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Sorry guys I no longer want to write. I’ve been getting a little hate, saying my writing is bad, or ai. Thanks for all the love and support though ❤️

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 6)

Told yall I had another. Jealousy is very much a thing in this one..

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By the time morning arrived, the storm had passed, leaving behind damp streets and the scent of rain lingering in the air. The town looked different in the early light—quiet, softened, as if the night before had never happened.

I rolled onto my side, stretching beneath the blankets, only to find the space beside me empty.

Lilia was already up, perched by the window with a cup of coffee in hand. The soft glow of morning cast long shadows over her figure, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders in loose waves.

She didn’t acknowledge me at first, her gaze fixed on something outside. But I knew she had heard me stir. Lilia always noticed everything.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “Morning.”

“Morning,” she echoed, but there was something clipped about it.

I frowned. “You’re up early.”

She finally turned toward me, her expression unreadable. “We have to head back soon.”

Right. The client.

I stretched again, still waking up. “What time does she want to meet?”

A pause. Then, without missing a beat, Lilia said, “She canceled.”

I blinked. “Wait—what?”

Lilia took a slow sip of her coffee. “She changed her mind.”

I frowned, sitting up straighter. “But—seriously? After dragging us all the way out here?”

“She apologized.” Lilia’s tone was even, too smooth. “Said it wasn’t the right time.”

Something about this felt off.

The way she wouldn’t quite meet my gaze. The tension in her posture, subtle but present.

But before I could press further, she was already moving, setting her coffee down and reaching for her coat. “Get ready. We’ll leave soon.”

I hesitated. “Lilia—”

“Don’t linger, Y/n.” Her voice was light, but the edge was unmistakable. “I’d hate for someone to miss you.”

The shift was so sudden I almost missed it.

But I caught it.

I caught the way her shoulders tensed just slightly, the way she reached for her bag with a little more force than necessary.

And then, suddenly, it clicked.

She thinks I’m in love with Amy.

I almost laughed. Almost.

But something about the way she was holding herself, the way she was already closing herself off, made the amusement fade before it could fully take shape.

I stood slowly, watching her carefully. “Is something wrong?”

She scoffed, a sound so quiet I barely heard it. “Why would anything be wrong?”

Oh, she was pissed.

Not in the obvious way. Lilia didn’t get obviously mad. No, she was controlled, calculated. But I had spent weeks working beside her. I knew when she was holding something back.

And right now?

She was seething.

I crossed my arms. “You tell me.”

She turned then, finally meeting my gaze, and there it was—just the barest flicker of something sharp, something possessive, before she smoothed it over with an effortless smirk.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she said lightly. “Your feelings are your business.”

I blinked. “My feelings?”

Lilia arched a brow, her voice slow, deliberate. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I stared at her, the weight of the moment settling between us.

She really thought I still had feelings for Amy.

That’s what last night had been about. The card. The way she had shut down so quickly afterward. She thought I had drawn The Lovers because of him.

I could’ve corrected her.

I should’ve corrected her.

But instead, something in me wanted to push her, just a little.

I tilted my head. “And if I did have feelings for someone?”

Lilia’s smirk didn’t falter, but something in her gaze darkened.

“Then I’d wish them luck,” she said smoothly. “Seems like they already have all your attention.”

The words should’ve sounded indifferent. Dismissive.

But they didn’t.

Because beneath that perfect, practiced mask—beneath the casual arrogance—was something rawer. Sharper.

Jealousy.

I stepped closer, watching her carefully. “Is that what you think?”

Lilia didn’t move away, and she didn’t answer… not with words at least.

But her silence said enough.

She was jealous.

And the strangest part? I don’t think she even realized it—not fully. She carried it like a quiet weight in her posture, in the way she kept herself at a distance without actually leaving.

I took another step forward, deliberately closing some of the space between us. “You think I have feelings for her.”

Lilia let out a quiet breath through her nose, somewhere between amusement and exasperation. “I know you do.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

Her smirk deepened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “The card, Y/n. You pulled The Lovers last night.” She tilted her head slightly. “Unless you want to tell me the universe was playing a little joke on you?”

My heart skipped. She was testing me—pressing just enough to see if I’d admit it.

The only problem?

She thought she already knew the answer.

Lilia Calderu, for all her intuition, for all her talent at reading others, had never considered the possibility that she was the one I wanted.

I folded my arms, tilting my head as I studied her. “And what if the card wasn’t about Amy?”

That got her attention.

Her fingers curled ever so slightly at her sides, her gaze flickering—quick, like she couldn’t stop herself from reacting before smoothing her expression over again.

“Oh?” she mused, but there was something different in her voice now, something careful. “Then who was it about?”

I opened my mouth—Say it, just say it—but then she turned away.

Just like that, the moment shattered.

“Forget it,” she said lightly, moving toward her bag. “We should go before the weather turns again.”

I exhaled, shaking my head. Coward.

But she was running.

Not physically—Lilia never ran from anything—but in the way she suddenly busied herself, the way she shrugged on her coat without looking at me, like this conversation had already been neatly filed away under Things That Don’t Matter.

It mattered, though. I could feel it.

And so could she.

I watched her in silence, weighing my options, feeling the moment slip between my fingers. I could let it go. I could keep pretending.

Or—

I took a slow step closer, then another, closing the space she had carefully tried to build between us.

“Lilia.”

She hesitated. It was subtle, barely there, but I caught it. The slightest pause in her movements, the way her hand hovered near the strap of her bag before she finally turned to face me.

She arched a brow, her expression calm, unreadable. “Yes?”

I took a breath. “You’re wrong.”

Lilia didn’t blink. “About what?”

I let the silence stretch, let the words settle between us before I said, steady and certain—

“About who The Lovers was for.”

Something flickered in her expression—quick, barely-there, but unmistakable. A crack in the armor.

Then—slowly, deliberately—Lilia smirked.

“Is that so?”

I nodded. “It is.”

A heartbeat passed. Then another.

She was watching me now, too closely, like she was finally paying attention, trying to read between the lines of what I wasn’t saying.

And then—just as quickly as the moment had arrived, she pulled away.

“Well,” she said smoothly, turning toward the door, “I suppose we’ll never know, will we?”

And just like that, she was walking away, the walls sliding back into place.

But I had seen it.

I had seen the truth settle in her gaze for just a fraction of a second.

And for the first time since I met Lilia Calderu-

I knew I had won.

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Next chapters gonna be a good one guys. I can feel the sexual tension as I write is right now.

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 5)

Sorry it’s been a while, I’ve been livin life crazy style.

But luckily for you guys I have two chapters ready!

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By the time we returned to the hotel, the streets had emptied, and the town had folded into its quiet nighttime rhythm. The warm glow of lanterns flickered against the wet cobblestones, and the air was thick with the scent of rain, though none had fallen yet.

Inside, the room felt smaller than it had this morning.

I kicked off my shoes, stretching out on the bed, exhausted but restless. Across the room, Lilia moved with her usual ease, draping her coat over the chair, rolling up the sleeves of her blouse.

“So,” I said, watching her, “what’s the plan for the reading?”

She barely looked up as she reached into her bag. “Postponed.”

I frowned. “Postponed?”

“She prefers to wait until tomorrow.” Lilia pulled out her tarot deck, shuffling the cards between her fingers with slow, deliberate precision.

I sat up. “Wait—seriously? After we drove all this way?”

Lilia smirked. “She’s particular about timing.”

I exhaled, trying to shake the irritation creeping in. Maybe it wasn’t that strange, but something about the way she said it—so effortlessly, so final—made me pause.

Still, arguing with Lilia never got anyone anywhere.

“So we’re just… stuck in this hotel for the night?”

Lilia glanced up at me, her expression unreadable. “Disappointed?”

I scoffed. “I just wasn’t expecting to waste a whole day.”

She tilted her head, amused. “Then let’s not waste it.”

I arched a brow. “And what do you suggest?”

She tapped a single finger against the deck. “Let me read for you.”

I hesitated.

I had seen her do this countless times for strangers, peeling back their questions and uncertainties like layers of fabric, exposing whatever lay underneath.

But this was different.

This was me.

Lilia must have sensed my hesitation, because her smirk softened into something quieter. “It doesn’t have to be serious,” she said. “Just a little fun.”

Somehow, I doubted that.

But still, I reached forward, running my fingertips lightly over the fanned-out cards before finally choosing one.

Lilia turned it over.

Her smirk faded.

For a moment, she said nothing, her gaze fixed on the card as if she were seeing something she didn’t quite expect.

I glanced down.

The Lovers.

My pulse stuttered.

I wasn’t an expert in tarot, but I knew enough.

The Lovers wasn’t just about romance. It was about choices. About the pull between two forces, about the inevitability of something—or someone—that couldn’t be ignored.

Lilia was quiet, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the card. When she finally spoke, her voice was smoother than usual, controlled. “Interesting.”

I swallowed. “What does it mean?”

She tilted her head slightly, studying me. “That depends.”

“On what?”

A pause. Then, her lips curved into something unreadable. “Who it’s about.”

Something flickered in her gaze then—something guarded.

And suddenly, I realized what she was thinking.

She thought this was about someone else.

I watched the subtle shift in her posture, the way she held herself just a fraction tighter, her usual ease sharpening into something quieter, more restrained.

I almost laughed.

Of course she didn’t realize. Of course she thought I was in love with someone else. She probably assumed it was Amy—assumed that seeing my ex had stirred something in me.

The idea of it made my skin itch.

I opened my mouth to correct her—to tell her that she was the only person who had been on my mind for weeks—but something stopped me.

Because what would she do if she knew?

Lilia never let people close. She was all mystery, all sharp wit and teasing smirks, always dancing just at the edge of something but never stepping over the line. If I said it outright—if I gave her the answer she wasn’t asking for—what would she do?

I exhaled, forcing a small shrug. “I don’t know.”

Lilia arched a brow. “You don’t know?”

I shook my head. “I guess I’ll have to think about it.”

For the briefest second, something flickered across her face.

Disappointment?

Frustration?

It was gone before I could be sure.

She gave a small, knowing hum, setting the card down between us. “Well,” she murmured, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

And just like that, she leaned back against the pillows, as if the conversation was already over.

But I saw the way her fingers lingered against the fabric of the bedspread. I saw the way she avoided my gaze, how she reached for the deck again but didn’t shuffle it, as if her thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

As if she wasn’t as unaffected as she wanted me to believe.

Outside, the storm finally broke, raindrops tapping softly against the window.

Neither of us moved.

And neither of us said what we were really thinking.

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Heh, I have come up with a plan. It’s going to involve jealousy. I’m plotting.

Anywho. Just wait guys!

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 4)

Welp guys… this is my last one.. I was brutally assaulted by an anon.. ✋

I’m just kidding I’ll keep going despite my heart being shattered.

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I woke to the scent of coffee and the quiet shuffle of movement.

For a few seconds, I wasn’t sure where I was. The hotel room was still cloaked in early morning dimness, the golden light of sunrise spilling through the half-drawn curtains. The bed beneath me was softer than mine at home, the sheets tangled around my legs. Then, the memory of yesterday settled into place—the long drive, the late-night check-in, the single bed.

And Lilia.

She stood by the window, coffee cup in hand, gazing out at the street below. Loose waves of dark hair tumbled over her shoulder, the soft light tracing the delicate lines of her face. She looked at ease here—so much so that I had the ridiculous thought that maybe this town belonged to her, that maybe every place she walked simply bent itself around her presence.

I stretched, my muscles protesting the early morning. “What time is it?”

Lilia turned, her gaze sweeping over me like she had already been waiting for me to wake up. “Later than you’d think.”

I groaned, rubbing my face. “You could’ve woken me.”

She smirked, sipping her coffee. “I could have.”

I blinked sleepily at her, trying to shake the drowsiness from my limbs. “So… do we have time to grab something to eat before the reading?”

A pause.

Then, as effortlessly as if she had expected the question, Lilia said, “My client wants to wait until tonight.”

I frowned, sitting up. “I thought you said she wanted us to come out here as soon as possible?”

“She did.” Lilia set her cup down and grabbed her coat from the chair. “But she changed her mind. Said it’s better to do the reading after dark.”

I hesitated. “Is that a thing?”

She shot me a knowing look. “There’s a lot you don’t know, Baby.”

I wanted to press further, but the way she spoke—smooth, unbothered, as if nothing about this was unusual—made me pause. It wasn’t like I had any real reason to doubt her. If Lilia said the woman wanted to wait, then that was the plan.

“Fine,” I muttered, rubbing my face. “What do we do until then?”

Lilia tossed me a set of keys. “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

The town was quiet, the kind of place where time seemed to stretch longer than it should. Cobblestone streets wound through clusters of brick buildings, their windows decorated with flower boxes and wrought-iron lanterns. Every so often, we passed a café with tiny round tables set outside, steam rising from cups as the morning crowd sipped their coffee in silence.

Lilia moved through it all with effortless familiarity, leading me down winding streets and tucked-away alleys.

“This place is beautiful,” I admitted as we passed an old bookshop with a deep green awning.

Lilia hummed in agreement. “It has its charm.”

There was something strange about the way she said it, like she had known this place long before today.

“How do you know your client?” I asked, glancing over at her.

Lilia barely hesitated. “A referral.”

“From someone in town?”

“Something like that.”

I frowned slightly at her vague answer but let it go. Lilia was always like this—only giving away what she wanted to, never more.

We walked for a while longer before she led me to a bridge overlooking the river. The water shimmered under the sunlight, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple of a passing bird. Along the railing, dozens of colorful ribbons were tied, fluttering gently in the breeze.

I ran my fingers over one. “What are these?”

“A tradition.” Lilia leaned against the railing, watching me with quiet amusement. “People write wishes on them. Tie them to the bridge, let the river decide if they come true.”

I glanced over at her. “Do you believe in that?”

She smirked. “I believe in many things.”

The day slipped by in a haze of quiet moments.

Lilia took me to a café tucked into a hidden courtyard, where we sat outside, drinking coffee as she pointed out the small details of the town—a weathered statue in the square that no one really knew the origin of, a door painted deep blue that supposedly never faded no matter how many years passed.

At one point, we found ourselves in a small garden, tucked away behind a crumbling stone wall. The scent of lavender and jasmine clung to the air, and the sun filtered through the trees in golden patches.

I watched as Lilia ran her fingers lightly over a row of rosemary plants, a small, thoughtful smile playing at her lips. It was strange, seeing her like this—unhurried. There was always something untouchable about her back at the shop, but here, she seemed more present. Like this was where she had meant to be all along.

“You like it here,” I murmured, half a statement, half a question.

Lilia’s fingers stilled on the rosemary for only a second before she turned to me. “I do.”

Something about the way she said it made me feel like there was more to her answer. Maybe I should ask?

But before I could, she stepped closer, brushing a stray leaf from my sleeve. “You’re enjoying yourself,” she noted.

I scoffed. “You sound surprised.”

She tilted her head. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to slow down long enough to appreciate it.”

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She smirked, stepping back. “Only that you have a habit of thinking your way through things instead of feeling them.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the truth of it settled too quickly in my chest.

Before I could come up with a retort, Lilia glanced up at the sky. The sun had begun to dip lower, the shadows stretching longer across the cobblestones.

“We should head back soon,” she said. “The reading’s in a few hours.”

Right. The reading.

Somehow, I’d almost forgotten why we were here.

I exhaled, shaking my head as I followed her back toward the main square.

Something about this town felt different now—less like a simple stop on a trip and more like a place meant to be remembered.

And something about Lilia felt different too.

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[yourlovelywriter]

are you a minor bc your writing is giving that vibe..?

Well. No. But now I will be quitting writing forever!

However I am new to writing, well writing this stuff, and I was just testing the waters.. / trying to find my style

[yourlovelywriter]

Can you make a jealous Agatha Harkness x reader? Where Agatha tells reader don’t interact a lot with the rest of the coven de AAA (because she is scared that the other witches are going to talk bad things about her and also the revelation that Agatha’s ex is there) but the members of the coven want to interact with reader and Agatha gets jealous?

Love <3

Of course my love, your wish is my command. I’ve been meaning to write more Agatha fics anyway. 💋💋

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 3)

Finally made a third part.. sorry it’s been a while I had so much stuff to do with my essays and projects. Have mercy🥺🙏

Anyway…. Heh, I have used the one bed trope now..

(Warnings- MOMMY KINK, I forgot the rest ngl.)

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“You’re coming with me.”

Lilia’s voice was smooth, matter-of-fact, like she’d already decided for me. I had barely set my bag down when she said it, leaving me standing in the middle of the shop, caught off guard.

I blinked. “Going where?”

She shuffled a deck of cards between her fingers, her rings catching the candlelight. “A client has requested a private session.”

I frowned. “A house call?”

Lilia nodded. “She can’t come to me, so I’m going to her.”

I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. “And you need me because…?”

She gave me a knowing look. “Because it’s a few hours away, and I don’t feel like driving alone. And because I think you’ll enjoy seeing what I do up close.”

I hesitated. I hadn’t expected to be invited into this part of her life—the side that existed outside of the shop, away from the customers I interacted with on a daily basis.

Lilia must have noticed my pause because she smirked, tilting her head. “Unless you’re scared.”

That did it. I grabbed my bag. “I’m coming.”

The drive stretched long and quiet, the night swallowing the road ahead of us. Trees blurred past in the darkness, the headlights carving a path through the quiet countryside.

Lilia drove like she did everything else—with ease, one hand resting on the wheel, the other occasionally adjusting the radio dial. The soft hum of jazz filled the car, and for a while, neither of us spoke.

Then, after a moment, she glanced at me. “You’re tense.”

I sighed. “I just didn’t expect to be on a road trip with my boss today.”

Her lips twitched. “Is that all I am to you?”

I turned to look at her, but she kept her eyes on the road, her expression unreadable. My stomach twisted unexpectedly, and I decided not to answer.

By midnight we had made it to the hotel.

The small, roadside inn wasn’t much—just a row of rooms with flickering neon signage and a parking lot half-filled with cars. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and rain-soaked pavement.

I adjusted my bag over my shoulder as we stepped inside the lobby, exhaustion settling in. “So, how many rooms did you book?”

Lilia hummed. “One.”

I stopped in my tracks. “One?”

She didn’t slow down. “They were nearly full. We’re lucky we got anything at all.”

I stared at her back as she approached the counter, my brain catching up. “And there was only a single bed?”

She turned slightly, dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Would you prefer the floor?”

I sputtered. “No, I just—”

She smirked, pulling the room key off the counter after checking in. “Relax, baby. It’s just a bed.”

Just a bed. Right.

Then why did it suddenly feel like the longest night of my life was about to begin?

The room was small, cozy in the way most hotels were—dimly lit, with beige wallpaper and a window that looked out onto the empty parking lot. And, of course, one bed sitting neatly in the center.

Lilia tossed her bag onto the chair in the corner before toeing off her boots. She didn’t seem bothered at all. Meanwhile, I was standing stiffly by the door, trying to figure out the least awkward way to handle this.

“You can shower first,” Lilia offered as she unbuttoned her blouse’s cuffs, rolling them up to her elbows. “If that helps ease whatever crisis you’re currently having.”

I scowled. “I’m not having a crisis.”

Her lips twitched like she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push. Instead, she moved to the window, drawing the curtain closed.

I exhaled slowly. I was being ridiculous. It was just one night, one bed. No big deal.

Right?

By the time I came out of the bathroom, steam curling in the air behind me, Lilia had changed into a black satin camisole and loose sleep pants, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders.

I tried not to look. I really tried.

She was sitting up in bed, reading something in the dim lamplight, but as I stepped further into the room, she glanced up. Her gaze flicked over me—barefoot, damp hair, wearing an old T-shirt and shorts that suddenly felt way too casual.

Something unreadable passed through her eyes before she smirked. “See? Not so bad.”

I rolled my eyes and climbed into bed beside her, keeping a very safe distance between us. The mattress dipped slightly, and I felt the warmth of her body, closer than I expected.

She turned off the lamp, plunging us into darkness.

For a while, the only sound was the quiet hum of the heater and the occasional shift of fabric. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, willing myself to relax.

Then—Lilia’s voice, soft in the dark.

“You don’t have to lie so stiffly. I’m not going to bite.”

I swallowed. “I didn’t think you would.”

A pause. Then—playful, teasing: “Unless you want me to.”

My breath caught in my throat.

Silence stretched between us, thick and charged, before she let out a soft chuckle and turned over, facing away from me.

“Goodnight, baby.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Lilia.” I closed my eyes.

And tried very hard to sleep.

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So… Patti nation, how we feeling…

Anyway… hope it was to your guys approval! I tried. But now I’m tired and the bed is callin my name like food does! I bid you good day!

[yourlovelywriter]

I don’t either

I have nothing appropriate to say

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 2)

Hehehe I made a second part.

It’s the same warnings as the last.

(Mommy kink, jealousy, panties, unusual use of said panties. Oh I lied mean lesbian!)

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By now, the scent of incense no longer overwhelmed me when I stepped inside.

it had settled into something familiar, like the way a home smells after you’ve lived in it long enough. Cinnamon, clove, and that unnameable something that always clung to Lena herself, like smoke and secrets.

I barely had time to drop my bag onto my desk before her voice floated in from the front of the shop.

“You’re late.”

I wasn’t. Not technically. But I’d learned quickly that Lilia operated on her own kind of time, and somehow, I was always either too early or too late—never just right.

I rolled my eyes as I rounded the corner into the front room. “Good morning to you too.”

Lilia sat at her usual spot, perched behind the circular table where she did her readings, a deck of tarot cards fanned out in front of her. She was dressed in yellow, as always, but today it was a silk blouse, loose at the wrists, wlike she’d only half decided to be put together.

Dark waves of hair cascaded over her shoulders as she shuffled the deck with lazy precision, her rings catching the candlelight.

She didn’t look up, but I knew she was watching me. She always was.

“Feeling optimistic today?” she murmured, cutting the deck.

I frowned. “Should I not be?”

A small smirk tugged at her lips.

I was about to push for clarification when the bell above the door jingled.

I turned automatically, my usual customer-service smile already in place—

And then I saw her.

The smile dropped right off my face.

“Wow,” Amy said, looking just as surprised as I felt. “Y/n?” Oh, hell. Lilia glanced between us, one dark brow arching ever so slightly.

I swallowed. “Uh. Hey. What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay light.

Amy gave a sheepish smile. “I, uh… was in the area. Saw the shop and thought, no way that’s the same Y/n—but here you are.” She chuckled, shoving her hands into her pockets. “You work here?”

Before I could answer, Lilia finally spoke.

“She does.” Her voice was smooth, but there was something sharp underneath it. Something quiet but dangerous.

Amy glanced at her like she was just noticing her for the first time. “Oh—hi. You must be… the owner?”

Lilia tilted her head, her lips curving into something that was not a smile. “Lilia Calderu.” She didn’t offer a hand, and Amy wisely didn’t extend hers.

She turned back to me, completely unaware of the tension creeping into the room. “Well, damn. It’s been a while, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “It has.”

Too quickly. Lilia’s eyes flicked to me, and I could feel her watching, reading me like one of her tarot spreads.

Amy smiled like she didn’t notice. “We should catch up, maybe grab coffee?”

Lilia’s fingers tapped once against the table. “She’s busy.”

Amy blinked at her. “Oh.” She let out a little laugh, like she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “Right. Well, maybe another time?”

I hesitated. I didn’t actually want to, but my brain short-circuited under pressure, and before I could think of a way to shut it down without being rude—

“She won’t have time.”

Lilias voice was still smooth, still polite, but her fingers toyed with the edge of a tarot card, spinning it slowly beneath her touch. A low hum crackled in the air, barely noticeable—but I felt it.

Amy looked between us, finally sensing something was off. She let out a short breath, gave me one last look, then nodded. “Well… good seeing you, Y/n.”

“You too,” I lied.

The door chimed again as she left, and the second it shut behind her, the weight in the room shifted.

I turned to Lilia, crossing my arms. “That was not subtle.”

She didn’t even look up. Instead, she reached for the deck in front of her, casually shuffling as if she hadn’t just sent my ex packing with a few pointed words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I scoffed. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure you just told her to get lost.”

She hummed, drawing a card from the deck and turning it over without looking at it. “Did I?”

“Yes.”

Lilia finally glanced up, her expression cool, unbothered. “She was annoying me.”

I let out a short laugh. “She was here for two minutes.”

“Exactly.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, but she had already gone back to her cards, spinning one idly between her fingers. She looked completely at ease, like she hadn’t just inserted herself into my love life without blinking.

And yet… there was something about the way she had shut her down. Something deliberate.

I opened my mouth to push her on it, to see if she’d slip and actually admit she had been jealous, but before I could say anything, she placed the card down in front of her and changed the subject entirely.

“Do you want tea?” she asked, already rising from her seat. “I feel like having tea.”

I sighed, shaking my head as I dropped into the chair across from her. “You are so full of shit.”

Lilia smirked as she walked toward the back room. “And yet, here you are.”

I had no response to that. And from the way her laugh floated back toward me, she knew it too.

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Welp. It’s not much but it’s honest work…

I don’t know if it was that good.

But yay I actually did something!

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 1)

Lilia x reader…

Slow burn guys.. a little spicy later. 👀

(Mommy kink, angst, jealousy, panties, unusual use of said panties..)

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I adjusted the collar of my blouse for the third time, frowning at my reflection. “It’s just a job,” I told myself. “A weird job, but still just a job.”

The words didn’t do much to settle the nerves twisting in my stomach. I wasn’t sure why I was so anxious—maybe because I still couldn’t believe I’d actually been hired. When I first saw the listing for an assistant at Lilia’s shop,

I assumed it was a long shot. I had no experience in the mystical or magical, unless you counted binging astrology videos at 2 AM. But apparently, that hadn’t mattered.

Even people who rolled their eyes at tarot and spells knew her name. Some called her a fraud, others swore she was the real deal. Either way, she had power—the kind that made people lean in when she spoke and shiver when she looked at them too long.

I grabbed my bag and took a deep breath. Whatever was waiting for me inside that shop, I’d just have to handle it. Even if my new boss was a little…unpredictable.

The entire walk to the shop, my thoughts raced. What if I messed up? What if she could see things about me just by looking at me? Would she know I was nervous? Would she care?

The storefront was just as strange and dramatic as I’d imagined—deep purple paint, gold lettering on the windows, and a wind chime that jingled even though there was no breeze. A small wooden sign hung on the door, hand-painted with the words “Fate Awaits Within.”

I hesitated. Maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should—

The door swung open before I could finish the thought.

A woman stood in the doorway, her dark eyes fixed on me like she had been expecting me exactly at this moment. She was tall, effortlessly elegant in a yellow-orange wrap dress that hugged her curves, with grey waves of hair cascading over her shoulders. She was the kind of beautiful that made you feel unbalanced, like you’d forgotten how to stand properly.

You’re late,” she said, even though I wasn’t.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. She arched a perfectly shaped brow, then gave a slow, knowing smile.

“Come in, Y/n,” she said, stepping aside. “Let’s see if you’ll last the day.”

I swallowed hard and walked inside, feeling like I had just stepped into something far bigger than a simple job.

The moment I stepped inside, the scent of incense wrapped around me—something warm and spicy, like cinnamon and clove, with a hint of something I couldn’t place. The air felt heavier in here, charged, as if the walls themselves held secrets. Dim lighting flickered from candles perched on shelves, casting soft shadows over the deep emerald walls.

I barely had time to take it all in before Lilia shut the door behind me. The click of the latch sent a shiver down my spine.

“Come on,” she said, her voice smooth, effortless, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

She moved through the shop with the kind of grace that made it impossible not to follow.

I hurried after her, weaving between displays of tarot decks, glass cases filled with polished stones, and a large circular table where a spread of cards lay waiting, as if a reading had just been interrupted

Lilia swept through a beaded curtain at the back, and I pushed through behind her, stepping into a sunlit office that felt different from the rest of the shop.

Papers and books cluttered a desk by the window, among scattered crystals and an abandoned coffee cup. A sleek black cat stretched across one corner, lazily cracking open one eye before deeming me unworthy of further attention.

“This is your desk,” Lilia says, nodding toward a small wooden table near the window. “You’ll handle calls, appointments, and whatever else I decide to throw your way.”

I straightened. “Got it.”

She gave a slow, almost amused smile. “We’ll see.”

Leaning against her desk, arms crossed, she studied me. I felt the weight of her gaze like she was seeing through me, past the résumé, past the rehearsed answers.

“So, Y/n,” she said, voice softer now, but no less commanding. “Why are you here?”

I blinked. “Um…because you hired me?”

She let out a quiet hum, tilting her head like I’d just confirmed something she already suspected. “No,” she murmured. “Why are you here?”

The question sent a strange chill through me. “I—I needed a change.”

Lilia arched a brow, like she wasn’t convinced. “Maybe.” A pause. Then, with a knowing smile: “Or maybe, you were always meant to walk through that door.”

A shiver trailed down my spine, but before I could respond, she pushed off the desk and turned toward the door. “Come on,” she said, already moving. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

I exhaled slowly, ignored the feeling curling in my stomach, and followed her back into the unknown..

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Hehheheheheh… anyway… this is supposed to be a slow burn but I don’t know if it’s any good.. might just abandon it. But yeah… anywho.. she’s so cute I love her.. 😍

[yourlovelywriter]

Mine to have (yandere agatha hardness x reader) pt two!

I was struggling a bit on how I wanted this to go but.. I’ve managed this much. So good luck soldier 🕺 also.. I didn’t read over it so you’re gonna have to struggle to understand some things perchance.

(*Warnings*— yandere behavior, rough handling, blood, jealousy, unusual gifts, sexual behavior, Lustful intent… kidnapping.)

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Your head is killing you. As you lay in the bed you suddenly remember see a person in your doorway, you jump up to look at the door but it’s not there. You sigh…. ITS NOT THERE?!?

Staring at the wall you realize this isn’t your room. You look around frantically, “what the hell?!” You whisper and stand, you hear metal hitting together and you look down.

To your horror you’re chained to the bed.

You try to pull the chains but they won’t budge. You keep trying till you hear a creak. Your head shoots to the door. You can see the faint shadow outside the door.. was this person watching you ?

You grab a lamp off the desk beside the bed and you hold it up, ready to throw it at whoever enters. The door opens and as soon as you see the person you throw the lamp and hide beside the bed.

“Well thank fuck you have shitty aim dove. That would have surely knocked me out” the smooth voice calls from the door and you pause… dove?

You slowly lift your head and you see her. Agatha, the woman from the library.. what the hell is going on?! You stare at her with confusion and fear.

She pouts. “Don’t look at me like that dove.. it makes me sad.” She brings in a tray of food. “Anyway, did you sleep good? And I hope you like blueberry pancakes!” She says holding up the tray with a smile.

You can only stare, “what the hell ?! Why am I here, more importantly where am I ?!” You yell and stand from your place beside the bed. She raises an eyebrow and her smile falls a bit.

“Baby that’s no way to talk to me…” she scoffs, “I’ve brought you here with me, changed you into my soft pajamas,” looking down you see you’re in a light purple two piece pajama set. You look up at her as she continues.

“And I’ve made you blueberry pancakes. And still you yell at me.” She sighs and sets the food down. She walks over to the bed and grabs your arm. “Am I not enough for you. I love you and you just yell.” You try to pull away but she grips tighter.

“L-listen Agatha, you’re acting insane ! You’ve kidnapped me ! Don’t you see how you’re in the wrong” you say but she just looks at you.

Her gaze darkens and her hands rub up your arms.

“I did not kidnap you, dove.. I brought you home, away from that bitch who’s trying to take you from me.” You try to shove her off. You know she’s talking about Emily.

“I won’t let her have you baby, I need you. Don’t you see how much it hurts me when you try to flirt with other women when I’m just sitting here loving you…” her finger slides across your cheek.

“Listen to me you crazy person! You don’t know what you’re talking about, we aren’t in a relationship! I hardly even know you! I can flirt with whoever I want.”

That was not a good Thing to say. And you realize that as her grip tightens and she scoffs. She slams you into the bed and grips your chin with her long fingers.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” She yells. Her nails stabbing into your skin. You wince at the pain and she smiles. “Listen to me, you’re going to be a good girl for me and things will be easy for you baby.” You nod, not wanting her to get angry. “Good.” She smiles and gets off of you.

“Now I’m gonna leave these here for you to eat.. and I have to go off to work now baby.. I’ll see you later” she sets the tray beside you and rubs your face. You pull away slightly and she smirks.

Agatha walks to the door to leave but pauses when you call her name.”you’ll never get away with this Agatha, someone will come looking for me you know..” you say and watch her turn to you.

She walks slowly over to you before smiling, “no one’s looking for you baby… I’m going to make sure of that.” She stands tall before leaving. Locking the bedroom door as she goes.

As soon as she leaves you feel a cloud of unease over you.

Later that evening you wake to something touching you. You sit up quickly and see Agatha sitting on the bed beside you with her hand on your face. “You’re such a pretty girl love… all mine… mine to have. All to myself.” She mumbles and you can only sit still in confusion. You look down and you see stains on her clothes and hands.

Your eyes widen as you realize it’s blood. “W-what is that Agatha ?!” You move away from her and she sighs. “It’s just a bit of blood baby.. nothing to worry about.” She says and takes off her shirt. You notice she has on a necklace. A familiar looking one… wait.. that’s.. Emily’s necklace. She has on Emily’s necklace..

“Something caught your eye baby..” Agatha smirks and rubs the jewel between her forefinger and thumb. “Where did you get that…”

Agatha smiles down at you, “well I had to make sure no one would try to come get you.. so I took care of some things.. and well I got this trinket while taking care of those things…”

Suddenly you look to the bloody shirt then back to her. It hits you hard. She’s killed her, she’s killed Emily. Agatha studies your reaction, her eyes roaming your face.

Tears form and you cover your mouth. “Don’t cry dove. She was an obstacle. Something I needed to destroy so we could love each other….” Her hands rub your arms then rest on your hips.

You’re too distracted to push her away. Tears run down your cheeks as you cry. Agatha rubs your back to soothe you and she wipes your tears.

“You killed her.. you killed my best friend!” You cry harder and burry your face into your hands.

Agatha brings you into her arms and scoffs. “I’m your best friend love.. you don’t need anyone else. No one but me.” She kisses your head.

You feel awful. You feel sick. You try to weakly push her away but she holds your arms down as she holds you.

“I’m gonna love you forever. And in time you’ll love me to baby.” She kisses your nose.

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Welp…. That’s all I got people. Should I leave it here ? 👀

I wanted Agatha to be a bit more touchy with reader but oh well.. :(

This is a little short also, but that’s cause I’m in the process of trying to make a Lilia fic.. ✋ have mercy.

[yourlovelywriter]

Mine to have (Yandere Agatha harkness x reader) part one.

Idek man… I hope yall like it. :)

I don’t prof read cause idc. Good luck understanding you might need it. 🙏

(Warnings— yandere behavior, rough handling, blood, jealousy, unusual gifts, sexual behavior, Lustful intent… kidnapping.)

Also sorry for the long beginning.:(

It was late at night when you were organizing the books at the library. It was unfortunately your average evening. Not that you hated being a librarian, I mean you loved the silence and the ambiance, but when night hits it’s like a whole other world, a weird one.

Up until now the night shift has been fine, no problems or issues. But for the past few days it’s like someone has been watching you, you feel eyes on you when your back is turned, you see shadows out of the corner of your eye, and you hear noises.

Overall it’s creepy as hell. And the non working lights in the library don’t help.

When you hear a noise you jump. You freeze a moment before turning to look in the direction of the sound. Seeing nothing you grab your phone for a light and you slowly walk down the aisle of bookshelves.

Looking down you see a book on the floor, “What the hell?” You mumble and bend down to pick it up. “I am watching you…” you whisper as you read the cover. Totally not creepy.

You look around for where the book fell of the shelve but there’s no empty space. Confused you look around the area but nothing. You walk back to your desk and set the book down with a sigh. The good thing is you’d only have to be there for another hour.

Surly enough, nothing else happened during the hour and you finally locked up and left.

The next day you wake up to a text.

Emily/boss: hey, I know you just worked night shift but Caroline never came in this morning and I need help. Can you come?

You groan and throw yourself into your pillow. Of course you wanted to stay home and sleep. But you sort of have a crush on Emily and you don’t want to disappoint her.

Y/n: yeah sure, not a problem. I’ll see you there! :)

Throwing your phone down you sigh annoyed. Looking around you realize you haven’t really done laundry. You walk to your dresser and see a cute knee length dress. You pair it with some colorful tights, boots, a scarf, and your jewelry of course.

Making your way to the door you throw on a coat and grab your phone and keys.

Once at the little library you set your stuff down and see Emily. “Emily! I’m here. I can see why you needed some help. There’s a lot of people in here today.” You say as you look around. There really is a lot of people. It’s weird really.

“I know right, we hardly ever have one person walk in, let alone 20 people…” Emily laughs and looks around. “Right, well, I’ll go to the counter to check people out if needed.” You say and move over to your chair. As you turn on your computer you notice the book from last night still on your desk.

A shiver runs down your spine as you stare at it. Suddenly a voice draws you out of your trance and you look up quickly. It’s a tall woman, dark brown hair, piercing eyes, and a grin on her face.

“Hello dove, I’m not interrupting am I?” Her voice is smooth, welcoming even. “O-oh of course not, I was just.. looking at something- it doesn’t matter. What can I do for you?” You stamper out quickly, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, dove, I’m trying to grow my knowledge, if you will, expand my horizons. But I just don’t know where to start.” She practically purrs out. He voice sends a shiver down your spine but you try not to lead into it.

“Of course what books are you interested in?” You question and she smirks. “Well I was thinking romance maybe.. do you have anything that’s worth my time?” Her eyes scan you up and down, committing it all to memory. You clear your throat before responding

“Of course there’s some in the back if you’d like me to show you, Mrs…”

“Oh! Agatha, Agatha Harkness… and it’s Ms. Not Mrs, dove.” She responds and you blush.

“Of course, my apologies. But if you’ll follow me I’ll take you to the back.” You say standing. Leaving your phone and wallet behind. “We have a variety of romantic novels. We have cliche romances, hallmark style, hmm.. we also have some more on the obsessive style if that’s more your thing.”

“Oh you have no idea” Agatha reply’s with a smug grin. “I like this one.., it looks like a good book. Don’t you think Y/n ?” She asks and picks up a dark romance book. One about a young woman who’s taken hostage by her boss and falls in love.

“Oh, yeah sure.. I haven’t read it but it’s got great reviews.” You say shyly. Then your brows furrow. “How do you know my name?” You question. Agatha passes for a moment but then laughs, “it was on your name tag silly.” Calming down a bit you blush. “Oh sorry..”

Agatha’s eyes look at your body with an intensity that could only be described as hunger. She swallows hard before moving closer to whisper something.

“Hey Y/n there’s a line at the counter!” Emily yells suddenly. Stopping Agatha in her tracks. She scowls before composing herself.

“I’m so sorry, if you’d wait a second I’ll come help you..” you whisper to Agatha and rush to the front counter. Emily smiles at you and rubs your shoulder as you sit down.

Agatha takes note of this and doesn’t like it one bit. How dare she, how dare that insignificant being lay their hands on something that was hers?! It was anarchy.

After dealing with the line Emily asks you to go for lunch. Completely forgetting Agatha you agree. “Sure I’ll come. Let me just grab my phone and wallet.” You rush to grab your stuff but your phones gone. “Huh… I could have sworn I placed it here somewhere…” you mumble.

“Looking for something?” A low voice comes from behind you. You jump slightly and cover your mouth. “Oh gosh, you scared me..” you cover your heart.

“Oh I’m sorry dove, I didn’t mean to” Agatha rubs your cheek with her finger. Her eyes look down to your lips and she smiles slightly. “I’m looking for my phone yeah..” you respond slightly nervous and you back up a bit.

Agatha’s smile fades at your move and her hands start to reach for you but she clinches her fists. “It wouldn’t happen to be this one would it?” She asks and holds up your phone. You look surprised.

“Yeah it is where did you find it?” You let her set it in your hands.

“Oh it was on the bookshelf where we were talking dove, you set it there before we were..” she paused for a moment then her voice hardens a bit, “rudely interrupted” she finishes.

“Right well… thanks for bringing it back. But we’re closing for lunch so..” as you walk to the door and open it for her to leave she doesn’t move.

Her smile is thin and doesn’t reach her eyes, “we? Whose we” she asks sort of demandingly. You stand confused a bit but you soon reply. “Me and the manager. But I’ll open back later if you wanna stop by.” You stand waiting for her to follow you out. She smiles at your words then walks out.

“Of course I’ll come by then.. but what restaurant are you going to…” Agatha says suddenly. You look up at her.

“I don’t know.. whatever Emily chooses i guess.” Her face hardens again. “Ah Emily yes.. she’s the object of your affection I suppose” her voice holding back venom. She quickly puts on a smile and leaves, “I’ll see you later dove.” You finally sigh and shut and lock the doors. “How unusual” you mummer as you walk to Emily’s car.

“Sorry, a customer was holding me up..”

At the restaurant you and Emily hit it off. You really do like her. Her smile, her laugh, personality… she has it all.

“Im so glad you came with me. I’m having a wonderful time” Emily says tenderly as she places her hand onto yours rubbing gently. You blush.

Agatha never did come to the library later that night. But you didn’t think about that much. Only the fact Emily was acting interested.

At your apartment you walk in and throw your stuff down. “Fuck that’s heavy” you grunt as it hits the floor. You walk into the kitchen and realize the light is on. “Shit i must have left it on.. now the light bills gonna be high. Just what I need.” Switching it off you grab a cookie off the counter and go sit in the living room with the tv on.

Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Who is texting at this time of night?” You whisper annoyed, though secretly hope it’s Emily.

Unknown: why would you do this to me.

Your brow furrows and you look confused.

Y/n: who is this and how did you get my number?!

You type quickly.

Unknown: you dare let another woman touch you, to laugh with you when you know what that does to me!

“What the fuck..” you mutter.

Y/n: look if this is a joke it isn’t funny.

Unknown: I love you Y/n, I really do, and it pains me to know you would see another woman. Which is why I have to do what I needed to do a year ago.

You stare at your screen shocked. Who the hell was this?! And what were they talking about?!

Y/n: what do you mean?!?

Y/n: hello!?!

No reply, nothing. You set your phone down and decide you need to calm down.. you start to worry about what this person meant by, “do what I needed to do a year ago.”

You lay in bed and start to relax a bit. Not wanting to think about it. And just as soon as you close your eyes the door creaks. Your eyed shooting open. A tall figure is standing in your door.

Okay so… this is a part 1 I guess. I don’t want to leave it like this but do you guys want me to add more?

[yourlovelywriter]

Sevika head-cannons for the guys 💋💋💋

This was hard but I managed ! Hope you like it!

-she leaves you for a woman.

She’s not straight guys….

[yourlovelywriter]

Oh just the usual stuff yaknow

[yourlovelywriter]

Read this and thought of Agatha and rio…

words by me

[yourlovelywriter]

💋Undeniable desire 💋

For the gays! guys go away! I don’t even know guys…. She’s so hot. If the pov changes sorry I’m sleepy.

Sevika and reader have been “flirting” for a while, sevika cares for reader more than she wants to admit…

-jealousy, tying people up?, sesbian lex, very nice use of mechanical arm… nsfw. Broken bed.

A The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and murmured promises, but none of it mattered to Sevika. Her eyes cut through the dim light, her focus singular. She had no patience for the games tonight, no interest in the false smiles thrown her way. She wanted you.

And when she finally saw you, leaning against the bar, your body draped in silks that teased more than they hid, it was like a spark igniting something primal in her. You were laughing at some fool’s attempt at charm, your lips curved into a smile that Sevika knew wasn’t for him.

She stalked toward you, her heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. You noticed her before she spoke, your gaze locking with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

“Sevika,” you greeted, your voice soft but knowing. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Her jaw tightened. “Come with me.”

Your eyebrows lifted in playful surprise, but the heat in her gaze left no room for argument. Without waiting for a response, she reached out, her metal fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful grip.

“Sevika, what’s the rush?” you teased, letting her guide you through the crowded room.

She didn’t answer, her silence saying more than words could.

The door to your room closed with a quiet click, shutting out the noise of the brothel. You turned to face her, amusement dancing in your eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t.” Her voice was low, rough, almost a growl. “I don’t want to talk.”

You blinked, surprised by the raw intensity in her tone. But before you could respond, Sevika was on you, her hands gripping your waist as she pulled you flush against her.

Her lips crashed against yours, all teeth and heat, a fire that burned away any pretense. There was no softness, no hesitation—just need, sharp and undeniable.

You gasped against her mouth, your fingers tangling in the fabric of her coat. “Sevika—”

“Shut up,” she muttered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands roamed your body, one rough and calloused, the other cold and unyielding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You let her take control, her presence consuming you. She backed you against the wall, her lips moving to your neck, your collarbone, her teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admitted, her breath hot against your skin. “Every damn time I close my eyes, it’s you. Always you.”

Her words were rough, almost angry, but the way her hands moved over your body betrayed something deeper—something desperate.

You smiled, your fingers threading through her hair. “If you wanted me this bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your throat. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you’re impatient.”

Her response was to lift you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed with a strength that made your pulse race. She pinned you beneath her, her weight grounding you as her lips found yours again. This kiss was different—slower, but no less intense, as if she was savoring every second.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she demanded, her voice a low rasp.

“Sevika…”

“Say it.” Her hand gripped your thigh, her mechanical fingers pressing hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice trembling under her gaze.

Her lips curved into a smirk, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. “Damn right you are.” Sevika hissed, claiming the reader's mouth in a bruising kiss filled with dark hunger.

Sevika's hands roamed greedily over your curves, tearing at your clothing with impatient fingers. She needed to mark you, to remind everyone that this delicious morsel belonged solely to her.

With a swift twist, Sevika freed your breast from its confines, taking the pert nipple into her mouth and suckling hard.

"Yes, Sevika," you breathed, arching into her touch. "Only yours."

Emboldened by your submission, Sevika ripped away the remaining garments, exposing your naked form to her hungry gaze. She ran her hands over every inch of skin, mapping the contours of your body with reverent fingertips.

With a wicked smile, Sevika pushes you onto the plush bed, following closely behind. She straddles your waist, her dripping core pressing insistently against your thighs.

"Tell me how much you crave me," Sevika commanded, her voice a sultry purr. "How badly you need my touch, my kisses, my very essence inside you."

Your breath hitched, pulse racing at Sevika's dominant tone. "Please, Sevika," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "I ache for you, body and soul. Your touch ignites a fire within me that only you can quench."

Sevika's eyes glowed with triumph and lust. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. Her tongue delved deep, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

Breaking the kiss, Sevika trailed her mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your tender skin. She worked her way down, pausing to lavish attention on each pert nipple before continuing her descent.

Sevika pushes against you and takes your waist in one hand while moving up with the other. With deliberate slowness, she wraps her fingers around your wrist, pinning them to the bedspread.

"Stay put, my pet," Sevika purred, her voice laced with dark promise. "I intend to claim every inch of you."

Your body trembled, both from fear and exhilaration. Sevika's grip was unyielding yet strangely arousing.

Sevika's free hand slide down your abdomen, fingers dipping into the warm, slick folds of your sex. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt your arousal coating her fingers.

Sevika's mechanical fingers plunged deep inside you, pumping in and out with ruthless precision. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your back arching off the bed in ecstasy.

"Yes, Sevika!" You cry out, your voice ragged with need. "More, please!"

Sevika obliged, increasing the pace of her mechanized strokes. The sound of her artificial limbs moving in tandem with your frantic breathing filled the room, creating a lewd symphony of desire.

Leaning over, Sevika captured your lips once more, swallowing your moans as she ravaged your mouth with wild abandon. Her free hand roamed your body, tweaking nipples, scratching down spines, leaving trails of fiery pleasure in its wake.

Sevika broke the kiss, her chest heaving with exertion. She gazed down at the reader, her emerald eyes blazing with primal hunger.

"Now, my sweet, it's time for the main event," she purred, her mechanical arm shifting to position the reader's hips higher.

With a fluid motion, Sevika pulled out her strap. “Where the fuck did that come from ?!” You ask surprised, she definitely didn’t have it in her hands when she came in.

"Don’t worry about that pet, all you have to know is that I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who owns your lovely body," Sevika declared, her voice dripping with sadistic delight.

And with that, she drove herself down, impaling you on her thick, pulsing shaft in one powerful thrust.

About an hour passed of her ruthless lovemaking before she finally slowed a bit.

Sevika's body shuddered violently, her mechanical arm shaking as it held you in place. A guttural cry tore from her throat as she spilled her release deep inside you, wave after wave of scorching hot fluid flooding your insides.

You let out something between a moan and a scream, your vision blurring at the edges as you are consumed by a mind-numbing orgasm. Your sex clenched and rippled around Sevika's pulsing cock, milking every last drop of the witch's essence.

As the aftershocks subsided, Sevika collapsed onto you, her sweat-drenched body pressing you into the mattress. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, her hot breath ghosting over your skin.

"That was exquisite," Sevika panted, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Suddenly there was a crack, then a pop. “What was that?” You ask confused and you try to get up. Another crack and then another. Sevika and you look at each other slowly before the bed suddenly breaks under you. “Jesus fuck!” You yelp. “We broke the damn bed,”

Sevika looks away to hide her smirk as she makes her way to the floor. Helping you up and carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ll pay for it later” she reply’s and kisses your head.

So…. I ain’t got nothing to say. Hope it’s good.

[yourlovelywriter]

patti lupone lookalike contest. when: tonight where: my house prize: me