#witch x reader

[bunnis-monsters]

Sweet pup

Male!Yandere Witch x Fem!Puppy hybrid Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober

Oct 11th

Oct10

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summary: when you go into heat, your owner is determined to keep up with you this time.

warning: yandere behavior, you’re in heat, a bit of teasing, aphrodisiacs, breeding, cock becomes a knot

A/N: sorry for the late entry,, I passed out while working on this last night and lost all of my progress because I didn’t save,, thankfully this was already short so I just finished it up, but it was still demotivating :(

You let out a pitiful whine as your witch owner ignored you, instead paying attention to his potions and spells.

You could feel yourself going into heat, and wanted him to help you… maybe he could whip up some potion to make it all go away!

“Mmph…”

You pouted, nuzzling into his neck from behind and sniffing at his scent as your puppy tail wagged. He stopped for a moment to scratch between your ears, thinking that’s all you wanted.

But when you began to pant and your hips rutted against the back of his chair, he began to understand what was going on.

“Feeling… warm, little one?”

A whine escaped your throat, and you let out a happy sigh when he lifted you up and settled you into his lap.

“Yes…”

When you attempted to hump his leg to ease the ache in your cunt, he squeezed your thigh. “Tsk, tsk… is that how we behave, pup?”

Your ears flattened against your head in shame, and you looked away from his intense green eyes. “… no…”

He smiled, moving his fingers down your chubby belly and into the soft lacy panties he bought for you.

“So wet already… such a needy pup, aren’t you?”

You whined, pawing at his chest with your shaky hands as he reached over. Barely able to think, you stared as your owner popped the cork of a pink potion, downing it within seconds.

Before you could ask what it was, you were being pinned to his desk, your pussy having to stretch around his cock to fit him in.

“F-fuck, that’s my good girl, so tight…”

Your tail wagged, and you tried your best to lift up your plump ass, trying to display it for him. It was cute, you really acted like a puppy in heat.

“W-what was in that potion?” you babbled out as he rammed his cock against your cervix. He held onto your tail for leverage, continuing to slam into you.

“An aphrodisiac… and a surprise for later…”

Before, your owner had never been able to keep up with your heats. It left him feeling inadequate, paranoid that you’d go looking for a real mate to satisfy your needs.

You were his, HIS mate, his little pup. The very thought of someone else even looking at you made his chest heavy with jealousy.

But being the smart witch he was, he brewed up a potion that increased his stamina…

And as he came inside of you, you yelped, feeling his knot swell up in your fat cunt.

There was the surprise.

“Good pup… gonna give you a litter, I promise…”

He kissed your neck, nuzzling softly against you as his sweet pup panted beneath him.

“You’re mine…” he cooed against your ear, his hand rubbing at the bulge in your belly. “No one can lay a hand on you but me, understand?”

But you were already fast asleep, suckling on his finger to comfort yourself. He let out a sigh, picking you up once his knot went down and carrying you to bed.

“Sweet thing… I’ll never let you go, you know that?”

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[caramelloss]

"you are my witch"

lilia calderu x reader • pure smut • 3.2k w/c

summary: you've been friends with lilia calderu for years. drunken from the poison of wine, you confess your love for the woman. although reluctant to admit her feelings, because she harbors a secret you don't know, you learn that lilia feels the same way. years of yearning come to an end, and you find yourself falling into your desires, unable to control what has been kept away for so long.

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author's note: so first i'd like to just THANK all of you for blowing up my post asking for who'd like to be tagged, because the taglist isn't even done, i can't fit them all in the blog. also, i tagged you if you liked or reblogged the tag ask post, because i bolded i would tag those who liked or reblogged. second; i'm sorry this isn't a longer fic. it was originally planned to be, but i don't want to use my idea i came up with in a one chapter fic, i'd like it to be used in a longer more meaningful one. i really hope you enjoy this. if you have any positive, negative, or general feedback, please let me know! i want to become the best author i can be for you guys. also, i'd love to receive any asks for fanfiction or one shots! i'm currently focused on my big multi character x reader fic, but im 100% open to and willing to write for your requests.

content includes: fingering, oral stimulation, biting, praise, hair pulling, pet name usage

you noticed the difference in her eyes like it was bolded in bright red ink. her smile fell, like an angel to descend from heaven. 'this is it' you thought, 'she’ll hate me.' you turned away in shame, your heart dropped. words flooded out, stupid, careless words. "i love you, lilia." 

you couldn't bear to look, you feared the disagreement would show on her face. your body tenses, and you scrunch the bridge of your nose with your fingers. you expect her to tell you to get out, or leave.. but you hear nothing. 

but you feel, oh, you feel. 

you feel her behind you, closer than when you had muttered those stupid, damning words. her fingers gently traced your neck, and you closed your eyes, the yearning in your soul up to its brink of expression. each breath you take is shaky, is heavy. you tilt your head aside, desperate to feel her warmth on your skin forever. 

you open your eyes when you feel her breath on your neck. she must've noticed your body's reaction, because she paused, and remained still. lilia traces her fingers down your body, to your hips. she stops here, her lips close to your ears, as her body presses into your back. 

you lean into her, your head slightly leaning back, at the pure and utter pleasure you feel being so close to her. her lips part, and with such composure, yet so little solidity, she delivers a line that would come to send shivers down your spine. "i have loved you since i saw you the first time, long ago. i am consumed and rattled by you at every waking second.." her hands pull you in, and you hum at the gesture. your eyes are closed, not because you hate this, or don't want to be there, but because the way you long for her in this moment now is too painful for you to bear. a lump forms in your throat when you feel her wet cheek graze your neck. she was in tears, and you needed to console her; but how? how should you console her now? you did not have much time to think. her lips, warm, soft, and gentle, were on your neck. the kiss she blessed your skin with felt like one that existed prior to the world, and forever past the present. it was torture, it was devastation, when she pulled away. it hurt, it was brutal.. so brutal, your lips parted, and you gasped quietly. your hand reached back for her head, and you enveloped your fingers in the curly, silver locks of her hair. you held her head close to yours, as her thumbs rubbed gently upon your hips. her voice broke as she completed her confession, and your heart broke with it; you'd do anything to protect her, to keep her from harm. "i'm a witch, y/n.. how could you ever love a witch?" 

your eyes opened, and you stopped breathing, for just a moment. you were sure you'd heard wrong. with a furrowed brow, and a worrisome expression, you broke away from her touch, from her hold. you turned to her, and your head tilted to the side, as tears began to form in your waterline. the sight of her, so weak, so doubtful of herself, so ashamed.. your heart shattered like a broken mirror. 

her face was lined with streaks of wet. she had cried for this, she suffered for it. she couldn't even look at you, her eyes were avert. 

your hands raced to cup her cheeks, and you gently wipe away her tears. her lips part, in astonishment, followed by her eyes meeting your gaze. finally, you saw those beautiful eyes again. your heart skipped a thousand beats at the sight of those irises. you smile, and your face softens. "lilia.." you whisper, your forehead pressed against hers now, "i've loved you since the sun rose opposite the moon. i've chased you in all of my wildest dreams. i've loved you in every moment and i would not stop because of what you are or are not." at your notation, her lips fold into a smile. she grabs your wrists softly, holding them. once more you spoke, "you are my witch, my little piece of divinity. you are mine, and my heart is yours." you watch as her eyes move from your eyes to your lips, and you wish for nothing but her to kiss you. 

after all these years, of being her "friend", you have never wanted anything more than for her to kiss you. it's like an insatiable hunger you cannot destroy. 

lilia bites her lip, and she grabs your chin with her pointer finger and her thumb. you start to breath heavy, and your heart begins to race. she brings your face to hers, so close that your lips graze against one another’s. you ache for her, you long for her. you need to taste her, to merge your body, your soul, your heart, with hers. you need her to kiss you. 

and she does. her lips mesh with yours in perfect harmony, like the melody of heaven’s sea. your mind is adrift, clouded. you cannot form a thought, you do not desire to form a thought. her unaccompanied hand caresses the small of your back, and you pull her closer with the hands you hold on her face. 

she slips her tongue along your bottom lip, and you moan softly into the kiss. her grip on your chin releases, and she holds your jaw instead. she guides you through the long, heart-felt kisses. her lips control your body, your mind. 

warmth builds between your thighs, and your head is still covered by nothing but a blanket of emptiness. lilia is the first to pull away, her lack of oxygen in her lungs being the culprit. you curse the living necessity of air. 

you yourself breathe heavy, panting almost. lilia’s lipstick is smudged, and you smirk at the notion that you've just kissed this marvel of a woman. she notices your cocky smile, and a single eyebrow lifts. she now wore a smirk herself. 

“you're looking at me like you've just seen me naked, y/n.” you chuckle when she says this. “while i wouldn't be opposed to that, i'm just a little satisfied with the fact that in the midst of kissing me, you forgot about your lipstick.”  

her smirk faded and her lips parted again, she pop looked offended, but you could tell it was just her beautiful sense of sarcasm. 

“fix it for me?” she asked this with a lower tone and a wink, and you felt your core throb at the sound of her voice. she wanted you to kiss her again. 

you ran your tongue across your bottom lip, and you couldn't help your smile. her hands guided your face close, and you pushed a curl behind her ear. she grew desperate, unable to wait. her lips caught yours, and you shut your eyes at the contact. in your head you pictured her eyes, beautiful and brown, like the rock embedded and shaded on the side of a mountain. your grip on her hair tightened as she pushed you back softly, making sure not to break the kiss. her lips were soft, so soft it felt like the comfort a pillow brings in the hour of sleep. you moan as your lower back makes contact with her counter, and your head leans back, which breaks the embrace. 

the wetness between your thighs grows, and you figure your underwear must be utterly ruined. lilia's fingers stroked your hair, and she shook her head slightly, a whisper following shortly. "let me taste you.. every inch of you.." you bite your lip, and hold her gaze, nodding hesitantly; even though you don't feel hesitant on your answer at all. her smirk returns, and her hands descend, down from your hair to your neck. she drags them further down, past your shoulders. she stops at where the unbuttoned cardigan opens, pushing the material off of your arms and body. her warmth intoxicates you when her skin brushes against yours. she plants hot kisses on your upper arms, which are exposed because of the camisole top you wore. 

her hands found the straps to your shirt, and she pulled them down slowly, kissing the empty place they used to cover. you tense, and your eyes shut as your lips purse together while you try to conceal the soft hum of pleasure you make.

lilia's fingers pull away the top, leaving you completely naked and exposed from your waist up. she smiles at the sight, her hands cupping your breasts. you feel the slick between your legs, it seems the inner part of your thighs had gotten soaked by extension.

her thumbs grazed over your nipples, and the sensation was enough to drive you wild. you pulled her head into the curve of your neck, your lips parted as soft moans escaped. she chuckles and her lips start to kiss your neck. 

your knees go weak, simply from the ecstasy her lips brings you. her thumbs lose the feel of your sensitive buds, and she begins to creep down your throat. she leaves sloppy kisses down your collarbone, and down to your nipples. her eyes close as she takes one into her mouth, suckling on the sweet spot. your eyes fall back, and you inhale, biting down onto your lip to stop yourself from being loud. her fingers play with your lone nipple, and you feel as though you will not be able to take much more of this before becoming pathetic for her. 

the witch releases your areola from her mouth and takes in the other, her tongue lapping around the bundle of nerves. her hands trace the curves of your body. they pause when she's reached your hips, and she digs her nails into your skin. the pain blends with the pleasure beautifully, and it's as if they are interchangeable. 

you breathe heavily, your stomach twitching when she starts to drag her lips down your stomach. your pussy was so wet that she could smell the scent of arousal from your waistline. her fingers pulled up the black skirt you wore, and it revealed your soaked nude panties. she chuckled, looking up at you with eyes that were darkened and overwhelmed with lust. she bit her lip and furrowed her brow, which made you roll your eyes. 

“you're so wet, darling. i could just devour you.” you gently pull her hair, forcing her head back a little. she smirks, and you pout. “please, i need you” you say, pleading for her tongue, for her fingers, for her to be the one to shape you into a mess of a woman. 

she winks, bringing her mouth to your inner thigh. she leaves kisses along your skin, and it seems as though she’s teasing you. her eyes stay locked onto yours with each touch of her lips, she wants to see your face as she tortures you.

your hands release her hair, and grab onto the counter behind you, your nails scratch the surface with each new touch. her eyes look so dark, and it turns you on even more. 

but your view of them is gone as she bites into your other thigh. her teeth are sharp, and your jaw drops, you whimper. her teeth release, and she kisses the bite mark. you open your eyes to see it, to see the mark she had left. it was dark red, and your expression changed, you felt your core throb uncontrollably, and you grabbed her head by her hair, guiding her to your cunt. your eyes pleaded with her. 

lilia opened her mouth and licked the wet slick on your panties, all while looking you dead in the eyes. the touch was faint, but it was all your body needed to jerk up. it was so cruel, the way she left you needy and desperate for her. you couldn't think beyond her tongue on your clit, or her fingers buried in your warm folds. 

she bit the material of your under garment, pulling it slowly down your legs. her eyes were stolen away by the sight of you completely naked and in front of her, soaked, ruined. you were such a slut for her. you wonder if she would tease you about how soiled you got for her later down the line. 

the witch sighed, and her lips kissed the very inside of your thighs, right beside where you writhed for her. you thought you might faint. 

using your hand, you rubbed her cheek, shaking your head at the sight of her, down on her knees, ready to please you.  

she turned her face, kissing your gentle fingers. you smiled, and you took a deep breath as she brought her face as close as possible to your core. her eyes were focused on your face, you could tell she wanted to watch your face as she ate you out. so typical of her. 

her face buried between your legs, her tongue circling your clit. your hands shot behind you to the counter once more, desperate to hold yourself up. your eyes closed, and your back arched. the moan that echoed through the room was inevitable. she took her time, finding the nerves that were more sensitive and paying more attention to them. you thought she must've found you stupid to be so wet and needy for her. 

her tongue sped up, and she took your clit into her mouth, suckling the bud. you couldn't control the way your hips bucked, or the way your knees fell wobbly and weak. her hands grabbed your hips to stabilize her, and she pulled her mouth away in a flash. 

you were worrisome, you thought maybe you'd messed up, or maybe she'd realized she didn't want you like this. it was almost heartbreaking to feel her pull away. 

she had never stopped looking at you, though. you of course couldn't tell because your eyes had closed before out of the extremity of what you were feeling. 

she looked serious, determined, but her eyes were still as dark as before. you blush at the sight of her face covered in your taste, your slick. her mouth opened, and you heard every word with such a heavy impact. “do not close your eyes again. i want to see your eyes, your face, at every moment. do you understand?”

your heart starts to race again, there was just something so inexplicable about the way her words made you feel. you nod your head, scared that if you spoke your words would be jumbled. she didn't accept it though, her voice changed, from demanding to mischievous. “you understand..? what do you understand, dear? how does it make you feel..? tell me how i make you feel.” 

you bite your lip, looking up at the ceiling. maybe you were throwing up a prayer that you wouldn't mess up, or maybe you were just trying to prepare yourself for what she wanted from you. her right hand slipped from your hip, and you didn't notice, so fixated on her request. you went to start speaking, but as you did, you felt her fingers inside of you. 

your head leaned back, and you closed your eyes. a hushed “fuck!”, was followed by a loud humming. she smirked, “what did i say about closing your eyes, baby?” 

you forced them open, forced them to lock their gaze down onto her own. you wanted to make her happy. you needed to please her just as badly as you needed her to make you cum. 

“i'm sorry, darling—” as you began again, her fingers started to pump inside of your pussy, and your mouth lay agape. she didn't stop, even as you took a moment to continue, and you took a deep breath. 

“you want me to look— oh, fuck.. god.” it was like she went faster with each word you spoke. you took note of her devilish grin, thinking that you'd someday get your revenge. “you want me to look at you, you want to see me when— shit!” your body flinches as she curls her digits inside you, her speed still gradually increasing. “come on, princess, you're doing so good” she whispered this against your clit, right before sucking it into her mouth again. 

you bit your lip and your hands pulled her by the hair, just giving you something to hold onto. “when i cum for you, when i'm just a puddle for you.. you want to see me when i take your fingers!” 

the words came out shaky, spaced between your moans and whimpers. her fingers started to go as fast as they could, and lilia lapped her tongue around your wet clit, stimulating every single part of your cunt. she was still looking at you. you held her gaze as you started to tremble, your body shaking as it came to the brink of an orgasm. 

you finished your thought, giving her what she asked of you. “it makes me feel like abandoning everything for you, to have you like this, every second, every moment.”

her eyes closed, and you watched her remain between your thighs. your body hit a climax, and your hips bucked up, your back arching. you yelled for her, her name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you bit your lip to muffle any further sounds as she fucked you through your orgasm. 

when you had came, your white fluid casing over her fingers, she pulled her mouth away from your clitoris. 

you, with your head still fuzzy, had managed to pull her back up to you by her hair. her lips were so wet because of you. you immediately pull her in to kiss you, tasting yourself on her tongue and lips. she pulled away, breaking the contact. her teeth captured your bottom lip and you sighed when she pulled it back. 

lilia’s lips started kissing your neck, and she brought them to your ear, whispering hushedly, “clean your pretty little mess, my love.” 

you whimper, and you open your lips, as she slips her two cum-covered fingers inside of your mouth. you suck off your fluid, and the growing wetness between your legs returns.

the older witch laughs, kissing your neck again. her lips find yours once more, and she kisses you like there is no other action in this world. her tongue invades your mouth, as she tastes the sweetness that remains. 

[fandomnerd9602]

Rio and Y/N land in a desolate forest…

Y/N: not my finest hour with a teleportation spell

Rio: oh babe you have no idea how hot you look right now

Y/N: you should see how hot you look

Rio lays on the forest floor, raising a bare leg…

Rio: no one around for miles (winks)

Y/N: here? now?

Rio; (purrs) why not?

Y/N rolls their eyes and takes to kissing her with a fiery passion as they roll on the bare ground under the pale moonlight…

For @iiconicsfan25

[erisv7]

— Not so Yandere

PROLOGUE || Yandere Wizard x Reader

"Why are you freeing me?" You asked, your voice trembling as you faced the boy who had always stayed in the shadows, watching you.

“Aren’t you just like the rest?”

“No.” he said firmly.

He smiled faintly, sadness flickering in his eyes. "I'm freeing you, because I love you."

His response came instantly. His tone steady yet soft. "Because I could never bear to see you suffer. I would rather endure the pain of losing you. Than force you to stay by my side. Love doesn’t bind, it sets you free."

Your breath caught got in your throat as you continued speaking. "Then why? Why not keep me like the others? Like a caged dove?"

Tears slipped down in his cheeks as his words reached you. You wanted to speak, but he gently held out his hand, stopping you.

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"If returning to your world is what will make you happy, then I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. You were never a caged dove to me. You were always meant to fly."

In this world, everyone was obsessed with you. They were desperate to claim you, to make you theirs. You had been reincarnated into a twisted game, trapped by its cruel rules and the suffocating love of the love interests. But the boy before you, the second male lead, was different.

He helped you escape, even when he knew the cost.

The only way back to your world was through death. As he held the dagger that would take your life to break the curse.

When he cornered you, the dagger gleaming in his hand. His voice was laced with anguish. "If I do this… if I let you go..—"

He hesitated, his expression torn between rage and sorrow. But then he whispered, almost inaudibly, "—Can I love you in your first life too?"

With a trembling hand, he plunged the dagger into your chest, and everything went dark.

He didn't wait for an answer, as tears fell in his cheeks as he point the dagger to you. "I’ll be waiting."

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You woke up in your old world. The weight of the game lifted. Life returned to normal, but a piece of your heart remained in that other world.

One rainy afternoon, as you stood under a bus stop. The sound of rain filling the silence, you stared at the ground, lost in thought.

Drops dripped down your hair as the rain began to seep through the cover. Suddenly, it stopped.

An umbrella shielded you.

You looked beside, your heart pounding.

There he was.

The boy who had let her go, his eyes soft but filled with unspoken longing.

“Found you.” he said, his voice gentle.

He didn't mind being the second male lead in this life too.

[ograceo]

I hate it when people draw oversexualized versions of characters. They always give the characters massive boobs and butts and tiny waist and make them into femme fatales or manic pixie dreams girls or some other version of a male gaze character. I feel like I never see characters or ocs that have normal bodies. Except for the female lead from Operation True Love but a lot of people hate her character beacuse she is plain looking and Tohru honda her too. They dont like normal female characters that they cant jack off too. Its crazy!

[transbian-mailbomber]

this bet was too easy you had thought, just drink one potion. you trusted the witch you made the bet with, being a regular at her shop, she had always been sly but her potions were magnificent! ‘i bet a thousand gold you couldn’t just drink one’ she had said, and you foolishly accepted. not even considering the aftermath of losing…

now you were downing your third. your head felt woozy but your whole body tingled slightly, everything felt more sensitive, but it felt so good… the witch cackles beside you, placing her hand firmly on your thigh. shivers shoot up your spine and you can immediately feel your body getting hot. she pulls you to the backroom, and you manage to glimpse the label of a similar looking potion:

Overstim Potion HIGHLY POTENT

the witch shoves you on a bed, quickly undressing herself as you begin to catch up on what’s happening. but it’s too late, you’re already caught in her trap, plus you’re soaking your panties with pre-cum, what’s the worst that could happen?

she rips off your clothes and flips you on your stomach, pressing the tip of her magical cock against your ass. you moan and squirm, you want her cock, you need it in you right now! your body seems to beg for it. she pushes it in, your legs shake as you orgasm immediately, a wicked smile stretches across the witch’s face. without hesitation she yanks your hair back and starts fucking you senseless, you cum again, and again, you can’t stop cumming actually. a wet spot forms under you as you soak the bed in your fluids. but it doesn’t matter to her, in fact she enjoys watching as tears begin rolling down your cheeks from the pain of being forced to cum over and over, and she loves the blank expression on your face as drool pools beside your mouth. your body is on fire, the pleasure overrunning any other emotion as the witch uses you as her personal fucktoy. she buries her dick in your useless hole, filling you with cum, and then continuing to ruthlessly fuck you. soon everything starts fading in and out, and it all turns into a blur, you vaguely remember her pulling out and finishing on your limp, twitching body, looking at you as if you were just a piece of art she had just cultivated in a matter of minutes. another useless toy to be used. and you loved it, maybe being her fucktoy wasn’t so bad after all. maybe, you could stay… just a little longer…

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

May I request a magic yandere lady X non binary reader (fem presenting)? If that’s! Not in the cards it’s alright!

Sure thing! Magic is kind of a vague subject, so I decided to make the Yandere lady (her name is Ivy btw) a witch, I hope that’s ok! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: kidnapping, spell induced drugging, mind control, typical yandere behavior

Nonbinary! reader

Banner/divider credit goes to @strangergraphics

Witch! Ivy who's so used to being alone. She's something of a recluse, having lived solely by herself ever since her mentor died. Her cottage is in the middle of the woods, far, far away from society's prying eyes, which unfortunately also means it's far, far away from most people. The only real company she has is her cat lavender (she's gray instead of black, despite what you may think), and the wildlife that lives around her home. Great companions, but not so great when you crave human contact. But hey, at least she has all the herbs and plants she needs for her spells!

Witch! Ivy who 's shyness was her downfall. She had never been fond of interacting with people, even as a child, so when her mentor took her in, the lack of human connection didn't bother her much. Even when her mentor died, she didn't feel as if she was missing out on anything, as sad as she was to lose her. She was just... too used to not seeing people.

Witch! Ivy's who's surprised when she finds you, unconscious in the woods, probably from dehydration, malnutrition, and exhaustion. After some deliberation, she carries you (well, uses a spell to carry you, she's not that strong) back to her cottage, placing you in the now vacant room adjacent to hers. It's nerve-wracking for her to have a stranger in her home, especially considering society isn't so kind to witches, but she couldn't just leave you there! Who knows what would have happened? There's a lot of wild animals out in the forest, and she's not so sure you'd be able to fight them off, assuming you regained consciousness, that is.

Witch! Ivy who nearly shoots out of her skin with fright when she hears you scream from upstairs. She sneaks down the hallway toward the room you're currently occupying, nervously gazing through the wooden doorway to the sight of you shivering in fear under the bed covers, having no clue how you got there. Your fear only grows when you notice her peeking around the corner, and a pang of guilt swamps her at the fact that she scared you more.

Witch! Ivy who rushes into the room, hurriedly explaining how she found you before you start screaming again. Thankfully, her words seem to calm you, understanding dawning on your face. Your fear turns to gratefulness, and you thank her repeatedly for saving you and bringing you into her home, despite the fact that you're a complete stranger.

Witch! Ivy who blushes at your thankfulness, unused to such praises. She quickly excuses herself, using the food she's been making for you as an excuse to leave the room before you can see how flustered she is. She flees down the stairs, spending the next few minutes tending to the soup she's created for you while she tries to calm herself down. She busies herself with the food in front of her, lacing it with a spell that will help you heal up quicker once you consume it. Due to how poor your condition was, it'll take a while for you to fully regain your strength, even with the spell, but after a couple of weeks, you should be back to normal.

Witch! Ivy Who brings you your food, silently gesturing for you to lie back when you make a move to get up. She sits silently beside you while you eat, mostly to make sure you're strong enough to keep the food down, and you use this opportunity to explain to her how you got in the position she found you in. Turns out you had been hiking, and decided to go off the trail. A bad idea in hindsight, but you thought it would be fun, and besides, you weren't that far from civilization anyway. But then the hours rolled by, and you hadn't gotten out of the wilderness, and then hours turned to days, and you were still lost, the only landmarks around you being trees and rocks and more trees. You had packed enough food and water for a day or two, but you had quickly run out, leading to the predicament Ivy found you in.

Witch! Ivy who assures you that you're safe now, and you're welcome to stay as long as you need to to recover. She's more than nervous at the idea of someone she doesn't really know staying in her house for weeks on end, but she can't just throw you back outside! She warns you that it'll take a while for you to regain your full strength, but you remain positive, thanking her for providing you shelter while you recover.

Witch! Ivy who spends the first week of your stay hiding away from you, only approaching your room when she's bringing you something to eat and drink. It honestly hurts your feelings a little bit. Did you do something to offend her? Is she scared of you? Why is she avoiding you like the plague? You're still too weak to get up and explore the house on your own, so for now, your stuck trying to figure out how to keep her with you for longer from your bed. You try to strike up a conversation every time she visits, but she always keeps her sentences brief, answering your questions enough so that you aren't ignored, but nothing more. It begins to frustrate you, until one day, you decide to do something about it.

Witch! Ivy who's surprised to see a sad, sullen look on your face the next time she visits. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but before she could, your voice, smaller than normal, rings out. "Why are you so scared of me?"

It's a simple question, but it throws Ivy of balance for a second. She nervously asks what makes you think she is, and you sigh before explaining how her reserved and skittish nature made you worry you had done something to scare or offend her.

Witch! Ivy who stands there silent for a moment before gaining the courage to speak. She reluctantly opens up, explaining that she's not really used to interacting with people, and in fact, is kind of scared of them in general. You can tell how nervous she is by the way she's fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt, but she reassures you that you've done nothing wrong, she's just... not good with people.

Witch! Ivy who notices how much gentler you are when she enters the room, now that you know why she's so shy. You speak to her in a softer voice, still trying to engage her in conversation, but not as pushy as before. You start asking questions about her life and how she lives on her own, and she takes the bait, allowing herself to open up more and more with each conversation the two of you have. It impresses her how you've managed to draw her out of her shell, engaging her attention until you're all she can think about. There's just something about you that's so... captivating!

Witch! Ivy who thinks your the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Or, well, could ever see. Now that you're not on the brink of dying from malnutrition and dehydration, your natural features are much more prominent, and she thinks you look absolutely stunning. She lends you her dresses and blouses while you stay, and her long, flowy clothes only aid in bringing out your beauty. You've caught her staring at you on more than one occasion much to your amusement. Sometimes, she'll even work up the courage to ask if she can mess with your hair.

Witch! Ivy who starts to cling to you more and more, until almost all her time is spent with you. It's a complete 180 from how she was acting before, but now that she's gotten more used to you, she can't get enough. It's like all the years of isolation have finally come crashing down on her all at once, forcing her to seek out your company in order to squash the heavy feeling of loneliness that crashes down on her as soon as she's left alone. She spends most of her time in your room, only leaving when she needs to get on with her daily chores. It doesn't bother you, you're glad for the company, and besides, you've found that past all her shyness is a really sweet, lonely woman.

Witch! Ivy who gets so nervous when you're strong enough to get up and roam around the house, following you around as you wander like a lost puppy. Not because she doubts you've strength, but because she didn't really hide any of her witchy stuff beforehand, which means you're more than likely to discover what she actually is. She doesn't want to lose the only friend she's ever had, she can't lose you're companionship-

Witch! Ivy who nearly faints from fright when you discover her cauldron and begin questioning her, asking her why she has so many herbs and spellbooks strewn around the black pot. She doesn't answer, although she can tell by your expression that you're already figured out the answer to your own question, and she prepares to flee the cottage as soon as you inevitably begin screaming in fear once again.

Witch! Ivy who's astounded when instead of calling her a monster, you start asking her all sorts of questions about witchcraft, carefully observing all of her things with keen interest. The whiplash she gets from her own emotions is insane, she goes from terrified to overjoyed within seconds. You're not scared of her! And you think she's cool! Ivy doesn't hesitate to show you everything she can, explaining what all her tools are for, what her herbs can do when used correctly, and even demonstrating a couple of minor spells for your entertainment. You're head will be spinning by the end of it, but it's worth it to see the massive grin on Ivy's face.

Witch! Ivy who shyly asks you why you aren't afraid of her. You mention that you get what it's like to be an deemed as an outcast by some, and when she asks you what you mean, you explain how your identity isn't the most welcomed by certain groups of people, especially when your more feminine appearance makes some question your validity. Because of how removed she is from society, Ivy doesn't really understand why your identity is such a big deal to some people, especially when it doesn't affect anyone but you, but she appreciates that you can empathize with her, even if it's not the exact same.

Witch! Ivy who spends as much time as you'll let her teaching you everything she can about witchcraft. It's almost like she's taking you in as her apprentice, and in the back of her mind, she secretly thinks of you as such. the idea of you leaving no longer thrills her, in fact, she dreads the idea of such a thing ever happening. She hopes with all her heart that you'll stay here with her, learning and growing alongside her for the rest of your lives. Maybe if she shows you the powers you could unlock, you'll forget about your old life and stay with her. She'll never have to be alone again!

Witch! Ivy who grows increasingly nervous as the stronger you get, the more you start speaking of the life you've been living before this. She tries to distract you with spells and potions, even bringing you along to help with chores, but it's just not enough to keep you from wanting your old life back. Once, she implied that you should stay with her, if only for a little while longer, but you gently turned her down, explaining how much you missed your friends and family back home. She said she understood, but she really didn't. Why did you want to leave her so bad? Was she not enough for you? She could give you everything you could possibly want, why do you want to leave? Especially when the world was so cruel to you for no reason, why would you ever want to go back?

Witch! Ivy who freaks out when one day, you tell her that come morning, you'll be heading back home, using the map she has hung up on her wall. You promise her that you'll be safe and careful, but she still frets, begging you to reconsider. You remain adamant in your decision, and eventually she calms down, apologizing for her anxieties about you traveling alone. You offer to take her with you, but she refuses, citing that society would never accept her, and that she was happier here, in nature.

Witch! Ivy who watches you climb the stairs to your room, bidding you goodnight. Internally, she's freaking out, trying to figure out how to make you stay with her. She can't let you leave, she can't be alone again! You've shown her what it's like to have companionship, and now that she has it, she won't lose it. The possibilities run through her mind: She could use a spell to weaken you, but she doesn't want to risk your health, and besides, you would know she had done something if you were to get ill right before you were meant to leave. She could send you into a long, interrupted sleep, but that would be no different from you leaving: You're true presence would be absent. She could cast a forcefield spell around the property, but then you would hate her for keeping you here against your will. There was only one option left.

Witch! Ivy who insists on making you breakfast before you leave in the morning, and you agree, seeing no harm in it. She may have magical abilities, but you would never expect her to use them against you, right?

...Right?

...Why is she looking at you like that?

Witch! Ivy whose eyes meet yours, sadness and a hint of regret shining in them. Uneasiness begins to rise in you as she tells you she's sorry it's come to this, but before you can question her, she says something in a language you don't understand, and suddenly your body feels heavy, like it's being weighed down by an unseen force. You can't move anything except your eyes, you can't even speak, you just remain sitting there, your empty plate laying in front of you, mocking you.

Witch! Ivy who tells you to stand up, and you do, completely against your own will. Her soft voice commands you to walk back up the stairs and enter your room, and your body obeys, completely oblivious to what you want it to do. You aren't in charge of it anymore. You're body marches up the stairs, almost robotic in its movements, and Ivy follows close behind you, guilt radiating off of her.

Witch! Ivy who starts rambling, explaining how sorry she is to do this, how terrible of a person she must be, but that she can't lose the only companionship she's had since the death of her mentor. She tells you how you've opened her eyes to what she's been missing out on, but that she can't enter society as a whole because of how dangerous it would be for her. This is the only solution she could think of. She assures you that she'll give you anything you could possibly want, how you'll always be comfortable as long as you stay with her, and how the spell isn't permanent, it's just there until you become more comfortable with the idea of living with her. She lifts it enough that you can control your body freely, but if she needs to, she can regain control once again. Ivy promises not to use it unless you try to leave, but she can see the mistrust in your eyes, even after all her words. How could she do this to you? She had been so kind, so why? Why was she adamant you stay here?

Witch! Ivy who can see the hurt in your eyes, so she leaves the room. She's fairly confident you won't try to leave, and besides, she has a detector spell set up around the house, so no one can get in or out without her knowing. She understands why you're upset, and she truly does feel bad, but she can't lose you! She wouldn't survive the loneliness returning, she needs you by her side. All she can do now is hope that one day you'll understand, and you'll stay by her side willingly.

[valentine-cafe]

I'd like an order of milk tarts please.

bothering Alessio while he's trying to practice / learn spells, having him grow increasingly frustrated to the point he snaps and uses his magic on *you* instead. making you helplessly watch how you take his dick in front of that floor length mirror you don't quite remember being there...

(you were looking for smut requests? 🥺 my horny ass has plenty <3)

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 9948e alessio agresta arias

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍡 sorcerer x reader, witch x reader, cw: smut, degradation, mirror sex ꒱

magic would bind your wrists and ensure that your legs remain spread open for him. if not that, then definitely his harsh grip on your thigh. wrenching you spread for him as he fucks you open. eyes flickering between your twisted face and his cock slipping inside of you with every quick thrust.

oh there’s no limit to how rough he can get. he might look frail and tired but alessio has stamina, especially when he needs to tame his little brat.

with a glowing green hand wrapped around the base of your throat, he’d force you to watch. abruptly slamming into your sweetspot and halting right there should you dare close your eyes.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he’d kiss into your ear, hand slipping up to instead grip at your jaw and push two fingers against your tongue.

“you’re gonna watch as you cum for me. gonna watch as I teach you some fuckin’ manners. capito?”

and then his pounds would shake your body once more, until you’re keening and squirting.

[viciouslyyearning]

Giant Witch x Reader

Thinking again about certain things, such as dating a witch, and living in his cozy cabin deep in the woods away from predominant civilization. Your shared home is more of an enclosed forest with moss and clover-covered floors, beams made of intertwined trees with a plethora of both living and dried fauna lining the walls, maybe even an owl as his familiar that totally prefers you but we don't talk about that.

Maybe you both met when you were younger, as the only person in the little village that didn't turn your nose up at him, he was curious, just as curious as you were of his studies. After some years the two of you settled gently, peacefully, into a relationship together. Orion, for all of his flashy magic and potions and spells, was a rather shy individual. Often leaning on you for support in conversation or social situations, which you happily gave time and time again.

While he worked away on his studies and products for his apothecary stand he stocked in town, you had ample time to focus on your own creations. Though when he was too busy you would always lend a hand in his workshop, gathering ingredients, fetching tools, and mixing measurements. There were many a day where he would devote such time to a spell or potion that he knew you would greatly enjoy. Such as the spell of languages that allowed you to speak with the forest animals for a certain amount of time.

Today was another day dedicated to a spell he thought you would love. As Orion fluttered around the workshop, gathering just a few more tuffs of mouse fur, he grinned excitedly. All but anticipating the excited reaction you'd have, how you'd wrap your arms around him and under his cloak to be all the closer, squeezing him tight and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. The witch giggled in excitement, grasping the brim of his pointy hat and pulling it down to cover his face as he settled himself.

Once he felt he had collected himself he opened the door to his workshop, leaning out into the main room. "Dearest? I'm all set! I can't wait to show you what I've been working on," He called out.

"Have you finished already, dear?" You responded, appearing from the hall next to him. The poor witch felt his heart stutter, a common occurrence upon seeing you after any period away.

Orion grasped your hand tightly and pulled you along, heart racing and eyes shining. "I've been studying this one for weeks, the preparation took time but the application should be so simple!" Moving to the workbench, he turned back to you, gently escorting you to his chair and waiting for you to sit before he continued. "See? Just a few gusts of the gentle spring breeze, a drop of morning dew, a pinch of dried and crushed daffodil, and!" Orion turned to you, holding his hand to his chest, something balled up in his fist. "Just a tuff of mouse fur," he spoke softly, smiling as he waved his hand over the collection of items that had been laid out in a certain presentation. His hand began to glow as he conjured up his will, eyes shining pink as he spoke in a low voice, words going unheard by you. This was nothing unusual, you could only sit back and wait to see what he would do this time.

swirling mist of pink and purple hues began to form in the room, encircling the two of you as he continued. You watched Orion slowly raise his closed fist to the pile of items that had risen in the air, his hand opened, dropping the fur into the mixture, and everything went dark.

It was warm.

It was exausting.

You felt nothing.

As the darkness faded from your vision, you realized you must have been laying down. Sitting up slowly, not quite noting how the action didn't seem to shift your perspective as much as it normally did. You let out a tired groan, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes before opening them and freezing in place.

The room would swallow you whole if it was any bigger, moss floors not even dented by your weight, and glass jars containing items that could have fit in your hand could now contain you. Walls and trees that reached the sky and a chair that you could easily live under with the space you had. Most important to note, however, was your sweet darling Orion. Kneeling down and looming over you, with his shadow encasing you and a booming voice speaking far too loud and far too fast, his presence similar to the reaper with the feeling you were left with.

You let out a horrified shout, scrambling to fling yourself backward and afraid of the giant that you had once been taller than.

Said giant jolted back in surprise, slamming into the floor behind him and sending a shockwave that left you tumbling for a brief moment. "Oh no no no, it's alright dearest!" He jolted towards you, attempting to help you but only sending your heart through a stage two heart attack.

"Stop!" You shouted as loud as your tiny lungs could manage, making him freeze in place, wide teary eyes watching you closely. You sat upright, trying to catch your breath, wary of the hand that was far too close for your comfort at that moment.

Orion stared helplessly, wanting nothing more than to fix this, wanting to hold you close and assure you that it would be alright, this wasn't supposed to happen but it's ok he can fix it and you'll still be safe. His breath was shaky as he watched you, little you who could only fit in his hand, trying not to panic. Oh, how he wanted to lift you up and keep you in his hands where you would be safe from… everything a person your size might face.

You finally looked up at Orion's face, seeing his teary eyes and shaking. Closing your eyes you began to rationalize. You were safe, this was Orion the same who had time and time again proven to be harmless and loving and gentle and soft. You sighed forcefully. Looking back to Orion and motioning towards his hand, you spoke. "Lay your hand down in front of me, flat, palm up. But do so slowly, alright dear?" Your voice was far stronger in tone than you felt.

The witch jolted at the sudden instruction but nodded, not risking speaking but moving his hand slowly toward the ground.

It was almost fascinating how different his movements looked at this magnitude, but these were no times to ponder such things. As his hand lay flat, you stood slowly. Hesitating as you felt warmth radiating off of his skin, he was so close. Feeling his eyes staring, you shuffled forward, taking your time to work up the courage and resting your hand in his palm, feeling the soft skin as well as his racing heartbeat. Casting a glance towards his expression showed you just how torn between fascination and sorrow. You refocused on his hand, taking the leap of trust that had in the past been proven to you time and time again. Slowly, cautiously you climbed into Orion's opened hand, sitting and shifting until comfortable, you finally looked back up to your witch to see him watching you with the warmest expression you'd seen him make. "Now… Lift me up slowly, alright?"

Orion nodded mutely, raising his hand a short bit off the ground before wrapping his other hand under it to keep a more stable grip, and you were moving up. He lifted you as carefully as he could manage, rising you and stopping once you were right in front of his face. He seemed to hesitate before speaking, "This wasn't supposed to happen, it was supposed to allow you to scurry quick as a mouse, not as small as one." He all but whispered.

You rubbed your face with your hand, senses calming now that you were eye level. "Then what went wrong?"

He stood slowly, lowering you slightly and holding his hand against his chest as he turned to the book on the table. Orion began flipping through the pages, reviewing the ingredients he needed before stopping and tapping against the page. "Dandelion, not daffodil… ah." Orion looked back at you with a nervous smile, "Well, good news? The spell worked as it was intended based on what I had used. And I can promise that in three days' time, you'll be back to normal." His voice died out with each passing word which left you processing what was said for a moment.

"Three days?" You whimpered, unknowing of how you could possibly take care of yourself in such a state. feeling far too overwhelmed to think clearly.

"Oh no, oh dear no, oh it's alright I swear to you. I'll keep you with me the entire time I swear, you'll be safe and we can stay here and away from the noisy village and its people, I'll keep you close and safe," he soothed as gently as he could, shifting you in his hands to hug you to his chest. "You love cuddling up in my cloak and remember it has pockets I've sewn inside it, You can rest there as the fabric is heavy enough that up here it hardly moves and stays right with me. You can rest and sleep the days away so the stress of this all won't touch you if you'd truly like." Orion had hit his stride in offering whatever he could to make you happy, once again. "In fact, I can set you up a little grove in the wall of our bedroom so you don't feel so small in these big rooms, I can make you a nice soft bed and a safe place to sleep and eat and-"

"Orion."

The witch froze in his tracks and looked down at you with a sheepish grin, "I suppose that is for later? Now might just be the time to collect ourselves…"

You sighed softly, subconsciously leaning against his chest with closed eyes. "Later, for now, as you set. let's simply settle somewhere and rest. We can worry about this more later."

Your partner nodded, sitting down slowly in the comfortable chair you had been in just before, Orion watched you with fading concern and growing adoration, he stayed quiet as your breathing slowed, keeping you close and trying to think of what could be done for you in the meanwhile. If nothing else, you were absolutely adorable in such a state and if you hadn't been so scared he would have already said so. Repeatedly. He could later, though. As well as cuddle and kiss your little form as much as you'd allow once things calmed.

Maybe if this all went well… He could convince you to allow him to do so again, intentionally. You were truly and absolutely precious in his hands, after all.

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

The witch x fem reader

(Wolves witches and giants)

You sat there in your (s/f/c) dress and your tiara with (f/c) jewels in it, this party wasn't really that interesting. You huffed in your big puffy dress, you watched as another prince wandered up to you thinking he'd be the one to woo you, you rolled your eyes taking your head off the back of your hand. You made eye contact with the black-haired prince, he wore a red overcoat, and you looked him up and down.

"Excuse me," his voice seemed to drag.

"I was wonderin-" You put your hand up to stop him, and shooed him away, he didn't so you got up to be somewhere else. As you walked around you saw some people notice your presence. You caught sight of more princes coming your way, you scoffed and turned away, that's when you spotted a woman in all black, she didn't look too pleased, she wore a black pointy hat and a black cloak over a black dress and black stockings, finishing it with a pair of black pointy shoes. The fact that she was dressed in all black and everyone seemed to be avoiding her, intrigued you to approach her. Finally something interesting you thought, before someone grabbed your arm. You looked back and it was the black-haired prince.

"Don't, she's the evil witch-" you swiped your arm away.

"Get off of me, you fool!" This earned a few glances and then you marched away. You finally reached the witch, as the prince had stated earlier. You got nervous but you continued, you didn't know why but you started to ask.

"Uhm, hello," you stared as she looked at you, waiting for you to ask her for one of her spells or tell her to leave.

"Would, er would you like to, dance with me?" you asked leaning forward and outstretching your hand as you looked up at her. She looked a bit taken aback by your gesture. She cackled and took your hand as the music got louder.

You were delighted as you dragged her to the middle of the huge room to dance, many people stared, some because they were homophobic but the main reason was because you were dancing with the awful witch that everyone fears. You twirled around with her, this was better than any man you had danced with, it was great. People gasped appalled at the sight that was before them, the witch even looked like she was enjoying herself. You laughed, enjoying every moment with this strange woman.

The song had ended and you sadly let go of her hands, that's when the black-haired prince ran up behind you.

"Get away from her, what have you done, stop using your magic spells on her," He said grabbing your wrist.

"Snap out of this trance and dance with me instead, my dear," you snatched your hand away.

"Well, excuse me! I'm fine, and I don't need you to-," You got cut off as he looked like the devil was behind you.

"Shut your whiney mouth!" You turned to see the witch, she looked so pissed off.

"Cauliflower pastry treacle and jam, the wickedest witch in the world who I am!" She declared waving her hands about. She cackled evilly as the prince slowly transformed into a slug. Everyone watched in horror at the sight of the prince, now a slug on the floor, soon the ballroom became pandemonium as the witch chuckled and ran off leaving you in a crowd of screaming people, longing to see her once again.

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[witchthewriter]

Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

[nottswitch]

— if you’ve been naughty, you get…

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summary: quidditch is a sport that demands strength and stamina, resulting in physical exertion. exertion equals releasing disproportionate amounts of warmth, which, as it turns out, feels better shared.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

cw: 18+ smut, enemies to lovers, rough p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, spanking, choking, degrading, hair grabbing, cursing

wc: 3.1k

a/n: the first fic of the naughty side of the list, so buckle up for the filth!! hope you enjoy <3

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; mattheo m.list ; kinkmas 2024

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The entirety of the Quidditch stadium roared as Harry Potter hovered proudly in the air, the Golden Snitch snug between his fingers. The ultimate rivalry between the houses never ceased to exist, be it on the school grounds or on the pitch, the students from other houses having chosen a side long ago and now discreetly passing galleons to each other in the stands. You craned your neck a bit, your loosely tied scarf sliding off as you watched the players descend onto the ground, the green and silver side clearly trying to get off the pitch as hastily as possible.

Mattheo was, for all intents and purposes, pissed. His nostrils were flared, his breath coming out short and ragged, the exertion from the long-winded game straining his aching muscles. His bat was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles almost translucent as he fought the urge to swing it at the annoyingly smug Gryffindors who seemed to be very purposeful with the loudness of their celebrations. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth – the opportunity was too golden, no pun intended, to have a go at the guy, even though you knew that now, of all times, he wouldn’t dream of holding back. It was a constant push and pull between the two of you, a burning need to kick the other while they were down, and a loss of a very important game was a chance presenting itself on a silver platter.

"Hey, Riddle!"

The sound of your voice made Mattheo grit his teeth, the vibration echoing in his already ringing ears. His eyes briefly darted to you descending the stairs from the top of the stands, the look in them as close to murderous as it can possibly get.

"Don’t," he muttered, continuing to stride across the field, towards the tunnel, where the other players from the Slytherin team had already disappeared.

"Don’t what?"

Your voice was clearly taunting as you approached him, your arms crossing on your chest as you fixed him with a smirk. Unconsciously, your gaze slid down his body, taking in the sight of his Quidditch jersey clinging to him, damp with sweat and accentuating the ridges of his toned abs. You licked your lips, the action coming out of your subconsciousness that craved to feel those abs underneath your palms, although you had yet to admit it.

"Don’t fucking try me right now," Mattheo retorted without sparing you a glance. He was already more than a little aggravated, and the last thing he needed was your teasing and endless quips, combined with the effortless allure you always held despite being an insufferable little cunt. His uniform suddenly felt too tight, which prompted him to take off the green jersey, harshly tugging it over his head with one hand.

Your lips parted ever so slightly as you watched his torso opening up to you in all its firm, built glory. But the muscles weren’t the first thing that you noticed – as much as the view was enticing, it was also not completely new. No, the thing that made your breath hitch was the fact that he was literally steaming, as if he had just left a sauna. Translucent whirls were emanating from his heated body, his skin breaking out in goosebumps in the chilly December air. Mattheo didn’t even shiver, throwing the piece of clothing over his shoulder and flicking the bat from one hand to the other. His pace was firm and purposeful, leaving no doubts about his intentions to leave the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible.

You had entirely different plans for him, though.

Without thinking much, you followed him into the tunnel leading out of the stadium, barely able to match his long steps.

“Or what?” you called out defiantly, finally reaching him at the price of your breath getting shallow and your heart beating faster than normal. You weren’t one hundred percent sure it was just the effect of walking quickly.

Mattheo stopped in his tracks, nearly making you stumble into his broad back. His eyes closed shut for a moment, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, feeling his already nonexistent control slipping away with every single sound of yours he heard behind him.

“You will regret it,” he muttered through gritted teeth, not making a move to turn around to look at you – he knew that if he did, he could say goodbye to any traces of restraint still left in him.

“Oh, really?”

You knew you were walking a dangerous line by taunting him like that, but at this point, you couldn’t stop. Was it a sudden surge of bravery, was it recklessness or something else, deeper and yet uncharted, you couldn’t tell. You just knew that if you stopped right now – that was what you’d regret for a long, long time, possibly for the rest of your life. You stepped closer, your chest almost pressing against his back, feeling his muscles tense as your proximity registered in his mind and sent signals through his whole body.

That step was all it took for him to finally snap. In a split second, his hand was wrapped around your throat, pressing you against the wall of the tunnel. A strangled gasp escaped your parted lips, your pulse fluttering wildly as his fingers pressed right on the point, curling around your neck as if he was ready to snap it in half. He probably could, if he wanted to.

“Say another word and find out,” Mattheo hissed, the warm air of his breath brushing against your flushed face. His already dark chocolate eyes darkened further – you swore you could see his pupils dilating in real time, the dimness inside the tunnel failing to hide the mixture of anger and lust swirling in their depths.

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with a strange type of determination. Whatever was happening was something completely new in your dynamic, yet it felt like it had been building up the whole time you spent bickering and trying to get to each other using the power of biting words.

Mattheo’s hold grew tighter around your throat, almost cutting off the stream of much needed air flowing into your lungs.

“You should be.”

A loud thud echoed through the tunnel as his bat hit the floor, thrown away and immediately forgotten about. His newly freed hand gripped your waist, pressing you harder into the wall, the coldness of the surface seeping through the fabric of your winter robes. Mattheo’s body was flush against your front, creating a sharp contrast between the chill of the air surrounding you and his fired up skin, dampening your shirt with small rivulets of sweat dripping off him.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze off his face, his dangerously handsome features tense and barely moving. You had no idea what to do with your hands, so they ended up on his bare chest without any real input from your mind, which, you could tell, was slowly turning off anyway. A hiss coming from him once your skin touched his was a surprise, but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy his reaction. For some reason, you found yourself bold enough to try exploring this newfound knowledge, sliding your hand down his chest, along the firm planes and ridges. Two things happened at the same time: Mattheo’s fingers dug deeper into the sides of your throat, causing a strangled sound to escape your lips, while his other hand left your waist to grab your traveling wrist.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing right now,” Mattheo muttered, and you swore you could hear his teeth grinding against each other. “I’ll show you, though. I’ll fucking show you.”

Next thing you knew, you were lifted off the ground, stuck in the iron bars of his embrace. The instinct in you that still tried to persuade you that this whole thing was wrong made your dangling feet try to hit Mattheo’s knee. This weak attempt at defiance was quickly stopped by his arm moving down and tightly locking around your thighs, stopping your legs from moving altogether.

“Asshole.” You did hear the treacherous breathlessness of your voice, but also didn’t have it in you to care. The heat between your legs was rapidly intensifying, the friction created by your pressed up thighs only making you more desperate for something real, something substantial to quench your undeniable thirst.

A dark smirk appeared on Mattheo’s face, the one that did nothing to soften his expression – it only made him look more like the devil he appeared to be. A second later, his foot was pushing a door you didn’t even know was there, doing the same from the other side once he walked into a dark room that smelled like wood and broom polish. You didn’t have time to think or formulate a snarky response to his actions before you were getting turned around and bent over, Mattheo’s hand pressing insistently on the back of your neck. You barely had time to stabilize yourself against the cold wooden bench that stood at the wall, your scarf sliding off completely and falling to the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, although it was more of a formality, since you made no actual attempt to get up from the new position. Mattheo, of course, took notice of that, his smirk widening a bit.

“This the only thing you can think of?” His voice was cold and mocking at the same time, not failing to send a shiver down your spine – it was huskier than usual, an undertone of desire obvious even to untrained ears. Mattheo effortlessly lifted up the hem of your robes, the rumpled fabric of your skirt splayed across your ass in a way he found sinful. “Where’s the smartass attitude, hm?”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, stinging even through several layers of clothing. Your body jolted forward, a yelp breaking out of your throat both at the unexpectedness of it and a wave of pleasure the smack sent straight between your legs. Mattheo found himself enjoying your reaction, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, fingers curling and pressing into the flesh.

“Fuck y-,” you started to mutter, glancing at him over your shoulder, but another smack shut you up pretty quickly. You could feel the sting, only intensified when his strong hand grabbed a handful of your ass, roughly kneading and squeezing.

“Much better from this angle,” Mattheo murmured, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his eyes shamelessly roamed your body up and down. His free hand slid up your back, pushing you to lean further down against the bench until he reached your hair. His fingers threaded through your locks in an almost tender gesture, one so uncharacteristic of Mattheo Riddle, before he yanked your head back, making you hiss from the harshness of the pull.

The warmth of his body enveloped you whole as Mattheo bent over, his flaming chest covering the entirety of your back. A fleeting thought flickered in your mind, that even the warmest robes couldn’t hold a candle to the human heater that was Mattheo after a Quidditch game. As his mouth neared your ear, his hand never stilled on your ass, lifting your skirt up to bunch up at your waist and running over the fabric of your tights.

“Really?” he asked, mockingly, making you want to strangle him and kiss the hell out of him at the same time. Your lips parted when you felt his sneaky fingers pressing between your legs, causing your thighs to clench. “D’you know I can feel you getting wet?” he cooed, brushing his lips against your ear, you were sure, very deliberately. You closed your eyes, unwanted embarrassment making its way to your cheeks, and you just knew the bastard was smirking again. You couldn’t control your body’s reaction to him, though, and your wetness seeping through your tights fully gave you away.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought your smartass mouth could handle better than that.”

Mattheo gave your hair another tug before his hand slipped down, curling around your throat again. His grip was tight, not allowing even a single millimeter of movement, a strangled gasp escaping you once you felt his hips pressing to your ass from the back. His hard-on was firmly planted between your cheeks, straining against his Quidditch trousers, as if he was trying to break through the layers of your clothing.

“But when I’m next to you,” Mattheo continued murmuring into your ear, a malicious smirk giving his words a dangerous hint, “you’re just a bitch in heat.”

“Fuck. You.”

You somehow managed to find words, the ones you couldn’t bring yourself to say before. Mattheo chuckled darkly, feeling your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumb – you really weren’t the best in hiding your deepest emotions, though your face still tried to keep its defiant stance.

“That’s the plan,” he answered, as his fingers moved against your covered pussy, the sound of it, though muffled, still embarrassingly wet. Once his torturous movements stopped, you nearly whined, biting your bottom lip in order to save yourself from further humiliation. Your teeth sunken into your lip didn’t go unnoticed – Mattheo licked his own, his hand on your throat lifting you up just a bit, his body heat a fire burning your back.

“Didn’t know having you speechless would be so…” Another smack on your ass interrupted his words, a squeal caused by the mixture of pain and pleasure sounding through the dark room. “…so fucking hot.”

You gained the courage to push your hips back, a satisfied hum rolling out of your mouth as you felt his cock twitch at the friction.

“So damn impatient,” Mattheo whispered into your ear. His own hips bucked forward, forcefully, enough to make your body jerk again. “But you’re lucky, because…”

He suddenly straightened up, roughly pulling down your tights and baring your skin to the chilly air. It was already stinging from the previous slaps, the sensation now stronger as the frost of early winter bit at the sensitive flesh.

“…me too.”

You didn’t notice the moment Mattheo’s trousers pooled at his feet, but they definitely did, along with his boxers. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head when his warm, slicked up cock slid through your folds, making you feel every inch of him, providing the friction you desperately craved. Your entrance clenched, as if trying to suck him in but failing. His tip prodded at your hole, your whole body backing against him in an attempt to finally let him inside.

You didn’t have to wait – a single deep thrust, and he was splitting you open in the best, most mind blowing way possible. Your high-pitched moan was so loud it could be easily heard outside, but you didn’t care – you couldn’t care. Mattheo’s groan matched up in volume, his hands gripping your hips with brushing strength.

“If I knew you’d be so fucking tight…”

He pulled out only to thrust right back in, making you moan so loudly you could feel the air shake around you.

“…I’d shut you up like that every. Single. Time.”

Each word was accompanied by another thrust, each one deeper than the last, even though it was physically impossible – at least you felt like he discovered new depths within you every time. The squelching sounds of your pussy roughly meeting his dick echoed through the narrow space you were squished into, the slapping of your bodies surely making its way into the tunnel behind the door. It was something you’d never felt before – the passion, the lust filling your very essence, consuming and turning your brain into mush.

Mattheo’s palm connected with your asscheek again, making it bounce and ripple. Immediately after, he squeezed the round mound, and you hissed, another sting shooting through your body. His pace was unforgiving, but you didn’t want to be forgiven – if that was punishment, you’d rather be guilty for life. The stretch of your walls around his cock felt like it was tearing you apart and gathering you back in one piece right after, and at that moment you were sure that no one else could fuck you like that.

His hand ended up in your hair again as he tugged you up, making your back press against his chest again. Somehow, it was still just as hot as before, causing you to break out in sweat from the exertion and his body heat seeping through your skin and bones. If the room had windows, they would certainly be fogged up. However, the only foggy thing was your mind, getting more and more dazed as your peak approached.

“You wanna cum, huh?” Mattheo growled, his laboured breath prickling at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Wanna cum on my cock, like the slut you are?”

As much as you hated yourself for admitting that, cumming around him was the only thing swirling in your head. You tried to nod, but his grip on your hair didn’t allow it.

“Words,” he muttered, his teeth clenching as he tried to hold his own orgasm back, determined to make you fall apart first. “The only time I want you to use your fucking words.”

“I wanna– Fuck! Wanna cum on your cock,” you managed to mumble, your cheeks heating up at the fact that you had just given in, had given him control over the pleasure you yearned for.

“Do it, then.”

With another rough slap on your ass, you came, wave after wave making your body tremble and shake. Mattheo was quick to finish right after, his growl bordering on animalistic as he spilled deep inside of you. The warmth of his cum felt like it was etched into your very soul, hot and sticky, your clenching hole squeezing some out to trickle down your thighs. Mattheo could get hard all over again just from the sight alone, but he resisted, pulling your skirt down to cover the delicious view.

For a few moments, you could only try catching your breath, leaning on the bench still somehow holding up in front of you.

“Next time you lose, you know where to find me.” Your voice was shaking, yet already filled with the cockiness of knowing that you, in some way, made Mattheo Riddle lose control.

“Next time I win, you won’t be able to walk for days,” he retorted, his tone bearing something akin to a threat. Or a promise.

[fandomnerd9602]

Agatha looks at Y/N, smiling a drunk smile…

Agatha: (slurs) oh you’re so adorable

Y/N: (blushes) uh…thanks

Agatha: I wanna pick you up and never set you down

Y/N: well umm…

Agatha picks Y/N up and spins them around with her magic…

Based on #14 from this prompt list

[erisv7]

— Yandere Younger Woman

x Older [Reader]

W|W • Age gap • Yandere • Historical Themes • Mention of de/ath

Eris Nightingale is the most prominent noble of all. The royal family's first heir. A child prodigy, capable of playing variety of musical instruments at such a young age. All of the nobles desired to be with her or be her.

Meanwhile you — “The Disgrace of All Noblewomen”. Currently kneeling in front of the supposed prominent noble. She reached for your chin, forcing you to gaze at her. A giggle formed on her lips.

“Marry me, Y/N. And I will give you everything.” You seemed outraged by her statement. Then you jerked the hands of the maids who were holding you down.

"I had been promised beforehand to wed the duke. I refused to back down on an agreement." Her expression darkens. Though she still maintained her smile. She leaned forward to you and muttered.

"Just know I wouldn't let you off the hook easily; release her." Her ladies stopped holding you down and left. Leaving you alone in the room.

And that's the reason you received the title : "The Disgrace of All Noblewomen". After getting married to the Duke. Your life has fallen apart.

You were referred as a seductress — for seducing both the duke and the princess. Alleged stories followed you around. No matter what you do, everyone seems to despise you. After all all, who would trust a witch who agreed to marry a widowed nobel?

"I-I didn't know I was getting married to a widower. They had simply stated he was a royal! Nothing else!!" you explained to your close companions, hoping they would support you.

"So you wedded because he was a royal?" One of them responded

"What?! No-!! I-"

"You should have been with the princess. You'll be more respected if you were a consort" They were laughing at your fate.

It wasn't the fairytale you expected. The Duke did not even recognise your existence. You were just there — a outcast within this family.

"You're not my mother! You will never be!" One of the young masters said, mocking you.

"Go away, fake mom. You'll never be as pretty as my real mom!"

"Yeah, go away! How dare you take her place you lowlife!" A maid hurriedly arrived to assist the children. Getting them away from you

Is this really your fate? Were you really destined for this? The princess does she still want you?

You promised yourself you wouldn't return, yet now you're kneeling in front of her.

"You're back." She smiles, as if she was expecting you.

"Please take me away from this hell."

"Oh but why should I?" She proceeded to play with your hair while smirking sinisterly.

"Please, I can't- I can't be"

"A nobody?" She cut you off. “But you're already a nobody." She giggled and pulled your hair. Her eyes appeared insane.

"I didn't want to punish you for long. I'm glad I didn't have to.. do filthy deeds for you."

"The day I debut, is the day you'll get into an accident. But rest assured that you aren't going die. Well.. your body might—"

"—Wha-What do you mean?!" You began to be scared, and began to back away.

"Oh dear, you can't back away." Your back smacks the wall. "After your death, you will wake up as one my maids, got it?"

"What?! I don't want to—"

"Oh did you think I would like you in your.. body? Well no, I just need an inner being for my dearest maid. Tragically she had the courage to harm herself. Don't worry, you'll be an excellent sacrifice"

You felt something strike at the palm of your hand. As your vision began to fade. The princess's look has altered to that of a witch.

"Be a good girl and take the place of my maid"

Ideas raced across your thoughts. When did the princess develop interest in you again? Was there a gossip regarding the princess and her maid? If so, what happened to the deceased maid? What will happen to you— You fainted.

The end.

This is actually a prequel! I don't really have the guts to write a full story, since I'n lazy hehe. But I hope that one day I could finally write a full story. And I really love this, one of my favorites actually!

Also if you get confused about the plot : So the princess is actually a witch who fell in love with a maid. The maid is a mortal being. The witch reincarnated her a lot of times. The witch would change her appearance and replace other souls. Like how she did when she took the princess body. Now the witch only wanted you because you have the soul of the maid. Because the maid k/lled herself when she got picked as the princess consort. Also the witch is able to manipulate people, which is why she's known as the greatest and can easily marry a woman. Which is like unrealistic if we're talking about historical times.

[bestwitchsam]

Two tickets to #Wicked please.

#AgathaAllAlong