#cordelia goode x reader

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Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Bruised Petals

A/N: I got this request a while ago but I can‘t find it in my inbox. basically reader living at the coven and going through an abusive relationship. unaware that the three woman know, as they begin trying everything to get reader out of it and make her see real love🤍

tw/tags: mention of abusive relationship, emotional, verbal and physical abuse, cursing, overprotective delia, scary mina, angst/hurt/comfort

word count: 7.8k (I apologize, I got slightly carried away while writing this)

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The rain had been pouring for hours outside, hammering against the large windows of the academy. You sit curled up on one of the armchairs in the living room, book in your lap that you had been trying to read for what feels like hours but not having managed a single page yet. Wilhemina was the first to join you, having finished her evening rituals and joining you as she sits beside you with a warm smile, reaching for her knitting supplies. Moments later the medium and supreme join as they greet you with warm smiles and some gentle words. The four of you had been close for years, ever since you had joined the academy, as a student first before reaching your full potential and neither of them wanting to let you go, offering you a home and teaching classes there which you accepted of course.

The three woman felt like your family, the place you call home, despite the coven feeling like your sanctuary. Billie had been the one to undeniably make you laugh until your tummy hurt on bad days, making your days brighter with her charm and humor. Wilhemina was distant at the beginning, struggling to let people in but you quickly managed to find your way into her heart, break her walls with your true gentleness and your kind heart. And the redhead made you feel safe, when the nights were dark, when thunder rippled through the academy, her mere presence kept you steady. And Cordelia was your sun, the person who you could rely on and the other way around. She knew she could leave the academy in your hands when the council meeting’s piled up, knowing you would enter her office at lunch everyday with a bright smile and some tea or coffee, depending on the day ahead and her mood.

The four of you had become inseparable at some point, opting to spend dinner in the quiet atmosphere of each other after the witches, establishing daily routines like your evening unwinding and weekend activities. But a few months ago something had changed, a new witch joining the academy and you two growing close and despite having loved those three for several years, you never thought they could feel the same, accepting your feelings and moving on with this new person that equally made you feel seen, cherished and loved. Wilhemina had been the first one to notice how quiet you had been lately, how you barely smiled or laughed anymore and how you always seemed a million miles away. And tonight she couldn‘t keep her silent concern in any longer.

„You‘ve been quiet tonight“ she exclaims after about an hour of the four of you sitting in silence, this often happening but this wasn‘t a comfortable silence and she could tell. You are quick to force a smile, weak and unconvincing „I‘m fine Mina, just tired“ you mumble, trying to hide the trembling of your hand but she had already noticed a while ago. Her brows furrow and you see the concern in her gaze. „Don‘t lie to me“ she says, voice barely above a whisper. „I can tell when you‘re lying, you know“ she murmurs, hoping she could coax you away from this silence and make you share the way you usually had. Cordelia and Billie had heard of course, trying to give their lover the chance to make you open up but they could tell she isn‘t getting anywhere with the way her brown eyes search theirs.

„Sweetie, you know you can always talk to us, right?“ the supreme tries softly, not wanting to overwhelm you but wanting you to know. Billie ever the attentive one, reaches for your hands, noticing how uncomfortable you seem before she gasps. „Honey, you‘re trembling“ she says, voice and features filled with concern as your eyes avert theirs. „Promise I‘m fine“ you lie, knowing you aren‘t convincing but not having an ounce of strength left to pretend anymore than you are. Before either of them can speak again, the front door opens and you pull your hands away, knowing who returned. Alex, your girlfriend walks inside, halting a moment as she sees you four before giving you a sign to follow her. And so you reach for your book, mumbling a quiet „Goodnight“ before leaving and following her upstairs to your shared room.

The three of them sigh, not having a good feeling about this for weeks now but not any proof that they are remotely right. „Something isn‘t right“ Billie mumbles as she reaches for a cigarette and her two girlfriends are quick to nod in return, equally having a feeling something was going on. A few days passed and slowly the facade began crumbling as a silent thunder ripples through the academy, a storm that had been brewing for weeks but that you managed to contain and hide but today there was no hiding it anymore. „You are such a stupid bitch“ she speaks, her voice hitting you hard as you try and make up for the mistake you had done. „I‘m so sorry“ you apologize as you had been in charge of buying some things and clearly messing up.

„You can‘t do anything right can you?“ she spits and for a moment tears fill your eyes, not scared ones as fear had left you a while ago. Sad ones as you remember how she used to treat you, her bright smile when seeing you, showering you in gifts and compliments and making you feel like the most special and beautiful girl in the world but lately you couldn‘t help but feel like the biggest burden on the planet, never able to do anything right, unloveable and nothing more than a fuck up. Tears rise as you think about the times she took you on dates, silly selfies you took, holding hands, wearing matching rings, exchanging outfits and being dorks together when the world seemed okay. You remember how much she would worship you, how she would hold your hand and hold you through the night but those things stopped after a little while, the initial getting to know each other phase over and things too serious to end it.

It had been the same for weeks, silly arguments over nothing, at first trying to fight your ground but when that didn‘t work out well, you took it, apologizing and fixing the situation before it could escalate. You had become good at hiding, sometimes placing a spell on your room so no one could hear the raised voices and insults but you had been tired, unable to sleep at night, the crushing sadness keeping you away and the anxiety and fear of it all keeping you from functioning properly. „Answer me“ she demands, ripping you away from your thoughts as you try your hardest to hold it together. „You‘re such a waste of time“ she spits before reaching for her jacket and leaving, banging the door so loud that it causes you to shiver. And then you let the tears flow, sobbing in silence as you wonder where it all had gone wrong.

Unaware to you, both Wilhemina and Cordelia had been sitting in the supreme‘s office, two doors down, startled when they heard the shouting before their eyes silently communicated. „Don‘t“ the redhead had to remind Cordelia as the supreme rose „This isn‘t our business“ she reminded her but the blonde didn‘t agree, you having been her buiness and theirs for years. „But she is our business“ the supreme counters. But her girlfriend had convinced her, not wanting to overstep as they sat in silence, hearing the exchange before hearing the door bang shut. Wilhemin was equally enraged, her hand tightly gripping onto her cane as she tried to stay calm, not run in there and tell Alex all the things she had on her mind since first meeting her, wanting you happy but able to tell she couln‘t give you what you deserved.

Equal to you they were awake that night, wondering whether your silence lately had anything to do with this, despite this being the first time they actively noticed something. By the time morning came around, you woke up to an empty bed, knowing Alex probably spent it at the bar or with her friends and you managed to get yourself out of bed, wanting to make things better as you made sure to tidy the room, pick up her things that she always left everywhere so carelessly , expecting you to take care of those things. You made sure to change the sheets, clean your ensuit bathroom before leaving the academy, wanting to return some of the wrong things you had bought and making it up to her. Returning the items was easy despite it taking you several hours to get what she originally wanted. In the end you stop at one more shop, picking up her favorite chocolates and some flowers, hoping you could make it up to her.

By the time you are in the queue, your phone begins blowing up and you see several messages coming in about where you are, to answer immediately and what you are doing. You freeze as it‘s your time to pay, knowing what was going to await you at home and suddenly you lose the ability to breathe, panic settling in your chest as you stand frozen infront of the cashier. „Ma‘am are you alright?“ he asks and it takes someone‘s hand to find your shoulders, perfectly manicured nails to ground you. You immediately snap out of it as you see Billie, quick to apologise before tapping her card against the reader. „I have got it darling“ she whispers before taking the bag and softly guiding you out of the shop and to her car. „Are you okay?“ she asks, her eyebrows furrowed and laced with concern. „Yes sorry“ you quickly mumble as you force a smile. „Let me take you home love“ she offers but you shake your head, not wanting to be a burden. „I‘m not leaving you here, come on“ she urges as she takes you to her car.

As soon as you get inside, memories flood your mind of the many times Billie had taken you out, late night drives, the medium showing you the world a little before everything changed. Your trembling hands reach for your wallet as you try and find some money but she is quick to place her hand over your shaking one. „It‘s no big deal darling, I told you I have got it“ she murmurs and you remain quiet as she begins heading home. There is silence between you, a heavy one as the woman can tell you are a million miles away, having heard from her girlfriends about what happened and assuming that explaining your state today. „Are those for Alex?“ she mumbles as she guides you out of the car and hands you the bag. „They are lovely darling, I‘m sure she will appreciate it“ Billie smiles as she watches you nod and head upstairs, her features tense, seeing you so sad and quiet, never having seen you like this before.

By the time you make it to your room, you find her, sitting impatiently by the window as her eyes find yours. „Where the fuck have you been?“ she greets you and you sigh, struggling to keep yourself together at this point. „I got the things I got wrong yesterday“ you explain before quickly adding „Don‘t worry, I returned the others“. She inspects the bags before nodding and you sigh again before handing her the bag of chocolates and flowers „I got these for you, I‘m so sorry again“ you apologize, trying hard to reach her eyes and search for anything you had seen in them when you had fallen for her. „Did your whore buy them for you?“ she spits and your eyebrows furrow as you hear her talk. „What?“ you ask confused as she carries on „I saw you with that blonde, she drove you home“ she exclaims and you sigh before staying quiet, not feeling it to explain yourself. „You are such a whore for them, don‘t you see how that slut looks at you?“ she spits.

And then something within you snaps, not caring about the names she had been calling you for ages now but crossing a line when you hear either of the three women getting called any names. „Don‘t call them that“ you warn, voice filled with something that even scares you. She raises an eyebrow before chuckling lowly and before you know it, you feel the stinging of your words on your cheek, one of the rare times she had touched you. The world stays still as she storms off, tossing the flowers and chocolates in a trash can, before leaving. By the time Billie returns from the garden for her cigarette, she furrows her eyebrows as she hears the front door banging shut, seeing the things she had bought thrown away so carelessly and something within her causes her to walk up to your room, Cordelia still teaching and Wilhemina still at work.

The medium knocks softly, before stepping inside, hearing some mumbling as you expected Alex to maybe have returned. You stiffen once you realize it‘s Billie and immediately rise to your feet, forcing a smile. „Hey Billie“ you greet her and despite the image seeming so normal, she knew you better than this, knowing you are pretending with her which she hated. As she steps closer, her breath hitches as she sees your red cheek, clearly able to tell there is a hand print on it and her eyebrows furrow as she looks at you. „Y/N what is this?“ she questions, the tremble in her voice betraying her concern as you can‘t help but brush her off. „I‘m fine Billie“ you mutter but she isn‘t having it „What happened?“ she asks, taking your hand into her own as she locks eyes with you. „I fell“ you lie, too tired to think of a better excuse and she could tell you aren‘t going to open up. „We are always here, no matter what“ she whispers softly before leaving you be, able to tell this was only making you more uncomfortable.

Days pass and the three of them began growing increasingly worried, having heard from Billie what had happened. Cordelia began growing more and more overprotective, often being held back by Wilhemina who still struggled to give in and let them take care. For days they had barely seen you, only teaching your classes before disappearing again. Tonight you had retreated to the library again, your girlfriend playing games on the computer in your shared bedroom, often playing online and busy and so you opted to have some quiet time for yourself. The libary had become your sanctuary, equal to the greenhouse but more quiet as no one usually stepped inside other than a certain redhead. And by the time you hear the gentle tapping of a cane, your eyes reach the door as you see Wilhemina step inside.

„Hi little one“ she greets you gently before closing the door, feeling relieved to find you alone. „Hi Mina“ you greet her with a soft smile and she is quick to cross the room before sitting beside you. „What are you reading?“ she asks and you lift the book to show her the cover, seeing the book that she had bought for you a few months back, a soft smile spreading across her face. „How are you?“ you ask her, your usual softness back which causes the redhead‘s heart to swell for a moment, having missed this side of you terribly. „I‘m good sweetheart“ she says before tilting her head to the side a little „How are you.. really?“ she asks and you pause a moment, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable under the gentleness of her eyes and the softness in her tone. And as you meet her brown eyes you suddenly long for her, to be in her arms and be held, hoping she could fix this broken part of you that is beginning to feel more trapped by each passing day.

There is a thick heavy silence as Wilhemina watches your heart shatter in front of you, trying hard to keep your composure and not to begin crying, not wanting to worry them further as you know they have been concerned lately. „Can“ you begin but stop yourself before the words leave you, realizing you shouldn‘t. „What is it little one?“ she encourages, clearly seeing there is something on your mind. „Can I have a hug?“ it comes out broken and barely audible and her eyebrows raise in surprise, Mina definitely not one for physical touch unless she has the upmost respect, love and trust in the other person. And she doesn‘t waste a second before nodding, opening her arms as she pulls you in, watching as you hold on for dear life.

You cherish the feeling of being in her warm arms, her lavendar perfume lingering in the air as she fixes your broken pieces slowly, your heart feeling warm at the strange sensation that the person meaning to give you this had been deprieving you of those feelings for the longest time. Time passes slowly and neither of you let go as you cling on and her hands begin brushing over your back softly. When the library door opens you quickly pull away, breath hitching as you see Alex stepping inside, her expression tense as she meets the redheads eyes. Without another word you get up, watching as Alex begins leaving and you mouth a quick „Thank you“ and whisper a faint „Good night“ before leaving her and she sighs, the pieces falling together slowly as she begins understanding what is going on.

„What the hell were you two doing?“ Alex hisses and you remain quiet, mumbling something about catching up, knowing you could never tell her what happened as her jealousy would get the better off her. The two of you go to bed, and before you know it she faces away from you, the same every night as she begins being on her phone, leaving you lonely and sad but tonight Mina‘s hands keep you warm as you remember what it feels to be held, feels to be close to someone and you can‘t stop thinking about her soft smile before you fall asleep, a soft smile on your lips as for the first time in a while, your heart didn‘t feel as heavy and aching the way it had been for a long time.

„She asked you for a hug?“ Cordelia asks a bit dumfounded the next day as the redhead tells them both what happened the night prior, unaware that Alex lingered and heard every word. „I think there is something really wrong“ Billie begins, having a strange feeling for the longest time now, the unease beginning to creep into her bones. „I think it‘s time“ Wilhemina says softly as she glances at Cordelia, finally allowing and agreeing she should talk to you, knowing the supreme could coax anything out of you, the two of you always having a deeper understanding. The truth is that at one point you had loved them, deeper than you had ever loved before, loving Billie‘s charm and bravery, Wilhemina‘s calm and how collected she is and Cordelia‘s sunshine. But you didn‘t think they could love you, add another person to their relationship and when Alex showed up, showing you the world, you pushed your feelings for them aside despite them lingering.

„What the actual fuck“ Alex spits as she walks into your shared bedroom, door banging shut as it startles the three women downstairs. „You asked her for a hug? are you really that fucking desperate? don‘t I give you enough?“ she spits and you remain silent, too tired and broken to even open your mouth. Once they hear shouting, Cordelia immediately abandonds what she is doing, her two girlfriends following behind her promptly. „I told you to stay away from those three, they aren‘t good for you, fake supreme, a cripple and that old hag“ she spits and there it was again, your feelings suddenly bubbling to the surface as you abruptly stand. „Shut your fucking mouth“ you scream, the three of them startled as they reach the top of the stairs, never ever having heard you like that. „Don‘t you ever speak about them like that, you have no right“ you continiue, even Alex shocked at the sudden outburst before she steps closer, almost a faint smirk on her features.

„I know how you look at them, how they look at you“ she begins before you begin backing away a little. „You are a cheating whore, how long have you done this? or is it all in your dumb fantasy? having them love you and take care of you“ she asks, raising her hand which causes you to flinch. „You are worthless, no one could ever love you“ she spits and before anything else can be said, the door swings open as Cordelia steps inside. „Thats enough“ she warns, taking in your frame as Alex turns to face her. „This is our room“ your girlfriend exclaims which causes the supreme to step closer. „This is still my coven and if you think for one second you can treat her this way, you are mistaken“ she carries on which causes Alex to turn to you again, almost if expecting you to say something and speak up to the blonde. But you remain quiet, too overwhelmed by it all to even speak.

There is a silent conversation in their eyes as Alex and Cordelia stare at each other but eventually she falters, huffing before leaving, seeing Wilhemina and Billie by the door, rolling her eyes before leaving the academy, your girlfriend running like she usually would. „Y/N?“ Cordelia asks gently as she steps closer, noticing how you seem not really there, Billie and Wilhemina equally stepping inside. The image almost kills them as they see you so spaced out, as if you aren‘t really in the room with them anymore. „Sweetie?“ she tries again as she steps closer but before she reaches you, you flinch, your body and mind in overdrive as you struggle to understand what is real anymore. She steps back immediately and this time the three of them understand, just how deep this is running, how far this had gone, questions answered that had been on their minds. „I won‘t hurt you angel“ she coos, before gently reaching for your hand, brushing her hand over them to ground you.

And by the time you manage to snap out of it and realize she is gone, the shame, guilt and embarrassment hits you all at once, having them know, having them see and unaware how much they had heard to begin with. „I“ you try to speak but the words get stuck in your throat as your eyes dart between the three women, their faces filled with all the concern and love in this world. „It‘s okay baby, we‘re here“ Billie tries but it feels too much, everything feels too much as you take a step back, Cordelia‘s healing touch leaving you as the walls close in around you. „I- need to be alone“ you whisper, holding back the tears with ever ounce of strength you have left. The three of them glance at each other before Wilhemina steps forward „I don‘t want to leave you alone little one“ she tries softly with her word choice. „Please“ you whisper before Billie and Wilhemina glance at Cordelia, almost desperately.

„Is it okay if we come check on you a little later on?“ she asks gently before you nod, just wanting to be on your own and eventually they agree, with heavy hearts as they leave you be. And once the door closes it takes every bit within you to contain the sobs as you curl in on yourself, wanting to scream and cry at the same time. The pain comes and goes in waves as you contemplate everything, wondering how exactly you could have fallen victim for this. You had always wondered why women stayed with their abusive partners but becoming one yourself changed your entire perception. The constant gaslighting, the insults and the manipulation make you feel sick but there is still this part of you that wonders whether she could still love you truly and whether you could have the feeling back that you once had. Eventually the world turns to a blur as you fall asleep, curled up in your bed, still wearing clothes as you lay in a ball, soft whimpers escaping you as your brain tries to work through the trauma of the last few weeks and today.

Cordelia had checked on you briefly, not wanting to overwhelm you with the three of them present and found you asleep, gently putting a warm blanket around you and some dinner incase you would wake and need any. But you don‘t, sleep keeping you comfortable and safe until the afternoon of the next day before you wake up a little confused, realizing how long you had slept and finding the kindness of the three women on your nighttable as you see some flowers from Billie, some lunch from Cordelia and a new book from Wilhemina, frowning at their kindness that you didn‘t feel like you deserved. It takes you a while before getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom before walking downstairs, hoping not to find anyone, as you just wanted to sleep and disappear. But as you reach for some water, you notice the three of them talking in the living room and the guilt eats at you for how kind they had been, clearly not having noticed you as you stand by the doorframe for a moment.

You watch Cordelia and Billie on the sofa, Wilhemina on her armchair as they share quiet conversations while the fireplace crackles softly in the background and suddenly you feel incredibly cold, wishing you could join their warmth and feel it in your cold bones and tired heart. „Sweetie“ Cordelia is the first to notice you as she pats the space next to her. „Come here“ she encourages and you do, feeling a little vulnerable under their concerned gazes as you sip some of the water. „Did you sleep okay?“ Billie asks as she locks eyes with you and you nod before seeing Wilhemina give you a warm smile. „Little one we“ she begins but the sound of the front door opening and closing startles them and as you see Alex in the hallway, you immediately freeze, the water glass slipping through your grasp but Cordelia‘s supreme senses quickly pick it up before it shatters. Wilhemina‘s blood boils as she sees her standing there, a fake apologetic expression on her face and some pathetic attempt of an excuse, some flowers in her hands.

Billie has to supress a scoff, knowing those weren‘t even your favorite kind and wanting nothing more than to rip them from her hands and shower you in your favorite kind instead. Cordelia immediately stands, covering you with her presence as she glances at the black haired witch. There is silence for a while before Alex speaks but she does „Y/N darling I‘m sorry, can we talk?“ she speaks and you swallow hard before standing, not wanting them to witness this. Before you can go anywhere, Cordelia stops you, her hand keeping you there. „No“ she interjects, Alex surprisied expression meeting hers. „Delia it‘s okay“ you try but her overprotectivenenss stops her, having sworn to never let this happen again. „No“ she speaks firnly before she glances at your girlfriend again „If you have something to say do it here“ she orders and Alex sighs before stepping closer, Billie on her feet immediately as Alex carefully places the flowers on the table.

„I‘m sorry baby, I have been stressed lately but I love you“ she whispers and you glance at her, trying to find the honesty in her eyes and even though your heart longed for her words you couldn‘t belive them. „Can we talk alone please?“ she tries again but you shake your head, which causes the three of them to raise their eyebrows in suprise despite the pride feeling in their chests. „Fine“ she whispers before leaving, the door banging closed as she leaves you be. You leave just as quickly, feeling nothing but shame for the three of them having to deal with this, burdening them in such a way when they had their own life, unaware of the part you play in it and have been for years. They watch you go with a heavy sadness in their eyes, knowing you needed the space but nevertheless wishing they could fix this. „Pathetic“ Wilhemina mumbles as her eyes lock with the flowers, her features filled with hatred.

For days sleep remains your quiet comfort as you enjoyed the silence, despite the occasional dream feeling safe in the darkness but of course it didn’t go unnoticed by the two blondes and redhead who both cared and worried so deeply. Their quiet concern showed with them regularly checking on you, placing meals and little gestures on your nighttable or tugging you in when they found you curled up. But tonight Billie couldn‘t wait any longer as she gently knocked, seeing you asleep for almost the entire day by now before gently calling your name. Your eyes force open as you see the blonde medium before a smile meets you, a warm and soft one. „Hi darling, I‘m sorry to wake you“ she speaks before gesturing to the edge of the bed and you nod, watching her sit and you sit up, not wanting to be rude, despite feeling exhausted still. „Can I talk to you love?“ she asks and you mumble a quiet and sleepy „Yes“.

„I was just wondering if you wanna talk? about anything at all, I won‘t judge but I promise I‘ll listen“ she speaks softly and her warm eyes make you feel so safe that your facade almost falters. There is silence for a while before you see her hand reach out, careful and slow, her eyes asking for permission and upon you nodding, gently holding it in place. She can tell you want to open up but at the same time she can see the vulnerability in your eyes. „Can you tell me how long this has been going on?“ she asks carefully and you whisper „A few months“ which causes sadness to fill her eyes. „What happened baby, you two used to be happy“ she tries, not understanding what had gone wrong. And that was enough to get you to speak, voice shaky as that same question had been on your mind. „I don‘t know“ you sigh, beginning to shake a little as memories flood in.

„I was so happy at the beginning, she was everything to me and she made me feel loved and seen. We had so much fun together and she made me forget“ you whisper which catches Billie‘s attention. „Forget what sweetie?“ she asks with furrowed brows as your gaze averts hers. „I loved someone else“ you admit „But I didn‘t think that could work and then she came and it made me push those down“ you admit, raw and vulnerable. „And then things changed, small at first“ you whisper as you lock eyes with her again. „Like what angel?“ she asks, so proud of you for sharing with her. „She would make me do a lot, all the cleaning and tidying and chores and I didn‘t mind truly but then she became distant“ you admit which causes Billie to sigh. „I would sometimes ask for a hug or a cuddle but she always turns around at night and I feel lonely“ you admit and suddenly it makes sense to her, why you had asked Wilhemina before. „She would call me names and we would argue and then she started“ you stop yourself just in time, the words to painful to repeat but Billie knows.

„I know sweetie and I‘m so sorry, you don‘t deserve any of that“ she sighs, wishing she could fix this for you. „She said she was sorry though and she got me flowers“ you try, falling into the old spiral as you think about the good times. „Darling, you always deserve flowers and not as some cheap excuse and apology“ she says, her nails running over your hands as she can‘t contain whats on her mind. Your breath hitches at her words before you whisper a quiet „Thank you Billie“ and the woman smiles sadly „I‘m always here to listen, we all are“ she encourages and you nod before a yawn ripples through you and the medium takes that as her sign to leave, only able to imagine how much strength that must have took, despite wanting nothing more than to hold you through the night. „If you need anything, you come find us okay?“ she whispers before leaving and you nod with a weak smile before curling into yourself again.

Sleep washed over you quickly but the three women remained awake, Billie repeating what you had told her and the truth breaking them. They had no idea it had been that bad for so long, hating the fact you had been hiding it, wishing they could have seen sooner, your words repeating on Wilhemina‘s mind about pushing feelings for someone else away. She can‘t help but wonder if you meant them, the love between you four so obvious at times. It takes them a while to fall asleep but when they do you are on their minds. Around midnight, you wake up, suddenly starving as you hadn‘t really left your room or eaten much. You steal away into the kitchen, appreciating the silence of the academy before opening the fridge, finding some left overs with a sticky note and your name, recognising Cordelia‘s handwriting and the gesture causes you to smile.

As you turn around, your smile quickly vanishes though as you see the silhouette of Alex in the shadows, quickly watching her step into the kitchen and light. Your breath hitches and by her posture and expression you could tell she was drunk, her probably having spent several days there or with her friends. „Alex“ you whisper before she steps closer, swaying a little. „What were you smiling at?“ she asks and you look into her eyes , trying to read what she may do before mumbling a quiet „I don‘t know“. She steps closer, causing you to back away before she hisses „Don‘t lie to me“ and you close your eyes, just wanting it all to stop. „Tell me, have you slept with them yet?“ she asks and you sigh, her jealousy something you couldn‘t stand anymore, growing less and less scared and more annoyed by the minutes passing. „Alex- I don‘t want this anymore“ you whisper, a sudden bravery taken over you as you are surprised yourself by the words.

„You little whore, you think you can leave me?“ she chuckles lowly which causes the shaking of your hands to return, knowing whats next. And when she charges for you, you do the only thing you can think of, run. You run upstairs, seeing how she was right behind you, knowing you couldn’t make it to your room safely before desperatly knocking on the three womens bedroom door, hoping despite the middle of the night, they could hear you. But after the first knock, you feel her yanking your hair, pulling you backwards and onto the floor, causing your head to hit the marble flooring hard. „Please“ you scream before the first blow lands on your face, almost knocking the breath from your lungs. Her fists land on you hard as she crouches over your form, a rage in her eyes that you hadn‘t seen before.

And despite this taking mere seconds, it feels like an eternity before the door opens, exposing three shocked face as Cordelia immediately pulls her off you, shoving Alex down the hallway as she kneels beside you, seeing how your face is bloody, expression pale. „What the hell do you think you are doing?“ Wilhemina‘s voice ripples through the silent academy as Alex composes herself. But before she can step forward, Wilhemina abandons her cane, fist landing hard in Alex‘s face as she had been meaning to do that for a long time, the redhead usually never one for this kind of violence but not able to contain herself any longer. The punch is so hard it sends her to the floor as she collects herself but before Wilhemina can carry on, Billie pulls Wilhemina aside, eyes pleading to stop this and all that is left for Alex to do is run, steal away as she knew there was no way she could ever touch you again.

Cordelia‘s hands glow with magic as she tries stabilizing you and Billie and Wilhemina are quick to turn their attention on you as they see you so broken and beaten, wishing they saw this coming. „It‘s okay sweetie, you‘re okay“ the supreme whispers, watching your eyes fighting to stay open. Wilhemina watches you wiggle, almost fighting off the supreme‘s magic, assuming you are scared or in pain at first. „It‘s okay little one, Delia will fix this“ she coos but when the words leave you moments later, beaten and broken, their breathing hitches. „Please don‘t“ you whisper, causing Billie‘s eyebrows to furrow. „I don‘t want you to fix me, I want it to stop“ you whince through the pain. „I want it all to stop“ you repeat, causing tears to fill their vision as the words leave you. „Don‘t.. don‘t say that sweetie“ Cordelia tries through tears , her own hands shaking as she tries to make the pain stop.

And when Wilhemina‘s encouraging hands find the supreme‘s shoulder she manages to fight through this, put you to sleep with her magic before healing you. Once the blood is gone, they sigh in relief for a moment before Billie‘s sobbing echoes through the silent academy, startling the other two. „She doesn‘t deserve this“ she cries now, unable to keep her emotions at bay any longer. „We should have stopped this sooner“ she cries, causing Wilhemina‘s guilt to ripple through her chest as she had been the one stopping Cordelia to intervene from the start. Still she pushes through the pain, guiding Billie off the floor and into their room as the supreme quickly sweeps you into her arms and takes you to their sanctuary too, knowing they can keep you safe there. She lays you on the bed, wrapping you in some blankets before walking over to the medium and wrapping her in her arms, knowing Wilhemina was equally hurting and may need some space.

It takes a few hours until your body wakes again, eyes fluttering open before the pain sharply reminds you of what happened. And for a second your breath hitches, unaware of your surroundings until you realize where you are, recognizing the bed you are laying in and their room. When you force your eyes to open you see Wilhemina sitting on an armchair in the corner, Billie Dean at the end of the bed but no supreme in sight and for a moment you wish you could disappear, not wanting to deal with the shame of this and for how much you had dragged them into this already. Wilhemina is the first to notice as her eyes glance over you, finding your eyes open and she immediately rises, startling Billie as the medium glances up from her phone and her eyes meet yours. „Hi darling“ she greets you warmly before her hand finds yours, her manicured nails keeping you grounded as the anxiety ripples through your chest.

„Are you okay little one?“ the redhead asks and you simply nod, words too much yet as you try and collect yourself, not wanting to burden them anymore than you already have. Their eyes silently communicate as your silence worries them, long seconds passing before the redhead takes a seat beside you on the bed. „Are you in any pain?“ she asks gently before you shake your head and try sitting up, feeling like an intruder in their room before the pain overwhelms you. Billie instantly notices you whincing at the pain before her hand finds your shoulder, trying to reassure and steady you before you flinch, eyes forcing closed and she immediately retracts her hand, your pain reflecting in her eyes. „I‘m sorry“ she whispers before Wilhemina tilts her head, trying to think of what to do. „You‘re safe with us“ she reminds you but it‘s too much and so all you can do is shake your head and try to find balance as you attempt standing.

„What are you doing?“ Billie asks as she glances at Wilhemina panicked and the redhead immediately stands, able to tell by your pained expression, how pale you are and Cordelia‘s words about this magic not light on the body, this was a bad idea. And she was right, as soon as you stand your legs give in but the redhead is quick to catch you, guide you back on the bed as you glance at her with a scared expression. „This is because of Delia‘s healing magic darling, you‘ll be okay“ Billie coos before hot frustrated tears stream down your cheek. The embarrassment of it all causes you to wipe them away and as Billie glances at her girlfriend she can tell you feel overwhelmed. Seconds later, the supreme steps inside, seeing her lovers concerned expression before she takes a glimpse at your form. „Sweetheart, you‘re awake“ she coos before stepping closer.

You don‘t dare to look at her or any of them as you pull your knees to your chest, wanting nothing more for the earth to swallow you whole and erase your existence. By her girlfriends expressions, she can tell there was something wrong and so she kneels beside the bed, looking at you before whispering a soft „Can you look at me?“ and when you don‘t her lips twitch before she whispers „Please Y/N“ and the tone in her voice, so soft and gentle causes you to do just that. „Can you talk to us? are you in pain?“ she asks before you shrug, still not finding your voice yet. „No matter what you feel right now, you are safe“ she reminds you before Billie nods „We just want to take care of you“ she whispers before you sigh, a painful one as you try collecting yourself.

„Can you take me to my room please?“ you whisper, glancing at Cordelia‘s whos eyes find your teary ones. „Why sweetie?“ she asks, immediately concerned as she remembers your earlier words. „I don‘t want to be here“ you whisper which causes Wilhemina‘s eyebrows to furrow. „Why?“ she asks, voice raw and vulnerable and then the dam breaks, whatever you had been feeling finally spilling from your lips. „Because I‘m- a burden“ you choke out, voice barely above a whisper but before they could even say anything, the rest spills. „You have your own life and I have been dragging you down with mine for weeks. Neither of you deserve that, you should be happy and not worried about me. I‘ll be fine“ you whisper before Cordelia shakes her head. „Sweetie, you aren‘t a burden, you mean so much to us and you.. you are a part of our life“ she smiles which causes your eyes to meet hers, a flicker of hope crossing your features for a split second.

„We love you“ Billie suddenly blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. „And I know you meant us when you told me you had feelings for someone and I‘m sorry we didn‘t see it sooner, sorry you had to find out this way but we do. Every single one of us loves you for different reasons“ her confession leaves you stunned and in tears as you lock eyes with Cordelia and Wilhemina, almost asking silently whether it‘s true. „We do little one“ the redhead admits before Cordelia speaks softly „It‘s true darling and I know you may want time or you may not want this at all and that is completely your choice but please let us take care of you, you have been through too much“ she whispers and then your hand finds hers, rushed almost as if their truth is too much to bare. She holds it immediately, not too tight but enough to make you believe she is there and wasn‘t going to let go.

There is a long silence before Billie speaks again „You deserve someone who will not turn around at night, who will hold you, who will put you first and not make you do any chores, who will never touch you without permission, who will treat you with the same kindness you treat them. You deserve your favorite kind of flowers and so much more“ she whispers, causing you to almost blush if this wasn‘t all so sad and triggering. „Thank you Billie“ you whisper, almost a little shy before she presses a kiss to your hand that she had been holding for a while now. The medium disappears for a smoke for a second, wanting to get you some water before you glance at Wilhemina, the same overwhelming feeling of wanting to be in her arms creeping up on you and she can tell. „Mina can“ you whisper before she nods immediately, moving closer as your arms wrap around her and she holds you, Cordelia watching the exchange with a bittersweet smile, knowing this was the first step in many to get you to heal.

„We would love to take care of you sweetheart, if you let us“ Cordelia tries gently as your head rests on Mina‘s shoulder, eyes finding the supreme. „Promise you aren‘t a burden“ she whispers before you nod. „Okay“ you whisper, sad, scared and broken before the supreme‘s eyes fill with tears, tears of relief and pride. Her hand finds your face, halting before you nod in permission. She is soft in the way she caresses your cheeks, whispering sweet reassurance as Wilhemina holds you closer. And the supreme made sure before that your ex girlfriend was never going to bother you again, never step foot into the coven or near you ever again. „We‘ve got you now“ she whispers softly and with the redheads arms around you, so much safer and steady, holding you as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet and the supreme‘s reassuring eyes, Billie‘s kindness, a glimpse of hope washes across you as you think that maybe, just maybe they could treat you right and heal the parts that someone else had broken and taken from you.

[rosiexweil]

To the writers out there who makes x oc fanfics please stop putting them in the “character x reader” or the “character x y/n” tags

Thank you 🫶🏻

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Not Jealous (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Clearly Cordelia does not feel the same way you feel about her.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: jealousy, assumptions of unrequited love

You knew there was no reason to be jealous. Of course not. Cordelia wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter how you felt about her. There was no point denying your feelings for the Supreme, but that wasn’t the same as having them reciprocated. So you had no right to feel the churning of jealousy in your gut.

Until…

You looked up from the book you were reading, zeroing in on the two woman standing just outside the door. Cordelia’s hand was resting on Misty’s arm, leaning towards her as they talked softly. Your fingers clenched on your book. Taking a deep breath in, you paused, counting to ten in your head before letting it go again.

There was no reason to be jealous.

Misty said something, too quiet for you to hear. Cordelia tipped her head back, her laughter ringing through the room. You stilled, watching her, your eyes slipping over her body, taking in the long column of her neck, the shine of her hair, the curve of her lips. That was your laugh, the one you received when you amused her.

You inhaled sharply, closing your book and slipping out of the room. You couldn’t watch anymore. You couldn’t

There was no reason to be jealous.

Yeah right. Ever since Misty had come back it was like you had to fight for Cordelia’s attention. She’d stopped noticing you. Where once she sought your company, you’d been replaced. She didn’t have time for you. The shared smiles had stop, transferred to another. She’d stopped having time for you, all taken up by the returning witch. You noticed all the ways you were being pushed out, replaced without so much as a word.

What you didn’t notice was the way her eyes followed you out of the room.

You found a quiet spot in the garden to curl up with your book, doing your best to slip back into the words. It was hard, the image of the woman you’d stupidly fallen for as she fell for another kept playing on repeat in your head.

Every touch, every smile, every glance. You’d seen it over and over again. She was slipping further from you with every breath, every brush of fingers over arms, every cupped cheek. The distance was growing and you didn’t know how to stop it. You didn’t even know if it was worth trying.

Clouds were gathering overhead, blotting out the sun. You shivered as the air turned chilly, curling up further on the bench you were sitting on. You tipped your head back, leaving the pretence of reading behind. Closing your eyes, you basked in the memory of how it had been.

You missed the touch of her skin against yours, the way her eyes sparkled whenever you spoke to her, the soft laugh in the middle of the night when she caught you still up reading. You wanted her soft sigh as she directed you to bed, a hand on the small of your back, making sure you climbed into bed and turned the light off. You missed the way she’d pass you a cup of tea in the morning, knowing glint in her eye, fingers brushing against the back of your hand.

A cold drop of rain landed on your forehead. You sighed, picking up your book as another drop fell. You tipped your head back for one last moment, letting the water fall over you, sprinkling on your skin. Shivering, you took a deep breath in, trying to let the rain wash away the jealousy and the pain and the hurt.

It didn’t work.

Wandering back into the house, you didn’t care at the way the rain began to fall harder, only aiming to shield the book. You shivered, uncaring of the puddle of water you were tracking inside. You left the book on the table, stroking over the still dry cover, before leaving it behind. You trailed water through the house as you trudged up to your room.

Sitting in the bath with your arms curled around your knees, you watched the steam curl in the air. On a long exhalation you shaped it into hearts before they broke apart in a shattered kaleidoscope of painful shards. You don’t know how long you sat there, trying to warm the chill that had settled deep in your bones. Maybe you needed something more than a hot bath.

On bare feet, you padded into your room only to freeze as the door closed behind you.

“There you are,” Cordelia said, her voice soft enough to make you groan.

You didn’t know what to say. It had been a while since you’d seen her there, in your room, looking as if she belonged. You pressed your lips together, backing up until your spine was pressed against the door. In nothing but your robe, you felt exposed, vulnerable, like you’d left your armour behind.

“I was worried you’d melted in the rain,” she said, giving you a half small.

“No,” you said, “just having a bath.”

“You were drenched out there,” She took a step towards you, her hands clasped in front of her body, “you left something behind.”

Your book, the one you’d left in the kitchen as you’d rushed upstairs, was clutched in her hand. You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again. The thought of her noticing you enough to know you’d been out in the rain sent an ache through your chest. She took another step towards you, holding the book out to you. You shook your head, pressing harder against the door.

“What’s wrong?” She seemed to wilt under your gaze.

“Nothing,” you said, voice so small you were surprised it still existed, “thank you for returning the book but I think I’m done with it.”

“You’ve read it?” she asked.

You shook your head. A love story wasn’t really what you were looking for. If you really wanted that you just had to watch Cordelia with Misty. Which only made you want to throw up.

“Darling, talk to me,” she said, taking one more step towards you.

“I’m just tired,” you said, not able to meet her eyes, “maybe you should go.”

Fingers tilted your chin up and you had to hold back tears. The touch of her skin against yours was what you’d been yearning for, wishing for, praying for. You tried to pull back but she held on, her grip tightening to keep you from moving away. You wanted it but not like this.

“If you really want me to go, I will,” she said, “but I’d rather stay and talk to you.”

“I’m sure you have other people you can talk to.” You hadn’t meant to sound so bitter about it.

Something in her face shifted. You held your breath, not wanting her to see the real reason, the embarrassment of it more than you’d be able to handle. She let you go, turning to walk to the bed, placing the book down on the bedside table. You could feel yourself trembling, still pressed against the door.

“You’ve been distant lately,” she said, fingertips running over your comforter.

“I…” You didn’t have a proper answer for her.

“I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve done something wrong. If I have I wish you’d tell me. I don’t like the thought of upsetting you,” she said. The way she looked at you with barely contained regret was not an expression you ever wanted to see on her face.

“You haven’t,” you said.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

That wide eyed stare swimming in sadness was not one that made you feel any better. Your heart clenched and you would have done anything to make her feel better.

But the accusation was ridiculous. You hadn’t been avoiding her. She’d been spending all her time with Misty, choosing someone else’s presence over yours. You’d thought… Well, what you’d thought wasn’t important anymore.

“I haven’t,” you said, “you’ve just been busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you,” she said, voice so soft it could break you in half.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Just because she believed it didn’t mean it was true. Hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her and all those old feelings came swooping back in. Your heart skipped a beat and it didn’t matter that resentment had been building in your chest for weeks now. You’d always fall at her feet, even if she didn’t love you the way you loved her.

“Please. I’ve missed you,” she said.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep all of the ugly thoughts inside. Her eyes flicked down to it, a thumb gently pulling it free. Your breath stuttered and you had no idea how to function with her so close, touching you in ways you could only dream of.

“Darling…” she breathed.

“I know how you feel about Misty,” you blurted out before it could go any further than it already had.

She blinked, drawing back far enough for you to be able to breath properly again. Her hands were still on your face but the look she was giving you was baffled, as if your words hadn’t made sense.

“What?” she asked.

“I know you’re in love with her,” you said, “so you probably shouldn’t be touching me like this.”

“You think I’m in love with Misty? Our Misty?” She sounded so confused.

“I don’t think. I know you are. I’ve seen you with her and I’m not an idiot. It’s obvious,” you said, wondering if you should be pushing her away as she wasn’t moving on her own.

“I’m not in love with Misty,” she said with a small shake of her head.

“You don’t have to lie to me just to spare my feelings,” you said, “seriously, it’s fine.”

“And while that’s good to know, it’s not a lie. She’s not who I’m in love with,” she said.

Your mouth slammed shut as words failed you. She moved forward again, her palms practically burning the skin of your face. You didn’t know what to do, frozen beneath her hands and her gaze, heart thundering loud in your ears.

“Darling?” she prompted.

“So you are in love with someone?” you asked.

You didn’t know whether to feel sick or hopeful. Maybe sick from being so hopeful.

“I am,” she confirmed, “but it’s not Misty.”

“Who is it?” Your voice didn’t feel your own.

“I thought it was obvious,” she said.

“It’s not,” you replied, shaking your head.

“It’s you, my darling girl,” she said, “you’re the one I’m in love with.”

You didn’t have words. She was smiling at you, the soft one that always made your stomach somersault and your heart flutter. You swallowed past a lump in your throat, not quite able to believe the words she was saying. All your hopes hung on her and it scared you.

“I am?” you asked.

“Of course you are.” Her fingers pushed your hair behind your ear, lingering on your jaw, “you’re the one I want.”

You were hesitant as you brought your hands to her waist. She was so warm under your skin, so soft. Her head dipped, breath ghosting over your lips.

“I want you,” she murmured, lips brushing yours, “only you.”

You kissed her, surging up, pressing yourself to her. You couldn’t stop yourself, needing her with every fibre of your being. She pushed you against the door, pinning you to it, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The taste of her had you moaning, head turning fuzzy.

Her fingers pushed into your hair, tilting your head up as she kissed you deeper. You whimpered, arms curling around her body, holding her against you. She mumbled your name into your mouth, slowing the kiss down, taking her time to explore. You melted under her touch.

“My sweet girl,” she murmured, “my darling girl.”

Her nose brushed against yours, skimming the length of your jaw, lips ghosting over your skin. You were practically vibrating under her, strung so tight, wanting every part of her.

“I’m hoping this means you return my feelings,” she said.

“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, so much. Oh god, so much, Delia.”

“That’s a relief,” she chuckled, drawing back far enough to be able to look at you. Her thumb traced over your bottom lip, smile deepening when you pressed a kiss to it, “so there’s no reason to be jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” you muttered.

“Darling.” She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you away from the door, “you left every room both Misty and I were in. You sat as far away from me as you could. You stopped showing up for our late night tea.”

“I thought you had someone else you’d prefer to be with,” you said.

“You were jealous,” she said.

“I… was jealous,” you admitted.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for another kiss, shorter than you would have liked. You whined when she drew back, her chuckle making your cheeks heat.

“You have nothing to be jealous of,” she told you.

“It just looked like… I mean you were always with her,” you tried to explain, “and you touched her like you touch me. You didn’t have time for me anymore.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, darling,” she said, pulling you closer until she could wrap you in her arms, “I always have time for you. It was never my intention to make you feel like I didn’t.”

“Are you saying you’ll make it up to me?” you asked, muffled against her shoulder.

“And what might you want, my darling girl?” You could hear the amusement in her voice.

Your lips found her neck and her breathy laugh had heat curling in your stomach. She was gentle as she pushed you back, a flush high on her cheeks and bright eyes looking down on you. You pouted but with her hands on your shoulders she kept you back.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” she said, “but dinner will be soon and I’d rather not be interrupted.”

“But-“

She placed her finger over your lips, silencing you more effectively than you could have thought possible. Her smile softened and she stepped closer again, encasing you in a cocoon of her warmth and the scent of her perfume.

“Later, darling. You get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs,” she said.

You nodded. She let you go, stepping around you. She turned at your door, hand on the handle, eyes scanning over you again. You looked back at her, warmth flooding through your veins.

“Oh, and I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

She gave you a radiant smile and slipped from your room, leaving you alone once again. You stared at the door for a moment, not able to believe your luck.

As it turned out, there really was no reason to be jealous.

[deliasbabe]

I'll Travel Far Beyond the Path of Reason (Take Me Back to Eden)- Cordelia Goode x Reader- Part 2

Part 1

Sorry I forgot about this fic, but I didn't want to make you wait a whole year for part 2, so I split it into 4 parts.

Word Count: 4.2k+

Warnings: Language, referrenced drugging, references to violence, PTSD

When you woke up the next morning, you were in her bed, her hair ticking your nose and your face pressed against her neck, safely tucked up against her body. You felt the tears begin to well up again, squeezing your eyes shut in order to quell them, but soon they were dripping on her neck, and she ran her hands through your hair on instinct, nose nuzzling the top of your head, lulling you back to sleep.

The next time your eyes opened, you were alone, but the sheets were still warm, hearing the shower as you drifted in and out of sleep, gradually coming back to the present. When the water stopped, you sat up, rubbing at your eyes as the door opened. Cordelia walked out, drying her hair with a towel as she smiled at you, “Well good morning.”

“Morning.” You grumbled, the supreme snickering at your half-awake state, “What?”

She smiled again, shaking her head as she walked over to the dresser, shuffling in a drawer for some clothes, “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” You mumbled, feeling the sandpaper in your throat and turning towards the nightstand in search of water. You spotted a full glass, reaching towards it, only to see your knuckles bandaged in white gauze. You stared at them for a moment, perplexed, before consciousness fully returned and you were reminded of the previous night’s events.

You looked at your girlfriend, only to see her staring back at you, her once smiling features now etched with concern, and you pulled back, leaving the water still perched on the nightstand as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You crossed your legs, fiddling with your hands in your lap as you counted the threads in the sheets, and you heard your lover sigh, her steps light as she grabbed the forgotten glass and pushed it into your hands, “Drink it.”

She watched you in the mirror as she pulled on her clothes, lip trapped between her teeth as she tugged at the dry skin. The second the glass was empty she collected it, depositing it back on the table as you mumbled out an apology, eyes still trained on the white cloth beneath you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” She replied, the bed dipping as she sat on the edge and reached for you. The second her fingertips brushed your skin you shifted away; the relief you felt the night prior now seeded with doubt. While your greatest attribute had always been your own self-awareness, it also made you keenly aware of the mechanics behind what pushed this reunification, or what forced it.

Choice had always been extremely important to you. You never wanted to be the person that backed someone into a corner with only one way out. Cordelia hadn’t spoken to you for weeks, couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as you for more than a few moments, yet there she was, looking at you so tenderly. But that wasn’t adoration in her eyes, it was fear, fear that you were so fragile that if she didn’t handle you with caution, you would break into a million pieces. She kissed you and held you last night merely to quell the storm, to stop you from the path of destruction you were surely on. Not because she wanted it, not because she wanted you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, willing to do anything to get out of the no doubt embarrassing conversation you were sure to have. You shook your head, mumbling something about needing to get up and get the day started, untangling your legs and trying to find your footing.  Cordelia grabbed your ankle, anchoring you to the bed as she shook her head, her other hand searching for yours and running her thumb over the back to soothe you, “That can wait, we need to talk.”

You nodded, pulling your hand from her grasp and using it as leverage to cross your ankles beneath you, pushing you further up on the bed and just out of reach. There was a beat of silence, a shaky breath, and then she spoke, “I’m worried about you. You really scared me last night.”

Your eyes darted up to hers, “I wouldn’t have hurt you.”

“I know.” Cordelia soothed, “That’s not why I was scared. I was scared for you.”

You shook your head, gave an excuse, tried to downplay, “I just don’t like being confined.”

Cordelia stared back at you, her eyes looking up and down your form like she was doing some kind calculation, tallying up every movement. You looked away, seeing her blonde hair shake in your peripheral vision. “The girls told me you were doing fine.” She mumbled, her tone puzzled, “A few hiccups, but mostly fine.”

You looked back at her, dumbfounded, but she seemed to be looking right through you. You weren’t sure if they were lying to her or if they were just blind, but whatever you were, it certainly wasn’t fine. Her brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend it, tongue running between her lips before she bit down, seemingly deciding the first option was the most likely, shaking her head, “I should have known better.”

“I’ll- I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” You stuttered, feeling defensive, “I’m sorry for scaring you, but really, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Cordelia tilted her head in bewilderment, looking you over as you chose to stare out the window. She didn’t get it, last night you were begging for her to talk to you, now you were doing everything you could to shut down any form of conversation. It wasn’t like you. You were never one to stay trapped inside your head. In fact, most times, she had to be the one to stop you from blurting out every single thought that crossed your mind. While at times it drove her crazy, it was also one of the things she loved most about you. When it came to the important things, there was no guess work, your heart was on your sleeve always.

She felt the guilt lodge in her throat, knowing this was largely her own doing. You had tried to talk to her, tried for weeks, and each time she shut you down. She wasn’t ready, so she pushed you away, and now your silence was a habit she didn’t know if she could break. A stray tear fell down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away as you turned around, not wanting you to see it and shut down even further.

You fixated on a point, eyebrows creasing, and Cordelia followed your line of sight, spotting your numerous suitcases by the door. She snickered, “It was actually pretty easy to move all your stuff in here, since you already packed it for us.” You looked over at her questioningly, and she elaborated, “You’ll be staying in here, with me.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, you had already had the discussion before your fight, had decided to move all your things into her room over break, since you were already there every night. It made sense at the time, but a lot had changed since then. You had wanted it to happen, but not like this.

“You don’t have to do that.” You argued, shaking your head, “I didn’t mean to put you in this position.”

“What position?” She asked, prompting you when you threw her a look. She stared at you, eyebrows raised and tongue pushing against her cheek, and that look you knew. It was the same look she always gave when the two of you were bickering and she already knew she was going to win, but she wanted to push you and extract every single argument first. She was playing with you, wanting you to show your hand before she showed hers, all the while knowing you were going to lose.

You let out an inaudible grunt, shaking your head as you explained, “I know the way I acted last night wasn’t ok. It wasn’t fair and I don’t want you to feel forced to…”

You stuttered, you couldn’t say it, but Cordelia was right there, prompting you once again, “Forced to do what?”

You shook your head, unable to face the fear, and stared down at your hands. If you said it and she agreed, you would be devastated, but if you said it and she denied it, then you wouldn’t believe her. If you said it out loud, you would be forcing her hand once again. It was too soon.

But there she was, tipping your chin up and forcing you to stare in her sparkling eyes. There was a mischievous glint in them, her lips curled into a teasing smile, “Forced to do what?”

The words caught in your throat and you moved to clear it, obviously flustered, and Cordelia’s gaze softened, but not before she glanced at your lips. She shifted closer, and you knew what was coming next. You tried to pull back, but the grip on your chin tightened, so you spit out, “We can go back to the way things were.”

You saw the hurt flash across her features as her fingers fell from your face, hands moving to tuck her bangs behind her ears as her eyes cast down. When she looked back at you, her face was painfully neutral, and you couldn’t help but flash back to those weeks you spent in this bed. “Is that what you want?” She asked, not meeting your eyes.

You shook your head, sputtering on your words for a moment before managing to squeak out, “I told you I wasn’t going to force you.”

Cordelia was quiet for a moment, trying to piece together what you were saying, “You think you’re forcing me… to care about you? To want to be with you?”

You sighed, “I cornered you-”

Cordelia cut in, “The girls cornered both of us, you were just as clueless as I was.”

You shook your head, “That’s not what I’m saying…”

“Then what are you saying?” Cordelia asked, obviously searching for some kind of clarity, but to be honest you didn’t really understand it yourself, at least not well enough to put into a comprehendible context.

“You didn’t talk to me for a month, you didn’t even want to be in the same room as me.” You argued, “You made yourself pretty clear.”

“That was a mistake,” Cordelia sighed, rubbing at her temples and shaking her head as she sniffled back tears, “But I never stopped caring about you.”

“Caring about me and wanting to be with me are two completely different things.” You pointed out, Cordelia sighing as she stood.

“Stay here.” She ordered, shooting you a stern look before she walked out of the room, returning a few moments later with a binder and handing it over to you.

“What is this?” You asked, glancing up at her as you flipped through the pages, not understanding what the pages of text meant.

“The knife we pulled from you had an engraving in it, a crest.” Cordelia explained, “It traced back to a group of witch hunters that has been around since before my mother was supreme, a group we thought had been eliminated, Delphi Trust.”

“Your ex’s family?” You asked, Cordelia nodding.

“I called in a favor with the FBI, got some information…” Cordelia said, swallowing thickly, “It wasn’t random, they didn’t just find you. It was a targeted hit. They went after you because you were close to me. They had been following us for months, and I handed you right to them.”

“You didn’t know…” You began, but your girlfriend silenced you, pointing to the binder.

You scanned over the pages again, names and photos and addresses. You flipped through the pages, Cordelia speaking as you did, “I thought the protection spell would be enough to protect you, and it did, but it wasn’t enough.”

You stopped, looked up, “You put a protection spell on me?”

Cordelia waved you off, motioning for you to keep reading, flipping the pages to find pages upon pages of arrest warrants, “I didn’t want to tell you until it was all done. I didn’t want you to worry…”

You flipped and flipped and flipped, there had to be at least 200 of them. With the sheer amount, it should have taken months to compile this much research. You processed for a moment, trying to put together what all of this meant, “You got them all?”

Cordelia shook her head, “I still don’t know. From what we could figure out, all of the smaller groups that have popped up were started by them.” Another head shake, “We got as many as we could find, but not all the arrests have been made yet.”

“You did all this… in a month… for me?” You asked, Cordelia nodding hesitantly, “When did you sleep?”

“I wanted you to feel safe.” Cordelia said, beginning to rant as she dodged the question, “When they told me you left, I was so worried, I just stood by the door for days and…”

You vaulted off the bed then, darting across the room and crushing your lips to the supreme’s. She squealed in surprise, eyes going wide before fluttering shut, one hand snaking behind your back, the other tangling in your hair and tugging you closer. The kiss was delicate and soft and so, so different than the desperate one you had shared the night previous. When you parted, Cordelia rested her forehead against yours, but instead of tears, she was smiling and laughing lightly, her breath fanning out over your face.

“I love you…” She breathed, stroking your face and staring at you with adoring eyes, “So much.”

“I love you, too.” You said, beginning to chuckle, “But you’re an idiot.”

You squealed when Cordelia pinched at your ribs, jumping back, but she nodded regardless, “I guess I deserve that.”

“You guess?” You scoffed, Cordelia biting her lip, her gaze drifting to the floor as the guilt was plastered clear on her features. You sighed, heading back towards the bed and climbing under the covers, “Come here.”

She quirked a brow, “I thought you wanted to get up?”

“Yea,” You said sarcastically, “That was when I was trying to avoid talking about my feelings. Now I demand cuddles.”

Cordelia laughed but complied, crawling up the bed and into your arms. You sat there for a moment, trying to savor the feeling, before you felt a question crawling out of the back of your throat, “Last night, what did you do to me?”

Cordelia went still for a moment before flipping onto her stomach, gazing at you as she ran her fingers through your hair, “I needed to see everything. I didn’t want you to lie to me.”

“I wouldn’t have lied to you.” You stated, “I would have told you everything.”

Cordelia gave you a soft smile, a knowing look in her eyes, “You would have told me what you knew to be true.”

You stared back, obviously confused, “What does that mean?”

Cordelia arched a brow, obviously testing you, “Tell me about your nightmares.”

You shook your head, “I’m not having nightmares.” Cordelia stared back at you with a victorious smirk, like you somehow just answered your own question, “I’m not, seriously.”

“You haven’t been sleeping.” Cordelia sighed.

“I’ve been sleeping like a rock.” You shot back.

“No, you haven’t.” Cordelia said, “You just think you have.”

“What does that even mean?” You exclaimed, looking for Cordelia to finally give you some sort of explanation, “I was sleeping all the time. I spent days just sleeping.”

Now it was Cordelia’s turn to look back at you in disbelief, “You really don’t remember any of it?”

You threw up your hands, “Obviously not.”

Cordelia shook her head, finally pulling away from you and sitting up on the bed, “What do you remember?”

“From which point?” You asked.

Cordelia didn’t know, she didn’t know what you knew, “Start from the beginning. When do you remember waking up?”

You shook your head, “I asked you how long I was out for and you said four days.”

Cordelia’s eyes went wide in recognition, before narrowing again, “That’s the first thing you remember?” You nodded, forehead creasing as you waited for her to explain, “That makes sense.”

“How does that make sense?” You asked.

“I was confused when you asked me…” Cordelia began, stopping and shaking her head before explaining, “That wasn’t the first time you woke up.”

You tilted your head, “So when was it?”

“The day after.” Cordelia said, “You woke up screaming about… hands? Or someone holding you down?” Recognition must have flashed across your features, the supreme nodding her head before she continued, “I tried to calm you down, but you just kept fighting me. We had to give you a sedative because you ripped your stitches open.”

You could tell from the look on her face that it pained her, and you regretted ever asking her to elaborate, but she continued, “It didn’t work well. Even when you were awake, you weren’t really there, but you also wouldn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time. When you woke up, you would just scream, and nothing seemed to help.”

You watched a tear drip down her cheek, your thumb quickly raising to brush it away. “Delia…” You tried, “You don’t have to…”

Cordelia gave you a sad smile, shaking her head, “We switched to a different sedative after that, and I guess that’s when you actually woke up.”

You thought that was the end of it, nodding as you tried to pull her back to you, but she was stiff. “Delia,” You tried, “It’s fine. I haven’t had a nightmare since then, so the new medication must have worked.”

Cordelia eyed you, obviously thinking you were joking, but you remained serious. “You don’t remember any of it, do you?” She asked, her eyes full of concern once again.

“Remember what?” You asked, laughing under your breath, “There’s nothing to remember. Every time you gave me those meds, I was knocked out cold.”

The look on Cordelia’s face was enough to pull you into a seated position, eyes searching hers as she looked right through you. Your brows furrowed as you watched her fish through her mind and replay every memory, adding context she hadn’t even bothered to give you yet. “You don’t remember any of it.” She whispered, “Oh my god.”

“Care to clue me in?” You asked, trying to stave off the uneasy feeling that had begun swirling in your gut.

Cordelia met your eyes again, schooling her features as she cleared her throat, “You weren’t sleeping, at least not for more than a few hours. I was up with you all night.”

You shook your head, but Cordelia continued, “We figured out if I gave you the medication right before dinner, you would sleep until the sun was down, and you wouldn’t go back to sleep until sunrise.”

You stared at your girlfriend, perplexed, “Why don’t I remember that?”

“It must have been the medication.” Cordelia said, shaking her head, “Some sort of twilight phase or memory loss?”

You sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay. It felt stupid to cry over something like this, something that really didn’t amount to anything, but you couldn’t help feeling like your own body had betrayed you. “You were there?” You asked, “All night?”

Cordelia nodded, hand reaching up to brush away the tears that had started to fall against your own will, “Of course I was.” Cordelia watched your face crumple, eyes tracking back and forth as she tried to think of why, her own face dropping at the realization.

When you were screaming about how she wasn’t there, she had assumed you meant the attack. It made the most logical sense. After all, she left you stranded on the other side of town, it was only natural that you would blame her. But if what you said was true, if you had no recollection after you were given the sedative, then it would seem that she wasn’t there at all.

“I’m so sorry.” Cordelia choked out, “I thought…”

You wiped at your eyes, clearing your throat as you attempted to school your features, “It’s not your fault.”

Cordelia shook her head, swiping at her own face, “Is that why you fought me?”

You nodded, feigning a chuckle, “I thought you were drugging me, so we didn’t have to talk.”

“No,” Cordelia said firmly, her voice cracking, “Oh god, no.”

“Then why didn’t you talk to me?” You cried, “It was weeks, Cordelia.”

The way Cordelia looked at you made you feel like you had truly lost your mind, like you were stuck in some delusion that she couldn’t figure out how to break. She reached for your hands, but you pulled them away, feeling a pressure build up inside your chest, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone. It was difficult to face the idea that everything that had happened in the past few weeks had been your minds own fabrication, it’s futile attempt to fill in the gaps, but it was true. She wasn’t looking at you like that to hurt you, the delusion wasn’t fabricated, it was real.

Cordelia’s mouth moved against empty words, trying but failing to offer you any sort of explanation, and you shook your head, “I need to see it.”

“What?” Cordelia asked.

“I need to see it.” You repeated, “I need to do whatever you did to me.”

“I don’t think…” Cordelia began, but you cut her off.

 “Obviously, there’s something I’m missing. Please.” You pleaded.

 “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Cordelia reassured, reaching for your hands, but you pulled away.

You shook your head, “I need to see it.”

You could see the hurt in her eyes, then the deliberation. As much as you tried to force the issue, truly she had all the power. You needed her for it to work, her mind, her abilities. She could easily tell you no, and it would be over, but you knew her too well. Telling you no had always been her weak spot; it was how you managed to worm your way into her heart in the first place. She always swore she would never develop feelings for one of her girls, had stuck to the rule hard and fast. When she realized she cared for you more than the others, she did her best to avoid any interaction, hoping the feeling would dissipate, but when she backed off you pushed forward, and eventually, she broke.

“I’ll have to make a spell.” Cordelia finally said, you nodding in return, “There’s no guarantee it will work, but I’ll try.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling yourself physically deflate, “Thank you.”

You could see the hesitance still clear on her features, her unsure eyes and the way she was chewing on her bottom lip, but she pushed it aside and offered you a small smile, opening her arms, “Now, come here.”

You crawled across the bed, practically throwing yourself into her lap, drawing a giggle out of her as her arms enveloped you. You buried your head in her chest as she pressed kisses to your hairline, her arms tightening around you and squeezing as she rocked back and forth slightly, whispering, “My beautiful girl.”

You looked up at her, only to see her eyes glassy. “Hey,” You whispered, bringing your hand to her cheek, “I’m right here. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cordelia said, shaking her head and pressing another kiss to yours, “I just… I thought I wasn’t going to get to do this again.”

“Me too.” You whispered, nuzzling into her neck, mostly to hide the fact that you also were on the verge of tears. You knew what she was referring to, the doubt and uncertainty that had plagued you for the past month, but not once did you stop to consider that she was feeling it as well, and while you still weren’t entirely sure what transpired in the past month, you did know your girlfriend.

As much as she tried to put on a brave face in front of the girls, you knew how sensitive she truly was, how she took every little hiccup to heart. You were the one who was there when that tough resolve crumbled, and every inadequacy she felt she had, came to the surface. She felt she was at fault if one of the girls so much as skinned their knee, so you could only imagine what was running through her mind when you came back with a knife wound.

“I thought you hated me.” She admitted, gripping you tighter when she felt you trying to pull away, but you were only doing that so you could look at her properly.

“I could never hate you.” You said, cupping her face with both hands, “Not in a million years. The only thing I could even think about was making it home to you.”

Cordelia pressed her eyes closed, her entire face tensing as she was desperately trying not to cry, but a few tears slipped down her cheeks regardless, and you were quick to kiss them away, pressing a final kiss on the tip of her nose, causing her eyes to flutter back open. “I love you.” She breathed, pressing her forehead to yours, “So damn much.”

“I love you, too.”

[inlovewithgreta]

Potions — Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Cordelia had been perfecting a potion for weeks now, and it was finally time to put it to the test.

Warnings: aphrodisiac potion, mentions of alcohol, praise kink, explicit language, use of magical abilities, scissoring, fingering, oral, etc…

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies for the extremely slow updates, I’ve been swamped with work and dealing with personal issues and mental health problems. thank y’all for being so patient with me! 💛

...also I was going to make the potion take longer to work but I’m a whore and wanted to write smut. although I did leave an opening for perhaps a part two??

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"How much longer, 'Delia?" You asked, sneaking your arms around the blonde's slim waist. "I'm growing cold up there without my favorite supreme wrapped in my arms." Your lips couldn't help but fall into a pout as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

"I'm the only supreme, darling." She giggled, keeping her focus on the two glasses in front of her as she dumped a maroon colored liquid just below the rims. "And I'm just finishing up. I think I've finally perfected it!" She bit her plump bottom lip, turning her head to face you with excitement.

"Finally," you gave the blonde a quick kiss. "I really hope this works this time. I can't wait to see which one of us gives in first." You smirked against her lips.

"We haven't even drank it yet and you're already kissing me, darling. It's going to be you. You're very needy."

You protrude your bottom lip in a faux pout that only elicited a wider smile from the blonde and another quick peck to your lips in a reassuring kiss.

"God, I love when you make that face. It's absolutely adorable."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words and tugged at her shirt to bring her to the plush blanket sprawled out and decorated with a few scattered pillows that sat just a few feet away from the lit fireplace.

Cordelia was well coordinated, and didn't spill a single drop of her newest concoction at your eagerness to bring her back towards the warmth.

You were first to plop down, Cordelia offering your drink to you before she sat down beside you, shoulders just barely touching yours.

"Nuh uh, not so fast, darling." Cordelia stopped your glass from tipping any further when you were too caught up in excitement over your drink. "We have to drink it at the exact same time."

You had nearly forgotten about the specifics, her concoctions always had to be done the way she said so, and it wasn't your place to question the witch when she gave you an order.

Cordelia admired your excitement. It always put a smile on her face that you were always so keen on trying new things, especially if it was something she made specifically for you.

"I really hope this works," Cordelia said quietly.

"It will. I just know it." You reassured her.

The witch then cleared her throat and held her glass towards you, and you were sure to clink your glass against hers in unison before both of you took your first sips from the dark substance.

You let out a sound of approval as the liquid hit your tastebuds. A sweet mix of apple, cinnamon, and a dash of alcohol entered your system. It tasted warm and inviting, the drink instantly putting you at ease...or so you thought.

Your gaze flicked over to the woman next to you who was still focused on her drink. Too focused to notice the way your eyes darkened when her tongue slowly swiped along the sugar coated rim on her glass.

You could feel your cheeks grow warm, and it wasn't just from the fireplace. It felt like you were heating up from the inside out. Your thoughts were in the gutter as a familiar ache grew between your legs.

You tried to play it off by nonchalantly repositioning yourself and squeezing your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by the blonde.

Cordelia smirked and gulped down the rest of her drink, purposely tipping her glass far too much to let a few stray droplets of liquid fall from the corner of her mouth and land upon the upper swell of her breast.

The witch nonchalantly swiped her thumb along the droplet before sucking the liquid from her finger, purposely eliciting a low moan to play with you.

"How are you feeling, baby? You're looking a little...flushed." Her curved lashes fluttered as her dilated gaze moved from your face down to your bare thighs that were heavily pressed together.

"It's just a bit hot in here, that's all." You attempted to ignore her lustful gaze, instead busying yourself by downing the rest of the homemade potion.

The blonde tugged at the strap of your dress, slowly sliding it down to reveal more of your soft, smooth skin. "I would say I can fix that, but at this rate, it's only going to get much hotter in here." Your gaze flew back to the witch, who looked ethereal with the glow from the fireplace hitting half of her face in just the right place.

"Is that a fact or a promise?" You toyed, pointer finger flicking at the buttons that held her silk blouse together.

"Come here and find out," she bit her plump bottom lip, eyes sparkling with desire.

You nearly pounced on the witch, knocking the glasses out of the way as your lips engulfed hers in a fiery kiss. Cordelia's hands found the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric over your hips and tugging at it, in a way that told you to help her remove the clothing item.

The dress flew to an unknown location after you briefly broke the kiss to help her, neither of you caring where it went and instead rejoining your lips.

You straddled her waist, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt and groaning out of frustration into the kiss as you struggled to free her of her clothing.

A loud rip tore through the room, buttons flying in multiple directions as you managed to tear her blouse open and slide it from her body.

"I loved that shirt," Cordelia mumbled against your lips.

"I'll buy you a new one."

In this moment, you didn't care about the shirt, you cared about how the woman you were straddling was intoxicating. Her floral scent was stronger, her skin felt softer, and the way she had your pussy wet from just a kiss drove you mad with desire.

Cordelia slowly fell back against the cushioned blanket, your lips leaving hers to place tender kisses along her jawline before nipping at the skin along her neck.

"Mm, fuck that worked quicker than I thought it would," Cordelia admitted after eliciting a low moan at your mouth leaving marks down from her neck to her chest.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words before moving her sheer bra to the side, allowing you access to her breast. An eager tongue flicked at her hardened nipple before your mouth latched onto her tit. Your free hand grasped at her other breast, moving the same fabric to the side so you can twist her nipple between your fingers.

Cordelia's breath hitched, back briefly arching from the ground as you gave her chest the attention she was craving.

"Fuck, I need more. It's not enough," she whimpered as her hips just barely bucked below you.

"Mmm, who's the needy one now?" You mumbled, sending wet kisses down past her navel.

Cordelia wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling slightly at the strands just enough to elicit a moan from you, and force your face to look up at her.

"How about you just use that pretty little mouth to fuck me."

You only smirked at her words as you returned to kissing along her body, but stopping along her hip bone to leave fresh love bites along her porcelain skin.

Cordelia squirmed when your head reached her lace panties. Her body ached for you. Hips bucked in anticipation as your teeth took hold of her panties, slowly sliding the thin fabric down her legs.

Your eyes never left hers as you kissed your way up her calves, across her inner thighs, and over to her bare wet pussy. You had never seen her so wet before, and you couldn't wait to taste her dripping cunt.

Your tongue licked the strip up her folds, Cordelia immediately raking her fingers through your hair. You circled her clit slowly and meticulously that forced a sinful moan out of the witch.

"Just like that—" Her smooth legs held you close, while her fingers held your head right where she wanted you.

Cordelia was quick to fall into a blissful state as you lavished her cunt, the fireplace behind you crackling loudly, flames growing brighter the more pleasure you gave Cordelia.

"M-more, I need more! Please," the sound of your lover begging only encouraged you to give her everything she desired.

A single finger easily slid past her entrance covered in arousal, the added sensation leaving Cordelia breathless. As you multitasked, tongue swiping at her clit and finger slowly sliding in and out of her, Cordelia's back arched ever so slightly with quiet whimpers escaping past her lips.

You couldn't help but gaze at the woman in front of you, the way her porcelain skin flowed under the firelight. The way her body squirmed at your touch. And you couldn't help but hum in approval when the grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, I need more! Baby please!"

A second finger slid inside her cunt, instantly finding the soft spot with each thrust that had elongated moans reverberating off the dimly lit walls.

Cordelia could feel her body heating up, beads of sweat forming along her chest and forehead, both from warmth from the fire and her own body working itself up from pleasure.

"How's that feel, baby?" You sweetly asked, eyes noting every movement Cordelia made.

"Soo good," the blondes breath was shaky and low.

You picked up your pace against her cunt, ignoring the strain you felt against your forearm as you worked your way to give Cordelia the best treatment she deserves.

Cordelia could feel the welcoming knot in her abdomen, fingers gripping onto your hair to keep your head in place. The witch wasn't taking any chances of you pulling away and making her wait to finish.

"I'm so close.." Her eyes grew bright from the dancing flames as her gaze fell upon you between her legs.

"Let go, baby."

Cordelia's legs stiffened around you, a sharp gasp followed by the roaring of the fireplace behind you let you know that the witch was at her peak. Her back had lifted from the floor, toes curling, and fingers pulling at your hair.

"Fuck!"

The blonde was unable to form a full sentence as she came along your fingers that refused to stop, allowing your lover to ride her high as long as possible.

You hummed as you tasted her along your tongue, slowing your movements little by little on her cunt. Cordelia's vision went blurry, chest riding and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Okay, okay— I can't—" Cordelia pulled at your hair, forcing your head away from her dripping pussy.

You swiped at your bottom lip with a smirk, immediately crawling your way up her lightly freckled body to engulf her in a heated kiss. You were quick to straddle her, hands fiddling with her tits as her tongue dipped into your mouth.

Her own hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides before grabbing hold of your hips and pulling you the rest of the way down to her. Your wet pussy pressed against her own, and your hips couldn't help but needlessly grind down against her.

"Oh my god..." your words were breathless into the kiss.

Her grip was tight along your hips, manicured nails ever so slightly digging into your skin as she guided you back and forth.

"That feels so good," you whimpered.

Cordelia was already sensitive due to her previous orgasm, but the newfound pleasure from your clit grinding against hers had her eager to chase after another high.

"Let me see you, baby." Cordelia was not only eager to reach another orgasm, but she was even more eager to watch you grind yourself against her.

With one last kiss to her lips, and gently pulling at her lower as you lifted up, Cordelia's chestnut eyes danced over your figure.

There was nothing the witch loved more than to see you on top of her. The way your hair fell around your face, the slight jiggle in your tits as you moved, and the way your hips needlessly moved as you pleasured yourself on her.

"You're so damn beautiful," her hands dipped behind you, grabbing a steady hold of your ass.

Your own hands squeezed at her tits as you held yourself together, a loud hum escaping your throat at her words as your own mouth was unable to form a sentence.

"Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."

You could feel the heat creep onto your cheeks, not from the roaring fireplace behind you, but from the words coming from Cordelia's lips.

She loved praising you and admiring you just as much as you loved to hear it from her. It only made you want to work harder, do your best to ensure you would hear those words again.

You could feel your legs begin to stiffen and your hips start moving at their own pace, and you could feel yourself getting worked up towards your release.

You easily slid across Cordelia's soaked pussy, low moans filling the room as the both of you felt the pleasure only increase.

"So..close..." you whimpered.

"Not yet, baby. I'm almost there. Just a little bit longer."

Cordelia's nails dragged along your hips, leaving minor scratches in their wake that only elicited another moan from you as you lazily nodded your head at her words.

Your stomach tightened and you knew you could finish right then and there, but if Cordelia said to wait, then you would wait for her. You love when you came together. The way your bodies would orgasm at the same time, filling you both with a feeling of euphoria and bliss.

"I can't— 'Delia, please," you whined.

Cordelia's head fell back, mouth agape as her own hips moved in the opposite directions yours did to speed up the process.

It didn't take long thereafter for the witch to nod her head rapidly, moans becoming more consistent as she hurried quickly towards her release.

"Fuck! Come with me!" The words flew from her mouth just before she pulled her bottom lip sharply between her teeth.

Cordelia's legs shook while your breathing stopped, all sounds coming from you going silent as you came along Cordelia's cunt. The blonde followed you soon after, eyebrows knitting as her grip along your hips never ceased.

The flames from the dimly lit candles spread throughout the room went out in a flash, only the fire from the fireplace cascading a glow over both you and Cordelia.

You gasped as you finally caught your breath, Cordelia loosening her grip on you to instead ease up your shaky movements. Your body shook as Cordelia's hands slid to your back, urging your body forward to press her lips against yours.

Your breasts fell in line with Cordelia's as your hands slid to her slim waist. The blonde couldn't help but close her legs, squeezing her thighs tightly together as your lips were pressed together as one.

Cordelia sighed after you broke from the kiss for air, your head immediately falling to the crook of her neck. Her fingers ran tender lines up and down your back as you gave her neck a tender kiss, both of you silently laying there in each other's arms.

The witch was expecting the effects of the potion to wear off by now, but grew curious as to why when she was pressing her thighs together, that she felt the same ache between her thighs as before.

She needed more. Craved for more. Desired more.

You could feel the woman move slightly beneath you, but she gave you no chance to think on it when she expertly flipped the two of you over, eliciting an unexpected gasp from you. The woman now sat on top of you, eyes completely filled with desire as she lowered her lips to hover just centimeters over yours.

"Oh I'm not done just yet." A wicked smirk toyed at her lips, mascara covered eyelashes fluttering as she lowered her tone next to your ear. "I want to ride your face. To feel you lavish every inch of me. To come along your tongue as my fingers play with your pussy."

You felt the same ache she did, the need for more pushing you to force your lips back against hers in a heated kiss that left both of you feeling feral.

If that's what Cordelia wanted, you were going to give it to her... and so much more.

[dreamypqulson]

Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

— my love, mine all mine

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay.  "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

[marchtomydrums]

Old Habits

Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Your last class was canceled today so you decided to surprise Billie with a visit. She's been working hard this week and sometimes you like to surprise your girlfriends with lunch.

You walked into the building smiling at the women at the front desk. She smiled as you walked by with your hands full of Billie’s favorite takeout.

You opened her office door and what you saw next was completely unexpected. There was Billie's face deep between some woman’s thighs as she trembled on her desk.

“Oh god, Billie Dean.” the woman moaned.

“Billie?” you called out.

The blonde's head pops up quickly as she looks at you.

“Y/n?”

“I...I um I brought you lunch but it looks like you already have some,” you mumbled setting the bags down on the table.

“Y/n.”

“See ya at home,” you said quickly as you ran out of the office.

“Wait no! Y/n! Y/n!” Billie screams running after you.

You didn't stop you ran as fast as you could. You cried the whole way home going over the scene again and again in your mind.

Once you made it home and behind closed doors, you snapped. Your sobs were loud and painful. It felt like your heart was being squeezed in your chest.

“Sweetheart?” Cordelia called out.

“Oh honey what's the matter?” she asked sitting beside you on the couch.

You cried harder as she held you. It didn't take long for Mina to walk into the living room.

“What's wrong? What happened?” she asked. Cordelia shrugged her shoulders as she tried to calm you down.

The front door slammed shut as Billie walked in.

“Oh thank god you guys are here. Y/n I.”

“Get away from me,” you screamed.

“Y/n please let me explain.”

“Yes please do please explain to them how you were cheating on us!”

“What?” Cordelia and Mina said in unison.

“Yeah. I went to her office with lunch to surprise her and there she is fucking some woman in her office.” You shout.

Cordelia and Wilhelmina’s heads snap towards Billie. “What?” they asked in unison shocked to hear this.

“It’s not what you think,” Billie says to them.

“It was Ally.” She says.

The name means nothing to you but you notice how the other two women’s shoulders relax a bit as if this is good news.

“Who the fuck is Ally?” You hissed.

“Ally is a friend of ours. She lives in Michigan. She’s a senator there.” Billie says.

“Okay. And?” You asked still not understanding.

“Babydoll before you the three of us would invite others to sleep with us. Mostly random women we met out but sometimes friends. Ally is someone we used to sleep with often whenever she came to town to visit. She hasn’t been here in a while but she showed up today.”

“Wait a minute. So you’ve all been sleeping with her since we’ve been together?” You asked looking at each of them.

“No.” They quickly say.

“Sweat heart we haven’t been with anyone since you,” Cordelia says softly.

“Well until now…” Mina adds looking at Billie pointedly.

“Hey! We never talked about Ally and if our plans changed. It’s not like I planned this she just showed up. It’s nothing that any of us haven’t done before.” She says defensively.

You look over at the blonde tears streaming down your face. “How would you feel if you saw me like that? Huh? Pinned down by some other woman throwing my head back in pleasure as she eats me out?!”

Mina growls at the thought of someone else having their hands on you. Out of the three of them, she is the most possessive.

Billie Dean lowered her head in shame.

“I wouldn’t like that. I’m so sorry y/n I swear to you it wasn’t something I had planned nor would I do it again. Babydoll please believe me.” She begged reaching out to hold your hand.

You snatched your hand back rejecting her advances and shaking your head.

“I don’t want to be touched. I want to be alone I need to think.” You said making your way towards the stairs.

The three women watch you disappear upstairs.

“Nice going Billie Dean!” Mina hissed at the blonde.

“I didn’t do it on purpose you know how Ally is.”

“Yeah, I do. But that still gives you no right to just have your way with her. I thought we left that lifestyle once we became involved with y/n.” She says looking over at Cordelia.

“I thought so too but Billie Dean is right we never spoke about what would happen if Ally or any one of our friends returned. I think the two of us subconsciously decided we were done with that once we met y/n. Maybe Billie had other thoughts?” She asked looking over at Billie.

“So you two are just going to blame this on me? I never thought about being with anyone else but the three of you. Ever. Ally is different though. I thought… I thought it was okay.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Mina adds.

“I know that now!” Billie huffs.

“We will figure it out,” Cordelia says.

“I hope y/n will forgive me.” Billie cries.

Cordelia frowns as she brings Billie into her arms holding her tightly. Mina looks at the sight in front of her as her heart breaks. One for Billie Dean and one for you. While she was upset with Billie she didn’t like to see any of you upset.

“Just give her some time. She’s hurt but she will come around. I will speak to her.” Mina says.

“Thank you.” Billie smiles.

The three women smile at each other sending looks of love to one another as the sound of Billie’s phone interrupts them.

Billie frowns as she looks down at her phone.

“Who is it, Billie?” Cordelia asked.

“It’s Ally.” She sighs handing the phone over to Cordelia.

Cordelia and Mina look over the text.

Are you lovely ladies free tonight? I miss the three of you.

Flight leaves at noon on Friday.

Let me know.

-Ally.

[camillelespanayesbtch]

✨Sarah Paulson Masterlist✨

!!!NO MINORS!!! 18+

Diane Sherman: Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely

Diane Sherman: Co-com-comparison is killing me slowly...And I’m so sick of myself, rather be, rather be. Anyone, anyone else

Diane Sherman, Ally Mayfair: We're Making Reasons To Destroy Our Believing. I See You Looking At Me, and Now I Don't Know Who To Believe

Diane Sherman: Pick Your Poison

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Billie Dean Howard: Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and Strangers Again P1, P2

Billie Dean Howard: Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly And Find Me Again

Wilhemina Venable, Billie Dean Howard: I see darkness in you

Billie Dean Howard, Audrey Tindall: Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

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Wilhemina Venable: You stalker, watcher, psychopath (There's only one Wilhemina Fucking Venable)

Wilhemina Venable: Think About Your Hero, When You’re At Ground Zero

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Cordelia Goode: Baby’s Got Trouble. Don’t Know How To Live. Don’t Want To Die

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Sally McKenna: Hate To See Your Heart Break

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Xandra Terrell: There Is Something About The Way You Are That Makes Me (Sigh)

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Audrey Tindall: You're The Next Drew Barry, And I Want More

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Alice Macray: I Pray For Forgiveness You Can't Grant Me.

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Mildred Ratched: I Wanna Be Your Bubblegum Bitch

More on my AO3: TindallsGal

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Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode: I brought you daffodils on a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.

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[aboutcustardcreams]

Y/n: *knocks at the fridge’s door and waits*

Cordelia and Mina share a quizzical look

Y/n: *grins and knocks again*

Cordelia: *already struggles to keep a serious expression and turns to Mina* ask her, love

Mina: ask her what? *frowns*

Cordelia: just ask her why she is knocking at the fridge’s door or we won’t have any dinner tonight…

Y/n: *grins evilly in anticipation*

Mina: *sighs and tiredly rubs the root of her nose* sweetheart, why are you knocking at the fridge’s door?

Y/n: because … *stops dramatically to add suspense while Cordelia is already crying in laughter* there could be a salad dressing

Mina: *struggles to keep a serious expression*

Cordelia: *lying on the floor* HELP.

[carmillascrusade]

100 follower event:

I hit 100+ followers a while back but due to my recent inactivity I haven’t done much about it. I’d like to celebrate in some form of way so please send asks/requests into my inbox! (Cheekily using this to finally write for even more of my fandoms)

NSFW and SFW are fine!

My aim for each fic will be 1,500- 5,000 words (if it runs over it runs over)

Please send ideas my way/ things you’d like to seen written!

[stayevildarling]

Agatha Harkness x Cordelia Goode x Reader-Undone by desire

A/N: I can‘t stop thinking about these two so here we are🤷🏻‍♀️

tags/tw: soft dom!cordelia, mean dom!agatha, sub!reader, corruption, praise kink, mommy kink, jealous cordelia, virgin reader, cordelia recieving (strap), reader recieving (oral, strap), agatha recieving (oral, strap) enchanted strap, choking

word count: 4.5k

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The coven‘s halls had undeniably been more alive since Agatha Harkness arrived. Cordelia, ever the welcoming and open supreme allowed the covenless witch to join, offering her a place at Miss Robichaux‘s as after everything, the brunette just wanted to belong. Agatha accepted with grace but there was something mysterious about her, the way she carried herself and the atmosphere changed whenever she stepped into a room. Despite it being some weeks now, you noticed immediately, Agatha was the kind of woman who didn‘t need to raise her voice to make herself understood, her voice laced with something darker, there always seeming to be a deeper intention behind her words. And you couldn‘t deny that you felt drawn to her.

At first, your interactions had been harmless, a sly comment here, a lingering glance at the dinner table there. You brushed it off for her nature, usually the more quiet one around the academy, only really opening up yourself once you know someone a bit better. It had taken you years to warm up to Cordelia, to allow yourself to laugh around her and allow yourself to slowly fall for her, not able to hide the way she made you blush. But Cordelia had warned you about Agatha, telling you to be careful. „She‘s powerful“ she said one afternoon. „And power often comes with… complication“.

But days turned into weeks and Agatha‘s interest in you deepened, becoming harder and harder to ignore. She was suddenly always near, offering to help you with your magic, whispering low and suggestive things that made your cheeks burn. At first you enjoyed the game, unsure how to play it exactly but letting the witch pull you right under her spell, unaware of her ulterior motives. But as Agatha‘s influence grew, Cordelia noticed the shift in you as you began questioning things about the coven, your powers and mostly about Cordelia. The woman who you had been head over heels for for years, the woman who would make you blush, who was so gentle with her touch and the woman who made the others mumble about her attraction to you but Delia never voiced those, not in the way Agatha so bluntly would.

The supreme wasn‘t blind to what Agatha was doing, how she was slowly drawing you in, seeing how you slowly became alive under attention and it sparked something within the blonde. An overprotectiveness that came as a force, laced by her raging jealousy. You noticed it a while back when the three of you worked in the greenhouse, Agatha leaning closer and lowly murming in your ear „You‘ve got so much potential“ she praised, watching you work effortlessly on your magic. „If only someone helped you truly unlock it“ she whispered, voice dripping with something more than encouragement. And that was enough for Cordelia to snap. „That‘s enough Agatha“ she said sharply, her voice firm but the other witch simply smiled, leaning back as if nothing happend, getting exactly what she wanted out of this exchange.

The following days seemed to change everything, the tension in the academy heavy. Cordelia‘s overprotectiveness reached its peak point as she made sure to keep you safe. Her eyes lingered on you as she made sure not to leave you and Agatha alone, worried what would happen if she did. Meanwhile Agatha continued, knowing exactly what she is doing, she enjoyed winding the supreme up, being able to tell her little plan was working just fine, not only slowly corrupting you to be her perfect little pet but also get the side of Cordelia to show that she has seen since joining, something hidden deep.

„You‘ve been awfully quiet“ Agatha purred the other day, as you passed her in the hallway. Her hand brushed against your arm, halting your movements. „What‘s on that pretty little mind of yours?“ she asked, causing your cheeks to burn. Before you could answer though, Cordelia appeared out of nowhere, stepping between you two. Her expression was calm but her voice filled with something you had never seen in your supreme before. „Agatha don’t you have somewhere else to be?“ she questioned calmly.

Agatha smirked, unbothered by Cordelia‘s interruption. „Funny, I could ask you the same thing Ms Supreme“ her eyes flickered to you for a moment before she carried on „Or do you always hover so closely over your students?“. Cordelia stiffened, her compusure beginning to crack „I don‘t hover, I protect what‘s mine“ she snapped. „Yours?“ Agatha laughs, she leans closer to Cordelia, their faces inches apart and for a second you thought they may kiss under the tension of it all. „Funny, I didn‘t think posession extended to matters of the heart“ Agatha whispered. The tension between them felt suffocating snd despite their words seeming like they may want to kill each other, their body languages betrayed them both, the mutual attraction undeniable.

Her words lingered on your mind „I protect what‘s mine“ she said and you couldn‘t sleep that night, couldn‘t focus for the next few days, not understanding where this had came from. Cordelia had always been kind to you, maybe even putting you above other students but she had never made a step, not in all those years, despite the obvious signs of your mutual feelings for each other, despite the whispers of the other students, despite the deep conversations in the greenhouse at 3am, despite the times she looked at you like she wanted you but stopped herself just in time.

A day later you opted to retreat to the library, the tension in the academy almost suffocating you as you seek refuge. But not even the pages of the book you are reading can distract you from what has been going on. You couldn‘t stop thinking about Agatha‘s touch on your skin, the way it made you feel on fire, letting thoughts cross your mind that hadn‘t crossed your mind before. But then there was Cordelia, her words, her protectivenesse and the undeniable feelings you have had for her from the beginning.

You are startled when the sound of the library door pulls your attention from the book, Cordelia steps inside, her gaze locking onto you. She seems much less composed than usual, almost if she is holding something back. „I thought I might find you here“ she says softly, crossing the room to where you are sitting. „Delia“ you almost whisper as you set your book down. She pauses, looking into your eyes „Sweetie I need to talk to you“ she begins but before she can carry on, Agatha steps inside, wearing a purple suit that draws your eyes onto her, the rings, the way she carries herself captivated you. „Well isn‘t this cozy“ she says, her voice dripping with amusement as she steps closer. „I was hoping to find you alone dear but seems Ms Supreme beat me to it“ she chuckes, so unfazed at the way she just waltzed in and interrupted you both.

Cordelia turns „Agatha“ she says almost sharply „This isn‘t the time“ she warns, her voice filled with authority, which causes your eyes to land on her. But Agatha doesn‘t care, her attention entirely on you „You know, I‘m beginning to wonder whether Cordelia is as concerned about your wellbeing as she claims.. or if this is something“ she pauses, stepping closer „Deeper“. Her movements are slow and deliberate „Tell me darling, do you feel protected hm? or do you feel trapped?“ she asks, causing your heart to race.

„That‘s enough“ Cordelia snaps, stepping in between you both. Her calm composure is unraveling again and you are surprised, no one ever having pushed her buttons just like Agatha had. „I won‘t let you manipulate her“ the supreme warns. „‚Manipulate?“ Agatha repeats, amusement evident in her voice. „Darling, I don‘t need to manipulate, she is already curious, aren‘t you sweetheart?“ she purrs, looking right at you. „You have felt it haven‘t you? that pull? you‘re drawn to me just as much as she is to you“ the brunette claims which causes your heart to stop as your hands begin shaking.

„Leave her alone“ Cordelia demands, her voice shaking now with rage, she moves closer to Agatha, their faces inches apart. The tension between them was undeniable, air thick but there was something else as Agatha tilts her head, her smirk disappearing as she steps closer. And there it was again, their faces inches apart, their words not matching the ways their bodies spoke. „You‘re so quick to defend her“ she murmurs „But tell me Cordelia- are you really protecting her from me? or are you afraid she might choose me if you let her decide?“ the brunette questions. Cordelia glances at you and you see her faltering for a brief moment, her jaw tight.

This wasn‘t jealousy anymore, you could see the way Agatha almost leaned in as to test the supreme‘s boundaries and the supreme almost faltering. „She‘s not a game Agatha“ Cordelia warns, voice barely above a whisper. „Neither are you“ Agatha speaks softly, her smirk replaced by a sincerity that takes your breath away. It seems like the tension between them fleeds but Cordelia stiffens again before speaking. „Go to your room Y/N“ she demands, eyes darting to you. „Now“ she instructs her voice firm.

„Delia“ you tried but she cut you off with that look. And so you listened, leaving them, glancing at them one more time, hearing Agatha chuckling „So obedient“ before you leave, knees weak and breath trembling as you make it to your room, feeling like you are caught in a game that you didn‘t fully understand. The way they stood so close drove you crazy, a part of you yearned for the thought of them kissing but another part of you felt confused, Agatha‘s intensions almost clear but Cordelia‘s so confusing.

Something changed that night. You felt it when you stepped into the kitchen the next morning, hoping to find some coffee as you had been awake the entire night, unable to stop thinking about either of the older women. Agatha stepped inside, something softer about her demeanor as she greeted you „Hi darling“ she said before Cordelia joined, the supreme‘s demeanor seeming less protective, more composed and calm even with Agatha beaide you. „Good norning“ she greeted you, helping you to some coffee as your eyes darted between them. „How are you feeling darling?“ Cordelia asked gently, which caused you to shrug and mumble a quick „I‘m fine“ before you wrapped your hands around the coffee mug. „You seem distracted sweetheart, something on your mind?“ Agatha asked.

You glanced at Cordelia who remained silent, waiting for your answer but you stayed quiet. „She seems a little overwhelmed don‘t you think?“ Agatha asked which caused Cordelia to nod. „We‘re here for you sweetie“ she encouraged. „You don‘t have to be afraid“ she whispered as her hands brushed over your shoulder gently. „We aren‘t going anywhere“ she reassured before Agatha joined in again „We just want you to know you are wanted“ she exclaimed, the statement almost taking your breath away. And then you realized that whatever happened between them that night changed everything, they weren‘t fighting over you anymore, they were working together.

The following days went by in a haze, you barely managed to function under their gazes, Cordelia‘s lingering protetective presence, Agatha‘s hands on you and the way she was teasing you. It took everything within you not to give in to them, trying to think of a way to balance this but the more the days passed, it left you lonely in the nights, aching for their touch and presence. And tonight something within you snapped, the way they hovered around you by the dinner table, the way their eyes spoke lengths, their voices dripping with desire.

By the time the night came around you found yourself restless, abandoning the idea of sleep before wandering the hallways. And somehow you found yourself by Cordelia‘s office, the door slightly ajar, almost inviting you inside. Your hands trembled as you finally bring yourself to knock and the door opens immediately, exposing both Agatha and Cordelia, sitting opposite each other, murming words that you couldn‘t make out. You could see Delia leaning forward, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder‘s, Agatha‘s dark eyes glistening.

The brunette‘s gaze catches yours and her smirk widens „Well well“ she murmurs „Look who couldn‘t stay away“ she grins, leaning back into her chair. Cordelia turns, her soft eyes finding yours „What are you doing up sweetheart?“ she asks gently, though there was something knowing in her tone. „It‘s late“ she says which causes you to falter. „I..“ you stammer, feeling your cheeks burning under both of their gazes. The words get caught in your throat, the intensity of even being in the same room with them impossible.

Agatha stands slowly, her movements calculated as she approaches you. Your eyes immediately travel to her dark purple blazer, her white button upped shirt and her jewrely. „She looks like she has something on her mind“ she murmurs as she glances back at the supreme. She stops just a step away from you, her presence causing you to shiver „What is it darling? you can tell us“ she encourages and then Cordelia rises too, her approach much gentler than Agatha but no less commanding. Her hand brushes your arm, softly grounding you but her touch makes your breathing hitch nevertheless.

„You don‘t have to keep it in sweetie“ she says softly, her eyes searching yours. „We know“ she breathes, causing your heart to pound in your chest. They both stand so close now, Delia equally in an outfit that has been driving you crazy for years. They both seem to pull you in like a magnet, Agatha‘s dark knowing smirk and Cordelia‘s gentle gaze exactly what you have been yearning for.

And then you couldn‘t hide it anymore „I“ you begin, voice breaking as you hide your trembling hands „I want you. Both of you“ you whisper, barely audible but enough for both witches to hear. Agatha‘s smirk only deepends, her eyes glistening while Cordelia simply parts her lips in a soft gasp, cheeks flushing at your confession. „Well“ Agatha murmurs „Finally“ voice filled with satisfaction. The supreme‘s hand on you tightens a little, her eyes flickering to Agatha before returning to you. „Are you sure darling?“ she asks, her voice barwly above a whisper. You could tell she was in control, just the way Agatha was but there was something deeper behind her eyes, almost sparkling with love, wanting to make sure this was truly what you wanted.

All you can do is nod, unable to form words, your entire body trembling. Agatha takes the initative, her head tilting as she moves impossibly closer „You have no idea how long we have been waiting for this“ she says softly „For you to finally admit it“. And then she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that ignites a fire within you, one that has been fueled by their actions for weeks, one that takes your breath away as you cling to the woman, holding onto her for dear life as her mouth explores yours, thinking if you stopped holding on, you might pass out under the intensity of it all.

Agatha pulls away, moving to the side to give Cordelia the room, the supreme steps closer, her hand resting on your cheek as she speaks. „We‘ll take care of you“ she promises, her voice trembling with sincerity. „If you let us“ you nod weakly, causing the supreme to smile softly before stepping forward, hovering for a moment before she leans in. And her kiss is much softer, no less demanding or assuring who’s in control here but it was filled with something almost sweet, the desire to please you, to make sure you are okay and make you feel good and the kiss settles in your heart as this had been on your mind for years.

The brunette creeps up behind you as you both pull away after a while, your eyes locking with the supreme‘s for a moment. „Follow me dear“ she instructs and you do, letting the older woman lead you out of the room and into her bedroom, the supreme following as they lead you into the woman‘s sanctuary. You hadn‘t seen Agatha‘s room yet, much darker than the usual light academy, the place filled with candles, the atmosphere mysterious as she leads you to bed. She makes you sit there before she turns to the supreme, capturing her lips in a kiss that takes your breath away. You watch their mouth, the way they both fight for entrance, the way Agatha stands tall and the way Cordelia doesn‘t falter. The scene causes your breathing to hitch as you press your thighs together, the arousal already staining your underwear at this point.

They both turn to you with knowing glances, seeing your chest heave and hearing your breathing hitching. „Would you like to do the honours of undressing her Ms Supreme?“ Agatha teases which causes Cordelia to nod softly as she makes her way over. „Is that what you want sweet girl?“ she asks as she bites her lip and all you can do is nod, words having left you long ago by now. Her movements are gentle, painfully slow as she begins kissing down your neck, leaving gentle bruises that would become reminders of this night soon. She begins by taking your shirt off, deliberately slow as she exposes your red lingerie, causing her to smirk ever so slightly. When you watch her go on her knees, you think you might explode, watching as she begins taking off your socks, your trousers and leaving you in nothing but the red set you had chosen for tonight, a part of you knowing where this would lead.

„Lay down there darling“ she instructs, her voice filled with authority and desire as she makes you lay in the middle of the bed, Agatha‘s eyes darkening as she watches the scene unfold. Cordelia begins hovering above you, crawling on top of you as she begins kissing you, her tongue immediately entering your mouth as she begins exploring you in a way she had been meaning to forever. Agatha is quick to abandon her own clothing, leaving her in nothing but a purple bralette which causes your eyes to drift. The brunette goes on her knees as she hovers behind Cordelia, making sure to undress the supreme too. You notice her struggling with Cordelia‘s shirt and so you glance at the supreme, silently asking for permission as your fingers ghost over the buttons of her shirt. She nods and you help Agatha with ease to undress her. „Such a good attentive darling“ the brunette purrs which causes you to moan into Cordelia‘s mouth.

„What do you think we should do with her first?“ Agatha purrs as her hand travels over Cordelia‘s torso, reaching her neck as she grabs her and reaches for another hungry kiss. „Should we make her watch? fall apart while we make her wait?“ the brunette smirks. The supreme‘s eyes fall upon you, considering their options. „But she‘s been so patient already“ the blonde counters which causes Agatha to fake pout. „Have you little one? do you not wanna wait any longer?“ she mocks which causes you to shake your head desperately. „Well then I‘ll let you do the honors Ms Supreme“ she smiles which causes your heart to race. The blonde begins gently caressing your skin, her mouth exploring you as Agatha‘s hands cup your breasts. The supreme‘s breath hitches, seeing parts of you that she never had before, the tattoo covering your collarbone.

Her touch is featherlight until she reaches your center, chest heaving by now. She glances at you with so much care in the world, despite the hunger evident in her eyes. „May I?“ she asks as her fingers begin playing with the wasitband of your red panties and you nod eagerly before Agatha interupts „Words darling“ she corrects you and you force yourself to speak „Yes please“ you pant which causes her to grin. „Good girl“ the supreme praises which sends a shiver through you as her tongue begins exploring you. At first, she begins kissing the inside of your thighs, her eyes leaving yours as Agatha begins pleasuring the supreme from behind. By the time her tongue licks through your folds, collecting your sweet juices a gutteral moan escapes you. „Delia“ you whine, wiggling as you need to feel more.

It takes you a good minute to realize that Agatha is wearing a strap by now, holding onto Cordelia as she pounds into her from behind, all while the blonde dips her tongue inside you. A gutteral moan escapes you again as she brings you so close but she stops herself, letting Agatha devour her, sending pleasure through her body as she grips onto the sheets beside you. You watch in awe, body trembling as Agatha makes the supreme feel good, moans and curse words falling from the blonde‘s lips all at once. At some point, you feel like you can‘t take it anymore, letting your hand travel down to your clit to get at least some friction, watching the supreme orgasm on Agatha‘s strap.

„Nuh uh“ Agatha stops you, placing your hand away from your clit as you whine. „Do you want mommy to make you feel good too?“ she asks, her voice filled with sweetness as she hovers above you. „Yes please mo-mommy“ you moan, watching as Cordelia comes down from her high. Agatha wastes no time in alligning herself but the blonde stops her „Have you ever done this sweetie?“ the supreme asks as she locks eyes with you and you shake your head. She glances at Agatha who gives her a knowing look „Don‘t worry Ms Supreme, I‘ll be gentle with your precious girl“ she teases which causes the supreme to roll her eyes. „If it‘s too much or you want me to stop, you tell me okay? But I have a feeling you‘ll enjoy this sweet girl“ Agatha coos and you nod, not caring about any of this as the desperation gets the better of you.

The brunette remains on her knees, purple strap tugged against her hips as she slowly begins teasing you with the tip, pushing it in slowly to let you adjust. Your eyes force close at the strange sensation, whincing ever so slightly before something bursts and your eyes fly open. „More please“ you whisper, causing Agatha to smirk, having known there was this side of you as Cordelia‘s eyebrows raise in surprise. She sinks in completely, making you take her entire length as she begins filling you up, her hips thrusting into you slowly first but then fast, keeping up a steady pace of edging you, wanting nothing more than to make you a screaming, begging mess for them. You had never felt this way before, the attention of two beautiful and attractive women on you like that, their hands roaming your body, Agatha fucking into you so perfectly sending you into a bliss, barely able to function anymore, let alone breathe.

„Fuck“ you curse and even Cordelia barely manages to keep herself together, watching your tits bounce, back arching and mouth hanging open. Her hand finds yours and your grip on her tightens, feeling the pleasure rush through you. „You are such a perfect little slut, taking us so well“ Agatha purrs her hand finding your neck, neither of you aware that she had enchanted the strap and could feel every single thing herself. Your eyes find Cordelia‘s again, so overwhelmed by the intsity of this and feeling the coil in your stomach about to burst. „You‘re doing so well sweetie“ she praises, causing your cheeks to burn red again at her words. Agatha can feel how close you are, deliberately pulling out of you which causes you to whine „Taste yourself on mommys cock sweet girl“ she orders and you don‘t waste any time as she brings it to your mouth, wanting nothing more than to be good for her.

You take her into your mouth, trying not to gag but the size mixed with the fact you hadn‘t done this before cause tears to form in your eyes. Agatha‘s own pleasure takes over as she begins fucking your mouth, Cordelia watching in awe as she never once took you to be nearly this filfthy. After another while Agatha pulls out, wasting no time before she slams her cock into you again, leaving you breathless. „Please mommy“ you whine „I‘ve been good, I wanna be good. I - fuck please I wanna cum“ you almost scream, causing Agatha‘s smirk to widen as she takes your left leg, putting it against her shoulder as she begins fucking into you at another angle. Cordelia watches in awe seeing you fall apart like this, her fingers finding your mouth as you begin sucking. „Cum for me pretty pet“ Agatha whispers which makes you fall apart.

Your back arches as you clench around her cock, feeling your own cum mix with her own, making sure you ride out your high as your eyes are forced shut, chest heaving as stars form in your vision, causing you to close your eyes. Screams, moans and names fall from your lips all at once before Agatha eventually pulls out with a satisfied smirk. Cordelia lays beside you, gently stroking your cheeks before whispering „Breathe sweetie“ and her voice guides you away from the bliss and into reality as she guides you to find your breathing again. By the time your eyes open, you find both women look at you with both a proud and hungry expression, you having been so perfect for them. „You did so good baby“ Cordelia coos as she gently wipes your tears before Agatha pulls you in for another kiss „The perfect obedient little angel“.

There was something in the air after you finished, both women still eager and so were you but they could tell you needed a break, especially after your first time with them. Cordelia was gentle in how she touched you, cleaned you up and encouraged you to drink. Agatha‘s eyes never left yours as she lays beside you, admiring the view and the pretty marks she left on you. „Did you enjoy that?“ she asks after a while of the three of you laying in silence. You nod, feeling their eyes on you as a little smile creeps onto your features. Cordelia‘s eyebrows furrow, seeing something clearly on your mind. „When can we do it again?“ you whisper causing Agatha to chuckle lowly and Cordelia to gasp at your boldness. „Well I definitely underestimated you“ she jokes before pressing a kiss to your lips and if one thing was for sure, this night would be very long after all.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CURSED (nsfw)

billie dean howard x gn!reader, word count 1.2k

the premiere of the new season of billie's show gets rescheduled last minute, but you have a way to take her mind off the disappointment.

A harsh silence enveloped the two of you. You were sitting at the edge of Billie’s bed, and you watched as she set her phone down on the vanity and began to pace the length of the room. 

The premiere of her show had been rescheduled on short notice. You were meant to fly out with her tomorrow for press meetings, interviews, every opportunity for recognition Billie deserved for her work. Your suitcases were packed and ready at the foot of the bed. 

Billie looked into the mirror of the vanity, sighing as she fixed a non-existent flaw of her eye makeup with the edge of her pale pink acrylics. 

You were at a loss for what to do – you had tried comforting her verbally, but she had barely said a word to you in the minutes after receiving the call. She got like this often when she was upset, silent and uninterested and cynical. 

You stood from the bed. Tentatively you stepped toward her. You placed your hands on her waist when you came up behind her, resting your chin on her shoulder and watching her reflection in the mirror. 

Disappointment swam in her eyes as she stared unfocused into her own reflection. You knew how much she had been looking forward to the premiere. Even if it would take place in a few weeks instead of tomorrow, the two of you had been planning this weekend for months. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, “that it was canceled. I know how excited you were.” 

Billie nodded, taking one of your hands in her own. She offered you a halfhearted smile in the reflection of the mirror. “You didn’t cause it, don’t apologize.” 

In response, you pressed a kiss to her neck, the junction where her neck met her shoulder. After a moment you kissed her again, and began to move up her neck, trailing kisses up to her jaw. You felt her relax slightly under your touch, a great sigh leaving her chest. 

Billie turned in your arms. She kissed you, bringing a hand up to rest at your jaw and looping her arms around you. The kiss was almost lazy, natural and reflexive to the two of you. You were overcome by the love evident in her touch. 

She pulled away only for a moment before capturing your lips again. This time, you felt hunger in her embrace – in the way her lips met yours in a way dripping with desperation, in the way she was backing you towards the bed. 

You denied your instinct to let her push you onto the bed – you wanted this, and she did too, but you wanted to give her more. You wanted her to feel the same euphoria she often gave you before herself, especially after the evening’s disappointment. She needed distraction, as was evident in every moment you spent in her arms, and you were always willing to give it. 

You turned her, reversing your positions. A look of surprise came over her features as the backs of her thighs pressed against the bed. 

You hadn’t said anything, but she nodded at the proposed switch in roles, and when you tried to push her down onto the bed, she let you. Billie pulled you down on top of her, slipping her hands under the hem of your shirt and letting them travel up your back. In a moment of impatience she pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. 

You grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there,” you warned her with a stern look, and she smiled at you in amusement. You hardly ever took dominance over her, it was foreign to both of you, but you were enjoying it. 

“This is new,” she taunted, unserious, yet you could see the desire clawing at her through the mask of her ego. “You’re learning, and so well.” 

You shook your head, brushing off her comment. You didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, pulling off her blouse and attaching your lips to her chest. Her breath caught as you trailed kisses down her sternum, nipping at her chest, leaving marks in your wake as you traveled down her abdomen. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured into her skin, and a slight blush overtook her features. She shifted restlessly – her anticipation was evident, beautiful in the fervor with which she needed you. You understood why she was usually so addicted to you underneath her, you were drunk on the power of having her need nothing in the world but you. 

You moved between her legs, and instinctively her hips bucked toward you. As you pulled the rest of her clothes off she let out another sigh, this time out of pleasure, out of desire. 

With air-light touches you caressed her thighs. Slowly you kissed up the length of them, watching her expression closely. Desperation overtook her features, and her breath was shaky. One of her hands had moved to weave into your hair, a wordless plea for your attention. 

Just as she thought relief would finally come between her thighs, you moved away. With a look of satisfaction you climbed back up her body, straddling her, leaning down to kiss her. 

“What are you doing?” she asked in a whine. No one ever denied Billie anything, especially you. 

You shrugged. You trailed your hand down her abdomen, let it rest at her hip as you watched her squirm. “Beg.” 

She scoffed. She shook her head. “I’m not begging.” 

With a tantalizing smile you moved your hands away. Her only form of contact was the way you were straddling her. “Prove how much you want this. Beg for it, or you get nothing.” 

She sighed, and desire won over her pride, though it was not without a battle of ego. “Please,” she said. “Please, I need this. You know I need this, I need you.” 

You considered her words a victory, one of the scarce victories of dominance you took over her. In reward you slipped back between her legs. Finally relief came to her, your tongue sliding through her wetness. Billie moaned, her hips bucking into you again. You held them down, circling your arms around her tense thighs. 

You focused yourself on her clit, noting every response her body gave to your ministrations. Her moans, her whines let freely go as you slipped two fingers into her. She gasped, her new grip in your hair tightening dramatically as you set a pace that was quickly ruining her. 

Though earlier she had been utterly opposed that you’d made her beg, quiet pleas spilled from her lips as you brought her closer to the edge. Your name on her tongue like a curse, like poison you would drink from the fountain of your devotion. 

“Cum for me,” you murmured when she was close, and her body responded immediately – you coaxed her through her climax, the pace of your tongue and your hand working in sequence to prolong it as much as you could for her. 

When she came down from it, you pulled away. You laid at her side, pulling her into you to press a kiss to her shoulder and then to her lips, the two of you engulfed in the softness of her newfound peace. Billie relaxed into your embrace, letting you hold her as exhaustion overtook her. Peace found you both in inexplicable wonder, anxiety cursed in your devotion.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Supreme (Cordelia Goode x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Cordelia doesn't like having her power questioned, but you do enjoy when she takes her displeasure out on you.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: marking, smut, mentions of choking, dom!Cordelia

Standing behind Cordelia, you could feel the tension rising. Her hands were clasped in front of her body, shoulders tense, chin lifted. You took a slow breath in, holding it, then letting it out from between parted lips. The man standing across from your grouping was glaring into the no man’s land. Zoe shifted her weight beside you, Mallory going still.

“Excuse me?”

There wa a level of restraint in Cordelia’s voice, her anger on a tight leash. Your jaw tightened, your attention more closely kept to your Supreme than the speck of a man trying to insinuate more than he had a right to. Your fingers clenched, strung tight in case it came down to a fight. You’d throw yourself in front of a bullet for Cordelia, if it came to that.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as you claim,” the inconsequential man snarled through the gate, “you’re weak and hide behind the skills of others. You’re no Supreme.”

She raised a hand, the man forced back a step, then another. He was still glaring at her, teeth gritted, trying to force his way past whatever spell she was casting. She lifted her chin another inch, looking down her nose at him. He tumbled backwards, going ass over tits into the street. You snorted, feeling when her attention shifted to you.

He climbed to his feet, eyes wild. He only took one step before she flicked her hand, sending him flying backwards again. Your lips curled up in a smile, turning your gaze back on Cordelia. You could admire her for hours. Watching her beat down someone lower than dirt was doing something to you that you recognised. Your thighs clenched under your skirt.

“Say that again,” she commanded, voice loud to reach him across the street, “I am still your Supreme. Do not forget your place.”

You didn’t bother watching him, keeping your focus completely on the woman staring down at him. When his footsteps retreated, Cordelia turned, sweeping back into your home. The three of you followed her, the door closing silently behind you.

“You’re letting him go?” Zoe asked.

“He won’t cause us more trouble. He knows he picked a fight he can’t win,” she replied, but her voice was still tight.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching your eye. You relaxed, following her up the stairs in silence, leaving the other two behind. She held the door open to your shared room, waiting for you to cross the threshold. A wave of her hand lit the candles around the room, bathing it in a warm glow. Turning to you, there was still tension in her body.

“Fuck him,” you said, “he’s nothing but a bitter small man who’s jealous of your power.”

Her eyes swept over you. One step, then another, hips swaying, skirt fluttering around her ankles, power oozed from her. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, watching her, feeling yourself become breathless. Her eyes were full of fire and you shivered.

“He forgot who he was talking to,” she said, voice still tight.

“He did,” you agreed.

“He won’t again,” she said.

Her hand came up, curling around your throat, her other landing on your hip. You stared up at her, complete trust in her. Her fingers tightened for a moment before her hand slid, cupping the back of your neck.

“I am the most powerful witch in the world,” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

She dragged you a step forwards. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging until your neck was bared to her. Her breath ghosted over your skin before her tongue dragged from your pulse point to the soft skin behind your jaw. Her lips pressed there, making you gasp, the hand in your hair guiding your head to give her better access. Her other hand slid around, pressing into your lower back, arching you towards her. She hummed against your skin, teeth scraping along before her lips trailed down again, sucking harshly at your pulse point.

Her name tumbled from your lips, a breathy moan. Her teeth sunk in, fingers tightening in your hair, keeping your throat bared to her. You whimpered, pleasure shooting between your legs. Tongue soothing over the bruise left on your skin, you trembled in her arms, knees turning weak.

She shoved you back, eyes sweeping over you again. The fire was still there, burning deep within her. Her hands on your body burned you, forcing you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fell. Her hands caged you in, landing either side of your head as she lent down, settling between your legs.

Her kiss wasn’t soft. It was brutal, deep, harsh, her teeth tugging on your lip before her tongue swept in. Your hands grasped at her waist, wanting to feel her weight on you, body pressed against yours. She only kissed you harder, still hovering above, not letting you have more than she was willing to give.

Her hands grasped your shirt, pulling it from your body. Fingers trailed over your new bared skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. From under hooded eyes, she watch as your back arched towards her, begging for her touch. A small smile pulled up the corner of her mouth before she lent forward, soft blonde hair trailing over your skin, ticking you and her hands curled around your ribs.

Her lips pressed to your skin, trailing down until they came up against your bra. She was lighting quick, pulling it off you with practiced ease. Hands slip up, cupping both breasts. You were still tugging on her, growing weaker as she played with your body, desire coursing through your veins.

Her thumb brushed over your nipple, a strangled moan coming from you. She did it again, cocking her head to one side as if considering your reaction. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, she tugged on it. Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers digging in clenching around her soft flesh as her name fell like a prayer from your lips.

The brush of her tongue over the other had you arching up, breath catching. Your fingers slid up, burying themselves in her hair. Her teeth were gentle when they bit down but that didn’t stop your gasp or the groan that tumbled from you. She hummed, feeling the vibrations right down to the apex of your thighs.

“Delia,” you sighed.

Her free hand was hooking under your thigh, lifting it over her hip, hand skimming up your skin, pushing your skirt up. Her lips were sucking at one hardened nipple, the other being rolled between thumb and forefinger. You tightened your hold on her hair, spine bowing off the bed in your need for her.

With the wave of her hand, a frustrated growl in the back her throat, you were left bare. Her fingers swiped through your folds. Your hips bucked up as she ghosted over your clit before she lent back. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip, watching you as one hand played with your tit, the other between your legs, stroking in a way that heated your skin and had you whining.

“Could a woman with less power make you feel this way?” she asked, her eyes darkened with lust, focusing on your body.

“No,” you hissed, “never.”

“Look at how much power I have over you, how I own your pleasure,” she said, finger slowly beginning to circle your clit. Your hips jumped up, trying to get more from her. She only tutted, pulling her hand from you, “none of that now.”

She lifted you further on the bed before with a flick of her hands her magic had bound your arms above your head, legs spread, baring you completely to her. She stared down at you, considering you, slow to reach your eyes. You knew your eyes were blown wide, trying to clench your legs together again to find friction, but unable.

Kneeling between your legs, her finger returned to your clit, brushing over it. You whined, wanting to touch her, to beg her, to do anything but lie there and take it. Your desperation was growing.

“Spread out and at my mercy,” she murmured more to herself than you, “all due to my power. As if he could have this.”

She lent forward, tongue running through your folds before taking on the job of circling your clit. Heat was licking at you, like flames climbing your body. The way she sucked had your eyes rolling back, a plea on your lips, urging her on. A finger pressed to your entrance, hovering there, as if waiting for something.

“Delia,” you whined, “please.”

It pressed in, your head falling back. She kept her place slow, never quite giving you enough. You whimpered again, trying to lift your hips, but you were pinned down. Her lips gave a harsh suck, a curse falling from your lips. You felt electrified, desperation building, and yet she gave so little.

Her thumb replaced her lips, pressing down on your clit as she slipped another finger into you. You opened your eyes, watching her watch you from under hooded eyes. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, a flush on her cheeks, eyes smouldering. Her eyes met yours again, letting her lip go as she smiled. Her fingers curled inside you as she did and never before had you described her as wicked, but now you would. The self satisfied look on her face was worth whatever noise you’d made.

She was increasing her pace, a third finger being added stretching you deliciously. Her thumb was grinding against your clit and you could see your peak cresting. She was still watching you, not saying anything, not touching you beyond the hand between your legs. To be so on display for her should have been embarrassing but all you could focus on was the pleasure spreading through your body.

“Oh god,” you groaned, so close, not caring about anything but your approaching orgasm.

Her fingers were slamming into you now, setting a brutal pace. Her teasing was done, those eyes watching her fingers entering you, the slick sounds the only noise other than your moaning. If you’d taken the time to look, you would have seen how her eyes had blown wide, breathing growing erratic, just as yours was.

“Who controls when you cum?” she asked, dragging her eyes back up to yours.

“You do,” you moaned.

“And who am I?” Her thumb was grinding down hard against your clit, fingers curling, slamming into you over and over again.

“The Supreme,” you cried out.

“Cum for me then, my good girl.”

You shattered around her, body straining as it tensed. You thought you might have screamed. Darkness threatened on the edges of your vision. Her dark eyes were watching you, the only thing keeping you there with her, refusing to give in. Pleasure was zinging through your veins, internal muscles clamped down on her fingers.

As you came down she pulled her fingers from you, tongue licking along her palm as your arousal dripped down her skin. She hummed, sucking on her fingers, watching you. Your breathing was evening out, but watching her set the heat within you simmering again.

“So sweet,” she hummed.

You weren’t expecting her to dive down, tongue dragging through your folds again. Your hips bucked up, still so sensitive. She moaned, tongue delving into you. Your fingers clenched around nothing as she lapped at you, straining against her magic binding you. You wanted to touch her, to tangle your fingers in her blonde hair. You looked down, finding her dark eyes already watching you from between your legs.

Her tongue thrust into you, nose nudging your clit. It was slow, the way the wave was building in you again. She took her time until you were vibrating under her, needy please once again falling from your lips. No matter what you said, she stayed at the same speed, tortuously slow until pleasure melting through your veins.

Her name, a gasp, was the only warning she got before your internal muscles were clenching. Her tongue cleaned you up, continually brushing over your clit, making you twitch, her name a moan as you tried to catch your breath.

Her lips trailed up your body until she was kissing you again, the taste of you still on her tongue. You didn’t notice when her magic released you, so involved in the feeling of her tongue stroking along yours. It was unconscious, your arms coming around her, pulling her down against your body, legs lifting until they were wrapped around her waist. She hummed into the kiss, hands brushing over your skin.

“My darling,” she murmured into your mouth.

She rolled the two of you until she was on her back, you hovering over the top of her. Her fingers were pushing your hair back, kiss softening until she drew back, eyes sweeping over your body, no longer heated, but checking you over. You stared down at her, wondering what she was seeing. Her thumb brushed over your pulse point, a dull ache throbbing.

“Delia?”you asked when she didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she said, “I’ve left a bruise on you.”

“That’s okay,” you said, “it’s kinda hot.”

“I could heal it,” she said.

You shook your head, liking the thought of having her mark on your skin. You lent down, kissing her long enough to dismiss the idea from her head. She softened, letting her fingers trail down your side before hands rested on your thighs.

“I should have asked before…” she said, eyes finding the hickey on your neck again, “I’m sorry. That man just…”

“It’s okay,” you said, “I understand. He was an asshole.”

“He was,” she said, still avoiding your eye.

“Delia,” you said, softening your voice. She looked to you, fingers tightening on your thighs, “you’re the most powerful witch in the world. We all know it. You’re the Supreme. And I’ll call you that every day if you want me to.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she said but there was a flush on her cheeks.

“Whatever you say, my Supreme,” you said, leaning down to kiss her again. She whimpered against your lips, fingers tightening, “but just know I’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

She smiled into the next kiss.

[oh-mydarling]

GIRLS' NIGHT

a drunken reader returns home to her lovers

pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word count: 2.2K

warnings: alcohol, vomiting (not explicitly mentioned)

It was a Friday night at the coven and like always, that meant that you witches dispersed across the city. Some of the younger girls headed home for the weekend with their families and the older ones typically hung around, out drinking and clubbing every weekend. 

You weren’t either, really. You didn’t have much of a family to go home to; the coven was your family as far as you were concerned. And as for the drinking, you weren’t a massive fan. Your ideal weekend was spent with your two loves in the quiet of the New Orleans mansion, reading and napping the stressful week away. 

The three of you did have an agreement that while you all wanted nothing more than to spend every waking moment together, it was good to have space and do things separately. After all, it made it all the more rewarding when you came back to each other after a day apart and got to relish in each others’ presence. 

So, on this occasion, you were getting ready to head out with Madison and Zoe. You were perched at the vanity, adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Billie lay sprawled on the bed, watching you intently in the mirror. She was still dressed from work, letting you have the bathroom before she showered and changed for the evening, but her feet were up in the air with her little pink slippers on, softening her appearance.

Delia was elsewhere in the coven, pottering around and preparing to close down for the night. There were a few young witches whose weekend plans had fallen through, and she had organised a movie night for them which she would be attending; right now, she was pouring popcorn into bowls and arranging snack platters for the girls. She felt awful that their weekends hadn’t gone to plan, and so she was eager to make them happy. 

“You look perfect, angel” Billie drawled out, coming up behind you to give you a kiss on the cheek, “I wish I was coming so I could look at you across the bar,” she smirked, winking at you in the mirror. You laughed, blushing at her affection, “I wish you were coming too, Bill.” 

“You’re gonna have a lovely time, baby, I’m excited for you!” 

You laughed, “Not as lovely as you! A cute movie night with the little ones,” you teased, getting up from your chair to meet the other girls downstairs. 

“Oh ha ha,” she laughed sarcastically, following you down the stairs into the kitchen to say bye to Delia. 

Your supreme looked up from where she was working in the kitchen, giving you a soft smile and holding out an arm to bring you in, “you look beautiful sweetheart,” she smiled, kissing your temple, “thank you Delia!” You smiled, excited to go out after their compliments raised your ego. 

“Look at our girl, do a twirl y/n!” Billie said, clapping her hands excitedly as you twirled for them, laughing lightly at their silliness. 

“Now I have to go, they’re waiting for me!” You laughed, trying to escape them after they had captured you in their arms, covering you with kisses. 

Your heels clicked down the hallway, running towards the girls as they waited for you by the door, Madison rolling her eyes at the three of you. 

“Let’s go, y/n!” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

You arrived at the bar and sat down at a corner table, sending a quick text to your girlfriends to let them know you arrived. Madison had gone to the bar to get you a drink, and you already regretted allowing her to choose your beverage, knowing she would likely be getting you whatever she thought would get you drunk the fastest. 

Zoe was at the bar with her, ordering herself what you predicted to be a vodka coke, her usual drink of choice. 

When they both returned, you got straight into the gossip, Madison giving you the gory details of her latest endeavours with her co-stars and Zoe gushing about Kyle. They always gave you the opportunity to chat about your relationship, but for some reason you never really wanted to. It felt weird to discuss the intimate details of your love life with the other witches, knowing you would be exposing their supreme, although she would’t have minded, of course. 

You hadn’t really been keeping an eye on your drink; once you had had a few, you became so engrossed in conversation and telling your friends how much you loved them that you didn’t quite realise how often Madi made a trip to the bar to refill your drink. You didn’t even question it when when she mixed up the choice, preferring to mix alcohols instead of keeping you to one. 

Some would perhaps call it a friendly sabotage, but you knew she just wanted you to let loose for one. And let loose you did. After getting kicked out of the bar for refusing to stop dancing on the table, the other girls had finally admitted defeat and decided they had better walk you home.

Back at the coven, none of the witches had really heard your approach, all too engrossed in the movie they were watching, although Billie would definitely deny that later. 

They didn’t hear you stumble into the gates, trying and failing to push them open, nor did they hear you laughing your way up the front steps and struggling with your key in the lock while Madison rolled her eyes. 

They did, however, hear you run into the lounge where the movie was playing, flicking on the lights and gaining the attention of every witch in the room. 

Their heads whipped round at you stood in the doorway with a goofy smile, Cordelia frowning at you confusedly while Billie smirked. 

“Hello everybody,” you grinned, “I love you all!” You shouted, making Billie snort.

The younger girls giggled, looking nervously at each other; this wasn’t what they had predicted for movie night, that was for sure. 

Cordelia hopped up from her seat snuggled with the girls, ushering you out of the room while everyone burst into a fit of giggles, ‘okay, lets go and get you some water,” she mumbled, shooting a glare at Zoe and Madison. 

Billie followed shortly after, switching the light back off to continue the movie while she wandered into the kitchen where you now were. 

You had climbed up onto a chair of the kitchen table, arms in the air and swaying slightly while singing very badly. Poor Cordelia was fretting, holding onto the bottom of your skirt to keep you stable and trying to coax you down from the chair, while simultaneously scolding Zoe and Madison for being so irresponsible with you. 

Bille sauntered in and leant against the doorway with her arms crossed, smirking at you. When you caught sight of her, you shrieked, pointing towards her, “my billie! There’s my silly billie!” You laughed hysterically, making her chuckle while Cordelia sighed, having now let you go so she could rub her temples in stress. 

Billie came towards you, certain she would have more success than Cordelia in getting you down from the chair because she was laughing along with you, “well hello baby,” she laughed, “it looks like you had a nice time!” 

She had her hands on your waist, looking up at you with the sweetest smile. 

You were laughing, head thrown back and glowing under the light of the kitchen, and Bille swore her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t often you let yourself relax this much, and not only was it hilarious, but it warmed her through to know that you were enjoying yourself and felt safe enough to let your hair down. 

“Billie, get her down,” Cordelia mumbled from where she stood against the kitchen counter, watching nervously in case you slipped. 

“It’s okay Delia,” the medium smiled over at her, offering reassurance that she had you, you wouldn’t fall. 

Zoe and Madison had skulked out of the kitchen, not wanting to be blamed for your silly behaviour, and so just the three of you remained in the kitchen now while the other witches supervised the remainders of movie night with the youngest girls. 

“Baby, why don’t you come down and we can go to bed?” Cordelia asked, approaching you and holding out a hand next to Billie, which you quickly accepted, mistaking her tone for flirting, “ooh bed time, don’t mind if I do,” you leapt down and wiggled your eyebrows, causing Billie to snort once again, absolutely loving this side of you. 

You pressed your lips sloppily against the supreme’s mouth, and she entertained you, despite the taste of alcohol that coated your tongue. 

Billie cleared her throat next to you, “I hope you’re not forgetting me, babydoll,” she winked, causing you to pull away from Cordelia and plant your lips on hers next, giggling into the kiss. 

You stopped suddenly, growing serious as you stared between them both, “I want fries.” You stated, not wavering in the slightest. 

Cordelia laughed lightly, heading to the freezer to take them out and put them in the oven, “coming right up!” 

“Thanks mommy!” You grinned cheekily, plopping yourself down on the kitchen chair you were once stood on. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cordelia mumbled, while Billie lost her shit, cackling in a way you hadn’t heard for quite some time, which then had you doubled over laughing at her. 

“What am I gonna do with you!” Delia laughed, coming over to sit next to you. 

After lots of giggles and lots of nonsense from you, your fries were finally ready and Billie plated them up for you, handing them over with a wry smile. 

You decided to skip the table and walked off down the hallway with your plate, leaving both women stood confusedly in your wake, frozen in stupor given the events of the evening. 

You had been craving this since you had arrived at the bar; in fact, the drunk food was half the reason you decided to go in the first place, and you just couldn’t wait to take a bite. What you hadn’t considered, though, was the temperature of the food straight out of the oven, and you promptly yelped upon munching a fry and dropped the plate in shock. 

The two blondes looked at each other, confused, before silently agreeing to venture out and find the source of the clatter. The sight that they found was definitely not one they anticipated; you were sat on the floor in a heap, plate of fries in front of you, crying silently. When you saw the two women approach, you started wailing, “my fries! My fries!” 

Billie was laughing, which made you even more emotional in your drunken state, so Cordelia shot her a glare and sat down next to you, “no baby, don’t worry! They’re okay, see? They’re still on the plate! You can still eat them!” 

And with that permission, you didn’t even wait to pick the plate up, instead dining on the fries that now sat on the floor and laughing to yourself at how funny it all was. 

Suddenly you stopped munching. Mouth freezing while still half full of food, and you looked up at Cordelia worried. She knew instantly what was about to happen and she dragged you up to stand, “ooookay, let’s go to the bathroom, let’s go!” 

She escorted you hurriedly up the stairs and into the ensuite where you prompted to empty your stomach of your floor fries. Cordelia held your hair back and rubbed circles on your back while Billie was still downstairs, prepping to deal with the inevitable hangover that awaited you. 

She filled a jug of water, grabbed a salty snack for your morning cravings, and gathered up all the painkillers she could find; Cordelia would know which ones were best for you. 

When she entered the bedroom, she could hear you and your girlfriend talking quietly,  and after setting the items down she followed the sound into the bathroom, where she found you laying on the tile floor complaining to Delia about how you would never go out again. 

“Poor baby,” Billie cooed, sitting down on the floor so she could stroke your hair. Delia was perched on the side of the bath, watching you carefully in case you needed to throw up again. 

When you did muster up enough energy to move, they helped steady you as you walked out of the bathroom towards your bed, where you sat up against the pillows watching them move around the room, preparing themselves for an evening of sleep. 

Cordelia wore silk pyjamas, applying moisturiser in the vanity and brushing her hair. Billie was gathering up her clothes, putting her heels back in the wardrobe, and brushing her teeth at the same time. 

You sat silently, watching them both and incredibly grateful that they were the people you got to come home to. 

Eventually, they made their way into bed with you, nestling you between them so they could keep an eye on you overnight. Cordelia handed you water she had poured from the jug and Billie stroke your hair, coaxing you to sleep; she knew you were always wired when you came home drunk, but she also knew how grateful you would be for a good night of sleep. 

The next morning, the sun cracked through the window in the gap Cordelia had left in the curtains, and it felt to you as though it had penetrated your skull. Your head was pounding and the room was spinning, but at least you had your two loves to hold you still. 

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[sawyerconfort]

the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

[dreamypqulson]

— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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