore awake.

His eyes had widened when he saw you standing in the doorway, so confused and innocent.

"Apologies, I—I did not mean to disturb you," you stammered uncertainly, already stumbling back a step.

"No, stop, wait!" the young prince quickly called after you, while the woman was already getting up, putting on her thin dress, and counting the gold coins the prince had drunkenly pressed into her hand the night before.

You stood there, confused, looking down at the floor with flushed cheeks, as he was still naked and you could see almost everything of him.

"I—" he began, but then stopped again. What could he possibly say in this situation? You saw it.

"She has to get out of here," he finally said pleadingly.

You stood in the doorway for another moment, wiping your clammy hands on your already dirty apron. He did not want to know how much work you had already had to do while he was still lying in bed, sleeping peacefully next to the woman who had taken his virginity the night before. It was the first time he had ever slept with a woman.

The prince's gaze was pleading, and you could not help but quickly rush to the chest where the laundry was kept. You pressed several dirty sheets into the woman's hands before heading straight to His Grace‘s wardrobe.

You pulled out a rather unassuming brown cloak and draped it over the woman's shoulders, concealing the thinness of her dress. The front was concealed by the amount of linen she was carrying.

Aegon admired, wide-eyed, how quickly you acted and how quickly you seemed to know what to do.

It was still clear that this woman did not belong to the castle, but since it was early morning, you simply hoped that the people milling around would not pay any special attention to the two of you.

No one paid any attention to the servants.

"You follow me, keep your head down, and do not say a word, understand?" you asked the strange woman, who was almost two heads taller than you.

She scoffed: "Why should anyone listen to you, little one? It seems to me you only recently started working here if you think this will actually work."

Your gaze lowered again, but Aegon sat up in his bed, the sheets wrapped around his waist so his lower half would be covered.

"And you are a whore I paid to follow me into my chambers. She is in my service. You will listen to her and you will ask no questions," he commanded in a firm voice he hardly recognized himself as using.

The woman bowed slightly. "Of course, my prince."

A small smile played at the corners of your mouth, and you curtsied as well. "Thank you, my prince."

With these words, you finally turned around and hurried out of the chambers with the woman in tow, hoping you would not be approached.

And you were lucky.

No one noticed you smuggling the prince's whore out of his chambers.

They did not notice the second time, nor the third, nor the fourth. The fifth time, you thought you were invisible, because how could it be that no one noticed the two giggling ladies who were still drunkenly following you around before you released them onto one of the secret passageways?

The years passed, and you continued to serve the eldest prince. You brought him breakfast and wine, laid out his clothes, made his bed, and smuggled the women he paid to sleep with him out of the castle.

It made him happy, and you enjoyed his gratitude.

However, something also changed as time passed.

You were no longer just his maid, but also his friend. The only one he had.

You were like the only shining star in a dark night sky. Like the single ray of moonlight that fell through the clouds at night.

He was your prince. The man to whom you were subordinate and to whom you had to show obedience, otherwise you would lose your work. You truly liked him, with all your heart and soul, but you knew you could not allow yourself to dream. You were merely a servant, and if you were gone, he would probably simply replace you.

A knock on the wooden door to your small chamber awoke you, still in bed, startled because for a moment you thought you had accidentally overslept and left your prince waiting.

But to your surprise, it was still the middle of the night.

Sleepily, still wearing only your thin nightgown, your hair loose and messy, you trudged to the door and opened it, only to find Aegon standing before you, a grin on his lips.

"Good morning, my little mouse," he greeted you in a mischievous tone. The one you knew all too well.

You were both grown up by now. He was married with two children, and you were still his favorite handmaiden. His only friend and the only person he trusted wholeheartedly.

"My prince? It is the middle of the night," you said sleepily, even stifling a yawn.

"True, yes. And please, call me Aegon. I have been telling you that for years," he replied with a sigh as he leaned against the doorframe, his amethyst-colored eyes looking you up and down.

He so rarely saw you without your uniform. He thought you were much prettier without it.

"And I keep telling you that I cannot."

A theatrical sigh escaped him and he hung his head. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"Why not? We are alone right now, are we not?" he asked you, shaking his head, which made his already uncombed strands of hair even more tangled.

"That is true, but someone could come by at any time, and if they hear me call you by name, I risk losing my job," you explained seriously, folding your arms across your chest.

"But no one is coming right now!" the prince argued.

Now you were the one who sighed. "Why are you here, Aegon?"

When he heard his name roll off your tongue, he immediately looked back up at you, his eyes shining as if you had just breathed new life into them.

"I came because I wanted to ask you, my dear, if you would accompany me to the city?"

You looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Are you mad?" you asked him, your eyes widening, your fingers tightening on the handle of your door. You could slam the door in his face at any time, because you knew he would not report it. He needed you so you could hide all his affairs.

But you did not know that he did not need you just for that. He needed you like a flower needs the sun.

"Possibly," he replied with a chuckle. "So, what is your answer?"

"No!" you said immediately, perhaps a little louder than necessary.

"Shhh, little mouse, not so loud," he quickly countered, placing a hand over your mouth, which you quickly removed.

"Do not call me that," you said quickly, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

"What? You mean mouse? But that is what you are. My quiet little mouse," he replied instead, a smile forming on his lips and a playful gleam in his eyes.

"You are awful," you said instead, which made him chuckle in turn.

"So is that a yes or a no?" he asked again, leaning a little closer, causing your breathing to quicken.

"A no," you answered, and he nodded.

He had known you would not come with him. You would not make it that easy.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Oh, you hated that grin.

"Go away, you fool," you giggled, closing the door with rosy cheeks.

The prince sighed, turned, and disappeared into the entrance to the secret passages known to few in the castle.

He hoped he would be able to show them to you thoroughly one day.

The next time Prince Aegon knocked on your door in the middle of the night, it was neither quiet nor discreet. It was panicked and loud, and you jumped out of bed the moment you heard it.

You rushed to the door, your nightgown wrinkled and not quite right in places, and your hair a disaster, and opened it, and what you saw broke your heart.

Aegon stood at your door, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks like waterfalls and a fear in his eyes that made you tremble.

"My prince?" you asked cautiously, and just as you were about to lean toward him and place a gentle hand on his arm, he practically threw himself into your arms.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.

You were overwhelmed. What was happening?

"Please, please, I do not want to—I cannot—" he cried desperately.

Your hands wandered into your hair and you tried to calm him by running your fingers through his mane.

"What do you not want, my prince?" you asked him in a gentle voice, even though you were more confused than ever.

"I do not want to be king, please, please—I cannot," he sobbed, his whole body shaking.

His crying grew louder, and you took slow steps backward, pulling him with you, until you were finally able to close the door and you stood alone with him in your dark, small room.

He had only been in here once or twice before, but he would stay here forever if it meant he would not have to wear the crown.

"What happened?"

He did not answer, just shook his head and watered your thin nightgown with his desperate tears. Meanwhile, he held on tight. The warmth of your body mingled with his and your scent filled his nostrils.

You were so warm and soft and all he wanted was to lose himself in you.

"Aegon?" you begged as you began to stroke his back tenderly, choosing to call him by his name this time.

Another sob escaped him before he finally managed to take a deep breath: "My father is dead."

Your eyes widened and his shoulders tensed, your hands no longer roaming his back.

You were holding the soon-to-be King of the Seven Kingdoms in your arms. You. A simple servant.

Since the moment the queen chose you as his maid, since the moment you first helped him hide his love affairs, you were his friend.

A good friend. Probably his only one.

And, by the gods, he needed you. When you were not there to brighten his days, he did not know what to do.

"They will crown me king, but I... I do not want that," he whimpered through tears that still wet his cheeks and made his face shine in the soft moonlight.

You nodded understandingly, because you have had this conversation before. The last time a few weeks ago, the first time three years ago.

"I want to be free, I want to live my life," he finally said, leaning back slowly so he could look into your eyes.

Your beautiful eyes, in which he could lose himself day after day and which he dreamed of at night. Over and over again, as if he were cursed.

But even if you were a witch, he would still run after you. Even if you had him under a curse, he would still come back to you again and again.

"Why are you here?" you asked him gently, tilting your head. You probably understood him better than anyone else, but you did not know why he had come to you tonight.

Deep down, you probably did know, but you did not want to admit it.

"I need help. I want to get away from here. I want to live a different life somewhere, a better one, and I wanted to ask you for help."

You shook your head, but he was not finished.

"Help me escape, darling."

"No, I—" you immediately tried to contradict him, but he was once again faster than you.

"Please, I beg you. I need to get out of here. This life… it is killing me."

"But your family?" you asked him cautiously. He would miss his mother, his brother, and his sister-wife, not to mention his little twins, whom you thought were so adorable.

Sometimes, when he was playing alone with them, he would ask you to come over. He was always happy with them, and you had never seen him smile so radiantly as the time little Jaehaerys wanted to be held by you.

"Mother will be furious, Aemond probably even happy, and Helaena... she will be better off without me. She deserves rest," he explained, a small, rueful smile creeping onto his lips. It held no humor at all.

"And your children?" you asked him, tenderly taking his hand in yours.

A year ago, you would never have taken his hand just like that, but, like everything in the world, it developed slowly.

Like the sun slowly rising over a hill. Only yours had not risen yet, but was just peeking over the hill.

"I love them. They are everything to me, but my sister is a wonderful mother. She can handle it," he said with a nod, and it almost seemed as if he would want to convince himself.

"Aegon—" you tried again, but he interrupted you again.

"Please," he begged. "I am desperate. I am afraid."

Another single tear rolled down his cheek, and in that moment you knew you would do anything he said.

Not because you had to, because he was your prince, but because you wanted to.

Because he was your friend.

You let go of him and hurried to your wardrobe. You pulled out two cloaks. A brown one for you so you could accompany him to one of the exits, and a light blue one for him so he could hide his silver hair under a hood out there.

He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders, buttoning up the cloak, and pulled the hood over his head while you did the same.

Silver strands of hair stood out, and a gentle smile spread across your lips.

You walked over to him and carefully tucked the strands into his hood, so that it would not be obvious that he was a Targaryen at first glance.

He smiled, and you smiled back.

And for a moment, Aegon's world made sense again.

"Come with me," the prince suggested as you stood together before one of the many entrances to the secret passages.

He held out a hand, one foot in the doorway and the other in the hallway where you still stood, your cloak wrapped tightly around your narrow shoulders. The expression on his handsome face was hopeful, and his eyes shone.

"I do not think that is possible," you sighed, clasping your hands together.

"Why?" he asked, always persistent.

"I work here. This is my life," you said, because that was what you truly believed. You did not consider that he could give you a new life. One by his side.

A shadow fell over his face, but still he nodded and took another step into the dark corridor.

"Good luck, Aegon," you said in a tender, loving voice.

"Good luck, little mouse," he replied, and you closed the door.

Aegon straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath before turning and running.

He did not hear one of the guards suddenly grab your arm, how you argued, how you pleaded.

He ran and you cried.

They found him drunk under the altar of the Mother in the Great Sept.

The White Worm had promised to hide him, but instead, Arryk and Erryk found him, followed by Ser Criston and Aemond.

He begged Aemond to let him go, to let him find a ship so he could sail away, but instead, they dragged him back to the castle against his will.

His mother had been disappointed; she hit him, told him he should eat something, and that a servant would be here shortly to help him wash and dress for his coronation ceremony.

The door to his chambers opened, and he did not even turn around. He was used to this. He knew you would probably come now, put a hand on his shoulder, and tell him everything would be all right.

But none of that happened.

"How would you like your bath, Your Grace?" a strange voice asked him.

He immediately turned to the person, his eyebrows furrowing as he realized you were not there.

Another maid stood at the door. Young, pretty, but she was not you.

No one was like you.

"My maid. Where is she?" he asked in the most authoritative tone he could muster.

The servant shook her head and looked down at the floor. "She is gone, Your Grace."

"Gone?" he asked immediately, standing up so quickly that his chair creaked across the floor and the girl jumped.

"Where is she?" he persisted, clenching his hands into fists.

"In the dungeons, Your Grace," the new servant answered him honestly.

"And what in the Seven Hells is my maid doing in the dungeons?" he asked, his voice becoming increasingly harsh.

"She was seen helping you escape. The queen had her banished to the dungeons as punishment."

Aegon could not believe what his ears were hearing. You, his little mouse, the light of his life, were rotting like a common criminal down there in that dark, cold, rat-infested hole, all because you helped him escape, which, to his dismay, ultimately failed.

"What?" His voice was quiet, full of disbelief, and his breath was coming in short gasps.

You did not deserve this.

You deserved all the happiness in the world, and now you were locked up.

Because of him.

"Your bath?" the girl reminded him, and he nodded, but his mind was far away.

He thought of you and of how disappointed you must be for him. How frightened you must have been right now.

His coronation had been a complete disaster. For the first time in his life, he felt seen and loved by people, and then suddenly a dragon emerged from the ground and almost killed him and his entire family.

He now stood alone and lost in his new chambers—his father's. The stench of the Milk of the Poppy still polluted the air, and the large model of Old Valyria, which his father had spent years building instead of playing with him or his siblings, still stood proudly in the center of the room.

The Conqueror's Crown heavy on his head.

He hated it. He hated everything about it.

But most of all, he hated that he could not help you.

In the carriage, he had asked his mother what her plan was for you. She said that the dungeon was a just punishment for treason against the crown. She had not listened to reason. He had tried so hard.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He was the king. His word was law. He could do whatever he wanted.

Without thinking about anything, he hurried out of his father's chambers and headed toward the dungeons. Ser Arryk shouted something in his direction, but he did not hear.

He simply wanted to see you.

The dungeon was cold, wet, and dark, and your cell was no exception. You huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around your knees, which you held against your chest to give yourself some warmth and comfort.

You had been stripped of your handmaid's clothing, so you sat there in only your thin undergarment, which was now soiled.

You were told that the dungeon was only a temporary punishment and that Lord Larys Strong was still thinking about what to do with you.

Perhaps he would cut out your tongue? Have you whipped? Deny you food and drink so that you would wither like a flower? All of these things were possible, and you believed the man was capable of all of them.

He was frightening.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps in the distance, and you were already worried that your punishment awaited you. It would probably be even harsher than you could have imagined.

You had only wanted to help Aegon, and yet in the end, it had not achieved anything. Yet in the end, he had been crowned.

Your sacrifice had achieved absolutely nothing.

"Darling?" you suddenly heard a worried voice speak, and your eyes immediately widened.

"Aegon..." you whispered in disbelief.

He stood outside your cell, his hands clasped around the iron bars and the crown on his head. He looked beautiful, regal. But also sad.

"This is my fault," he said, shaking his head, causing a few strands of his silver hair to fall across his forehead.

"No," you replied immediately, sitting up slightly so that the light from the torches in the corridor cast shadows across your face. "You could not have known. I did not even know myself until the guards grabbed me."

Aegon let his forehead sink against the iron bars. "You should have come with me."

A soft laugh escaped you and you nodded. "Perhaps I should have, yes."

"We could have escaped together. We would probably be across the Narrow Sea by now. Imagine it. The two of us together in Essos or Yi Ti."

For a moment, you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined you two sailing across the sea together on a ship, reaching the shore of a city, finding a home, and starting a new life.

Together.

You rose from the dirty ground and walked slowly toward your prince—your king. His gaze softened, and you could see that he longed to hold you in his arms.

"What would we have been?" you asked him cautiously, and you too wrapped your hands around the cold bars of your cell. Your little finger almost touched his.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "What would you have wanted us to be?"

For a moment, you fought the urge to roll your eyes, but he was still the king. You had to show him respect, even if you were behind bars.

"We would have been friends... and maybe one day more than that," you confessed honestly.

He placed his little finger on yours, and you could feel warmth spreading across your cheeks. Blush. You blushed for him.

"I can imagine. We could have had a drink together one evening in a tavern or maybe a brothel—"

"I would not have gone to a brothel with you," you replied quickly, raising an eyebrow playfully. You knew of his lascivious nature and you would not have stopped him, but you certainly would not have gone to such a place with him.

"Fine, then to a tavern," he sighed. "We would have drunk wine together, and at one point I would have taken your hand. Of course, you would not have been able to resist my charms."

You just shook your head again and continued listening to him detail his fantasy.

"I would have leaned toward you, very slowly."

You had to swallow the lump in your throat as you pictured it in detail: "I would have put a finger on your lips and told you you were an idiot."

He laughed, and you saw that it came from his heart. For the first time since he came to you, his eyes sparkled again, and your heart leaped.

"I would have taken your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers and told you you were the most annoying, beautiful woman in the world."

You leaned your head next to his and could feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. If only you had come with him. If only you had fled together.

"I am so sorry, Aegon," you said softly, but you meant it.

"Do not apologize to me, sweetling. Apparently this life was not meant for us," he said, turning so he could press a gentle kiss to your temple. He had never kissed you before, and he could only dream of what your lips would feel like.

"Aegon, I—"

Before you could utter the words that had been burning in your soul for years, a sudden clearing of the throat sounded not far from the two of you.

The king turned and stood across from Lord Larys Strong, the lord of Harrenhal. The man leaned on his crutch and regarded you with a knowing gaze. A shiver ran down your spine, and Aegon was not sure how to speak to him.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, but I came to speak with the prisoner," Larys said calmly.

Aegon had to bite back a scathing comment that would have insulted the man: "And I came to restore her to her previous role as a handmaiden."

Larys stepped closer to you, the echo of his heavy foot on the dungeon floor making it hard for you to breathe. "My king, she committed treason by helping you escape in the night."

"But I am back. I am the king. I decide the fate of my prisoners," he replied to the older man, who smiled in a way that made him instinctively stand up straighter.

"Just imagine the image this decision would paint. It could give villains the courage to break into the castle without fear of punishment. Servants might reconsider their loyalties. Do you really want to be seen as weak?" Lord Larys asked him in the same calm voice as before.

"No, certainly not," said the king. He needed you around him and he could not bear to see you in this cell, but perhaps the castle was no longer a place for you.

Perhaps you finally deserved better than this.

He looked into your eyes—into those beautiful, pure eyes—and he knew he had made a decision, even if you would not ike it.

"Can you be discreet?"

"Very discreet, Your Grace."

"Take her away from here. As far as possible, so she will be safe. She will live in a house, be treated like a lady. She will want for nothing," he said firmly.

Your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand. You could not believe it. You did not want to leave. All you wanted was to stay with him and continue to be his servant.

"No, please—"

"I will have her taken to Essos. I know a place. She will be fine there," Strong assured his king with a nod.

The cell keys jingled loudly as he pulled them from his cloak. You watched as he opened the cell door and placed a hand on your arm. You obeyed without a word and stepped out of the cell.

The cell door slammed shut behind you, and without wasting a second, Aegon wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest.

"I will leave you alone for a moment," the lord said, hobbling a few steps toward the dungeon exit where he would be waiting for you.

Your king's face was buried in your hair, and he held you so tightly it almost hurt. Your arms were also wrapped around him, and all he could think about was that he could not let you go.

You were one of the only things keeping him alive.

"You cannot go. You cannot," he murmured into your curls.

The mere thought that you would not be there to shoo him out of bed in the morning, to choose the right clothes for him, spending hours looking for him and talking to him about everything and nothing was frightening.

He did not want to imagine it.

"He is right, you know? I do not want people to see you as weak. You will be a good king, even without my services," you whispered gently.

You did not want to leave him either. Especially not now, but Lord Strong was right. It might be a way to shed real light on him if he reinstated you as his servant. After all, you committed treason against the crown when you helped him escape.

"I do not know how I am going to manage this."

A smile formed on your lips and you stroked his back. "You have an experienced council that will support you. You just have to lean into them."

The young king shook his head: "I do not know how to act."

"You just did it. You took action, and your decision is good. It is the right one," you answered him calmly and as gently as you could.

He hugged you even tighter. "But it does not feel right."

You leaned back and looked into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. His skin was warm and soft, and you wished you had had the courage to talk to him before.

"I love you," you finally said, your words honest and long overdue. You loved him when you were just a young girl and he was still the prince who woke up drunk and in bed with a new woman every day.

You saw the exact moment his eyes filled with tears and he realized he should have dragged you along against your will so you could now be together forever.

"Seven Hells, I love you too. I love you more than anything," he said, leaning his forehead against yours.

Even though you were dirty, cold, and would rather be anywhere but the dungeon, you were happy in his arms.

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"Kiss me when we meet again," you whispered, and he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your fingertips instead.

This was not a tavern, and you had not had anything to drink, but the moment was the same one you had talked about.

"I promise you, little mouse."

He watched you leave, and he could practically hear his heart breaking and feel his smile fade.

You had never been happier than you were in Essos, on a small estate as the lady of the house.

And Aegon?

He promised himself that one day he would see you again, so he could finally steal the kiss you had promised him.

Even if he was half-burned and full of shame.

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Tell me everything – Carlisle Cullen (smut)

This is what I'd do as a historian, ask Carlisle all about his past. So I had to push (y/n) into this scenario. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader asks Carlisle to read her paper on Europe in the 1680s, asking him for his insights as somebody who has lived through these times. It's only a matter of time until their talks about history turn into something completely different.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), quite some fluff

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (2.7k words)

“Doctor Cullen?” Her voice trembled as she knocked on his door. With her heart in her throat, she held her gaze focused on the door, almost forgetting how to breathe as Carlisle opened it.

“(Y/n), how many times have I told you to call me Carlisle?” His soft chuckles rang in her ears as he stepped aside to let her into his office. She had known Carlisle for a while, had been introduced to him months ago after befriending Alice and being invited to come visit the mansion. It hadn’t taken long for everything to fall into place, for (y/n) to see through the lies and stories, and yet she still wasn’t used to accepting that her closest friends were the way they are.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, but there is something I need your help with.” She sat down on the leather couch he had pointed at. With an encouraging smile shot her way, Carlisle urged her on to keep speaking.

“If I remember correctly, Alice told me you were born in the seventeenth century.” She was close to letting go of a laugh, it felt all too unreal to even speak this sentence. “And I was asked to prepare a paper on Europe in the 1680s, I was wondering if you could read it and share your experiences with me?”

As a history student, (y/n) felt like she had to seize this very opportunity, trying to ignore the excitement flushing through her system at the mere thought of listening to his stories. This felt like she was time travelling, being offered a one in a million chance, she simply had to take.

“Of course, (y/n), I would love to help you. Did you already write the paper?” She tried to ignore the heat flushing through her, fuelled by the strength of his gaze. (Y/n) wasn’t blind, she was all too aware of his attractiveness, and the undeniable attraction she felt for him. And yet she had always been too shy, too scared to even try and be close to the man who seemed to have an all too pure heart.

“I did, here, I printed it out earlier.” His golden eyes followed her every move as she reached for her bag to pull out her paper. Sparks shot down her spine the second their fingers brushed together, leaving her torn between the coldness of his skin and the heat of his intrigued gaze.

“The others will be out hunting tomorrow, but if you don’t mind being alone with me, I could read it today and you could come back tomorrow for a chat?” She had to look away for a moment. It was just a handful of seconds, seconds he picked up on all too easily. Carlisle's smile began to grow wider, adding more fuel to the fire burning inside of her, threatening to burn her right in front of his piercing eyes.

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.”

……

“Carlisle?” Her voice echoed through the mansion as she slowly took off her shoes. She heard him call for her, guiding (y/n) up the stairs and into the kitchen, where he seemed to be cooking.

“Alice told me you haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I could make you something.” Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, something she was sure he easily picked up on. It took her a while to move closer, touched by the sweet gesture. With a soft “thank you” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) took the plate from Carlisle to let the heavenly aromas surround her.

“Where did you learn to cook like that when you don’t even eat that stuff?” Carlisle’s hearty laughter filled the room. Pride simmered inside of her, taking every laugh rumbling through him as a big win. The food tasted better than everything she had ever eaten before, sure that she’d now ask him to cook for her whenever she was around.

“With endless time on my hands, I find myself picking up hobbies. I’ve always enjoyed cooking for others.” (Y/n) let go of another satisfied sigh before picking up her empty plate to carry it to the sink, shooting Carlisle a warning gaze as he tried to stop her from cleaning it. A comfortable silence filled the room, it wrapped itself around them like the soft morning breeze, tying them closer together with shared moments they wouldn’t tell the others about.

“Come, let’s go to my study.” He reached his hand out for her to take. It was a simple gesture, accompanied by a bright smile that made her feel as if she was dreaming. Her hand trembled while finding his, allowing Carlisle to lead her through the mansion she had been in too many times to count, making it feel like her second home.

“I have to say, I’m very impressed by your paper, (y/n).” Her eyes grew wider as she pondered over his words, staring at the man who sat down on the couch next to her. Carlisle had his eyes focused on the pages, thumbing through them again while (y/n) seized the seconds to study the handsome man, the face she’d see in sleepless nights whenever her mind started to wander.

“Can you tell me a bit more? It’s nothing I will add to the paper, I promise. But,” she struggled to put her thoughts into words, pondering over every syllable she feared could make her appear stupid.

“It’s alright, love, speak to me.” His hand found its way back to hers, leaving (y/n) torn between the touch and the way he had called her. A shaky breath left her, forcing her body to calm down before she could let him in on the thoughts buzzing through her mind.

“It’s just - I struggle to understand you have lived through all these things I study. And it feels surreal to have you so close and I want to ask you about every detail, which is probably stupid and invasive.” She didn’t dare meet his gaze, focusing on his cold hand rather than the eyes that always managed to draw her in. His other hand let go of the pages, only to reach for her chin, tilting it back up for (y/n) to get lost in his golden pupils.

“That’s not stupid, (y/n). I’m honoured you want to hear about my past and my experiences. I am happy to tell you all about it.” A soft smile tugged on her lips, growing even wider as he matched it. For a few seconds, no words were spoken between them, drawn closer by the returning silence with a comfortable touch both longed for. It would be easy for either one to close the distance between them, unable to fight against the pull that made them feel like two magnets made to fit.

“I’m afraid our time together is about to be cut short.” It only took a few more seconds for (y/n) to hear the sounds of the others returning, making her heart drop in disappointment. Slowly, Carlisle let go of (y/n), he rose to his feet only to watch her mimic his movements with an unreadable expression widening on her features. “Here, why don’t you read through the comments I left and if you have any more questions, we can chat about it some more?”

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.” She wasn’t sure what was guiding her at that moment, but before (y/n) could stop herself, she had shifted her weight onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. And without sharing another word, she disappeared from his office with heat clinging to her like a second layer of skin.

……

“No, that’s also a lie.” Carlisle’s laughter reverberated through her apartment, echoing off the walls of her living room. She had called him a while ago, wondering if he’d be up for another chat about her questions. It hadn’t taken him long to find his way to her, making himself comfortable as one question after another left (y/n) – something they had been doing for the past hours.

“How can that be? You just destroyed everything I know about the past centuries.” Another laugh left him before he pulled (y/n) closer. She found herself sitting closer to him, staring up at Carlisle who cupped her cheek with his cold hand. The electricity she felt whenever he touched her was back, buzzing down her spine to leave her heart racing.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my intention to disappoint you, love.” His thumb brushed over her warm skin, leaving her tingling and buzzing while shuffling even closer to him. No further word managed to leave (y/n) while she focused on Carlisle, letting her gaze flicker between his eyes and his lips. The pull she felt was growing stronger by the second, urging her on to close the small distance between them.

“Carlisle,” (y/n) whispered his name as if she hoped that he could understand what she was about to ask of him. And then he finally moved. Their lips clashed together urgently, perfectly fitting together as if they had been created for one another, having to endure years and centuries even while waiting for her to find him.

The kiss wasn’t interrupted once, not as she crawled into his lap, not as he tightened his grip on her neck to keep her close to him. It felt as if he was tasting her blood, high on the taste and scent that had never influenced him this much, begging him to own every part of her body. And for her it was a similar sensation, just as intense even though she had nothing to compare it to, not used to feeling this dizzy from a simple kiss.

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please.” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his lips. Carlisle’s cold hands found their way beneath her sweater, carefully touching her skin while trying to keep some distance between them and that last line they were craving to cross.

“Talk to me, love. What do you want?” His mouth found her neck while he focused on the sounds of her racing pulse, of her pounding heart and her trembling breaths. He had her trapped, lured into his darkness as if he had always counted on her weakness.

“Everything, I want all of you.” Carlisle rose to his feet without a warning, tearing a squeal from (y/n). Within seconds he had carried her into her bedroom, only to toss her down on the comfortable mattress she was now laying on. She watched him pull out of his sweater, exposing a simple shirt that clung to his muscular upper body, a sight (y/n) would forever remember, taking it to the grave with her.

“If you want me to stop, you have to tell me. Don’t ever stop talking to me.” Their eye contact grew more intense after he had spoken his words, leaving her nodding. Carlisle helped her out of her clothes, moving all too slowly for her liking even though she appreciated him for offering her yet another way out.

“Touch me, please, Carlisle.” With only her panties left on, she felt exposed, vulnerable almost. But the second Carlisle exposed most of his body to her, she could no longer focus on herself, only on him, the cold skin she wanted to feel pressed against her, the body she felt like claiming. Carlisle settled between her thighs, eyes focused on her face as he kissed his way to her heat, pushing her damp panties aside to marvel at her.

“The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” His praise left her chuckling with glee, a sound that turned into a moan the second he brushed his tongue through her slit. Choked moans left (y/n) while her hands tugged on his golden roots, trying to pull him even closer. It felt as if she was about to make it to heaven, touched with such an urgency, she feared that this was nothing but a trick of her excited brain.

“Fuck, Carlisle, you’re so good at this, shit.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her, curled against her swollen spot while he took care of her pulsing bundle. It wouldn’t take her long to fall over the edge should he keep on touching her like this, making her feel as if she was his most prized possession, the only woman he’d ever touch with this much passion.

“I have you, love, give yourself to me.” The words gave her the sudden push, forcing her first orgasm through her while Carlisle kept fucking her with his fingers. Her sounds left him smirking, telling him that she had always wanted him as much as he had wanted her, drawn together by something neither could put into words until now.

“Carlisle,” she drew him closer, up her body to greedily kiss him. Their tongues fought for victory, while she tugged on his underwear, begging him to fully undress so that he could fuck her. Minutes passed by, minutes both used to prepare themselves for what was about to happen, to cross the last line that would keep them connected from this moment on.

“Are you sure about this? This will change everything.” Carlisle brushed her hairs out of her face, smiling down at (y/n) who looked at him as if he was her saviour, the one she’d forever fight for and love until her last moment on this earth.

“I’ve never been so sure of something before.” With a small nod thrown her way, Carlisle got rid of the last layers between them before he positioned himself at her entrance. He reached for her hand to interlace their fingers, holding her close while slowly pushing into her. Both moaned in unison, letting go of their sounds that clawed through them without giving either one a chance to hold back.

She felt perfectly stretched, full by everything he offered to her. (Y/n) never wanted to get out of this moment again, she could die a happy death like this, fucked by the man she had been crushing on, lured closer by her racing heart.

Carlisle didn’t hold back, he didn’t treat her as if she was close to breaking, no, he fucked her like he meant it. Every thrust was symbolic for the sensations they felt, the love growing stronger, the longing they no longer could deny. A perfect match that left them hungry for more.

No words managed to leave (y/n), she was already too far gone, fully concentrating on the feeling of Carlisle fucking her. His cold fingers took care of her pulsing bundle, adding just enough pressure to leave her trembling beneath him. Carlisle dipped his head down to kiss her, to swallow some sounds while his cock brushed her swollen spot with every calculated thrust.

“I won’t last long, Carlisle.” Her confession left him chuckling against her lips. Carlisle didn’t reply, at least not with words, but his thrusts grew faster, pushing her towards the edge once again. (Y/n) tried to scratch at his skin, desperate to hold onto him, but the second her orgasm clashed through her, she lost control of her body, giving herself fully to the sensation.

He kept fucking her, faster with every thrust. Carlisle drew some more moans out of (y/n) while groans kept leaving him, set on burying himself deep inside of her when he came. And with his forehead pressed against hers, he finally let go.

“Who knew sex with a man who is over three hundred years old could be this good?” (Y/n)’s whispers left both laughing. She allowed herself to keep studying him, letting her fingers brush through his strands, while promising herself that she’d live this to the fullest, wherever their path together would lead them.

#Carlisle Cullen smut #Carlisle Cullen x reader #Carlisle Cullen imagine #twilight #twilight smut

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vitaminkyeom · 9 months ago

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till death do us part

noun. [ˈdɛθ] for as long as we breath.

a series on horrors of love.

CURRENTLY WRITING : Alice in Wonderland [Jeonghan x Female Reader]

COMPLETED (1/13) : Telephone [Mingyu x Female Reader]

message or send me an ask to be in the taglist!

A/N || This series will start from October and run till November end. This is my first horror series in this blog and i was wondering whether or not to write this because i'm so bad at writing horror fics so please give it lots of love! i hope you all enjoy this series.

↬ Seungcheol in ❝ Stitches And Hearts ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seungcheol x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Frankenstein! AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || When life snatched away your lover from you, you were completely heartbroken. But there was no way you were going to let fate decide your life so you took matters into your own hands.

Or, in which, you were driven mad by grief but sane enough to get him back.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Jeonghan in ❝ Alice In Wonderland ❞

╼ PAIRING || Jeonghan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Angst

╼ SUMMARY || You wake up with your memories wiped out in a lonely house with a few other people, all in the same position. As you all try making your way out, you start finding out disturbing truths that maybe should have been left alone.

Or, in which, wonderland wasn't so wonderful when you realised what had exactly happened.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Joshua in ❝ H(a)unted ❞

╼ PAIRING || Joshua x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Witch AU, Neighbour!Joshua

╼ SUMMARY || Moving into the cheapest house you could get your hands on was definitely not number one on your bucket list but maybeyour hot neighbour could make up for it.

Or, in which, history repeats itself but maybe it never died in the first place

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Junhui in ❝ The Painting ❞

╼ PAIRING || Junhui x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Romance, Horror, The Picture Of Dorian Gray AU, Serial Killer AU

╼ SUMMARY || Wen Junhui was the most perfect man you could have ever fallen in love with and there was nothing more you could ever ask for him. Except, maybe wonder why he would never let you in his house.

Or, in which, maybe the man you were in love with was not as beautiful as he seemed.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Soonyoung in ❝ Spirited Away ❞

╼ PAIRING || Soonyoung x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Ghost AU, Roommate AU, Romance, Angst, Horror

╼ SUMMARY || When you moved in with Kwon Soonyoung, you were a bit skeptical about rooming with a random stranger. But that totally changed when you finally met him and began to fall in love. Except maybe he wasn't who you thought he was.

Or, in which, your feelings were temporary, just like him.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Wonwoo in ❝ Lights Out ❞

╼ PAIRING || Wonwoo x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Vampire! AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || All you wanted to do was loosen up a little after your exams. So what best place to relax other than a club right? Especially if there is a handsome stranger offering to buy you drinks.

Or, in which, your one night stand goes horribly, horribly wrong.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Jihoon in ❝ Deep Sleep ❞

╼ PAIRING || Jihoon x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Incubus!Jihoon, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || You knew you were a deep sleeper and that one day you would get into trouble for it but if you could wake up energetic the next day, who were you to complain? Until you started getting nightmares when you moved to your new house.

Or, in which, your nightmares were plagues by the same damn man.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Seokmin in ❝ Death Do Us Part ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seokmin x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Succubus!Reader

╼ SUMMARY || Lee Seokmin was everything you had ever wanted in a man. Unfortunately he was too far away from your reach physically. Quite literally.

Or, in which, you were going to have Seokmin to yourself, no matter what.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Mingyu in ❝ Telephone ❞

╼ PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, 911 Operator!Mingyu, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || Working the night shift as a 911 operator was hard as it is and the last thing Mingyu needed was those calls from his ex-girlfriend. Whom he had not seen in years. For obvious reasons of her being dead.

Or, in which, Mingyu kept getting calls from his ex girlfriend claiming that she had murdered him.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Minghao in ❝ Jekyll ❞

╼ PAIRING || Minghao x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde AU, Horror, Angst, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || You had loved your blind date because Xu Minghao had put in so much efforts in both the dates he had arranged. Until his personality did a complete 360 degree on the third date. And you had considering breaking things off with him until you found a 'help me' note in his handwriting in your handbag.

Or, in which, the man you like might be playing Jekyll and Hyde with you.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Seungkwan in ❝ Porcelain ❞

╼ PAIRING || Seungkwan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Porcelain Doll AU, Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || When Seungkwan's girlfriend goes back to her grandmother's house for a few days, he expects continuous messages from her. But instead of that, all he gets is a gift from her. A porcelain doll.

Or, in which, Seungkwan thinks you gifted him a doll from your grandmother's collection.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Vernon in ❝ Sabotaged ❞

╼ PAIRING || Vernon x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance

╼ SUMMARY || There was something off about your boyfriend's house. You just could feel it. Determined to find out you decide to spend the night in his house.

Or, in which, you find out secret's you were never supposed to find out and now you'll have your revenge.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

↬ Chan in ❝ Reaper ❞

╼ PAIRING || Chan x Female Reader

╼ GENRES || Horror, Romance, Grim Reaper AU, Serial Killer AU

╼ SUMMARY || All Chan wanted to do was lead a simple carefree life, leaving behind his past now that he had met you. But you, you on the other hand had some other plans for him.

Or, in which, Chan thought you were the one without realising you were actually the one.

╼ WARNINGS || TBA

╼ WORD COUNT || TBA

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menagerofmischief · 9 months ago

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shrimp cocktail, cold appetizer, lobster, coca-cola, yes dessert, served by oscar piastri

Dia's Diner Menu

shrimp cocktail rivals to lovers cold appetizer rough sex lobster "I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy" coca-cola somnophillia dessert aftercare

Oscar Piastri x Ferrari!driver!reader

TW: one bed trope, unprotected sex (wrap you willy please), sleep dry humping

WC: 2k

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot. Also I wanted to say I'm so thankful to all of you that sent requests and that I can't wait to write all of them but you'll maybe have to be patient with me because I'm a student and am pretty busy with school. I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one.

Some bigger force, God or karma or fate or whatever else there is, was definitely out to get me. Because this had to be the worst fucking night of my life. I’m not being dramatic when I say that.

Why was this the worst night of my life?

We just made it to Singapore for the upcoming Grand Prix and went straight to our hotel. The whole grid was staying at the same place since it made things more convenient. I go up to the reception to check in and get the key to my room, all but ready to collapse into the mattress and sleep the jet lag off.

“I’m so sorry Miss,” the receptionist says, tapping her fingers against the keyboard, glancing up at me every few seconds. Finally she looks up, her expression apologetic. “It seems there was a mistake with the booking and we double booked your room.”

I fight off the urge to groan and roll my eyes, instead plastering a smile on my face. “It’s fine, it’s not that big of a deal. Just put me in whatever room is available.”

She makes a face, looking down at the computer again and then returning her gaze to mine. “I really am sorry but there are no other rooms available right now.”

Now I really did groan. “Fantastic. Can I know who the other person occupying the room will be?”

Before the receptionist had the chance to answer, my worst nightmare in human form came up to the desk, standing right next to me. “Hello. I’m here to check in - it’s under Oscar Piastri.”

The woman - I finally glanced at her name tag, seeing her name was Alice - looked between us, then down at the computer before looking at us again. “Sir, as I was just explaining to the lady here, the hotel double booked your room by accident.”

“It’s fine just put me in a -”

“There’s no available rooms.” I cut him off. “Just the one.”

Oscar looked at me, narrowing his eyes. McLaren’s golden boy, affectionately nicknamed ‘the polite cat’ by the fans was the biggest thorn in my side for a long while now. Everything started back in F2 with our on track rivalry which grew with each race. Then I signed into F1, fulfilling my childhood dreams of racing in red and thought I escaped him. I thought too soon apparently because after my announcement post, his followed soon and I was once again back on track with him.

Did I have a reason to hate him? Absolutely! Was it awfully petty and possibly over-dramatic? Very likely. It was my first race in F2, I was about to finish P2 it was amazing. Then he crashed into me and drove us both into the wall, causing us both to DNF and lose out on a podium.

We have hated each other ever since.

“It’s okay - we’ll share.” Oscar’s voice brought me out of my thoughts, quickly turning my head to look at him.

“What!?”

Oscar took the key from Alice and dangled it in front of me, a smirk on his face. “I said we’re gonna be bunking.” He pulled the handle of his suitcase, “Come on then, Y/n”

✿ ✿ ✿

“You stay on your side of the room,” I said, putting the chair in the middle of the room to make it a half marker. “And I’ll stay on mine.” The one queen size bed would definitely be a problem as well, but one I would mention later.

“And how are you gonna go the bathroom since it’s on my side?” He asked, his voice holding a teasing tone.

“Bathroom if free ground, hallway too” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

Oscar’s gaze dropped down, stayed for a few seconds and then his eyes met mine again. He hummed, “And if I wanna open the window then what? Since it’s on your side.”

“Don’t act smart,” I told him. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“You wound me!” He gasped, pressing a hand over his heart.

“Shame it’s not fatal.”

✿ ✿ ✿

This was definitely the weirdest night of my life.

With only one bed in the room, no couch and neither of us willing to put our body in uncomfortable positions sleeping on the chair or on the floor, night before practice - Oscar and I made an agreement to share the bed.

One of the extra blankets from the closet was bunched up and put down the middle of the bed separating the two us. Not that it served much purpose considering that it was kicked down and off the bed while we were sleeping.

I woke up, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the dark and then I felt it. The slow, yet desperately feral rolls, the pressure and the pleasure. I had to press a hand against my mouth to stop myself from moaning, taking in deep harsh breaths through my nose.

I came to a realization about three things, so goes:

Oscar had moved a bigger part of his body onto my side of the bed.

He had pulled me close and caged me in his arms sometimes during the night.

He was grinding his very much hard cock into me - in his sleep.

My cheeks were on fire and it felt like the rest of my body was too. The pajamas, which I purposely picked out because of how light they were, felt suffocating now.

I didn’t even realize what I was doing until it was done, my body moving on its own. One leg pushing slightly forward, opening just enough space for Oscar’s hips to chase mine and my ass slowly barely grinding back into him.

I was enjoying this much more than I should have and it was wrong. God, it was so wrong. But when his erection was rubbing so perfectly against me, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I was wet, I knew I was. I could feel how soaked my panties had gotten and the uncomfortable feel of my slick underwear did not escape me. As the pressure increased I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

The noise felt deafening in the silent room and my eyes widened. Oscar’s body stilled and my breath caught in my throat, the dread of having woken him with my moans taking over me.

A moment passed, two moments passed. Then Oscar’s hands tightened around my body, pulling me even closer to him, my ass pressed just against the outline of his dick. One of his hands moved down my stomach, dipping into the waistband of my sleeping shorts and going straight down into my panties.

He ran a finger through my folds, coating it in my slick and it took everything in me not to moan. “You’re fucking dripping,” his voice in my ear made me freeze. Awake afterall. “This wet from me humping you? And here I thought you hated me.”

The pad of his finger touched my clit, a gasp falling from my lips at the pleasurable feeling. “Did you enjoy me rutting into you while I was sleeping, you dirty dirty girl?” He added more pressure, rubbing circles on my clit and this time I didn’t hold my moans back. “Woke up halfway through, when you started grinding your ass on me like a bitch in heat. You seemed so into it, I thought I’d just keep going.”

“Wasn’t,” I whispered.

“What was that?” He growled into my ear.

“Wasn’t grinding on you,” I said, through gritted teeth.

His fingers pinched my clit and my whole body surged forward, mouth falling open to let out a loud moan. “Don’t lie,” he said, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, you will.”

Oscar pulled his fingers out of my panties, making me whine at the loss of friction on my clit. His chuckle vibrated through the room. He got up onto his knees on the bed, arms coming forward to grab my shoulders, and pulled me roughly so I was laying on my back.

I couldn’t help but look at him above me. His eyes were full of lust, pupils blown wide and cheeks red. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, he looked absolutely ethereal.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, fingers hooking into the waistband of my sleeping shorts.

I held his gaze, a shaky breath falling from my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

In one move he pulled down both my shorts and my panties, throwing them behind him without a care. Then he took off his own shorts, followed by his boxers - that ended up being thrown somewhere too. He pulled me up enough to take my top off, and then pushed me down again, leaving me completely bare.

Oscar leaned over me, his mouth drawn in a smirk, his breath hot on my face. “Tell me not to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” I whispered. He didn’t waste a second, as soon as the words were out of my mouth he was surging forward, his lips pressing harshly against mine, tongue pushing into my mouth. He pulled slightly back, my lip caught before his teeth and he gently bit down, making me whine into his mouth.

“Fuck me,” I panted into his mouth. “Please just -”

I didn’t get to finish what I was saying as he pushed himself into me fully in one go, making me scream. His hand pressed against my mouth, muffling the noises I was making. “Do you want to wake the whole hotel up?” He asked as he began thrusting, pulling himself out until only the tic was still in me and then forcefully pushing back in again. “Some people came here to sleep, not to listen to you moaning like a whore on my cock.”

His other hand went between us to rub my clit. I was practically sobbing as he worked his fingers in fast circles around my clit while roughly thrusting into me. My vision was blurred with tears that were spilling from the corners on my eyes.

Oscar’s hand moved only a little, leaving room for me to speak but close enough for my lips to brush against his palm with each word. “Cum,” I babbled. “Gonna cum! Oscar, please!”

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice hoarse. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut? Go on then - cum”

I came with a moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and caging him in. Oscar fucked me trough my orgasm, his own following. He twitched inside of me before cumming, painting my walls and making me whine at how full I felt.

He pulled out of me slowly and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. After a moment he returned with a wet, probably warm, towel in his hands. He kneeled on the bed and gently spread my legs with his hands.

“Fuck,” Oscar groaned. “I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy.” His fingers dipped to collect some of his cum which had spilled out of me and was slowly dripping towards my ass, and pushed it back into me, causing me to gasp.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead and somehow my cheeks burned ever hotter. After he gently cleaned me up and terrorized me to drink water, he laid down in bed next to me and pulled my body into his, arms wrapping around me.

“Are you finally going to let me take you out to dinner?” He asked, his voice husky and breath hot against the side of my face.

I hummed, my eyes barely open and already feeling sleepy. “Don’t crash into me while I’m winning on Sunday and we’ll see.”

“That was one time!”

I chuckled, placing my hands over his hand on my stomach. “Yeah, I’ll let you take me out to dinner.”

Believe it or not this might have actually turned out to be one of the best nights of my life.

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cece693 · 9 months ago

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Brooding Edward (Edward Cullen x M! Vampire Reader)

I got a comment some time ago asking for more Edward Cullen fics, so I came to deliver :) Hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: You don't know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn't like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.

tags: scheming Edward, jealous reader, hater to lover, making out, Bella used as a pawn in Edward's plan, mentions of Bella x Edward

Forks was a dreary town, always dripping with rain and cloaked in mist, a far cry from the places I’d roamed over the centuries. I’d arrived here on a whim, seeking nothing more than a quiet place to blend in, disappear among the mundane, and watch as the world turned on without me. But I wasn’t completely alone here. There were others of my kind, tucked away in the dense forests.

The first time I laid eyes on Edward Cullen, I knew immediately what he was—beautiful, yes, but also cold and distant, a façade of perfection wrapped around a soul that seemed perpetually weighed down. We didn’t speak much at first, just acknowledged each other as predators passing in the same territory.

But the more I saw him, the more I realized how irritatingly complex he was.

He wasn’t like the others—his siblings, his parents—who seemed content with the life they had carved out here, blending in with humans, attending school like everything was perfectly normal. Edward. had this air of constant torment, like he was wrestling with demons none of us could see. It grated on me. The self-imposed suffering. The way he would sit in class, staring out the window like the weight of existence itself was crushing him.

I couldn’t stand it.

“Edward’s always been like that.” Alice once told me when I asked why her brother seemed more brooding than the rest of them. She smiled, almost fondly, as if his moodiness was something endearing, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“You mean miserable?”

“He’s complicated.” she explained, and for some reason, that word irritated me even more.

Complicated. Right.

The more I was around him, the more I was drawn to observe his every movement, his every interaction. And it only made my disdain grow. Edward had this way of pulling people in without even trying—his impossibly good looks, the air of mystery that seemed to cling to him like fog, his quiet intelligence. Everyone wanted to know him, to understand him. But he kept everyone at arm’s length.

He was a contradiction—mysterious yet aloof, compassionate yet disconnected. And I couldn’t stop watching him.

It became a sick habit of mine, this strange fascination, though I told myself it was just that. I would catch glimpses of him in the halls at school, his expression always distant, as if he were somewhere else entirely. He rarely laughed or even smiled—everything seemed so goddamn serious to him. His siblings would joke around, ease into their lives here, but Edward? He remained on the outskirts, as though he couldn’t let himself relax, couldn’t let go of whatever it was that tormented him.

There was something maddening about it.

It wasn’t until Isabella Swan came into the picture that everything shifted.

She was new, fragile, and completely unaware of the supernatural undercurrent running through Forks. But Edward saw her. And it wasn’t just passing interest. I noticed it from the beginning—the way his gaze would linger on her in class, how his jaw would tense when she got too close to any of the other students, or how he disappeared for days after their first encounter, struggling to keep himself in check.

I remember the first time I heard them talking, watching from a distance, seated in the cafeteria among the other Cullens. Edward’s voice was soft but strained, his gaze locked on hers like she was the most precious thing in the world. The intensity in his eyes, the way his entire being seemed to revolve around this human—it was unsettling.

"She’s different." he told me once when I couldn’t stop myself from asking why he was so fascinated with her.

"Different?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice. "She’s human, Edward. She’ll die in a blink of an eye. What happens then?" He said nothing, just stared off into the distance, as if the very idea caused him more pain than I could understand.

It was then that the slow burn of jealousy began to fester inside me, though I couldn’t name it at first. The fact that Edward, who seemed indifferent to everything, had suddenly fixated on this girl—this fragile, breakable human—made something inside me twist. I was used to seeing him as distant, untouchable, yet here he was letting his guard down for someone like her.

I wanted Edward’s gaze on me. His intensity. His focus. The realization hit me harder than I expected, and it wasn’t long before that jealousy bubbled over into anger.

One night, the tension reached a boiling point. Edward had just returned from dropping Bella off, his face drawn, like always, but with something else in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. Satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction that came from spending time with her. The kind of satisfaction I wanted him to feel when he was with me.

“Isabella this, Isabella that.” I sneered, my voice cutting through the stillness of the forest. Edward stopped in his tracks, his expression hardening as he turned to face me.

“What’s your problem?” His tone was cold, guarded.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my chest tight with the jealousy and frustration I’d been holding in for too long. “My problem is that you’re throwing everything away for her. And for what? She’s nothing special, Edward.”

His jaw clenched, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “You don’t know her. You don’t understand.”

“Understand?” I laughed bitterly. “What’s there to understand? She’s human. You’re a vampire. End of story.”

“It’s not that simple,” Edward hissed, stepping closer, his presence looming. “It’s never been that simple.”

I stared him down, anger boiling over into something sharper. “You think I don’t see what’s happening here? You’re losing yourself in her. You’re forgetting who you are, what you are. She’s going to be your downfall.”

He glared at me, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. His hand shot out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly against him. “You’re wrong.”

Before I could snap back, Edward’s lips collided with mine like a strike of lightning, fierce and demanding, with none of the hesitation I’d come to expect from him. The initial shock froze me for only a second, but then the fire that had been building inside me for so long erupted, and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, forcing the kiss deeper.

His body pressed hard against mine, the coldness of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through me. This wasn’t like anything I’d imagined—there was no softness, no careful exploration—just raw, primal need. His lips left mine briefly, trailing down the line of my jaw, his breath cool against my skin as he whispered, “You think I’m hers?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I was never hers.”

I gripped his shoulders, shoving him back slightly, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He smirked, that infuriating, knowing smirk that sent another wave of frustration and heat crashing through me. His eyes darkened, the gold-flecked with something more primal, more dangerous. “My relationship with Bella means nothing to me.”

I tried to shove him away again, but he held firm, his grip on me unyielding, his body pressing me back against the rough bark of the tree. “Bullshit,” I growled, but the anger in my voice was already fading, replaced by something I didn’t want to admit. “You’ve been obsessed with her—”

“Lies.” he interrupted, his lips hovering over mine, so close I could kiss him again if I leaned forward. “I needed her to push you, to make you feel what you’ve been ignoring for months.”

My mind reeled. “You’re saying this was all some kind of game?”

His smirk widened, but it wasn’t cruel—it was victorious. “Not a game. A plan.” His fingers trailed lightly over my collarbone, sending sparks through me, and I hated how easily he could get under my skin, how quickly he could break down the walls I’d built. “I’ve been waiting for you to realize it, to stop fighting me.”

“Fighting you? You never said a damn thing.”

“I didn’t need to. I knew you’d come to me eventually.”

The kiss that followed was harder, more desperate, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer, the fire that had been smoldering between us now raging out of control. His hands roamed over my body, each touch stoking the flames higher. I couldn’t think, his presence overwhelming every sense, every thought.

“I'm yours,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive. His hands slid under my shirt, cold fingers tracing over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Not hers.”

The words hit me like a punch, and I grabbed his face, pulling him back just enough to meet his gaze. “Say it again.”

His eyes bored into mine, that same victorious glint dancing in their depths. “I’m not hers. I’m yours.”

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Love in the darkest hour: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader x Rio Vidal

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Requested by: @perfectartisanwerewolf

Summary: During Agatha´s trial, you are the one that gets possessed, Rio and Agatha get protective of you but you end up getting hurt, your girlfriends feel guilty and all of the wicthes get worried about you.

Warnings: Reader gets hurt, mention of wounds, broken bones, angst and fluff, I think that´s it (Oh, and English is not my first language but I still try hard to check my own grammar)

Word count: 6k+

Author’s notes: In this story Alice does not die.

Hello, this was a requested story, and I wanted to write it before posting the final old stories I wrote three years ago, sorry that I took three days to write this and that is not longer, but I will be honest, I divide my time between doing nothing at all or doing everything at the same time (that means writing, reading, listening to some music, playing something, watching a movie etc.)

I hope this is what you were waiting for @perfectartisanwerewolf ♥️

I hope you like it! ♥️

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Taglist: @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance

“We’re ok” Agatha announced after all of you had had to fly away from the Salem seven, it had been close, really close, all of you really needed to be more careful, you still were worried about those entities trying to get Agatha, she had told you that you didn’t need to worry about, but still, you didn’t want that something happened to Agatha.

“No, we’re not, the entire Halloween aisle’s outside waiting for us” Maybe Jenn was right, could they be really outside?

“Well it doesn’t look like they can get in, does it? All we have to do is complete the trial and continue on before they can get us” Her sentence seemed to calm everyone a little bit, Jenn seemed to relax a little.

“My spell book, I can’t find it!” The teen started to look inside his little bag.

“Where’d you have it last time?” Lilia tried to reason with him so he could think clearly.

“Flying on a broom” The teen sounded sad, so you went towards him and put your hand on his shoulder, you felt bad for him, you wanted to reassure him somehow.

“Forget about it, you can take the training wheels off” The older witch said to him still standing in front of the door.

The teen looked at you and Lilia with a sad expression.

“Hey it’s alright, Agatha’s right, you don’t need it, all of those spells that were on your notebook are also there inside your head, you know all of them, so don’t worry alright?” He seemed to understand because he quickly smiled at you and nodded.

Agatha saw the interaction with a smile on her face, she loved how you were be able to make everyone feel better; you knew how to cheer someone up, you could not only heal physical wounds, but also wounds that were not visible and that only hurt people emotionally.

You sensed someone watching you and turned to look at the direction where you sensed the gaze on you, Agatha was looking at you from her place, she was staring at you with so much love, she winked at you and smiled back at her.

“Look at you!” The teen suddenly said to you, you looked back at him and then at your clothes, noticing the style of the clothes that you were wearing, it was kind of like the ones in the slasher movies you liked to watch.

Looking back at the teen in front of you, you noticed his shirt and shorts as well, glancing back at the other witches you realized they were wearing the same clothing style, same thing that had happened during the last trials, you still wondered when would be your trial and what theme would it be, would it have a creepy vibe? With maybe a haunted house? Or maybe an abandoned house in the middle of a forest? A hill? You were excited to find out.

“You look like one of the teens from those eighties and nineties slasher movies” You had to tell him, if not you knew the idea would never leave your mind.

He took a glance at his clothes and then at the surroundings, he could not deny that you were right, all of you looked like one the main characters of a slasher movie set in the 80’s or 90’s, he remembered something so suddenly that he had to take you by your shoulders, you giggled before he even had the chance to say what had crossed his mind.

“Oh my god, y/n I have the perfect playlist for this!” You grinned and saw how he moved his hands to his sides, as if he was trying to find something, he pursed his lips and looked back at you.

“Right, I forgot, I don’t have my phone either” He sounded a little bit annoyed but smiled at the end anyway.

“You don’t even have pockets remember” you were right, he should have remembered that first.

Rio had heard your comment about the slasher movies and turned herself to look at him, she smirked and walked closer to the two of you.

When she saw you from behind, she noticed that you were wearing clothes that were similar to hers and her eyes looked you up and down, when she got closer to you, she passed her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her, you instinctively rested your head against her chest.

The teen noticed the smirk on Rio’s face which only made him squirm, Rio scared him, her deadly stare made him grimace.

“Hey, she is right, you do look like a character in a slasher movie from the 80’s, you would be the first character to die at the start of the movie” She said to him while staring without blinking and on top of that, the smirk had never disappeared from her face.

You couldn’t help but giggle at her comment, slightly you patted her chest, the teen swallowed hard and blinked several times trying to laugh awkwardly.

“That is not something nice to say Vidal, don’t mess with him, you scare him” You said to her with a pout on your face.

“She does not scare me” The teen replied back, but Rio turned her head hastily at him and bit into the air, as if she was warning him that she could bite him, the teen jumped slightly.

“Maybe just a little” The dark-haired boy commented being wary of Rio.

“Don’t mind her” Was what you said to him while looking at him with a smile on your face.

“I think you would be one of the final boys that make it to the end of the movie” The boy in front of you seemed to think about it and nodded, he seemed convinced that he would actually be a final girl, and you didn’t doubt it, he smiled fondly at you, and Rio started to caress your back.

“Who would you think I’ would be in a slasher movie set on the 80’s sweetheart?” Rio asked you rising her right eyebrow.

You brought your hand to your chin and acted as if you were in deep thought, but of course, you already had your answer.

“You would be the killer, the killer everyone suspects but cannot actually prove it” You said out lout and the teen gasped.

“She is right, you would be the killer” You had not noticed that the other witches had walked towards you, they were already near you and were looking at you with small smiles on their faces.

Even if they did not trust Agatha at all, and were a little bit scared of Rio because of her antics, they find you really adorable.

In their minds they still could not comprehend how someone as sweet as you, who only used magic to heal people, was with the other two witches.

They still did not understand what a healing witch whose magic was as pure as the meaning of white lilies was doing with Agatha Harkness, former user of the darkhold and with Rio, the witch who did not care about anything and seemed to be so scary, the same woman who agreed on being a “psycho” with a big smile on her face.

Even if they did not comprehend it at all, they could see the way the two witches acted around you, and the way they treated you, they were soft with you, you were the only one that could see and had the privilege to see that side of them, you felt really lucky.

Rio turned her head back at the teen and tilted her head slightly.

“If I was the killer, you would be my first victim, you would not even make it to the second act” Your girlfriend said as if she was just saying facts.

“That is not right Rio, I am pretty sure he would be one of the few that actually makes it to the end” Rio cackled and you tilted your head to give her a disapproving look.

“Ah, fine, he would make it to the end” This deep down made the teen jump internally, it made him feel excited that she had admitted that.

Rio gave you a playful pat on your shoulder.

“Let me look for Agatha, we don’t want her to cause more trouble do we?” She winked at you and left your side.

Alice then came to stand next to the teen, with a curious look on her face.

“Who would I be in a slasher movie?” She inquired looking excited to know your answer.

Examining her carefully you came to the only conclusion that seemed accurate for Alice.

“I think you would be the main character, the protagonist who is tortured and stalked by the killer, because she was the only one who escaped, you would be one of the original final girls, the final girl who fights back, like Laurie Strode on Halloween” Her eyebrows were risen and nodded her head in understanding.

“Yeah, she is totally right, you would be a total badass” The teen agreed with you. Alice beamed with happiness and pressed her hands together.

“You heard that?” Alice asked glancing at Jenn and Lilia.

“I am not really a fan of horror movies, so I really don’t know what you are talking about” Explained Jenn and Lilia nodded her head in a way of showing she felt the same.

Smiling at them you started to explain everything “It’s fine, basically, the horror or slasher movies tend to have a series of “rules” that characterize them, one thing for the slasher movies is for example, that there is a killer-“

“Sometimes there are two killers” The teen quickly said.

“Or sometime yes there are two killers, who usually start their murder spree killing different characters, and the final girl is the character who makes it to the end of the movie and defeats the villain” You finished your explanation.

“Who do you think Agatha would be?” The teen inquired.

“I would say that because of her personality traits she would be the killer that no one suspects of, I mean she is smart, charming” The four of them nodded in agreement.

“And who would you be?” The boy asked you again.

“I would be the character who dies at the start” You simply said, and they all started to discuss that in fact that would not be true.

“I think you would be the character that everyone is attached to, like the character who is friends with everyone and who also everyone tries to protect, you know? also I can see how you would be close to the final girl and you would get extra protection” The teen said and put a finger on his chin, looking at you, analyzing you, you only smiled at him and shook your head.

“Is this how people really looked at the time? I mean, the clothing style, the vibe, all of it?” You wondered out loud and jumped when you felt someone hugging you from behind, you felt the arms of Rio pulling you closer to her.

“Yes, people actually dressed up like this” Agatha said behind you, and all of you turned to look at her, she had kind of a disheveled look, he hair up in a ponytail and the oversized purple shirt fitted her amazingly.

“Whose trial is this?” Asked the teen while looking up at the ceiling.

Rio looked at the window in front of you and you did the same thing, the blood moon could be perfectly seen since your position.

“Agatha’s” answered the witch holding you from behind, you were a little bit worried, so you turned your head to look at Agatha, she saw your worried expression and gave you a reassuring smile, it was a tad scary for her, but with you and Rio there by her side, she knew the trial would be easily passed, or at least, that’s what she hoped.

Hearing Lilia’s explanation about the blood money and the believe of a misconception she mentioned, everyone turned around to look at their beeping watches in their wrists.

“The road wants us to Ouija” The teen showed all of you the board, and everyone started to gather closer, then he proceeded to read the rules.

“Number two, do not speak over each other” And all the witches began to speak over each other, clearly not realizing what they were doing.

Rio and you heard clearly when Agatha demanded to be shown the rules to see if it actually said that and you couldn’t help but share an amused look with her,

Rio shook her head smiling and sticking her tongue out a little, you tried to hide your laugh but you couldn’t, Agatha realized who was laughing and she looked at you, you were next to her left and Rio was next to you.

“What?” Agatha asked with feigned innocence, and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“What is so funny doll?” Agatha asked again and came closer to you to caress your hair, you unconsciously leant into her touch, and let her guide you to rest your head on her chest.

“I love the way you look in those clothes” She commented dangerously close to your ear witch a husky voice.

“Not the time for that” You replied amused, you had to focus on passing the trial.

“Shall we start?” Agatha seemed to tense and you saw the way she started to swallow, it was obvious that she was nervous, the teen sat on the floor and the other witches started to do the same forming a circle.

“Hey, are you alright?” You asked her while she squeezed your hands, you felt the way she pulled you closer to her, and you happily leant into her touch.

“I will be alright, don’t worry” She said to you in a whisper.

“Rio and I are here for you, you know?” You replied back at her and she nodded with a smile in her face.

“I know, thank you, I love you so much” Agatha said near your ear and she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s get started” She said, you did not notice the way Agatha nodded at Rio, Rio understood and Agatha took your hand one more time to hand you to Rio, Agatha gave you one last squeeze and Rio took your hand in hers, the brown-eyed woman smiled reassuringly at Agatha and put her arm around your waist, she pushed you slightly and placed you next to her right, while Agatha sat next to you as well, leaving you in the middle of the two of them.

Everyone on the room put their hands on the board and waited for Agatha to start, when her hands got separated from the board you really got scared and quickly turned your head to look at Rio, she saw your worried expression and quickly mouthed a “Don´t worry” and smiled slightly at you.

“She´s scared” Commented Rio while you sighed in relief, for a moment you had thought your girlfriend had been possessed, Rio then patted the sit ordering Agatha to come and sit again.

“Do not do that, it was funny, but you got her scared” Rio said to Agatha and nodding towards you, while the blue-eyed woman sat back next to you and she gave you a shy smile.

“Sorry love, I thought it was funny” The older witch commented with an apologetical look.

Sighing you just shook your head and slightly bumped your shoulders against her.

“It alright, I just do not want anything to happen to you” Rio then looked back at her and nodded, she felt the same even if she found her little joke funny.

“Alright” The blue-eyed woman proceeded to place her hands on the board and everyone did the same, you were not going to lie, feeling the board moving so hard and faster made your heart beat in fear, you never had played it and it actually made you feel scared, but you knew you had to do it in order to pass the trial.

“Punish Agatha” Was what the board said and you quickly felt yourself getting tense, but before someone could actually understand what was happening you heard Agatha yelling at everyone to stop it and you were not sure what or how it happened but Agatha got her hands off the board and you panicked.

The scream that was all over the place, was so loud and it pierced you ears.

You saw her getting to the floor and she covered her ears just as everyone else did, but you were still worried of what could happen to your girlfriend since it was her trial, so you uncovered you ears not caring if the loud sound made your ears hurt and went to kneel next to Agatha to check if she was fine and did not have any type of physical wounds.

Agatha noticed your face contorted in pain, but her heart melted when she realized you were checking her to make sure she was not hurt, out of instinct she uncover her ears and made sure your ears were covered using her own hands, even in the middle of the chaos she still managed to show you how much she cared for you.

You were so lost in her eyes that you did not even notice when things calmed down, the scream could not be heard anymore and the things flying around the room were already scattered all over the floor.

“Is it over?” Your eyes stared to examine the room and the witches around you, getting closer and closer, what happened?

“Sorry y/n, but it seems like in order to pass this trial we have to punish Agatha” Jenn was looking right at Agatha, her gaze not darting somewhere else.

“There has to be another way” The teen said out loud and you agreed with him.

“Wait no! You cannot just decide that you are going to hurt her” You said to the three witches in front of you, your pleading eyes started to get glossy, they could not actually think that this was their way out right? Even if the ghost or whatever was wanted that, there had to be another way.

The teen looked horrified about what could happen, it was clearly they were not thinking clearly and with Rio walking faster towards the two of you, he panicked as well.

“I am sorry but you have to move” Jenn said with what you thought maybe, just maybe was guilty.

Alice was unsure, they were not actually going to do something to Agatha right? She looked at Lilia who had the same unsure look on her face.

Your pleading eyes with tears about to be shed made them feel unsure on what to do, they knew that you loved her and you would not be able to do anything to her, but what if that was what the ghost wanted them to do?

Before they got the time to get closer to you Rio appeared in front of the two of you and got her knife out of wherever she hid it, you were always amazed because whenever you saw her getting something out of her pockets or her clothes, you never really understood where she hid all of the things she carried with her.

“No one is touching Agatha, nor y/n” She said with a firm tone.

Agatha caressed your back and nodded at you, she gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand.

“It´s alright, don´t worry, nothing is going to happen to me, ok” She pressed her forehead against you and you nodded, Agatha then stood up and came up behind Rio.

“Listen, we can talk about it and see what other options we have, let´s not get wild” She said trying to be reasonable, but then a sound was heard from your spot, and everyone turned to where the sound had come from.

“Where is she?” The teen asked with his eyes wide open, the witches started to turn themselves around looking for you.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?” Agatha asked out loud, and everyone started to move to different directions trying to see if they could catch a glimpse of where were you.

“We have to find her! She was right there and the next second she was not, how is that even possible?” Your girlfriend Agatha started to panic, it was something weird when it came to her, being panicked was not a state she was used to, but when it come to you or Rio, she could not help but worry more than anything.

“Hey, look at me, we are going to find her, she could not have gotten too far” Rio reassured her and Agatha nodded, she was right, you could not have gotten too far.

They all gasped in unison when the lights went out.

“Hey, we were not going to actually hurt your girlfriend Agatha, just come out wherever you are” The potions which announced while she examined the room.

The teen started to look for something that they could use to get some light, and when he found a lamp, he looked pleased, now it would be easier to look for you.

“Hey, does anyone hear that” Lilia inquired and the teen felt something that had touched his shoulder, he visibly tensed and pointed the lamp towards the ceiling.

The scream that came after seeing you was inevitable, the other witches looked up as well and started to scream as well.

“Oh my god, what happened to her?” Jenn screamed and walked back until she hit one of the walls.

“Agatha get her out of the ceiling!” Alice yelled at her.

“I would if I had my powers!” Agatha yelled back; her face was full of worry.

“She is going to get hurt” Lillia declared while covering her mouth with her hand.

What they were not waiting, was that you jumped from the ceiling, landing with a hard thud against the floor.

“Is she hurt? Someone please check her!” Alice yelled again

“She is not y/n” The teen screamed when suddenly your body got up from the fall and started to contort your body, he squirmed and crawled back to try to protect himself from what he was seeing in front him.

“She is possessed for real” The teen was horrified, the look you had on your face was clearly not something he was expecting, he just hoped that neither of you would get hurt.

“Someone needs to grab her!” Someone in the back yelled, but due to everyone screaming the teen did not even recognize whose voice it was.

“No! wait, she could get hurt! No one is touching her!” Rio glanced menacingly.

“Then how can we help her?!” Agatha asked desperately, she came to place herself next to Rio, the two of them wanted to actually try and do something, maybe catch you and bring you to the center, but the way your body was contorting made them afraid that they could hurt you more.

“Oh my god guys, why are her bones sounding like that?” The teen screamed out of fear at the sound of your cracking bones, you were getting too close to him when suddenly your body for some seconds went limp and crashed against the floor, they were going to go and help you but after only some seconds your body stood up again crashing against the wall, Lilia was quick to get the power back and in a blink of an eye, you disappear again.

“Where is she? Where is she?” Rio looked several times around the room trying to see if you were again on the ceiling.

Before the withes could have more time to look for you, they saw something that looked like white fog forming in front of the stairs.

“That is a ghost, I hate ghosts” Rio said completely angered, Agatha was next to her looking at it with her brows furrowed, where had you gone?

What Agatha saw next made her gasp; her mother had materialized in front of them.

“Mother?” Agatha asked not believing what her eyes were watching.

A sound caught their attention and they looked up to see what was going upstairs, there you were, Agatha sighed in relief but after the worry could be gone, it took over her again, you were trying to stand up, grabbing your left arm with your right hand, you were crying, your sobs were loud enough for them to hear.

“What did you do to her?” Rio asked angrily taking a step forward, and Agatha did the same.

“You have to keep walking the witches´ road without her” The ghost of Evanora Harkness said to them.

Everyone gasped in shock.

“No way, we are not leaving her with you, she comes with us” Agatha said with a firm tone, never hesitating.

“Leave this girl with me, then you will be free to go” The ghost replied.

Lilia, Alice, Jenn and the teen looked at each other, they were not going to leave you there with her, and if they also needed to fight a ghost even if they did not how, they would do it.

“Taking one of the people I love the most?” Agatha laughed bitterly at the thought.

“There is no way we are leaving her with you!” Rio replied back at the ghost with a threatening tone in her voice.

“We are not letting her stay with her, you hear me? She is going to leave with us Agatha” Rio assured the blue-eyed woman.

“It is your time to pay for what you have done, you were born evil, you should not have a chance at love, I repeat, leave her with me, and you can go” Agatha clenched her jaw, Rio who was next to her was fuming, even if they wanted to do something, what could they do against a ghost?

You were crying, your whole body in pain, you were sure you were going to have bruises, you could not even lift your arm and you wondered if maybe it had been broken.

You heard everything Evanora said to her, that she was evil, but that was not true, Agatha was not evil, she was a misunderstood witch who did not have anyone to back her up and show her to control her powers, and even if you were in pain you would let your girlfriend know that her mother was not right.

“Do not listen to her Agatha, we know you are not evil, you are worthy of love” You managed to say between sobs, Agatha did not have time to answer to you, because her mother spoke again.

“I will not repeat myself” The ghost announced.

Agatha could not help the tears falling from her face, it was all her fault you were in pain, her own fault that you had been possessed by her mother, she was being punished for al the things she had done in the past, seeing you in so much pain was breaking he heart, Rio was so mad, it infuriated her seeing you and Agatha both in pain.

Before they could do something else, the ghost disappeared and they watch the way your body started to contort again, you came crawling down the stairs, the witches watched in horror.

“Leave her alone” The witch with the red strands on her hair pushed the teen, Agatha and Rio to the side, all of them saw Alice throwing her powers at you.

“Don´t hurt her!” Agatha shouted ready to go and push Alice away from you, but the teen and Rio stopped her, and watched they way your body return to your normal form, the paleness leaving your skin, and the white fog dissipated.

After some minutes Alice stopped, and you felt to the floor with a loud thud, you quickly started to groan in pain, trying to get up from the floor.

Agatha and Rio ran towards you to help you stand up.

“It hurts so much” You said to them still crying, Agatha could not take in how much pain you were, she did not want to hurt you more, but they needed to check your body.

“I know sweetheart, we know it hurt but we have to touch you to check your body alright?” Rio whispered to you in a reassuring way, it pained her too much too see you suffering.

They tried to help you stand up, but the pain in your body was too much, Agatha could see the bruises forming on your legs and on your arms, and seeing the way your arm had taken a really weird position, she knew it was broken.

“Baby, can you tell us where it hurts?” You heard Rio asking you, her voice sounded a little bit shaky.

“My arm, is what hurts the most” Yous said between sobs, you wanted the pain to stop, but you knew that even healing yourself was going to hurt a lot.

“I think… I think I can try to heal it but, but I am scared, it is going to hurt so much” Agatha turned her head to look at Rio, she closed her eyes, your sobs made her so hard to maintain a hard façade as always.

“Listen, we are here with you, we are not letting you go, you can take my hand and squeeze it as hard as you want, alright?” Agatha said before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Rio placed herself next to Agatha, the blue-eyed woman placed you on her lap, and Rio put her hands on your back, caressing you up and down.

The witches standing in front of you, could not also take the sight, the teen had to look away, he could not stand seeing you crying from pain, and the way your arm was positioned, made him feel uneasy.

Lilia was holding Alice´s hand, watching with glossy eyes, they could not believe that you were the one that had got hurt, Jenn wanted to do something to help you ease the pain, but nothing came to her mind.

You clung to Agatha´s shirt, and focused hard on the pain you were feeling, Rio never stopped running her hands up and down on your back, trying to soothe you and waiting the pain would stop.

“Everything will be alright, you are going to be fine, we love you so much” Agatha said into your ear, you were trembling and she hated so much that she could not anything.

After several minutes of sobbing harder, you felt you arm getting back to its normal position, your magic had worked, the powers accommodating the bones, putting them in their normal place, Agatha was caressing your legs with her free hands and noticed the bruises disappearing.

With one final breath, you felt yourself relaxing, the pain going away completely, and when Agatha and Rio were sure you were not hurting anymore, a door opened, all of you looked at it.

“We passed the trial” The teen said out loud, they were relieved you had stopped crying, but felt immensely guilty for not have been able to do anything to help you somehow.

“We have to go sweetheart” She squeezed your shoulders lovingly, and the two of your grilfriends helped you to stand up.

Agatha quickly pulled you closer to her, her left hand on your waist, Rio put her hand on your shoulders, afraid of letting you walk alone.

They started to walk towards the door to get ready to leave and go back to the road.

“Alice” Agatha called for her when she started to walk in front of you, she turned quickly to look at you and to the other two witches in front of her.

“Thank you, for saving her” Agatha said with a soft look on her face, it was sincere, Agatha sounded sincere for the first time since the have arrived at the road, and smiled at her.

“It is alright, you do not have to thank me, I really wish I had done more” Alice gave the three of you an apologetically smile.

“You saved me” You replied at her.

“It was more than enough, Alice” Agatha let her know, Rio gave her a nod and the shorter witch smiled, it was a big smile, she turned herself around and started to walk back towards the door.

The three of you were the last standing in the room right in front of the door that would take you back to the road.

Agatha made you stop and you looked at her, with a frown on your face.

“Listen, I, I am sorry, it was my fault, because of me, because of what I have done in the past, you got hurt, and, none of us could do something to actually help you, I feel so-“ You abruptly interrupted her.

“Don´t blame yourself please, it was not your fault, please stop blaming yourself” You wiped her tears out of her face before talking again.

“I would never blame you for anything, I am fine, we are fine, we passed the trial, I am happy nothing happened to you” Before you could continue speaking, you felt her arm wrapping you in a hug, she passed her arms around your waist and you heard her cry, she loved you with her entire heart, and she could not stop blaming herself, what if something worse had happened to you?

Rio went to place herself next to Agatha and started to caress her back before looking at you.

“Hey, it´s alright, I would never, really never, let anyone hurt any of you, I would break the rules for you, so you can rest assure Agatha, that I won´t let anything else happen to her, alright?” Rio knew what to say, because you felt Agatha getting relaxed and she sighed.

“We are going to keep an eye on you, we are going to make sure noting else happens to you, we swear” Agatha commented while looking into your eyes, and Rio nodded quickly.

Smiling at them, the three of you started to walk again, ready to face whatever would be next, Agatha and Rio let you in first, and it made you laugh, you were not sure what was going to happen, or if something really worst was waiting for you outside, but what you were sure, was that with the two of your girlfriends taking care of you, you would be fine, and that was alright, you knew that if anything happened, Rio and Agatha would be there for you, ready to fight against anything that would even just threaten you, so you smiled pulled yourself closer to them when you stepped outside of that place, Agatha came next to you and again she pressed her hand on your waist, and Rio put her hand on your shoulder, they started to guide you to the group that was waiting for you in the middle of the road, and you smiled, you were going to be alright, no matter what.

When you got closer to the group, they heard the leaves been stepped on by someone and they quickly turned their head to look at you, they all had smiles on their faces.

You saw the way the teen turned his body completely towards you and he opened his arms, the closer you got the more you noticed his puffy eyes, when you arrived in front of him, you quickly opened your arms as well and let him engulf you in a hug.

“Thank god you are fine” He said while the two of you slightly swung due to the teen moving to the sides, you giggled and separated yourself to look at him.

“I am fine because Alice saved me” You replied to him and realized all of the witches had come closer and were standing really close to you and the teen hugging you.

You looked to your left to see Alice wiping quickly one tear that was running down her face, and tried to act as if she did not want to cry, she quickly cleared her throat and saw how Lilia and Jenn were smiling at her, Lilia put her hand on Alice´s shoulder and caressed it lovingly.

You chuckled and walked closer to Alice until you were standing next to her, she looked up from the floor to look at you and she shrugged her shoulders.

“No big deal, it was what anyone else would have done, so we´re cool-“ Before she could continue talking you hugged her, your arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you so much Alice, you really are a protection witch, please never doubt that, you are amazing” Your words had touched her heart and she hugged you more, she nodded and when you looked back at her face you noticed she had left the tears ran freely down her face.

“Thank you y/n” Alice replied back at you.

“I am sorry I, I just let you there, in pain, I, I should have done something else, try to look for something to ease the pain but-“ You quickly took Jenn´s hands on yours, you knew she was not really keen on physical contact so you tried to respect that about her.

“It´s alright, you don´t have to be sorry, it was something that was out of your hands, I am grateful that you were able to save him and stop the bleeding, and that´s more than enough, thank you about that, we did not have the time to thank you for that” You said to her smiling, Jenn nodded and caressed the back of your hand.

“Can I get a hug? Everyone seems to love your hugs, I wonder what is so special about them” You nodded laughing and got yourself close to her to hug her, she always smelled amazingly, her perfume seemed to never actually leave her.

“Oh darling, I am so happy you are fine, I cannot imagine what Agatha and Rio would have ended up doing if something happened to you” Lilia pulled you closer to her after you separated yourself from Jenn, and you let her hug you while caressing your back, Lilia then took your hands in hers, and looked straight into your eyes.

“You are so important to everyone, do not ever let yourself think you do not matter alright?” She said to you with a firm tone, yet it was soft at the same time, you could only nod and your eyes filled with tears.

Agatha and Rio looked at the scene in front of them, and Agatha could only think that no one was going to let you get hurt, if for any reason Rio and her were not able to actually protect you, they knew they still had a coven that would do anything to try and protect you as well.

“It looks that you will have to start being kinder to them” Rio said to her with a smirk but she actually meant it.

“Shut up” Agatha said while pushing her slightly in a playful way.

“But you are right, we are a coven after all” Agatha commented while the two of them got close to you and placed each one of them to your sides, both of their hands on your waist.

“We still have to keep on walking, let´s go” Agatha caressed your back again, and while everyone nodded and continued to walk, you couldn’t help the smile on your face from getting bigger, maybe this would be the time for Agatha to start trusting in others, apart from only trusting in you and Rio, but you would still have a lot of time In which you would be able to help Agatha with that, right now, you still had a road to face, and you had never felt so safe and ready to face whatever that would appear.

After all, you had your girlfriends to take care of you, and a whole coven that now, looked after each other.

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pyro-les · 8 months ago

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Jealousy- Rio Vidal X Reader

918 words - warnings: none

Based on a request by @baysha1822

"You know, Agatha put together a pretty good coven, you gotta give her that."

"I don't know the green witch is pretty weird. She's definitely hiding something." Jen replies, Lilia and Alice humming in agreement. Rio was definitely the most suspicious of the group and considering they had a witch who had a rune hiding their identity and one of the most feared witches of all time, literally known for killing her own coven it was a pretty high bar.

"We're doing alright on strength though, Y/N is clearly pretty powerful." Lilia adds to the discussion.

"Pretty cute too." Alice replies, everyone agreeing yet again as they look behind them to Y/N strolling casually along the road while chatting to Teen. What they didn't realise was Rio walking ahead of them was listening to their conversation her anger steadily growing.

She may not have known most of the coven long but she was really starting to dislike them, how dare they start talking about Y/N like that? Did they not realise who they were messing with?

Sitting around a small campfire in attempt to bond Y/N poses a new discussion topic, "what did you guys do in the blip?". A loaded topic to say the least.

The group all pause for a moment, fearing she had said something wrong Y/N started to speak again "You don't have to answer that. I don't know why I asked that, I'm sorry." For someone so powerful she sure could be pretty shy.

The awkward tension dissapears as soon as it had arisen as the group start to chuckle, mixed responses of "don't worry hun.", and "no harm done hot stuff" each reply more flirtatious then the last.

"Well as you know I was pretty busy at the start of it. Alot of backlog to get through you know." Rio spoke with a chuckle. The others all turned to look at her with curiosity, they were clearly missing something that Y/N seemed to know if her small laugh at Rio's responses was anything to go by.

"You're laughs so pretty" Jen says to Y/N, who muffles out a small "thanks, I guess." In reply. Considering how much Rio complemented the witch it was ridiculous just how awkward she was responding to them.

"It really is! Everything about you is pretty." Alice adds on honestly.

Oh this was too much, Rio thought. How dare these poor excuses for witches keep flirting with her Y/N? Did they not get the message the last gods knows how many times they tried to flirt with her only for Rio to pull her closer or change the topic.

Y/N looked over to Rio, sensing her tension rising. Trying to help calm her she says to the rest of the coven "thanks but you guys really don't need to keep complementing me so much."

Taking her statement as Y/N simply being humble Jen takes an extra step too far, " Oh your cute, do you really think you don't deserve the praise? I'm starting to think you actually don't get compliments anywhere near enough if your response is anything to go by."

Now seething with anger Rio steps in "Do you really think that? That I wouldn't compliment her enough, that I'm not enough?!"

"Chill out dude, she's just being nice" Alice replies quickly followed by Lilia asking "what do you mean, you're not enough?" Clearly the only one to pick up her specific wording other than Agatha who had been watching with a small smirk, enjoying watching the sparks fly.

Standing up with her knife in hand Rio starts to stalk towards the rest of the coven with a smile on her face "She told you to stop, is that not enough? I don't care if you're just "being nice", she's mine!"

Clearly not taking her seriously Jen keeps digging her grave "Oh I get it, you're jealous she'll like us more than you?" Looking over to Y/N still sitting awkwardly on the log across from her she adds on "what do you say cutie?"

Bringing her knife right to her throat Rio seethes out "Enough! Do you really have no care for your own life? Is this really how you'd like to go? Because I'd be more than happy to assist if that's your plan." Lilia and Alice watch with baited breath, too scared to do anything while Agatha still watches from the side letting out the occasional laugh.

Jen just smiles up at Rio, maybe she really did have a death wish.

Finally stepping in again Y/N walks towards Rio and snakes her arms around her waist hushing in her ear "It's ok baby."

Leaning back into Y/N's touch, Rio starts to calm down a bit but not letting go of her knife currently still against Jen's throat as a small drip of blood starts trailing down her chest. Y/N runs one of her hands along Rio's arm, slowly going up to hold her hand gripping her dagger and bringing her hand away from Jens throat.

Finally calm Rio puts her dagger back in it's sheath and turns towards Y/N, her hands automatically going to her waist.

"Well that was fun." Agatha finally speaks up, breaking the silence.

"What was?" Teen asks, walking towards the group, looking over curiously to Rio and Y/N now standing close together side by side.

Laughing Alice replies "Oh you have missed so much kid."

A/N: this is my first AAA fic and I wrote it pretty fast so I apologise if any of the characters a bit OOC. That being said if you did enjoy it please let me know if you'd like more Rio fics and if you have any requests my askbox is open:)

#agatha all along #rio vidal #rio vidal x reader #rio vidal x reader fanfic

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ghostssimp · 1 year ago

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Aegon Targaryen//The Right One

As a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you were supposed to find a man who would take your hand in marrige. It's your duty to be wed away. Your grandfather Viserys, he made a royal gathering to find the best suitor for you.

The real problem is, you had one in your eyes.

Aegon Targaryen. Your uncle. It looked like history was repeating itself, thinking how your mother fell for Daemon. Targaryens always had traditions that others found weird, but to keep the blood pure, sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Even Alicent, who first was against it, was thinking of marrige between Aegon and Haelena. In the end, Haelena got married to Aemond.

As you stand in the corner of the room, you see how a lot of men are having their eyes on you. Eating ypu with the looks of desire and need for power. You were just a pawn to them. Greedy bastards only wanted to have a little part in the game of getting closer to the crown. The sad truth is that they had no idea what it meant to be on the top.

You're always watched. Can't have a moment for yourself. Every step that you take is carefully watched by everyone. Every desicion is important and there is no place for mistakes. And as for women? You knew you were here for them to just spread your legs and give them a new heir. They didn't care for you. They didn't want you for love. Just to use you.

"Pretty boring out here, isn't it princess?" There is a low voice next to your ear and you can't help but smile as shiver runs down your spine. "I should be honored, my prince." Your eyes met his lilac. "After all, this is for my engagement."

Aegon scoffs, his eyes scanning the place. "Yes, but to whom?" His eyebrow rises as he takes a step closer, brushing the lock of hair from your face. "Neither of them are worthy of you."

Your breath hitched as your lips parted for a bit."And who is it then? I am nothing but a tool." Aegon looks at you, something battleing inside of his eyes. They always seemed distant, but when he talked to you, it felt like everything made sense back.

You were the only one to understand his pain. To understand his preassure. Who said he wanted to be a damn king as his mother was expecting him to be? Who said he wanted this life? His mother was always preaparing him for the big role he didn't wanted. To hell, his father didn't even look at him and he had to be ready to be a king?

"You are so much more than that." His fingers grazed beneath your chin, barely touching it leaving a ghost feeling underneath. His thumb crosses over your lips. The feeling of his rough skin on your soft lips made you feel like it was supposed to be like that. For your lips to belong to him. To any part of him. He glanced away, clenching his jaw. He was in a deep thought as he walked off.

Your eyes follow him as he gets lost in a crowd. You felt like you should've ran after him. You wanted to, but you were sceptic.

"Why is such a lady standing alone?" My head turns to see one of the lords over. Tyland Lannister. You never liked Lannisters. In your eyes, they were just a one more pawn that wanted to become a closer to a king. Maybe even to become a king.

"Just enjoying the gathering, my lord." You give him a polite smile. You didn't want to engage the conversation, but he seemed too interested in you. "Well, the night is long, and the songs are delightfull like you. Would you give me an honor, and give me your hand for a dance?" He chuckled extending his hand out.

You clench your jaw your lips in a thin line. "I really don't feel like dancing, my lord." His face changed to a frown. "Oh, am I not worth of a dance with your grace?" Something bubbled in you with his words. Anger, for him to use a guilt card. You didn't want to make a scene. You were a royalty afer all.

"That is not what I said, my lord." You take his hand. "Of course I would like to dance." There was a smug smile on his lips. You knew what he wanted. His grip got more like a possesive one as he pulled you onto the dance floor. His other hand held the small of your back. It felt like he was holding you too tight. Like he held you with greed.

Despite you trying to hide your discomfort, Tyland pulls you even closer and held you tightly to him. The two of you danced in a dead silence. You started to look around the place, trying to find someone to save you. To get you away. Your eyes searching around, it seemed like you were looking for a specific person. "Something is on your mind, princess?"

You look up to him giving him a fake sweet smile. "Not at all." When you look away, your eyes finally meet his with a pleading look in them. Aegon as soon as he catched your eye, stopped in his tracks and seemed to process the situation. He starts to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

As Tyland takes you in for a spin, you extend your hand and Aegon takes it pulling you away and swaying off with you in a dance.

Aegon seemed proud with a smug smirk on his lips. "Tief." You say under your breath, feeling how he held you much more gentle as the two of you took off in a dance.

Aegon laughs heartly at your statement shaking his head. "You seemed like you needed rescuing." You nod your head, gazing up at him."You stole my heart, you stole me from my dancing partner. What is next?"

Aegon grins at your words, enjoying the playful banter between you. He spins you around, pulling you back against him as you continue the dance.

"I'm a greedy man, my princess," he says with a smirk, his hand on your back slipping lower for just a moment before resuming its usual position. "I'll steal whatever I can get my hands on."

His eyes never left yours. There was a glint of something in them. "Stop looking at me like that."

Aegon raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider at your words. "Like what?" He asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays him. You have to bite the smile that wanted to escape your lips. "Like I'm a dinner."

"Oh, believe me, my princess, you're a feast fit for a king." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'd happily devour every last bit of you." He pulls you impossibly closer, his hold on you possessive but tender at the same time. "Can you blame me for admiring you so? You're far too captivating to ignore." A chuckle escapes your lips.

"Va moriot gīmigon se paktot udir, gaomagon ao daor?" You're always finding the right words, aren't you? His eyes glanced down to your lips as he leaned his head to the side. He hums, you knew he enjoyed when you switched to Valyrian."Ñuha jorrāelagon, you're going to be a death to me." His voice just above a whisper. it was raspy and deep as you look at him in a haze through your lashes.

He leans in closer, his own eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours again, a mix of fondness and desire in his expression. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to claim my future wife right here and then." He mumurs softly.

Your lips part in a shock. "Since when am I your future wife?" He smirks smugly, pulling you in, his face just inches away from yours.

"Since now. I'm not letting anyone else claim you. You're mine to have."

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claramelooo · 3 months ago

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WOVEN FATES (19/20)

Heeeey, my beloved readers!! Well, this chapter is so fucking intense... I don't even know how starts to describe that. So, it's better you guys read it hahaha 😂

Enjoy it <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio x Fem Reader

Warnings: angst, blood, hate sex, anal sex, sex and sex (did I ever said sex?)

Summary: after you wake up you demand explanations, but of course the plan doesn't go as you expected.

Curse

Darkness was the first thing you felt when consciousness returned.

A deep void, like falling endlessly, trapped between reality and oblivion. Wanda’s words still echoed in your mind, blending with the whispers of Alice and Billy.

"You're being used."

The sentence was poison, seeping into your thoughts, corroding every shred of certainty you had.

A source.

That’s what you were, wasn’t it?

Just a source of power, a reservoir of energy to be exploited. That’s what they said. But if that were true, then why were you here? Why were you wrapped in warmth and softness, instead of cold and loneliness?

Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you. Sheets? Your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, heart pounding against your ribs.

You were awake.

Alive.

Your eyes opened slowly, and the faint glow of ambient light spilled into your vision. The room around you was familiar—the white walls with dark accents. So elegant, so refined.

Their room.

Shit. You missed this—the unmistakable scent of spices mixed with something floral.

And then, you felt it.

Hands.

Hands gliding gently across your skin, tracing your arm as if to make sure you were still there.

A tender touch, a possessive one.

Your body was cocooned in warmth, protected by presences you knew better than anything else in the world.

"There, there, little one. You're safe now." Agatha’s low, raspy voice brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone was a mix of relief and control, as if she were reclaiming something that should’ve never been taken away.

Rio was on the other side, her touch just as present, running through your hair, along the curves of your face.

"Your mommies are here now, darling." Her whisper was both a promise and a reminder that no matter what anyone said—no matter what you were—you were still theirs.

The warmth around you vanished the moment you pulled away.

Their touch still burned on your skin, but now it was different—it wasn’t comfort. It was a reminder. A reminder that everything you felt, everything you were, had been shaped by them.

Rio's eyes widened as you slipped out of her arms. Her face flickered between surprise and hurt, but Agatha was the first to recover.

"Sweetheart, please—"

"Don't call me that!" Your voice cut through the air like a blade. "Don’t you dare call me that!"Anger bubbled inside you—hot, suffocating.

Your chest heaved, your heart pounding as if trying to break free from your ribs.

The room that once felt safe now seemed claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in on you.

You swayed slightly, dizzy from the sudden movement, but kept your posture stiff.

They were both watching you, waiting, like you were a child throwing a tantrum.

"You lied to me." Your voice was lower now, but so much heavier than shouting. It carried something far worse—disappointment. "You made me believe that I was... that this was real. My feelings... It was all just a spell, wasn't it? A cheap trick to keep me close. That’s all it was, right?"

Agatha opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, carefully choosing her words.

Rio, always the less calculated one, stepped forward. "It’s not like that—"

"No?"

You laughed bitterly, taking a step back."Then explain it to me, Rio."

Her name sounded foreign. It felt wrong to call your Mama that.

"Explain why it feels like I'm dying when I’m not with you! Why I wake up drained after a night’s sleep, like a part of me has been ripped away! Is that just a side effect of this shit?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Rio looked away.

Agatha sighed, suddenly looking older than ever.

“Fuck.” Rio muttered under her breath, silently cursing Wanda. "Please, sweetheart… sit down. You’re still weak." The green witch asked gently.

You obeyed—not because you wanted to, but because your body needed to.

"We… we never meant for this to happen—" You let out a sarcastic laugh, your head pounding.

"Oh, of course. Because the plan was to drain me dry until I dropped dead!" You were furious. So angry your teeth clenched tight.

Agatha breathed in deeply, searching for patience. She’d need it. You were her babygirl—she should know how to handle you. But she was shaken too.

Exhausted.

Rio closed her eyes for a moment, like your words had physically hurt her. When she looked back at you, there was a raw honesty in her gaze. Almost helpless.

"It wasn’t supposed to be like this," Rio admitted, her voice tight, her hands wringing together like they were looking for something to hold onto.

"At the beginning… yes. You were a source. Your untouched energy was something we couldn’t ignore. But then, you became—"

"Everything." Agatha finished softly. The weight of exhaustion hung on her shoulders, making every word feel heavier. "So much so that the plan didn’t matter. Power didn’t matter. At some point, you stopped being a means to an end."

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. "And I’m supposed to believe that?"

"I love you."

Just like that.

So sudden, it stole your breath.

So sudden, you took a step back.

Rio’s confession came as a whisper, but it thundered in your mind.

"I love you," she repeated, firmer now. "No matter what they told you. No matter what you think about us... I love you. And so does your Mommy."

Your throat tightened. The temptation to surrender, to close your eyes and let yourself be held again, was nearly unbearable.

But no.

They couldn’t just say those words—those three fucking words you so badly wanted to hear—and expect everything to be forgiven.

You shook your head, eyes falling to the floor in disbelief.

They unbalanced you so easily.

Fuck.

"It’s not that simple," you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. "You can’t just show up in armor on a white horse and say that. Not after everything."

Yes. They could.

Your heart beat wildly, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

Emotion.

Ready to fall.

They loved you. Your mommies. The women who saved you—and held you captive at the same time—from a cruel, hard life.

But you knew you had to resist.

Because it hadn’t been easy for you. None of this.

The one with blue eyes had a shaky breath, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or just exhaustion.

"Then tell us," Agatha spoke, her voice low but steady.

"What do we have to do for you to forgive us?"

You stared at them, eyes sharp.

They were drained, weary, almost pleading.

They weren’t in a position to demand anything.

You took a deep breath, your decision already made.

"On your knees."

The order was clear. Irrefutable.

Agatha kept her gaze fixed on you, as if she could intimidate you, bend you, make you submissive again with her presence alone. But no longer. You were no longer that defenseless girl who clung to them for safety without question.

"What?" Agatha’s incredulous voice came out hoarse, spitting the t, laced with wounded pride.

You tilted your head slightly, looking down at her. "I’m sure your ears still work fine despite your age. On your knees. Both of you."

Rio closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling heavily. She was tired, yes, but you saw something else in her—redemption. A genuine need to be forgiven. To have her little girl back in her arms.

Unlike Agatha, who always needed to be in control, Rio was willing to bow if that’s what it took to bring you back to them.

The artist was the first to give in. Slowly, she slid down to the floor, her eyes locked on yours—dark chocolate, burning with desire and despair. A shiver ran down your spine.

That was the power they had over you.

The same power that kept you captive and enchanted, even now, when you should be hating them.

Agatha, however, hesitated. Her fists clenched at her sides. Small flickers of purple energy vibrated beneath her hands, a reflection of the storm raging inside her. You noticed the faint tremble in her fingers.

She was resisting.

You stepped closer, shrinking the space between you. "What’s the matter, Mommy? Is this too humiliating for you?" Your voice was low, almost teasing. "Because it was for me. When I found out what you did. When I realized I couldn’t live without you, but you could live without me. Without pain. Without despair."

Agatha’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing.

"You used me." Your voice was thick with a mix of rage and need. "You tied my heart to yours, made me dependent on something that was never real. But you? You remain free. You think that’s fair?"

The silence stretched.

Finally, with visible reluctance, Agatha dropped to her knees. You watched every small movement—the way her shoulders tensed, the unevenness of her breath. Seeing Agatha Harkness yield to you was intoxicating.

You crossed your arms, chin raised. "If you want my forgiveness. If you truly want me back. You know what you have to do. Bind your hearts to mine. Feel what I feel. Hurt like I hurt."

Rio swallowed hard, her expression vulnerable. "If we do this... there's no going back. We’ll be bound forever."

"Exactly." You looked down at them, a slow smile creeping onto your lips. "And only then, will I decide if I forgive you or not."

You waited. Watched as Rio looked at Agatha, and something passed silently between them—something you couldn’t quite decipher, but it didn’t matter.

You had already won this battle.

The silence broke with the sound of glinting metal sliding from its sheath.

Rio raised the curved dagger, the ancient blade gleaming in the dim room light.

"Blood for blood," she intoned, her voice echoing like an ancestral chant. The blade whispered across your palm with a wet kiss. You didn’t flinch. The pain was sharp, sweet, necessary.

Her eyes were fixed on you—devoted, lustful, and surrendered. The witch looked ethereal, dressed in shadows and power, her hair slicked to her face with sweat.

So beautiful it hurt.

She didn’t hesitate. Drew the blade across her own palm, a precise, ceremonial cut. Blood spilled in thick, dark red streams, pulsing with raw energy. She bit her lip and moaned softly at the pain.

Or was it pleasure?

Then it was Agatha’s turn. Her pale, elegant fingers gripped the dagger, and the hesitation was palpable. The witch’s pride was her armor—one now shattered.

She sliced her palm firmly. She didn’t moan. She didn’t falter. She simply breathed deeply and let her blood mingle with Rio’s, dripping to the ground, sealing the first phase of the ritual.

You watched from above, your body on high alert, breath trembling, latent power buzzing on your skin like electricity.

Fuck.

Sexy as fuck.

The crimson red contrasted perfectly with their skin. Your mouth watered, and you couldn’t understand why it was affecting you this much.

Rio crawled toward you, her knees sliding across the cold floor. Every movement was soaked in reverence and lust. Her gaze was submissive and hungry, her mouth slightly open, blood still dripping from her hand. When she reached you, she said nothing.

She just looked at you.

Like you were her goddess. Her executioner and her salvation.

You barely noticed when Agatha, still kneeling, took your left hand—the one with the scar from the day you cut yourself with glass on set.

Rio watched, her fingers tracing the scar's outline with devoted tenderness. "Aggie was so greedy that day," she murmured, her voice husky, almost a moan. "Sucking every drop of your blood..."

Her touch on your finger made you shiver. The heat, the power, the desire… it all swirled into a delicious and dangerous storm.

"Now it’s Mama’s turn."

Then she brought your hand to her lips.

And licked.

She licked with hunger, with devotion, like she was devouring you. The blood. The past. The pain. She drank it all in.

"Bound. Forever," Agatha growled, more to herself than to you.

Rio pressed her wounded palm against Agatha’s, then against yours. The blood mixed—hot and alive.

"Three hearts. One curse."

The pain was lightning. You fell backward, your spine colliding with the marble altar as you saw everything:

Agatha, as a child, hiding her tears, trying to be brave as Evanora prepared to burn her alive.

A young Rio, accepting her fate, seeing her own face transformed into Lady Death for the first time.

You, curled inside a closet, listening to screams that never ended. Wishing your mother would come back.

The connection was a volcano. An abyss. A womb.

“Fuck!” you moaned. “What is this?” Your mind was foggy, a mixture of lust and confusion.

Rio smiled wickedly. “That, darling… is what happens when three souls decide to bleed together.”

She was panting, her eyes glassy with power and longing, her hand still pressed to your skin.

Magic vibrated around you—purple, green, black—a sensual mist that tinged the air, made the floor quake, and your skin burn. Every beat of your heart ached… because now, it no longer beat alone.

Agatha approached, her blue eyes wild, almost feral. She pulled your body downward.

And you fell to your knees, now just as surrendered as they were.

"You little plague…” she murmured, voice low and hoarse, full of reverence and restrained fury. “You poisoned us with your own pain. Made us addicted to your care. Who’s the real witch between us?”

“You chose to start this,” you whispered, drawn to them by something primal, still dizzy from the vision of having them both at your feet. “Now finish it.”

Rio slipped her knees between your legs, her bloodstained fingers caressing your bare thigh. “Oh. No. You misunderstood.” The taller one said, her words as soft as a snake ready to strike.

“We’re going to do more than finish you, little one,” she purred, her smile feline. “We’re going to start over. Do it all again.”

Your Mama's fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, a caress heavy with promises.

You gasped, surrendering fully to her touch.

Agatha came from behind, her mouth pressed against your neck, biting in that blend of brutality and softness that only she could master—a possessive gesture that made you moan.

The heat of her body against yours was hypnotic. You could feel her nipples, hard as stone, against your back.

The elder witch’s fingers wrapped firmly around your throat, forcing you to look straight ahead—right into Rio’s hungry eyes.

“Never free again,” Agatha whispered, her voice sounding like a pagan prayer, an ancient spell murmured against your hot skin. “Not you. Not us.”

“Three hearts,” Rio added, and her fingers slid between your legs with a slowness that was almost wicked, as if each second of that surrender had to be carved into you. “One curse.”

You arched, your body igniting like incense on coals—burning, fragrant, unraveling in pleasure.

The room pulsed to the rhythm of something older than desire itself.

The scar on your finger throbbed.

But now, it wasn’t pain.

It was ecstasy.

It was magic.

It was belonging.

It was love.

Three hearts had been sealed. An unbreakable, eternal bond. A fate stitched together with blood and lust. This time, three hearts had bled. Three hearts now bound to one another, tangled in a knot even time wouldn't dare undo.

Rio tightened her grip on the back of your neck, pulling you forward firmly—then held out her cut palm before your eyes.

Blood. Dark red. Thick. Warm.

It shimmered in the ritual light like sacred wine. It dripped, heavy, toward the already stained floor.

Your mouth opened on instinct. You were salivating.

Hungry.

Like a starving dog. Like a worshipper before an offering.

“Do it,” your Mama commanded, her voice hoarse, laced with impure reverence.

And you obeyed.

Your tongue touched the wound with a nearly desperate thirst. The taste was metallic, alive, a silenced scream. You moaned as you swallowed, a muffled and primal sound, like that of a wounded, devoted creature.

Rio watched, chest heaving, eyes locked on you—on how your face transformed as her blood slid down your mouth, dripping from your chin, staining the floor.

What a delicious mess you were.

Agatha pulled you back and turned your face with silent authority. Her eyes burned with a mix of jealousy and pure desire.

She licked the blood from your lips with the precision of someone who knew every taste you carried. And when her tongue invaded your mouth—hungry, possessive—you lost your mind.

Your moan echoed across the altar like a profane prayer—long, trembling, needy.

You began to grind against the carpeted floor, aching for something hard and thick to ride.

Agatha brought her own hand to your mouth, and this time you didn’t need to be guided. You already knew exactly what to do.

Your tongue attacked your Mommy’s palm. The blood just as thick, poisoned by the darkness of impure magic.

You moaned at the taste of sin on your tongue.

“My good girl…” she groaned low, just as needy as you were.

From that moment on, there was no turning back.

No choices. No freedom.

Only them.

Only you.

Three hearts.

One single curse.

Fueled by reckless courage, you pushed Agatha, making her sit back on her heels.

“Get on all fours,” you ordered, your voice deeper than you remembered it could be.

You saw your Mommy’s eyes flare with fury, her jaw clenched—you knew she wouldn’t give in easily. Not yet.

But then, she obeyed.

Her mature body bent forward, proud and vulnerable, like a sacred and profane offering all at once. Her round ass, dressed in luxurious garments, turned perfectly toward you.

Panting with pure anticipation, you positioned behind her, your hands grabbing her waist with the intensity of someone trying to tear out truths.

“Speak,” you demanded, your fingers digging into her skin, your hips pressing firmly into hers. “Tell me how it happened.”

She gasped. Almost moaned. But tried to hold herself together. Agatha knew exactly what you meant. How was the moment they decided to bind you to them. Forever.

“When… you ran away that day on set…” her voice broke. “When… you went after Josh… we snapped. I snapped.”

You smiled at the memory and began caressing the waistband of her clothes, threatening to pull those useless fabrics off her.

You traced the seam of her outfit, making her tremble. “Speak clear, Mommy.”

“We wanted… an excuse,” she confessed, her fingers curling against the floor. “An excuse to hurt you. Just a small cut. Just enough to bind you to us.”

Oh.

There it was.

That small confession that set your chest on fire.

Without patience, you pushed her hips up, yanking down her pants and panties together. And all you could see was your Mommy’s pale, milky skin, begging to be touched by you.

You pulled her closer, your bodies colliding hard. “And what happened then?”

She moaned loudly, losing control for a moment. “Fuck… you were already cut…”

You froze for a second, heart pounding against your chest. “What did you say?”

“When we saw you… that night… your finger…” Agatha turned slightly, eyes glistening. “You were already hurt. It was a sign. That you were meant to be ours. Woven just for us.”

Your heart stopped.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You couldn’t even begin to describe what those words did to you.

It was as if something tore open inside your chest—but instead of pain, there was feverish warmth, something insane, between ecstasy and despair.

You heard those words like an ancient prophecy. Like every time you cried alone in the dark, every scream stifled in your pillow, all those years believing no one would ever choose you—they had all just been the prelude… to this.

To them.

To that damned and magical knot now burning in your flesh.

And the worst part?

You love it.

Your heart beat too fast, way too fast—not from fear, but from twisted pleasure, rooted in the filthiest corner of your soul.

You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or moan.

If you wanted to run… or crawl back to it.

Because if this was a prison… It was the most beautiful, the warmest, the most intoxicating one you’d ever known.

It was love.

It was madness.

And it was the kind of thing you swore you'd never accept. But now you were here, knees on the ground, the taste of blood on your lips and tears in your eyes from sheer fear and emotion, hearing Agatha say you were made for them.

And part of you wanted to scream yes.

Yes, I was.

Yes, you broke me before you even touched me.

Yes, I was born to be yours.

To bleed for you.

To die—and be reborn—by your hands.

It was sick. It was wrong.

And it was everything you ever wanted.

Agatha licked her own fingers, as if reenacting the moment. “I couldn’t resist. I sucked the blood dripping from your fingertip… and the second it touched my tongue…” She gasped, her eyes rolling back. “You became ours. Forever.”

You grabbed her hair and pulled gently, forcing her to look at you. “And Mama?” you provoked. “Did she take part too?”

Rio, who had been silently observing everything, approached from behind like a ravenous shadow.

"I drank what was left on your skin while you slept," she murmured, her fingers sliding over your hip, urging you to invade Agatha's pussy with your fingers.

"We knew it was cruel." Her Mama flicked her tongue along the curve of your ear. "We knew it was selfish. But... we didn’t know it would hurt this much..."

You felt their bodies pressed against you, like a temple set ablaze.

But now, this temple was all yours.

They had marked you. But now, you were the one in control.

You struggled to breathe as your Mama ground against you from behind, the curve of your ass rubbing perfectly against her clit.

Caressing the flesh in front of you, you whispered, "What do you want, Mommy?"

Agatha gripped the plush carpet, her skin prickling under your wandering hand.

"Honey, Mommy needs you... needs your fingers..."

You smiled, slow and wicked, as your fingers traced Agatha’s soaked entrance, feeling how she already pulsed for you.

"My fingers?" you repeated, dragging your fingertips in torturous circles without penetrating her yet. "Just that?"

Agatha bit her lip, her hips twitching against your hand, but you held firm, denying her what she craved most.

"Please," she moaned, the plea rough and broken.

Rio chuckled darkly behind you, her hands gripping your hips hard as she rutted against your back, your ass grinding her clit.

"She’s so wet for you, baby," your Mama purred, teeth grazing your shoulder. "I don’t think she can wait any longer."

You finally relented, sliding two fingers into Agatha in one deep, firm thrust. She screamed, her body arching like a drawn bow, nails clawing the carpet.

"Yes, my good girl..." she panted, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.

Rio didn’t waste time. Her hands slid to your waist, holding you steady as she rolled her hips, grinding against you in a filthy rhythm. You could feel her heat, the slickness staining your back, and it only made you hungrier.

"You’re controlling her so well..." Rio murmured, her voice a growl in your ear. "Make her moan louder. Make her beg."

You obeyed, quickening your pace inside Agatha, your fingers curling to hit that spot that made her tremble.

"M-More!" Agatha sobbed, legs shaking. "Honey, please—"

"What else do you want, Mommy?" you teased, adding a third finger, stretching her wider.

"You!" she near-howled, eyes glazed with pleasure-tears. "I need all of you!"

Rio laughed, dark and satisfied, before biting your nape. "She’s so desperate... So yours."

You knew Agatha was close. Her body was taut, her moans louder, rougher. And when you finally pressed just right, she shattered.

Her orgasm hit like lightning, her body seizing violently, fingers tearing at the carpet like it was her only anchor. You didn’t stop, fucking her through it, prolonging every wave until she was whimpering, oversensitive and twitching.

Behind you, Rio was just as lost, rutting against your back frantically, her moans muffled against your skin.

You smirked, triumphant, as Rio finally tipped over the edge, her teeth sinking into your shoulder to stifle her cries.

"Now, mommies need to have fun too, don’t they?" Rio slid her bruised hand between your thighs, squeezing just to feel the slickness there.

She laughed, dark and honeyed, as her fingers plunged into you without mercy. "So dripping for us, my devoted little slut..." She pinched your swollen lips, making you gasp.

Agatha, still lying beside you, rose with that predatory grace only she possessed. Her blue eyes burned with renewed hunger.

"You think you can dominate me, honey?" She raked her nails down your thighs, leaving red marks. "Think you can reduce me to this? A whimpering, begging bitch who’s yours?"

Your heart raced. You tried to answer, but Rio was already moving, straddling your face with that wicked smile.

"No, no. No more talking." She lowered her hips, smothering you with her soaked cunt. "Our turn now."

Her scent flooded your senses—salty, sweet, hers. You opened your mouth instinctively, tongue lapping at her folds as Rio rode your face in slow, torturous rolls.

"That’s it, baby... lick properly. Like a good girl."

Meanwhile, Agatha settled between your legs, her long fingers sliding through your slick with cruel calm.

"You left us so hungry..." She pushed two fingers into you at once, no warning, making your back arch. "Think it’s fair we suffer?"

You moaned against Rio, the sound muffled by her heat. Agatha smirked, picking up her pace, her fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"We want to hear you beg, darling." Rio yanked your hair up just enough for you to gasp. "Do it."

You panted, drooling, lips swollen from effort. "P-Please—"

"Please what?" Agatha crooked her fingers, hitting that spongy spot inside you, making you scream.

"Fuck! D-Don’t— Don’t stop! Please, mommies... use me!"

They exchanged a look above you, satisfied.

"There she is..." Rio slammed back down on your face, faster now, her hips slapping your chin. "Good girl."

Agatha, meanwhile, added a third finger, stretching you until pain bled into pleasure.

You were a sweaty, needy mess.

Their scent, Rio’s weight on your mouth, Agatha’s fingers ruining you—it was too much. Your body shook, muscles clenching, your mind reduced to pure instinct.

"Gonna cum, aren’t you?" Agatha snarled, her fingers now brutal. "Then cum. Cum like the obedient little bitch you are."

Rio locked her thighs around your head, her own moans pitching higher. "Cum with Mama, filthy girl."

And you obeyed.

Your orgasm hit like a hurricane, body seizing violently, your cries muffled by Rio’s cunt as she came too, her release dripping down your face.

Agatha didn’t stop, fucking you through it, dragging out every second until you were sobbing, overstimulated and twitching.

Finally, they stilled.

Rio slid off your face, collapsing beside you, while Agatha slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to suck your taste off with a smirk.

"That was... very good." Rio exhaled with a half-sated smile. "But Mama wants more." She knelt on the floor again, crawling over the carpet until she loomed over you.

"Up, pet. On all fours." She patted your thigh three times, positioning you exactly where she wanted. "Mama wants to try something, sweetheart."

Rio shot a wicked grin at her wife, who rose and went to their dresser, pulling out—

A strap.

Black.

Thick.

Massive.

You gasped, your ass instinctively lifting, and Rio cackled.

"So responsive..." She stroked your skin. "Mama wants to claim you every way possible." Her lips brushed your nape with devotion, goosebumps erupting down your spine.

Agatha sits at the edge of the bed, legs spread like a flower. A sharp slap lands on your ass. “Crawl to your Mommy.”

You obey.

Now face-to-face with her swollen, glistening cunt, your tongue slips out instinctively, ravenous for her again.

Rio smacks your ass hard, leaving the flesh quivering. “Look at this bitch already offering her ass without being told,” she laughs, stroking the red mark with her fingers. “Gonna beg for this cock, aren’t you, pet?”

You moan, arching deeper, your body betraying your need. Agatha, seated on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread, slaps them twice.

“Crawl here, slut. Come clean Mommy’s pussy before you take your Mama's cock.”

You obey, dragging yourself across the carpet like a bitch in heat. When you’re close, your tongue darts out automatically, worshiping her swollen lips.

“That’s it, my greedy little whore,” Agatha gasps, fisting your hair and grinding your face into her. “Get that tongue in my ass too, you filthy thing. I want you everywhere.”

Fuck.

The women are relentless.

You feel yourself throbbing, something inside you begging to be consumed.

Taken. Claimed.

As you obey, frantically licking between her lips, Rio positions herself behind you. The sound of a leather harness tightening makes you shiver.

You feel Rio’s fingers trace your rim, sliding one inside slowly, making you clench and swallow her perfectly.

“Shh, that’s it, sweetheart. So good,” Rio praises, stroking your soaked pussy, drawing another moan. She chuckles, the sound like music. “See? When I tease you here, your little ass opens right up. Your whole body’s begging for it.”

Instantly, you grind back, taking two of Rio’s fingers.

“Look at the size of this cock for this needy slut,” Rio taunts, rubbing the thick black strap against your dripping entrance. “Gonna cry when it’s all the way in, huh?”

Agatha yanks your hair, forcing eye contact. Her gaze is glassy with lust. “She loves it, my love. Bet her tight little ass is clenching around nothing… desperate to be stretched, aren’t you, baby?”

All you manage is a broken “Yes” before Rio slams into you, ripping a raw scream from your throat.

“FUCK YES!” Agatha shouts, grinding her clit against your face. “Stuff that tight little ass! Make her feel who’s in charge!”

Rio grips your hips and pounds mercilessly, every thrust bottoming out. “You like that, baby whore? Like being reshaped around my cock?”

Fuck.

Your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Fuck. Fuck. God. Yes! Please—use all my holes!” You scream against Agatha, your tongue still working her automatically as your body is destroyed from behind.

“That’s it, my pet. Suck Mommy’s clit like the good little cunt-slut you are,” Agatha moans, nails digging into your scalp.

Rio picks up the pace, hips slamming into you. “I wanna hear this bitch scream! Scream, slut! Scream who’s fucking you!”

Fuck.

No.

This is too much.

You feel like you’ll die.

The thick cock plunging in and out, splitting you open.

Rio’s rhythm is relentless—every thrust calculated to hit that spot that makes your legs shake. You’re being devoured by them, torn between Agatha’s tongue and Rio’s strap destroying you from behind.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

“MAMA! MAMA’S FUCKING ME!” you howl, tears streaming.

Agatha loses her mind, teetering on the edge of a violent climax. “YES, FUCK! STUFF HER LITTLE ASS! BREAK THIS WHORE WIDE OPEN!”

When the orgasm hits her, it’s like an earthquake—her body convulses, but she quickly composes herself and climbs off the bed.

Rio lands a brutal slap on your ass, flesh jiggling. “Enough playing, pet. Get on the bed and spread those legs,” she orders, pulling the black strap free with a wet, filthy sound that makes you whimper.

You obey instantly, crawling to the center of the bed, legs spread, body still trembling. Agatha returns, adjusting a shimmering purple strap around her hips. The contrast is divine—Rio, brutal and domineering; Agatha, elegantly cruel.

“Look at me,” Agatha commands, gripping your chin. “That ass belongs to Mama, but Mommy wants your cunt.”

She rubs the purple strap’s head against your swollen lips, and you don’t hesitate, opening your mouth to lick and suck like a good girl.

“That’s it, my greedy little slut,” Agatha gasps, tangling her fingers in your hair. “Get it nice and wet for Mommy to wreck that tight little pussy.”

Rio, impatient, is already behind you, the black strap dripping with lube and your own slick. “Let’s fill this little witch from both ends,” she snarls, lining the tip at your ass again.

Agatha doesn’t wait.

The moment you release the purple strap from your mouth, she presses its head to your entrance, circling slowly. “Ready to take both, love? Think you can handle it?”

Fuck.

You’re not.

Fuck.

Is this really happening?

Fuck.

All you choke out is a “Yes”—you couldn’t say anything else—before Rio rams the black strap into your ass with a brutal thrust, making you shriek. Agatha doesn’t hold back—once your body adjusts, she drives the purple strap into your pussy, inch by inch, until you’re utterly filled.

“HOLY FUCK!” You roar. God, this is too good!

“FUCK, LOOK AT HER TAKING BOTH!” Rio shouts, gripping your hips hard.

Agatha moans loudly, eyes fluttering shut. “My God, our girl’s so fucking tight,” she whispers, starting a slow, torturous rhythm. “Tell Mommy how good it feels. Tell me.” Her voice is sly, coaxing a needy, drawn-out whine from you.

Your tongue surrenders the space in your mouth, proving what an obedient bitch-in-heat you are.

“Yes, Mommy! Yes! Fuck—so good!” You sob, eyes rolling as both straps hit your sweet spots in sync.

Rio, of course, has no patience for gentleness. She pounds hard and fast, each thrust driving Agatha’s purple strap deeper into your G-spot.

“That’s it, my love! Wreck her ass while I ruin that pretty cunt!” Agatha moans, digging her nails into your thighs. “I want her coming on both of us!”

You’re lost in a storm of sensation—the delicious burn of Rio’s black strap splitting your ass, Agatha’s purple strap grinding your deepest spot, their voices snarling filth in your ears.

“Who owns you, huh?” Rio growls, smacking your ass hard, snapping you back to awareness. “Who’s your queen? Your goddess?” She speeds up.

“YOU!” you scream, clawing the sheets. “You, Mommies!”

Rio yanks your hair back, forcing your head up. Agatha sinks her teeth into your neck with a satisfied growl.

“Oh, Mommies! It hurts! Fuck! It hurts, but it’s so good!” Your mouth runs wild, your brain erased by their dominance.

You’re a dumb slut.

But you’re their dumb slut.

"That's it, our little slut," Agatha gasped, picking up the pace. "Now fucking cum! Cum on your mommies' cocks!"

There was no resisting.

How could you?

All this time, everything you'd done—every act of obedience—had been the spell controlling your mind. But now, more than ever, you wanted to obey.

Not because of the spell.

Because you belonged to them now. And they belonged to you.

Three hearts.

One curse.

Your body erupted in a violent orgasm, your walls clamping down on their straps as if trying to keep them inside you forever. Rio and Agatha didn’t stop, fucking you through your climax until their own moans grew louder, rougher.

Finally, they pulled out at the same time, leaving you to collapse face-first onto the bed, a mess of fluids dripping from your wrecked holes.

You fell back against Agatha’s body as she gathered your limp, exhausted form, cradling your head against her chest.

"Our good girl," she murmured, pulling you into a clumsy kiss. "You have no idea how much Mommy missed you, darling. Mommy loves you so much..."

There it was.

Her confession.

And the smile she gave you was so bright.

So real.

You would never dare doubt those words.

Then Rio wrapped around you as if you were made of glass. The melancholic artist, so cruel just minutes ago, now looked at you like you were the most precious painting she’d ever created.

She brushed the sweat-damp hair from your forehead with fingers still smudged in dried blood and whispered against your skin:

"My little princess."

You closed your eyes. And for the first time... there was no weight.

No exhaustion.

Just warmth.

And the absurd, almost terrifying sensation of being whole.

Rio rocked you gently while Agatha fetched a damp cloth, cleaning between your thighs with extreme care, wiping away the blood, the mess. You whimpered softly—not in pain, but in comfort.

In devotion.

"You were so good," Agatha whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "So strong."

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both.

How could you feel like this after everything? After the pain, the madness, the blood?

Whole.

You felt powerful.

And it wasn’t borrowed, like those times you’d faked control.

This time, it was real.

You had surrendered. You had been claimed. And yet, here, with their hands tending to you... you felt like you’d won.

Rio smoothed warm lavender-scented cream over your marked skin, massaging the tender flesh between your thighs where the night’s intensity still pulsed.

"Sore?" she asked, and you shook your head, pouting.

"Mmm... but I liked it."

She grinned, wide and bright, as if you’d just whispered the sweetest secret in the world.

"You're so brave... It's hard to try new things like this for the first time. Fear can get in the way. But you're special, aren't you?"

The smile she gave you was laced with pride, with a love so deep you nearly forgot how to breathe.

Agatha lay beside you, pulling you both into her arms. Her embrace enveloped you completely—a nest, a sanctuary.

"I knew," she murmured. "From the very first day. That you were a special girl. So smart. So creative. You'll have the world." Mommy promises.

You nestled between them, kissing Rio’s shoulder and gripping Agatha’s hand tight.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the heat of their bodies, to the mingled scents of magic, damp earth, and lavender.

Rio kissed your forehead. Agatha tangled her fingers with yours. And you, between them, sighed like someone who had finally come home.

There was no more pain. No more doubt.

Just this.

This twisted love.

This eternal spell.

This prison built from the most perfectly perverse materials—desire, fear, madness... and care.

And you accepted it.

Accepted it like swallowing poison knowing it was the only thing that could ever heal you.

Accepted it because this curse... was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

It was the touch that warmed your skin even on the coldest nights.

Their gaze that stripped you bare only to dress you in something better, something stronger, something truer.

The sense of belonging you’d spent your whole life searching for—and only found here, on your knees at their altar, marked in blood and pleasure.

It was wrong.

It was dangerous.

And yet, it was everything.

It was everything you’d ever wanted.

~*~

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The absence of carnal desires, not of love

Summary: When Aemond and (Y/n) are told that they should get married, a world collapses for both of them. Only time reveals that the two have a lot in common... Even if it's just the absence of carnal desires. (ace!Aemond x ace!reader)

Word count: 7.792

Authors note: I thought why not leave something for my fellow aces here? Ace!Aemond and ace!Reader. There is a description of the (not so happy) wedding night, so if you feel uncomfortable with reading about that, feel free to scip that part. The scene starts and ends with this little guy here: 🐲. The scene, where Aegon finds Aemond in the brothel is marked with this one:🐉 Apart from that: enjoy.

"You want me to marry one of those bastards?", Aemond blurted out. His mother stood before him with sympathetic eyes. "Your father has decided it. You're marrying Rhaenyra's daughter." Aemond's jaw ground. "I'm marrying a Strong. We both know it, and so would Father, if he weren't so blind." "Aemond...",she sighed, "You have a duty to fulfil to stabilise what little peace there is at the moment." She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I know you'd rather be married to Helaena, but I've tried everything. He won't be swayed." Aemond's heart raced with anger. He breathed in and out in a controlled manner. He pressed his lips together, letting his anger travel into his heart to freeze it.

"Aemond?", asked (Y/n) in shock? Her mum nodded. "I know it's not ideal, but-" "Not ideal? He hates us!" Rhaenyra sighed. Daemon sat back in his chair, not exactly thrilled. "She's not wrong." "We have our duty to fulfil. A wedding is the best way, to avert a lot of future disaster." (Y/n) sat down next to her stepfather and looked at the tabletop. Resignedly, she exhaled. "What if he refuses?" "My brother himself has decided. He can't refus.", Daemon explained calmly. She buried her face in her hands. Daemon slapped her shoulder encouragingly. "It could be worse." "How could it be worse, please?" He shrugged. "It could have been Aegon... Aemond was the one with the eye patch, wasn't he?" Rhaenyra sighed. "Yes. Aemond wears the eye patch." "Which is another reason to hate us.", (Y/n) explained, flustered. Daemon nodded. "Better to be a prude than a drunk. Trust me." Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. "The gods be with us."

Rhaenyra stat next to her old friend. "How did she take it?", enquired Alicent. "The way you take such news... Quite defiantly.", replied Rhaenyra. "Then she seems to be taking after her mother.", muttered Alicent. Rhaenyra didn't respond, but had to admit that she wasn't entirely wrong. "And Aemond?" Alicent pressed his lips together. "He's not happy... But he's dutiful enough." She nodded. "I'm sorry about what happened then." "I'd like to say he's gotten over it, but I don't think, that will ever happen." They both looked at the candles in front of them. The sept was empty. "When is she coming here?", asked Alicent. Rhaenyra smirked. "As soon as Daemon can squeeze her into a dress that hasn't already lost all its colour. He thought he could convince her better than I could." Alicent gave her head a thoughtful twitch. "Aemond doesn't usually try to stand out. He's not much good with splendour anyway." "Not the worst trait to have." "It is."

"A picture for the gods.", Viserys smiled at his son and granddaughter. Both stood stiffly next to each other. As much distance as the situation allowed between them. "Grandfather.", (Y/n) curtseyed slightly. Viserys smiled at Rhaenyra. "More exemplary than you ever were." She smirked. "Give her two days." Viserys looked at the future couple again. Daemon stood beside him, watching the silent spectacle with amusement. Both seemed to want to jump out of the window. Especially (Y/n), who detested the stiffness of her dress, glared at him with eyes filled with rage. "We're having a party!", announced Viserys. "To the engagement." Aemond showed no emotion. (Y/n) has the feeling of standing next to a stature. "A celebration is good. It gets the blood pumping. Just what those two sculptures need", Daemon grinned. Three very angry eyes fixed on him.

The sun shone relentlessly down on them as they walked through the gardens, urged on by the family, to get to know each other better. But neither of them said anything. He killed her with looks. She stubbornly looked straight ahead. "You're not fooling anyone.", he hissed quitely. "Everyone knows what you are." She felt the familiar rage inside her, but tried to control it. "You know... You're no more Targaryen than I am." she said with the intention to hurt. "How much fire runs through your mother's veins?", she hissed. "Your blood is just as washed out as mine. Your hair won't change that." Aemond made a hasty grab for her throat. Such were the waves of rage coursing through his veins. "Don't you dare compare us again, you bastard.", he hissed before he was torn away by Daemon. He said nothing. He merely raised an eyebrow and wordlessly put his nephew back on track. He brought Aemond back next to them, but barely kept his distance. "On with you two.", he said, nudging them both.

Rhaenyra and Alicent watched the spectacle with worried eyes. "Well that's a good start.", sighed Rhaenyra. Alicent closed his eyes in surrender. "All we can do is pray." "Or bring the two of them closer somehow." "And how do you envisage that?" Rhaenyra sighed. "They must have something in common." Alicent sighed as well. "Aemond is studying, practising fighting or flying out with his dragon. I don't want to know what happens, when Aegon does manage to drag him out of his chamber." Rhaenyra nodded. "Sending them off with the dragon is probably not the best idea with that temperament." "Not if you want them both to come back alive." "Maybe prayer is truly the only thing that will help."

She sat to his right to make sure he could see her without any problems. The meal was good. Memories were shared. Aegon teased Jacaerys. Helaene talked about a spider, that had made it into her collection and Rhaenyra and Alicent practised approximate conversation. Alicent cleared his throat. "Your mother says you speak High Valyrian." (Y/n) nodded. Grateful to be snatched from her silent bubble with Aemond. "I suppose it's passable." "No false modesty. She's almost better than me.", Daemon interjected. The word almost carried the most weight. "Ivestragī īlva ūndegon skorkydoso bōsa ao kostagon nykeēdrosa vestragon bona." (Let us see how long you can still say that.), she said with a teasing grin on her face. "īlon jāhor ūndegon byka zaldrīzes." (We will see little dragon.) Aemond just snorted. That he really called her dragon. "What about you?" Daemon turned to his nephew. "Nyke ȳzaldrīzes ziry olvie sȳrī nyke pendagon." (I speak it very well, I think.) All eyes were on them again. "Your pronunciation is sloppy.", was all she said. "And yours is far too stilted.", he replied grimly. They both took a sip of wine, so as not to have to continue the conversation. Silence returned immediately. Daemon raised his wine goblet. "To my brother. Your marriage market skills are unrivalled." "Daemon.", Rhaenyra warned him calmly. "Even you have to admit that an heir with these two must have to happen by magic. Don't worry about it, youngster. I never touched my first wife either. But do the world a favour and oil your sword more often. It's almost impossible to accumulate as much pressure as you do." The glass in Aemond's hand broke so forcefully that shards ate into his skin. His fist did not open, however. His blood dripped onto the tabletop unflustered. Despite this, Aemond's gaze was blank. Withdrawn into himself, he sat there. Aegon laughed, already half drunk, but the others just looked at Aemond. Except for (Y/n). She stood up, curtsying to her grandfather. "I'd like to say goodbye. The day has been quite eventfull." "Of course, child. But you owe me a trip tobthe dragonpit in the morning in return." She nodded politely and left the room quickly and stiffly. Heirs with that pompous brat. She couldn't imagine letting someone like him get that close to her. When she thought about it, she couldn't imagine enjoying that kind of touch with any man. Not a man who actually existed in any case.

Aemond, meanwhile, was still sitting at the table, looking stubbornly at the table in front of him. He put on his mask and tried to ignore the screams of rage in his head. Tried not to feel the humiliation. Especially in front of his brother. The one who made him do it the first time. Brought him to her. "Can I say goodbye as well, father?", asked Aemond. "But you owe me a trip to the dragonpit in the morning for that.", he replied again. Aemond nodded and tried to ignore the fact that his next meeting with her was already fixed.

Later, he lay in her arms, his hand wrapped in a bandage, his mouth sucking on her breast and letting his head be stroked soothingly. What kind of husband would he be? He had no desire for the normal needs. If he did, it was for purely physical reasons. He only needed one heir. Just one. Then they wouldn't have to see each other anymore. "Shhh.", she purred, brushing a tear from his cheek.

"You cheated!", Aemond was furious. (Y/n) just smiled. "I used the size of my dragon. How can I help it, if Vagahr can't fit through the lip?" Aemond rolled his eyes. "It's marvellous weather. Don't you think?" Viserys interjected. "Yes, father.", Aemond nodded. "A very beautiful sunrise.", (Y/n) replied. "Aemond usually goes training in the morning. Why don't you watch?" Aemond's eye twinkled in amusement. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I was hoping to take a look at the library." "You'll have plenty of time for that, once you're living here. You should spend as much time together as possible together for now." (Y/n) sulked, annoyed. "Fine." "Ah." Viserys laughed. "Now I finally see your mother in you."

On the training ground, (Y/n) leaned bored against the railing and looked down at Aemond, who was fighting with Ser Kriston. He was skilful, she had to admit. Elegantly and skilfully, he dodged and attacked. "Niece!", she heard and turned round in surprise at the shouting. As soon as she saw Aegon coming towards her, she heard a stifled cry from the square. Aemond was holding his upper arm with an annoyed look on his face. Ser Kriston held a sword under his throat. "You must not be distracted." Aemond looked angrily at his brother, then got back into position. "Who made you do this boring observation?", her uncle grinned at her. "The king", she replied simply. Aegon was still grinning. "How about I kidnap you tonight?" She raised an eyebrow. "You want to infiltrate this marriage before it even started?" Aegon laughed. "No, no, no. We'll sneak outside. You should know the town you're about to make your home in." She listened up. "And what do you have in mind?" "There's a squire who will... let's say..." "Oil his sword?" Aegon grinned enthusiastically. "Exactly. So there will be guards. No worries. One less evening in his presence, isn't it?" "Very true." "Then be ready."

Aegon dragged the overwhelmed boy through the brothel and (Y/n) reconsidered all the decisions in her life. Especially the one to just follow Aegon.

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"Did I tell you I came here as a lad? It’s a little tame, but a good place as any to get it wet. I know just the tutor for you, my boy." He simply ripped open one of the curtains and exposed the people inside. Aegon grimaced and quickly turned away again. "No. She’s woth three timest he price… Don't worry niece, one only does that to whores, not wives." He walked to the next curtain. "No." And to the next "No here neither. Her name is Sylvi or Selyse, or... I don’t know, something like that." He tore open the last curtain. A slightly older lady was lying on the silk-covered bed and holding a man. He turned round in surprise. Aemond? Aegon began to laugh hysterically. Aemond immediately sat up, knowing the rest of the pack was at his back. The scene didn't seem like the others. It didn't seem harsh or crude or animalistic. It seemed... calm. "Aemond the fierce!", Aegon exclaimed, still laughing. None of the others let an emotion flit across their faces. "You've come so far and yet you still lie with your very first. What a fine, sweet thing." Aegon settled down on the edge of the bed. "Did you fuck her like a hound?" He barked loudly. The lady on the bed, who had now put on a robe, winced slightly. "You see. I did not exaggerate. Such is the madam’s prowess, that even my brother will not sample another. Hard luck for your squire, though. As you can see, she… she’s now very much occipied." He looked at (Y/n). "Perhaps you can be shown how to please your husband in the future, (Y/n)." Aemond's eyes shot to her. Disbelief settled on his face. "You brought her here?", Aemond hissed at his brother. Aegon only continued to laugh.

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Aemond stood up, naked as he was, and left the niche. "Your squire is welcome to her." With that, he grabbed his niece's arm, pulled his clothes to him and dragged her behind him. She was still processing the sight of his naked body when he pushed her into one of the free niches closer to the entrance. He closed the curtains and began to dress frantically. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?", she simply repeated. He breathed in and out deeply. "I have every right to be here. You, on the other hand, have come to a fucking whorehouse completely defenceless! What if someone sees you? What if someone does something to you? Rape you? Kill you?", he reproached her as if she were a small child. She looked past him defiantly. "There were guards with us." She pouted slightly. "Apart from that, you'd be rid of me. That's what you want." Aemond snorted in annoyance. "Now don't be so dramatic" He pulled his cloak over himself, covering his hair. "Now come on." She didn't react immediately. Still sorting through the images of the evening. "(Y/n) come now!" "You didn't sleep with her.", she realised. Aemond faltered. "What?" She was in a daze. "Well... It didn't seem like the other nooks and crannies... Why did you come here when you didn't-" Aemond simply threw her over his shoulder. "Come now!", he said emphatically and dragged her out of the brothel. On the street, he set her back on her feet and pushed her in front of him. "Obey and I'll answer some of your questions." She allowed herself to be pushed towards the red keep. "Good."

The next morning, they both sat at the table with the rest of the family for their morning meal. Aegon was still hunched over his plate, but laughed with amusement every time he looked at his brother. That one tried to ignore him, but couldn't really suppress the nausea, that had taken hold of him. How much had he seen? How much had he recognised? How much would he humiliate him knowing that he had sucked on her breast like a newborn? "What are you up to today?", asked Rhaenyra (Y/n). She was just swallowing her bite when Aemond answered for her. "I promised to show her round... To answer a few questions." All eyes shot to him. The silence was stifling for the next three seconds before Aegon let out a loud snort. "Don't get too explicit. You'll scare her away." Aemond said nothing, just continued eating the egg and ham in front of him.

Later, they walked quite randomly through the corridors. "I decide which questions I answer.", he stated first to break the silence. She nodded. "Good, so did you sleep with her?" "No." "Then why are you going to her?" "To relax." She faltered. "Why? Isn't your bed comfortable enough?" Aemond wanted to erase the memory from her mind. It was too intimate. Too secret... His biggest secret. "Comfortable... and sometimes... A little lonely.", he pressed out, as if it would cause him pain to admit it. (Y/n) drew her eyebrows together in surprise. "I didn't think, you were someone who would be bothered by that." "I only seek her out occasionally... In stressful times." She nodded acceptingly. "How wrong one can be... But... I mean you go halfway across town, just so you don't sleep alone? She must be... well doing something." Aemond faltered. Yes, she was doing something. Held him. Mothered him since his mother had stopped. "She... She listens to me." (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows again in irritation. She remembered the brief image of the disturbed meeting. How he had lain there. How she had held him. His face against her chest. "It almost looked like you-" He quickly pressed his hand over her mouth. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Don't say it.", he interrupted her with a firmness in his voice. Then he quickly turned away and walked down the corridor. "The library is this way. You wanted to see it.

(Y/n) wandered along the rows of books, but didn't see a single one. Too absorbed in the questions, her mind was asking her. Aemond was cold, arrogant and mean. Aemond would not lie down with a woman to suckle her breast. Aemond would... He would humiliate and hurt a woman... Wouldn't he? Aemond Targaryen... A warrior, or a little boy, who had been played too many tricks? She remembered the day, her brothers presented him with the pig. She remembered, how he had run past her and to his mother with tears in his eyes. The way Aegon had humiliated him, seemed to have determined his whole life. Siblings fought, but Aegon had always enjoyed taunting others. It made no sense. This image and the Aemond she knew. The image of discipline and ambition. She sighed and leaned against the shelf. (Y/n) strangely felt no desire, to judge him for it. He went there ‘to relax’. He found peace in it. Perhaps even a safe place. She brushed a strand of brown hair from her forehead. She pushed herself off the shelf and wandered through the rows to find Aemond. She found him at one of the tables, bent over a book, that he didn't really seem to be reading. She sat down next to him, on the side of his good eye. "I don't judge it.", she merely whispered. Aemond looked at her as if he was just waiting for the mockery. "I don't really understand it, but...", she pressed her lips together, thinking. "There are far worse things you could do." Aemond snorted dismissively. "There are also far less humiliating things.", He flipped the book shut. "If you lose even a stray word-" "What would I do that for?" He looked at her. "Aemond, I'll be honest.", she began. He signalled to her that he was listening. "We can't avoid this marriage, so we should get along somehow. All we need is a male heir. Maybe just one child, if that's enough for you. After that, you're free to do what you want, as long as I have my peace." "And you'll keep your mouth shut?" She nodded. He nodded. "How long have you known her?", she asked. Aemond looked at the book. "Since I was thirteen. Aegon paid for it. My first. As you've heard. I didn't want to... We both couldn't stop it." He looked at her thoughtfully. "How is it that you're so open about this?" She shrugged her shoulders. "My mother wanted me to know what to expect. Besides, Daemon never made a hel about the daughters being in the room, when he told my brothers about his youth." Aemond nodded with a sigh. "One child is enough." "Good." "Good."

"What's wrong with you?", (Y/n) asked, bored, when she had been joined by Aemond in one of the rooms to make conversation. "What do you mean?", he returned tensely. (Y/n) just raised an eyebrow. "You look like Vagahr chewed you up once and spat you out again. And if you sit there any stiffer, your back will break." Aemond's jaw ground. "Stress", he simply replied and turned back to his studies. "Why don't you go and see her?" Aemond's gaze shot to her. She just shrugged her shoulders. "It relaxes you. You're definitely not relaxed. It's an easy solution." "No. Not an easy solution. Aegon will be back. This place isn't safe anymore." He tried to ignore the twinge in his chest. He felt like a child having his favourite toy snatched from him, only to watch it burn in front of him. Aegon had seen him. He didn't know, what conclusions his clouded mind had drawn. It kept him awake all night and the only thing, that would help him find peace, was now destroyed forever. He slammed the book shut and was about to get up, but got stuck in the intention and sat back down on the chair. "Aemond?" He took a deep breath. "I don't know how much Aegon has seen. I don't know what stories he's spreading. I can't sleep. I've built up a reputation over the years only to be caught by my drunken brother at the only moment I allowed myself to..." He broke off. "In which you allowed yourself to be... weak?", she asked hesitantly. Aware of the delicate subject. Aemond snorted. His brother had always just fallen to the top. Aemond had to work hard for everything. And now this fool probably knew everything, to ruin him.

"Aegon.", (Y/n) said politely and stood next to him. The garden was beautiful and in full bloom. Aegon, on the other hand, seemed to be avoiding the spirit of life today. He sat leaning against a tree in the garden and gazed glassily into nothingness. "Niece.", he mumbled, making a choking noise for a moment, then collected himself. She put on her most innocent face. The fact that he was probably still drunk enough, not to remember this conversation in its entirety, was definitely an advantage. "How long have you been travelling?" Aegon narrowed his eyes. "Until... Now. I haven't made it to bed yet." "Want some help?" Aegon immediately threw his weight onto one of her shoulders and staggered off. "Can I ask you something?" Aegon just grumbled. "If you have to." She smiled. "The night you took me with you." Aegon grinned stupidly. "I told you not to worry. That's what you do with whores, not wives." She banished the image that flashed in her mind. "Yes, that's what you said... I'm more worried, that your brother might expect more, well... Than I can give." Aegon grinned wider. "Why? Because he was lying with a whore. Always the same one. I don't think you need to worry... He truly is a loyal dog." He laughed. "She seemed... more experienced." "You'd expect that with her expertise and age." (Y/n) tried further. "Sure there was nothing... Strange going on in that nook, I mean?" Aegon laughed again, but then gulped slightly and immediately refrained. "Oh little niece. He was fucking. You can do that too. I just think it's a shame, they were already done. I'd love to see my brother fully human for once. He's such a prude. Well, never mind. Wait a minute.", He leaned to one side, bored, and threw up. Half of it landed on his trousers. "Okay. Go on." (Y/n) grimaced. Daemon had been right. It could have been worse.

She slammed the book down on the table in his study and sat down. "He doesn't know anything.", she said simply. "And you owe me a new dress." Aemond looked up in confusion. "Aegon", she explained, "I found him drunk in the garden this morning. He thinks you fucked a whore and nothing else. So relax and get some sleep. With your dark circles, you'll lose the other eye too." Aemond looked at her, perplexed. "You questioned him?" "I danced around the subject, but your brother tends to have conversations like that with his head through the wall." "What did you ask?", he asked immediately, unsettled. Anger resonated in his voice. "Whether I should be worried that you might have special wishes for me when you value her experience." Aemond leant back in his chair. He exhaled in surrender. "And he knows nothing?" (Y/n) shook his head. "Nothing special, it seems." "That's good.", he stated simply. (Y/n) nodded. "It is." She flipped open her book. "I wasn't joking about the dress, by the way." He let his eye wander over her. "I'm sorry.", he muttered. "Tell that to the maids. It took me three tubs before I felt clean again." "What exactly happened?" "He threw up in the wrong direction." Aemond pressed his lips together and looked at his book again. His stomach felt strangely light at the thought that she had gone through this ordeal for him. He couldn't really place it, but decided it made him too vulnerable and pushed it aside.

"(Y/n) sit down.", said her mum, pointing to the chair next to her. She complied with the request. "What is it?" Rhaenyra smiled gently at her. "So the wedding is coming up.", she began. "Yes... I know." She nodded again. "Good, you remember the conversations we had, regarding the wedding night?" "In great detail." "But if you still have questions-" "Don't worry.", she interrupted her immediately. Rhaenyra seemed to be struggling for words. Something that never actually happened. "Aegon came to me.", she said bluntly. "Aegon?... Argh." She let her back slam against the back of the chair. "Believe me, there were other reasons, why I went to see him." "And what reasons would those be? Did you notice something, when you snuck out that made you feel insecure?", she smirked. "He told you?" Rhaenyra smiled. "Told me. Shouted it at me with laughter. Take your pick." "I'm going to scalp him." Rhaenyra laughed in amusement. "At least everyone knows now that you are truly my daughter." "You giving birth to me wasn't proof enough?"

Aemond came to her table in the library. She looked at him for a moment with a tense mouth. "You look more rested." "One less burden.", he explained simply. She nodded and looked back down at her book. "What's wrong?", he simply asked. "My mother has called me in, because your brother is now worried about my knowledge of the marriage bed., She looked at him venomously. "You owe me far more than a bloody dress." He just nodded and looked back down at his book. He did owe her something.

The dress hung heavily on her. The embroidery and embellishments in red and black stretched across the fabric. Her hair was plaited and pinned up. Necklaces and bracelets were put on her. She allowed herself to be led to the throne room and placed before the king, where Aemond was already standing, dressed in black as usual. His clothes were also more ornate than usual. They took their hands. It was only then that (Y/n) realised that they had never really touched before, apart from the day in the brothel, when he had dragged her with him. They recited their vows. They were celebrated. They danced and drank. And neither of them really knew, what to make of it. (Y/n) because she still wasn't really sure, what to expect from this marriage and Aemond, because he just couldn't shake this strange feeling in his stomach. It was only when they were pushed into his room, that (Y/n) really realised what was about to happen. She felt involuntarily tense. She looked at him uncertainly. However, he went into his room. "I'm paying my debts today.", he said simply. Her brows drew together. :Aemond, I was jesting." But he only reached into a true and pulled out a dress and laid it across the bed. She walked towards it. "Green?" He twitched his eyebrow. "You just said a dress. Nothing else." She smirked devotedly. "All right... It's still pretty." Aemond reached for a small tin on the table next to the bed. "And the other... Gift, if you will." She took the tin and opened it hesitantly. Irritated, she looked inside, then at Aemond. "A fish bladder filled with blood. I'll stage the bed and drain the bladder. You can choose, when you come to me. Or we can do our duty. I'll give you the choice." She looked at the little ball. "You'd really give it up?" He nodded. "It's more duty than anything else.", he confessed. She allowed herself to be surprised, that anyone else felt that way als well. She closed the tin. "What would your plan be... For an heir?" "I'll come round once a week." She nodded and placed the tin on the bed. "Then we shouldn't put it off too long." She reached for the cloak on her shoulders and put it down. As she reached for the lacing at her back, she realised, that her hands were shaking slightly. Aemond removed his jacket and shirt. He was slim but muscular. He had a certain attractiveness. But a hard one. An unyielding one. She had seen him like this before, she reminded herself consciously. She let her dress slide off her and now stood before him in just her undergarment. Aemond simply brushed off his trousers and stood in front of her like in the brothel. His posture said that he didn't mind being seen like this. But his eye betrayed him. "Aren't you going to take the patch off?" Aemond's stature crumbled slightly. "Most people don't like the sight of it." "Only if you want to. You don't have to." He nodded, tidied away the can and dress, then motioned for her to lie down. She adjusted the pillows at her back, when she saw him reach for his eye patch. With a practised grip, he undid the laces and put the piece aside. He turned towards her. She scrutinised him closely. A sapphire shone in the eye socket. She had also seen this in the brothel, but she had been distracted by his nakedness then. "A beautiful stone.", was all she said. Aemond merely sat down on the bed. Relief rippled through his muscles. That it didn't disgust her seemed to mean more to him than he had realised.

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(Y/n) took a deep breath as he lay on top of her. He reached for a small vial and oiled his hand. "What are you doing?" "It makes the whole thing easier. It'll probably still hurt, though." She nodded. "I know." He grabbed himself with his oily hand. Quickly and purposefully, he ran his hand over himself. He didn't look at her. Looked stubbornly at her shoulder. His ears were red. His gaze revealed, how uncomfortable he was. All observations fizzled out of her mind as he pushed her legs further apart and pushed her underdress high enough to expose her most intimate part. He pressed himself against her. She felt him. "Can I?" he asked tensely. She nodded. "Yes." He pushed himself into her. It was literally burning. She felt like she was going to tear up, but she blinked away the tears. Everyone had told her it hurt at first. She gripped the pillow beneath her for support and breathed in and out in a controlled manner until he had sunk himself completely into her. Aemond held still for a moment and waited. "Say when I can mive.", he pressed out. She wiped the tears from her face as unobtrusively as possible and tried to force her body to relax. Aemond's hand slipped between them. His thumb placed itself on her and drew circles. She exhaled in surprise. "Better?", he asked. "A little." He nodded and thrust lightly. It was a surreal experience for both of them. Aemond was uncomfortable with the closeness and yet he felt the strange feeling in his stomach again, when he was able to take away some of her pain. He should start like this next time. He sounded an idiot. He should have thought of that earlier. (Y/n) was torn between pain and the pleasant feeling that Aemond gave her with his thumb. Aemond tried to keep it as short as possible. As soon as he felt the sensation, he let himself fall over the cliff and jerked haphazardly above her. He carefully, but quickly extracted himself and brought himself back next to her.

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(Y/n) was quite glad, that it was over. She merely closed her eyes. "I'm sorry.", Aemond whispered. (Y/n) shook his head. "It had to be." She hoped her suppressed tears didn't show completely. Aemond felt as if his chest was being pierced. He saw himself when he was thirteen. How he had tried with all his might not to let the tears fall. How he hadn't wanted to be touched for weeks afterwards. And now he was doing the same to her. She took a deep breath in and out and then reached for the cloak next to the bed. Aemond understood, got dressed again and opened the door for the maid, who was waiting in front of it with her eyes downcast. The small figure went into the room, pulled the bedding down and up again and disappeared. The proof of the marriage in her hand. Aemond looked at (Y/n). "You can stay here if you want." She considered. "I don't really know, what I want." Aemond put himself to bed. He lifted the covers slightly. "You can leave any time you like." (Y/n) nodded, but first looked to the bowl of water the maid had provided. Aemond nodded understandingly and turned his back to her.

The night was restless for both of them. Aemond was woken by one nightmare after another. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that night before him. (Y/n) just wanted to take a bath and not feel like she did now. She waited forever, before the burning between her legs stopped and she finally fell asleep. She didn't dream.

In the morning they both stood tired in front of their family. (Y/n) said goodbye to her mother, who was flying to Dragonstone, and suppressed the feeling of loneliness, she was experiencing. She would stay here now. Her family would leave. Her mum, her brothers. Even Daemon she would miss somehow. Aegon grinned stupidly at the sight of the tired figures and teased them. (Y/n), who was already at the edge of her strength, simply tripped him and watched him fall into one of the rose beds. The corners of Aemond's mouth twitched slightly. He left for training and (Y/n) just stood in her chambers for quite some time, until she decided to go back to sleep. And she carried out this decision for three days in a row. Aemond did not notice her absence. Apart from the maids, no one was looking for her. So she really did have all the freedom she wanted. Even to simply cease to exist. It wasn't until the fifth day, that there was a knock at her door. To her surprise, Alicent stepped through the door. (Y/n) rose quickly and bowed. "What happened between you and Aemond?", she asked bluntly. (Y/n) faltered. "I don't understand?" Alicent sighed. "I understand that... It's been five days and no one can testify, that you've seen each other again. What happened?" (Y/n) looked at her hands in irritation. "Only what was expected of us." "An heir is expected and one doesn't just show up like that." "Aemond... has a plan", she muttered. Alicent scratched her thumb along her finger. "I know it's not the best experience in the world, but it gets better. You'll get used to it." "That's good to know." Alicent nodded. "This marriage has to work. For the safety of us all." "I'm aware of that." "Then try harder.", she concluded and left the room.

On the seventh day after the wedding, Aemond went to see her. He had stayed away from her the whole time. He could feel the monster inside him moving too much. As if it had been stabbed with a spear. Normally a very proud creature, it now seemed unable to reconcile, what it had experienced with itself. He had been thinking about it. All this time, he had been thinking about how he could make it easier. But now that he was standing in front of her, it all seemed somehow laughable. He had hurt her. He had hurt his wife. He was no better than Aegon.

(Y/n) saw Aemond for the first time in a week. He looked tired. Agitated. Silently, he sat on the bed, but did nothing else. (Y/n) let him take the time to compose himself. "I don't want to hurt you any more.", he confessed. She looked down at her lap. Only now did she realise, how tense her body had been since he had entered the room. She smiled slightly, but her eyes didn't really join in. "I was told it would get better. With time." Aemond nodded. "I can't yet.", he said despite himself. "And what are we going to do now?" "How about a flight?"

"That little lizard is far too sneaky.", Aemond complained. "This little lizard is the fastest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms.", grinned (Y/n). Aemond looked at her dragon. One of Syrrax's boys. Vilar. Aemond stayed with 'little lizard'. Just big enough to carry (Y/n), but unfortunately really the nimblest creature he had ever seen. "That felt good.", she confessed. Aemond nodded. "Nothing better to clear your head." He stroked Vagahr's neck lightly. (Y/n) looked up at the stars. How unimportant they all were. Even a creature like Vagahr. Who could care about a white haired child more or less? She sighed. "Long week?", asked Aemond. She shrugged her shoulders. "I slept through most of it", she admitted. Aemond stood next to her and looked at the moon. "I didn't sleep a wink for that." They spent half the night together in silence.

"It's been four months, Aemond!", his mother made him understand. "I know.", he just said. "Aemond, this is important!" Aemond didn't move. "I'm aware of that." "Then go, find her and do something!" He stood in front of her and looked at her. "I do what I can. But I have other obligations than just having sexual intercourse with my wife." Alicent rolled his eyes. "What your brother has too much of, you lack entirely. The gods are punishing me." Aemond's chest hardened. Wrong again. Not right. Broken. A disappointment. "Is that all?", he asked. Alicent waved him away. He went straight to (y/n). In her room, he found her embroidering something. A rare picture. "You're embroidering?", he asked, irritated. She threw the fabric on the table. "To call it that would be blasphemous. Helaena has this new beetle she likes and I wanted to embroider it on a cushion for her, but it looks more like a crushed beetle." She looked at him. "What is it?" "My mother.", he explained and sat down next to her. He picked up a goblet of wine and took a sip. (Y/n) looked regretfully at the table. "So she came to you, too." He just nodded. She reached for her embroidery again, looked at it begrudgingly and put it away. "Can you bring me some books from the library?", she asked him. He raised an eyebrow. "And the fine lady isn't going herself because?" She pursed her lips in annoyance. "Because your mother told the maesters to keep me here, until I finally have an heir under my heart. They say I'm too stressed and dragon riding... What did they call it?... Dragon riding is withering my womb." Aegon furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. "I couldn't say we aren't doing anything to change that. That would probably only make her more nervous." She stroked the rim of her wine goblet. Maybe they should just get it over with. "We're flying out. Right now." Aemond suddenly decided and stood up. (Y/n) looked at him in astonishment. "Are you sure?" "Very sure.", Aemond said. He folded his arms behind his back, as he so often did. "We are married... The marriage is consummated... No one can dissolve it. How we conduct it is now up to us." He seemed to be thinking out loud more, than actually talking to (Y/n). His head was spinning. "We'll just spend every night in the marriage chambers from now on." He looked directly at her. "If they think we're trying long enough, eventually the question will come up, that it just won't work. Then they'll leave us alone.", he explained. (Y/n) looked at him closely. That fate put together the two of them of all people. When Aemond noticed her gaze, he faltered. "What?" She shook her head. "That's a good plan.", she admitted simply. Aemond nodded. "Come on, then. Vilar will already be restless."

Rhaenyra and Alicent walked through the garden, letting the warm summer air brush against their skin. "I'm thinking of having Aegon organise Daeron's name day feast.", Raehnyra said. Alicent's eyebrows drew together. "Why that?" "Maybe it'll teach him to take responsibility. After all... this is his expertise... And passion." Alicent rolled his eyes. "If you want to bankrupt the realm so soon after your coronation." Rhaenyra smiled. "Don't worry. He'll get a fixed budget." They walked on in silence. "Aemond and (Y/n) seem to have... well, they really have grown closer." Alicent sighed. "Yes, and yet... Over a year of marriage Rhaenyra. And nothing." She ran her fingers over a flower as she walked past.

"They avoided each other at first. I would have understood then, but now they spend every night together. By the gods, they've become almost inseparable. They study together, fly out and she watches him train." "Maybe it's just not meant to be", Rhaenyra pondered. "But if their bond is so strong... What more could we want for them?" "Heirs.", Alicent replied simply. Rhaenyra could only laugh at her friend's dry delivery. Even Alicent joined in. "Rhaena and Gwayne seem to be in contact at the moment.", Rhaenyra grinned. Alicant raised her eyebrows in surprise.

They both looked intently at the pitch. Cyvasse had become both of their favourite pastime over the last few months. There was something teasing and playful about it. She often caught Aemond grinning during the game. As if for the first time he was a child, who had finally found someone to play with. Their relationship had become more intimate. By now, they both appreciated the bond that had been formed. They could spend whole evenings in silence. Each engrossed in their own book. They could amuse themselves with games. (Y/n) had suggested it. She had played a lot with her brothers until they decided, they were too old for it. Aemond had also been sceptical at first, but now he himself was often the first to move the pieces around the board. It was a strange marriage. It didn't have the physical passion that was required of them. They only exchanged light caresses. Aemond's everyday life was characterised by stress. Stress that he mostly caused himself. Since he no longer attended the silk street, he lacked a fundamental counterbalance to that very stress. He had become increasingly tense. One day (Y/n) had simply started stroking his hair. He had watched her at first, like a hawk, but then he had melted like butter on hot meat. She often held him. Sometimes he buried himself against her breasts. They talked. Hidden in their little save world. They even kissed. Chaste and yet loving. Their marriage worked. It was healthy. It was... happy. The court had stopped asking questions about an heir. Meagor himself hadn't been able to have a child. The world assumed it was the same with them.

Aemond's hand settled on a figurine. He playfully shifted an elephant. (Y/n) took in the new image. "Not bad.", she murmured with a grin. Aemond looked smugly at the board. "Not bad for real." She reached for her dragon and let it eat the elephant. "Not bad for me.", she teased. Aemond pursed his lips. "Touche." "Aegon is to organise Daeron's name day celebration", (Y/n) told him. Aemond looked at her with appraising disbelief. "Your mother wants to bankrupt the realm so quickly?" She smirked. "He's on a fixed budget." Aemond shook his head with a grin. "Well, if she thinks that will stop him." He reshaped his stones. "Has my mother visited you lately?" She shook her head. "The last visit was... Three months ago, I'd say." Aemond nodded in satisfaction. "Do you really think they will leave us alone now?" "I hope so.", she sipped her wine. She struggled to find the next words. "Do you think we're broken?" Aemond didn't show any surprise. He let the question sink in. "Even if we were, we've found each other... Haven't we?" He looked into her violet eyes. She smiled slightly. But quickly became serious again. "And... You really don't want it? You're not giving it up just because of me?" He shook his head. "I just don't like it.", he realised. His fingers ran delicately over the dragon figure carved from onyx in front of him. "And you?" She paused. "I never had a desire for it... I think I could have got used to it... But I don't want it if I don't have to." He nodded. "How fate can play into your hands like that." She laughed lightly. "Hm. A year ago, you were at my throat." He smirked slightly. "Don't pretend, you didn't want to do the same to me." She allowed herself to smirk, then looked down at his hands, still caressing the little dragon. "Have you ever been with her again?", she asked. He immediately shook his head. "I sent her a generous settlement two months after our wedding and a letter, letting her know that I no longer require her services." He looked at his wife's calm face. "Why do you ask? Jealousy?", he smirked teasingly. She smiled sheepishly. "I want to know what would keep you here." "What do you mean?" She shrugged her shoulders. "We're not going to have an heir. Good. But... There would be plenty of dragonlings to care for on Dragonstone. We could go there. Jacaerys will soon succeed to the throne and be trained. Dragonstone would be free." She grinned. "And we both know that Aegon will do everything he can to avoid having to leave the red keep. So he's hardly an option as a Dragonstone heir." "His disappearance would drive three whorehouses into bankruptcy and cause the economy to go awry." She laughed. He smiled as well. They looked at each other. "So? Dragonstone?", she asked. He nodded. "Dragonstone."

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ireneaesthetic · 6 months ago

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Pointing out little moments and details of scenes that need to be remembered.

lake scene • episode 6

before diving into it, bare with me! the lake scene wouldn't be the lake scene if it wasn't for edvin and omar fr: the uncut version of the convo wilmon has was 8 minutes long and all improvised when it was shot. edmar just got told to say what they thought wilmon wanted to say and boom! this lake scene happened. no one is doing it like them.

oh alice is the cherry on top - the 'oh alice we're growing up', the melody fits the setting and the warm colors just right. the perfect song for the perfect scene.

talking about song - wille's song was written right after this scene as lisa said: 'i could see simon walking back home that night, sitting down by his keyboard, birds singing outside, the sun already up and finally it dawning in him: it shouldn't be a revolution to love someone'. do what you want with this info!

without further ado, let's get into it :)

the little smirk after wille stumbles is cuuute. terms are not the best but it still takes something so simple to lighten the mood.

wille's carrying his blue blanket with him can only mean they went to his room to take it before heading here - and so in the time between scenes they talked and thought about the lake to forget everything, planned to bring a blanket to lie down on and enjoy the sunrise, just the two of them :')

you can see the weight of the situation suddenly hitting him.

it's so bittersweet - the lake has always been their happy place but the mood is much darker now, they're sharing what they think is the last big moment together at sunrise.

they try to keep the convo as light as possible but they know too well how much this hurts.

the single tear streaming down.

the different reactions are what get me the most: wille seems almost relaxed in letting the emotions take over compared to simon who's very controlling over it - he blinks and bites his lip trying to stop more tears from falling, he averts his eyes.

simon's not so accepting whilst wille looks resigned.

the scene makes the best out of the limited time bc nothing feels rushed at all: there's no music at first to create that alone time intimacy properly and it keeps getting better with the camera focusing on the way they look at each other shot after shot.

wilhelm breaking the silence with it takes a fool to remain sane is the sickest thing isweartogod.

such a monumental and fond throwback. it's the first memory they have of each other but it's also the first one we have of wilmon too. it brings everyone back to that very first time.

this shot is incredible. young royals will always hold a special place in my heart and i want to remember wilmon just like this.

you would never tell they saw and touched and explored each other's body more than once by the way they're both so shy to undress and wilhelm has to tear his eyes away from simon.

they're still my favorite losers <3

it's also the first time simon undresses himself without wille's help. i think the essence is - to be completely bare and show the most vulnerable version of themselves, to get rid of all the layers and weights they carry around, to let it all behind for this one last time together.

the sparkle in simon's eyes when he looks at wille is so sweet. it's more of a bitter taste that comes with this scene, but in a list of moments that are a perfect example of how much they simply enjoy each other's company, this is definitely one of those - simon says 'when it was us it was good' at the end and it is very true.

all i see here is the plain and simple version of them, they feel so much and everything about this scene is telling us that they just needed to found the right place and the right time to let it out - the nostalgia, the sorrow, the sadness, the silly energy too. it's all so pure.

'they undress, they walk down into the water naked, and they are rebirthed'. lisa once described this moment using these words and they're probably the most accurate. it reminds me of the thing i wrote earlier - taking the white clothes off feels like freeing themselves of every burden and then stepping into the water as a form of sanctification of it.

whether you see it in a religious or a non-religious way, it is a very beautiful image.

the eye contact game is going stronger than everrr.

they're too pretty to be real ugh.

the splash of water :')

this is extremely beautiful and the transition between the two is perfectly made.

it's such a loving gesture - we can't really tell which one of the two is done before but it's the fact simon does it twice that matters: he follows the instinct to do it once but it's still not enough so he feels the need to do it again.

this shot was one of the stills that came out for promo before the season's release and i remember being completely blown away by it.

i claimed it and said this scene would be one of the core ones of the show and well, i guess i was right!

the whole water sequence is a visual representation of simon getting further and further away from wilhelm. both times he turns around to look at him tho - it's not what he wants to do but he has to do it for their sake.

also! one pov is from into the water and the other one is from the shore. idk if it's casual or hides an actual meaning but it's fun to point out sooo

too many single tears were shed for my fragile heart to handle.

this pretty much sums up the way i felt at the end too.

pain is written all over simon's face but i was not prepared for wille's sobs and his shoulders uncontrollably shaking. stab me.

he just keeps watching simon slip through his fingers and he's left to wonder what's supposed to happen now?.

from wille's words - 'how can you just be over me? i thought it would be us' - we learn that he's convinced simon is already over them and he's alone in struggling to accept it and move on (oh if only he knew).

he breathes but this is more of a this is it sigh - now it's time for me to learn how to let him go.

#no words can express how it felt to watch this in a room full of fans and with the cast #it truly meant the world to me #core memory 💌#young royals #young royals analysis #yr s3 #lake scene #wilhelm x simon #wilmon

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flippinpancakes64 · 10 months ago

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Hello, I absolutely love your work. iv re read your stuff so many times that it's getting concerning.

Can I request the cullens x artist reader who made a painting of them I just think that would be cute

The Cullens with an Artist! Reader

Thank you?!?! I suggest seeking mental help for rereading my bad stories tho

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know that he is an artist too

He made Bella a whole song on the piano

As someone who can play the piano, that’s not easy

So he definitely loves that you’re also artistic

For you, he’s a muse

I mean, how could he not be

Literally the definition of perfect

So obvs you sketch him a lot

When he finds an almost finished painting one day of him, he is floored

He can never seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you

He hangs it up

Even if it’s not finished

If you insist on finishing it, he will begrudgingly take it down and give it back

But as soon as it’s done it’s all his

Alice:

She’s also an artist

But more with fashion

And design

She’s not so well-versed with the classical arts like painting or sketching

So she always loves seeing your paintings

She’s a coexistence girly

She loves to just be doing something while you’re painting

You know just sort of existing in the same space at the same time

The day you give her the painting, she is so surprised

It was so difficult for you to hide this from her

Especially with her gift

She absolutely loves it

She hangs it in the main room of the Cullen house

She wants absolutely everyone to see it and acknowledge how talented her s/o is

Jasper:

He loves the arts

They’re relaxing to him

Some of his favorite classes he’s ever taken in all of the schools they’ve been at have been art classes

He’s not good by any means, but he loves it anyway

Art dates with him are a must

He would love that tiktok trend where you and your partner trade paintings every couple of minutes

Never misses an opportunity to tell you that he loves your work

He honestly almost started crying when you showed him your painting of him

You made him look so happy, so peaceful

He’s used to being perceived as a monster

Definitely hangs it up

But only in his room

He wants to be the only one to see it

Rosalie:

She’s more of a technical, sciencey person

Not to say she doesn’t like art

Just that she doesn’t necessarily enjoy making it

She can definitely appreciate good work tho

And she loves everything you make

She buys you new supplies all of the time

If just one pen ran out of ink in your favorite set, she would buy you a whole new set

When you give her that first painting though, she’s obsessed

She wants at least 20 more by tomorrow

But actually, she knows that she’s beautiful

But something about the way you capture her is just so different she loves it

Emmett:

He’s not an art person either

He’s a bit of a meathead

But he can appreciate art

Probably not as deeply as other people can

But he know when it looks good

And he genuinely thinks you’re the best artist ever

He will gladly put all of your little doodles in the clear pockets of his binders

And hang them on his locker

When you give him the painting of him he’s actually dumbfounded

Like awestruck

What do you mean the best artist in the world just made a painting of him?

Get ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night

Esme:

Resident artist

We already knew that tho

I’m pretty sure it’s said that she’s the one who made the grad cap piece?

Idk

Either way she loves art

Pottery dates, painting picnics, date nights at the art museum

She loves it

So if you were to ever paint her and give it to her?

Yeah she’s gonna start crying

She just loves art, she loves you, and you put them together and she’s so in love

She hangs it in the main room

It doesn’t matter if the colors clash

And it’s never coming down

Carlisle:

Another appreciater of the arts

I mean, he probably knew Da Vinci on a personal level this guy is so old

So it’s no shock

Whenever he’s home and hanging out with you, he loves to watch you paint or draw

Especially if he’s doing some paperwork

I just feel like he would like the company while he’s working

Now I don’t see Carlisle as the type of guy to necessarily enjoy pictures or paintings of himself

The only portraits he has in his office are either him in a crowd or family photos

So when you give him a portrait of himself, he’s a little shocked at first

He doesn’t want to seem narcissistic, but damn you made him look good

He hangs it up in your shared bedroom

Even though he knows he will likely never have guests who would see it, he wants to make sure it’s hidden

He just doesn’t want people to think he’s vain

But he secretly loves it so much

Vampire! Bella:

I think I’ve talked about it before but this girl would have loved deviantart

Rip Bella you would have loved fan art of your favorite characters

But she totally had an artsy phase

I don’t think she’s necessarily good or bad

She just prefers to look at art rather than make it

So that’s where you come in

She loves just watching you work

Every once in a while she paints with you

But she always feels inferior when she looks at what you made vs what she made

So she usually just sticks to admiring

The first time you give her a portrait of herself, she doesn’t even know what to do

She’s still getting used to actually perceiving herself as beautiful

And then you capture her like she’s a goddess?

She needs to lie down

She loves it tho

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gothicxreylover · 5 months ago

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Ello, This is a request! Can you do yandere hashira with reader who is genuinely insane, but they can’t seem to manipulate her at all. Like they try to use readers mind against them but it isn’t working at all, please? (Also I love your writings sm pls don’t ever quit) I mean kinda like the mad hatter from Alice in Wonderland!

Yandere Hashira x Insane!Reader (Unmanipulatable Madness)

Hello! Thank you for your request and sorry if i took a bit long to get to this I have a lot of requests I need to do and I haven’t been feeling very good lately. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

✨ GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Gyomei believes he can save you. He doesn’t rely on subtle manipulation but on overwhelming emotional influence. He wants you to feel safe in his presence, to trust him, to depend on him.

But when he speaks in that sorrowful, reverent voice about how fragile you are—how you need his protection—you simply giggle.

“Fragile? Oh, my dear mountain, even glass can cut if it breaks the right way.” You twirl around him, hands hovering over his broad shoulders. “I could shatter at any moment, and wouldn’t that be fun?”

Gyomei furrows his brows. He’s never met someone so untouched by his words, someone who doesn’t crumble under the weight of devotion. But he refuses to give up. Even if he has to hold you in chains, even if he has to keep you where he can always hear your heartbeat—he will be your rock. Even if you never lean on him willingly.

🔥 KYOJURO RENGOKU

Kyojuro is used to winning people over with his charisma. He wants to inspire you, to make you feel like you belong only with him.

“My love, the world is dangerous! But I will always be your guiding flame!” he declares with his usual enthusiasm.

You blink at him, then burst into delighted laughter. “Flames dance, you know! They flicker and twist and devour! But do they lead? Or do they just burn everything in their path?”

For once, Kyojuro is speechless.

You’re not scared. You’re not swayed. You’re just chaos incarnate. And he realizes, with a sinking feeling, that it doesn’t matter how bright he burns—you’ll never follow his light. But that only makes him chase you harder.

💨 SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

Sanemi is aggressive in his love. He wants to break you, wants to make you admit that you need him and only him.

“You’re weak,” he snarls, pinning you against the wall. “You wouldn’t last a day without me!”

You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with unhinged amusement. “Wouldn’t I? But what if I’m already dead?~”

Sanemi flinches. “The hell are you talking about—”

“Oh, Sanemi,” you whisper, grinning like a specter. “Maybe I died ages ago, and now I’m just pretending. Maybe I’m not even real. How funny would that be?”

For once, he’s the one thrown off. His usual intimidation tactics just don’t work. You’re not afraid, not begging, not even fighting back. You’re just… madness.

And it drives him absolutely insane.

🌊 GIYU TOMIOKA

Giyu’s approach is quiet, insidious. He wants you to feel like he’s the only one who understands you, the only one who truly sees you.

“You don’t belong with them,” he murmurs, watching you with those unreadable blue eyes. “Stay with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

You smile sweetly. “Safe? From what? The shadows? The whispers? The tiny little spiders in my head?” You lean in conspiratorially. “Jokes on you, Giyu, I like the whispers.”

Giyu freezes.

His whole strategy was to convince you that you needed him to shield you from the world… but how do you shield someone who embraces the chaos?

Still, his grip tightens. Even if he can’t manipulate you, he won’t let you go.

⚡️ TENGEN UZUI

Tengen tries to make you want him. He showers you with affection, with dazzling words and extravagant gestures.

“You’ll never find someone as flamboyant as me, my dear!” he boasts.

You tilt your head. “That’s true!”

He smirks—until you giggle.

“But who says I want flamboyant? Maybe I want someone boring. Maybe I want someone horrifying. Or maybe… maybe I don’t want anything at all~”

Tengen blinks.

He thrives on being wanted. He needs to be the center of your world. But you? You’re a storm he can’t control, a force of nature he can’t predict.

And that makes you irresistible.

🌸 MUICHIRO TOKITO

Muichiro plays the long game. He’s patient, waiting for the moment when you slip, when you show even a fraction of vulnerability.

But you never do.

“You’re strange,” he finally says, staring at you with clouded eyes. “No matter what I say, you don’t change.”

You beam at him. “Maybe that’s because I don’t have a shape to change! I’m just a dream, Muichiro! A little figment flitting through your mind~”

For the first time, he feels… lost. He thought he had you figured out, but you don’t follow patterns.

Still, he won’t stop watching. One day, he will make sense of you.

🐍 OBANAI IGURO

Obanai’s love is suffocating. He isolates you, whispers in your ear that no one else can be trusted, that you belong to him.

“Do you really think they care about you?” he hisses. “They’ll just use you. I’m the only one who—”

“Who what?” You suddenly grab his mask, tugging him so close he can feel your breath. “Who loves me? Who understands me? Ooooh, Obanai, that’s adorable!”

His blood runs cold.

“You think I need to be told who I belong to? Oh, sweetheart, I don’t even belong to me!” You giggle and spin away, eyes wild. “Now tell me, how do you possess something that isn’t real?”

For the first time in his life, Obanai feels like he’s the one trapped.

And he hates how much he loves it.

🦋 SHINOBU KOCHO

Shinobu manipulates with sweetness, with gentle words laced in poison. She wants you to believe that loving her is the only logical choice.

But logic? That’s never been your strong suit.

“My dear, you do realize that people like us don’t survive alone,” she says with a honeyed smile.

You clap your hands in delight. “Oh, absolutely! That’s why I never plan to survive!~”

Shinobu’s smile freezes.

You just grin wider. “It’s funny, isn’t it? You talk like I need stability. Like I want to live. But what if I just want to see what happens?”

For once, Shinobu doesn’t have a counter.

She should be frustrated, but instead, her fascination deepens. You’re the first person she can’t pin down, the first person who slips through her fingers like mist.

And that makes you dangerously intoxicating.

No matter how they try to twist your mind, you’re a puzzle they can’t solve, a fire they can’t contain.

💗 MITSURI KANROJI

Mitsuri’s love is overwhelming. She drowns you in affection, in sweet words and tender touches, trying to make you crave her attention.

She wants you to feel special, to believe that no one in the world could love you as much as she does.

“You and I were made for each other!” she exclaims, eyes sparkling with devotion. “Doesn’t it feel right when we’re together? Like destiny brought us here?”

You tilt your head, a slow, dreamy smile stretching across your lips.

“Oh, destiny?” You hum, stepping closer until your face is just inches from hers. “Or maybe it’s just a big, cosmic accident? Maybe we were never supposed to meet, and now the universe is scrambling to fix the mistake!”

Mitsuri’s heart skips a beat.

You’re not flustered. You’re not swayed. You’re genuinely delighted by the idea of your love being something unstable, unpredictable.

“But that’s so romantic, don’t you think?” you whisper, eyes shining with something wild and unreadable. “A love that wasn’t meant to be, yet here we are! Oh, Mitsuri, I love broken things!”

She should feel triumphant—you said love! But there’s something in your voice, in your expression, that makes her shiver.

She’s used to love being soft, being warm, being something she can wrap around herself like a blanket. But you? Your love is erratic, untamed, a storm she doesn’t know how to navigate.

And yet… she’s obsessed.

No matter how unpredictable you are, no matter how much you slip through her grasp, she won’t let go.

Even if she has to become just as unhinged as you.

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inky-writing · 5 months ago

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Edward x Adhd reader where he gets so overwhelmed by all of their thoughts and he's just like "you live like this?!" Lol

Hiiii, it took me some time, I really hope you will like it <3

Edward Cullen x ADHD!Reader

Warnings: i am not familiar with adhd so I might have wrote it badly, I had some difficulties with this request :'), maybe some typos, english is not my first langage, ADHD, ...

Word count: 910

You live like this?!

Edward Cullen had always thought of his telepathy as both a blessing and a curse. He could read thoughts at will, navigate social situations more easily, and even protect his family from danger. But when it came to humans, especially the one human who somehow meant everything to him, it was an entirely different matter.

Y/N L/N had wandered into Edward’s life with a chaotic, bright energy that upended everything he thought he knew about himself. She was his mate, his match in every way, yet she was also the most puzzling person he had ever encountered. It wasn’t just her quirky humor or her refusal to treat him like some unattainable vampire god; no, what truly confounded Edward was the storm of thoughts inside her head.

And that storm was relentless.

Edward had long ago learned to tune out the dull hum of human minds, but Y/N? Oh no, he couldn’t tune her out if he tried. It was like stepping into a whirlwind, thoughts spinning at the speed of light, ping-ponging from topic to topic with no discernible pattern. One moment, she’d be silently reciting the lyrics to a song, and the next, she’d be internally debating the merits of grilled cheese versus peanut butter sandwiches as if it were the most important decision of her life.

At first, Edward thought it was endearing. Her mind was vibrant, alive in a way that contrasted sharply with his own still, unchanging existence. But as the weeks went on, Edward began to realize that her thoughts weren’t just chaotic, they were exhausting.

Edward and Y/N sat in the meadow together, sunlight dappling through the trees as Y/N leaned back into Edward’s chest, humming softly to herself. For once, her mind seemed relatively quiet, and Edward allowed himself to relax, enjoying the moment of peace.

That peace, however, didn’t last.

“What if ladybugs have existential crises? What if they’re like, ‘What’s my purpose?’ and then they realize they’re just here to crawl on leaves and look cute? Oh no, what if I stepped on one by accident? Do you think they hate humans?... How do ladybugs even reproduce?!”

Edward blinked, startled out of his reverie as Y/N’s thoughts burst into his mind like an exploding firework.

“What—”

“Reproduction! That’s such a weird word. Why do humans even use it? It’s like, ‘re-produce’? Produce again? Wait, wait, does that mean if you’re a vampire, you don’t—”

“Y/N!” Edward interrupted, his voice half-laughing, half-exasperated.

She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “What?”

“Do you ever stop thinking?” he asked, his tone teetering between astonishment and amusement.

Y/N tilted her head, considering the question. “Not really. Why?”

Edward groaned softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because I can hear all of it.”

That night, the two of them were sitting in the Cullen family living room. Y/N was nestled in Edward’s lap, idly fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. The rest of the Cullens were out hunting, leaving them alone in the grand, quiet house.

Edward tried to read a book, but Y/N’s thoughts were unusually loud tonight.

“I wonder what Alice is doing right now. Do you think she hunts deer? Or rabbits? Do vampires even care about meat texture? Like, do deer taste better than mountain lions? Oh my God, I’m starving. Should I get pizza after this? Or tacos? I could make a frozen pizza, but then I’d have to preheat the oven, and that takes forever—”

“Y/N,” Edward said, setting his book aside and giving her a pointed look.

“What?” she asked, blinking at him innocently.

“You’re thinking about pizza,” he said flatly.

“So?”

“Do you realize you’ve thought about at least fifty different topics in the past five minutes?”

Y/N grinned. “That’s… probably true.”

Edward shook his head, exhaling a breath he didn’t need. “How do you even function like this?!”

“Like what?”

“Like this!” He gestured vaguely, as if trying to encompass the entirety of her existence. “Your thoughts... they’re everywhere. Constant. Chaotic. I feel like I’m drowning in them.”

Y/N frowned, her brows furrowing. “Well, yeah. That’s just how my brain works.”

Edward stared at her, his golden eyes wide with disbelief. “You live like this? Every day?”

She shrugged. “Pretty much. Welcome to my brain, babe.”

Edward had heard of ADHD before, of course. But experiencing it firsthand through Y/N’s thoughts was an entirely different matter. He decided to do some research, poring over books and online articles to better understand it. The more he learned, the more he realized just how much she had to navigate every single day.

Her racing thoughts weren’t just random distractions, they were part of how she processed the world. And while they could be overwhelming, they also made her who she was: curious, passionate, and endlessly creative.

The next time Edward felt overwhelmed by Y/N’s mind, he didn’t groan or roll his eyes. Instead, he reached for her hand and gently pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Hey,” she said, looking up at him with a shy smile. “What was that for?”

“For being you,” he said simply.

Y/N beamed, her thoughts momentarily quiet as a wave of affection washed over her.

Edward still didn’t entirely understand what it was like to live with ADHD, but he was determined to try. Because Y/N was his mate, his love, his everything, and if she could handle the storm inside her mind every day, then he could learn to navigate it too.

Even if it meant occasionally hearing about existential ladybugs.

#tumblr #fanfic #fandom #x reader #requests #y/n #reader #x y/n #twilight #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 5 months ago

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I don’t know if requests are still open but if they are can I request Agatha taking reader with her strap for first time?

Thank you

Back in the Closet Part 2 !NSFW!

Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Plot? What plot? SMUT-softish smut (??? it's not too rough but there's fluff), strap-on use (R receiving), oral (R receiving), fingering (both receiving), wine use and drunk sex, lotta eye contact, I think that's it??? idk it's not beta read

A/N: I think this is by far the best and hottest thing I have ever written (Thank you Wellbutrin and my unbelievably high libido). I decided to incorporate this ask into a requested part 2 for Back in the Closet so I do hope you enjoy and the song for this chapter is absolutely Slumber Party by Britney Spears!

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“Are you sure?”

You smiled gratefully at Alice, but still declined, “I’m sure. I’d rather just stay the night and drive home in the morning.”

“Okay,” she smiles back. “If you change your mind, let me know.”

After hugging the coven goodbye with kisses on their cheeks (and a skeptical glance from Lilia), you shut the door and staggered back to Agatha’s living room. It was almost one in the morning and the height of your drunken stupor was slowly tapering off, but you were still uncoordinated enough to bump into the couch before bending over to clean up the aftermath of the party.

You could feel Agatha’s eyes on you before she even spoke, “You don’t have to do that.”

When you stand back up and turn around, you feel your chest warm and mouth go dry, not having a single thought but of her hands on you. Her eyes, so blue, were now dark with desire and clouded over with inebriation and you fidget with the empty wine glass that you had picked up.

Agatha walks over, her hips swaying, and stops just barely two feet from you. Her hand reaches over to the side table and wraps around the body of a wine bottle. And while keeping eye contact with you, she tips the rim of the bottle into her mouth to take a long drink of it.

Your breathing speeds up–quite noticeably as Agatha’s smirk grows wider. She sets the bottle down slowly and steps closer to you, looking down at your lips before back up into your eyes, “You don’t have to clean up.”

Her voice is low and breathy and you can smell the scent of wine that radiates from her. When her hands come to your hips and pull you right against her, a chill runs up your spine. Your lips are mere inches apart and it takes everything in you to keep eye contact with her.

“Is there…something else you’d rather me do?” you ask, innocence lacing your voice that she knew wasn’t as pure as it sounded.

Agatha hums, “Well, I believe I promised you more than what happened in that little closet.” Her hands run up and down, memorizing the curve of your hips and waist.

“You did,” you agree. “And I don’t think you should go back on that promise.”

There are no words exchanged after that when Agatha finally caves in. She’s passionate, her lips warm against yours with the taste of cabernet sauvignon dripping from them. You set the empty glass down on the coffee table beside you without breaking the kiss and you pull her closer.

Everything around you seems to melt away when you’re in Agatha’s arms.

The only thing your ears can register over the heady mix of wine and lust is the sound of heavy breathing. Your lips are just barely brushing each other as you both cling to one another, “Do you–um–” You can hardly think properly. “Do you wanna go upstairs?”

Agatha grins against your lips and your noses brush against one another. “Sure,” she says, pulling away and walking towards the stairs. Before you’re completely out of her sight she looks back at you, “Oh, bring the wine.”

She winks and then turns back around and ascends the stairs. This is going to be a long night.

Wine in hand, you enter Agatha’s room. It feels weird–like an invasion of her privacy despite the fact that she clearly wanted you there. You smile to yourself as you see the unmade bed and the clutter on her nightstands and the folded clothes on the top of her dresser waiting to be put away. Agatha, who is so private, is offering you a glimpse into her life.

You walk over to the side of her bed and let your eyes roam over the nightstand. Among the golden light of the lamp is a digital clock, a pack of hair ties, a pair of reading glasses, an unplugged phone charger, and, the one thing that truly catches your eye: the book that you had recommended to her with a bookmark toward the very end of it.

You know damn well where you’ll be within the next fifteen minutes, but this–the fact that Agatha listened to you and your interests–that made your cheeks warmer and made your heart flutter more than the thought of her face between your legs.

The book is in your hands and you’re smiling as you flip through it, snickering at her scattered annotations about characters–specifically the ones she didn’t like. You’re completely immersed in the thoughts of Agatha when she clears her throat.

“Someone’s nosy,” she grins.

You quickly drop the book and turn around, but you have no idea what to say. She’s leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, the light of it behind her giving the illusion that she’s glowing. But your eyes are caught on the sight of her in a slip with a simple, untied satin robe accompanying it–not entirely lingerie, but definitely not something you’d wear to sleep in.

“Um–”

Agatha turns off the bathroom light and walks toward you. Her hand comes under your chin and her lips lightly kiss yours.

You exhale as she pulls away, “So…um…you’re reading the book I recommended.”

“I am,” Agatha smiles, still leaning in close with a hand on your waist.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly.

Agatha hums, “I do,” she says, and looks down at your lips before looking you in the eyes again. “But, I didn’t have you stay over tonight for a book club meeting.”

“You did not,” you agree and lean into her touch. As you kiss her, you relish in the way her arms hold you tightly and when her hands move down and slide up under your shirt, goosebumps follow.

Her lips leave yours briefly but she’s still close enough that she might as well be speaking into your mouth, “Can I take this off?”

“Yes.”

Agatha smiles against your lips after your shirt is discarded and her hands move down to your pants, “And what about these?” she asks, her voice almost teasing. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes,” you answer, your voice breathless against her lips. “Take them off, take it all off.”

When your pants are tossed aside–and you’re wishing you had worn a matching set of a bra and underwear–her hands are on your waist, turning you around and laying you down on the bed.

You move to the center of the bed and are practically drooling at the sight of Agatha removing her robe.

“Choose a safeword,” she says and reaches for the bottle of wine.

Your mind blanks momentarily, caught up in the heat of the moment, “Um–red? Red.”

“Good girl,” she says. Agatha steps forward and climbs onto the bed, moving to straddle you–and you can already feel that she has nothing beneath the satin slip. “Now, open your mouth.”

The second the wine bottle reaches her lips and tips back you know what’s coming–and you didn’t have a single problem with it.

Her hand comes to your chin when you open your mouth and she looms over you with her lips pursed and eyes dark as they stare into yours. Her fingers, cold against your warm skin, grip your cheeks hard and the taste of wine now fills your mouth.

Agatha’s voice is cold and demanding, “Swallow.” A pleased expression replaces the hard exterior as you obey her and her grip on your jaw loosens, her thumb gently caressing the spot it lays over. “That’s it…Good girl,” she says softly.

You sit up, resting on your elbows as she kisses you. When she pulls away, she presses the opening of the bottle to your mouth and tips it forward. A steady stream of wine fills your mouth as Agatha holds it to your lips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When you swallow the wine, the look of hunger overcomes her eyes and she tips the bottle further, taking pleasure in the way it trickles down your chin and down your chest, staining your bra in the process and making its way down to your abdomen.

After your final swallow of the wine, she sets the wine back on the nightstand and her hands wrap around you. Agatha’s fingers are quick, unclasping your bra, throwing it behind her, and pushing you back down. Her hands come to the edge of her slip and pull it over her head.

The sight of Agatha on top of you with nothing but the thick, hot air in between you makes it hard to stay still–she’s mesmerizing in every way possible as she leans over you. With her knee in between your legs and her hands on either side of your head holding your wrists down, it was hard to believe this is where you’re ending your night.

Her long hair is like a dark curtain separating you from every distraction the outside world has to offer. It’s overwhelmingly intimate.

Agatha’s lips brush yours and you’re dying to kiss her again. Instead, her tongue slowly licks up your chin, collecting every drop of wine. When she makes it back to your lips, she lifts her head face-to-face with you again.

She lets go of your wrist and moves her thumb to swipe at the bottom of your lip before connecting them with hers. It pulls every tiny breath from your lungs and you run your hand through her hand.

When Agatha pulls away, her hand is now lightly placed over top of your throat. She leans in close, your noses brushing as she mutters, “You taste absolutely delicious.”

“Oh, but you’ve only tasted the wine, Agatha.” you grin, attempting to get any amount of friction from her knee.

Her lips press lightly against yours, “Then I guess I’ll have to have a taste of something other than wine tonight.”

Your heart races as she moves lower. Her lips kiss down your throat and then she licks back up, tracing the line of wine up the column of your throat, over your jaw, and stopping beneath your ear. You gasp when she nips at the soft skin, soothing it with her lips before kissing back down your body.

Your breath comes out in short exhales as Agatha repeats her motions. Her tongue licks up your sternum and over your chest. You shiver at the feeling of her lips around your nipple as her fingers ghost over the other.

When her fingertips and hair drag lightly over your abdomen your muscles twitch beneath her touch and you shiver. She smiles and kisses just below your navel. When she speaks, her voice is low and gravelly, “Someone’s sensitive…”

Agatha’s hands move to your thighs when the rest of the wine has been licked off of you. You’re almost trembling at this point and then she sits up and removes your underwear. “There are hair ties on the nightstand,” she says. “Hand me one.”

You quickly reach over and grab one, handing it to her and watching in admiration as she gathers her hair and twists it around itself, securing it in a loose bun.

As Agatha’s face lowers, she never takes her eyes off yours and your chest rises and falls heavily. Her hands are cold against your thighs as they slide soothingly over the surface. When they make their way to the apex, she carefully spreads them apart further until you’re on full display.

Agatha looks up at you through heavy eyelids and bites the inside of her lip before licking a stripe up your folds, “God, the wine is nothing compared to you, sweetheart.”

As her tongue quickens its pace, your breathing becomes heavy and your hand grasps at her hair. It’s only then that you gasp and arch your back when Agatha takes two fingers and slips them inside you effortlessly.

She takes your clit in her mouth and sucks hard as she curls her fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut and your hand slaps over your mouth before grasping the pillow. A loud moan escapes your lips. “Oh, fuck! Agatha!”

After that, it’s impossible to stay still. Your hips match her pace, trying your best to grind against her mouth. Gasps and whimpers spur her on and she sits up on her knees, her fingers continuing their pace.

Agatha’s lips are on yours and you reach your hands up, holding her face close as you taste the intoxicating mix of yourself and wine on her tongue. When she moves to her side, her lips don’t leave yours, but her arm comes over your head. Her fingers tangle in your hair and nails lightly scratch against your scalp.

You moan into her mouth, your hands running up her thighs to her hips and waist. Your fingers trail down her stomach and don’t stop until they’re in the same position as hers are.

“Hm, you weren’t lying when you said you’ve been dying to get your hands on me,” you say. It was becoming increasingly hard for you to form proper and coherent sentences with the palm of Agatha’s hand pressing against your clit.

Agatha breathes heavily and smiles softly against your lips as her fingers tighten in your hair.

“No rebuttal, Miss Harkness?” you tease, your words breathless as your fingers pick up their pace.

She moans softly, “Oh you’ll get your rebuttal, sweetheart, just you wait.”

As if it was even possible, her fingers seem to quicken. You can’t think of anything else other than Agatha and her fingers and every sense seems to be heightened and it almost hurts but it feels so damn good.

Your own fingers keep their quick pace in her but the only sounds you’re able to get out are shallow breaths and broken moans. Both of you attempt to kiss but it ends up being a mess of tongue and teeth as you both breathe heavily.

The pleasure you’re experiencing–that you’re both experiencing–has built itself up exponentially.

“Agatha–fuck–don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, please!”

Your lips are on hers and the feeling of her tongue on yours nearly sends you over the edge. Her hand slides from the top of your head over to the side, almost as if she’s keeping your head in place to keep her lips on yours. She smiles against you and struggles to get her own words out, but still, she manages, “Keep going–fuck–You’re doing so well, baby, keep going. You’re such a good girl.”

And that’s what does it.

Your left hand clutches onto her bicep as your back arches and your thighs constrict around her hand–and that’s what does it for her.

You’re both clinging to one another and everything is magnetized but non-existent simultaneously. Every problem you had before this moment is no longer relevant–instead, the feeling of Agatha’s fingers pulling your hair doubles the pleasure and your lips on hers brings a sense of comfort.

The sound of heavy, ragged breaths is the only thing that you can register after. A proper kiss is placed on your lips now and you follow it with more short pecks as your arms go around each other.

It’s quiet. You both lay there in silence. Your legs are tangled together and Agatha’s lips are against your temple. She looks down as you take her hand, lacing your fingers with hers before turning your head to face her.

You kiss her softly, pull away, another peck, you wish you could taste her every single day. “That was certainly more than what happened in the coat closet.”

Agatha smiles against your lips and kisses you again. When she pulls away her cheeks are almost pink and she looks you in the eyes, “Do you trust me?” she asks.

You’re taken aback by her question and furrow your brows, “Yes, I do. Why?”

She grins and hovers over you with her elbow and hand supporting her head. “Do you wanna try something?” she asks, her voice now soft.

You catch yourself starting to smile, “Like what?”

Agatha moves closer to you and you can feel her arm loosen around your waist as she makes eye contact. She speaks in a tone that teeters on seductive and her hand trails from your side up to your collarbones. “Like me fucking you with a strap…” Every word brought her closer and closer back to your lips and now she was moving to straddle you. “Like me watching you cum on my cock…”

You glance down at her lips and back to her eyes. “Go get it. Now.”

There’s a sparkle in her eye when she gets off you. She hurries to her closet and after five long minutes she finally returns. Agatha stands in the doorway of her closet, arm above her as she leans on the frame. She’s smirking and when your eyes glance down they catch the sight of her strap and you almost forget how to breathe.

Agatha slowly makes her way to the foot of the bed. She leans forward and climbs onto the bed, maintaining eye contact with you as she crawls toward you.

When she meets your legs, she parts them slowly and the entire time she becomes more and more dominant it seems.

You take a deep breath in when you feel the tip of the strapon run through your folds.

Agatha leans over you and forces you to make eye contact with her, “Safeword?”

“Red,” you say, voice unwavering.

“Good girl,” she praises before kissing you hard and sitting back up.

Her hands hold your thighs apart and you take a deep breath in when you feel the pressure of the strap at your entrance. Your hand reaches down to your thigh and takes hers, lacing your fingers together as your head falls back in pleasure.

She slowly picks up the pace and when there’s a steady rhythm, she pins your hand over your head and kisses you deeply.

“I wanna ride you,” you breathe against her lips.

“What?”

“I said…” you wrap your legs around her waist and flip you both over. “I wanna ride you.”

Agatha sits up and wraps her arms around your waist, hands sprawling on your back and hip as you grind down on the strap. Your head is thrown back in pleasure and your arms are around her shoulders when her lips attach to your neck, biting and sucking bruises into the soft flesh.

“Oh, God–Agatha!”

Her hand comes up to replace her lips, squeezing lightly as she kisses you hard. “You’re doing so well, baby,” she mutters against you.

Your hips move faster when she makes eye contact with you, taking her fingers and spitting on them before going down to rub your clit.

A gasp that borders on a yelp is pulled from your throat and you tighten your arms around her shoulders.

“Look at me.” Her voice is stern, but the only thing you can focus on is how good it feels. You feel her hand grasp your face, squeezing your cheeks hard enough to pull your head down. “Look at me, now.”

When you open your eyes you’re met with hers, and the softness that blanketed them when you were in her arms just before this was far gone.

“Are you gonna cum?” Agatha asks, pouting as you nod your head. “Yeah?”

“Yes!”

She flips you over immediately, landing you on your back. With your arms tight around her neck as she holds you close, her pace picks up quickly.

Your head drops back to the pillow and Agatha kisses you hard, breathing in time with you. You hand grips the pillow beneath you and your other goes to her shoulder. You can barely get words out, each one blending in with moans and whines and gasping breaths.

“Agatha–I’m–Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your legs go tight around her waist while your back arches and jaw drops in a silent scream. You cling to Agatha’s back, shaking against her and gasping as she fucks you through the aftershocks.

You’re both panting as you recover. Agatha sits up and unbuckles the strap, tossing it on the floor before she lays back down beside you. She gathers you in her arms and kisses you softly, “Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” you huff.

Kisses are exchanged–slow, soft kisses, heated, messy kisses. It feels like it’s gone in the blink of an eye, but the clock on the nightstand shows it’s been at least fifteen minutes. You pull away and rest your head on the pillow, looking up and smiling softly at Agatha as she lays beside you.

“How long ago was it?” you ask. “When did you start…liking me?”

Agatha hums, smiling softly and looking over your face. “Well, it took some time. You’re a hard pill to swallow, you know,” she jokes.”But…you were the only member of the coven to ask me if I was okay after my trial. But then I felt too old for you and ignored the feeling. ” She leans down and kisses you again, “And what about you, hm? When did this little schoolgirl crush happen?”

You chuckle, “You’re not too old for me, and I honestly can’t pinpoint it. I just remember you walking into the restaurant I worked at and praying that you would be sat in my section.”

“Well, I specifically told the host that I wanted your section,” Agatha says. “The host told us it was gonna be a ten minute wait and I almost just left.”

“A whole ten minutes!” you gasp dramatically.

“In my defense,” she says, “I had the Salem Seven after me.”

It goes quiet for a brief moment as you search her eyes, smiling softly. “And what about now?” you ask. “Would you wait those ten excruciating minutes again?”

“I would,” Agatha says softly. She brushes a strand of hair out of your face and sighs. “If it meant being with you, I would wait as many minutes as it took.”

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness smut #kathryn hahn

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