Agatha All Along

Ursula Danforth x f!reader

-Part 1/?

-No movie spoilers

-Word count: 1929

-Warnings: 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, no reader description, controversially young girlfriend/wife (reader is mid-late 20s), virgin!reader, mentions of blood, probably ooc, etc.

***

It was a rainy autumn day, and you decided to brouse around your favourite bookstore. The isles were vast, and the shelves were high. Much to your delight, there was never a book out-of-place. The titles were organised by genre, and each genre was organised alphabetically by author name. It was the work of a perfectionist.

When you reached the crime/thriller section, you noticed a woman at the end of the aisle. It was hard not to notice her; her clothes were designer, probably tailored to her measurements, and her makeup looked professionally done. Her blonde hair was pulled into a low-bun, highlighting her unique, but symmetrical facial structure. Before you could tear your eyes away, she caught you staring, and your face flushed with embarrassment. “The book you’re reading,” you began, stepping a bit closer, “it’s one of my favourites.”

“Oh?” she looked amused as you continued to ramble, but she didn’t interrupt. You saw the look on her face towards the end of your rant, suddenly realising how ridiculous you must sound. Before you could apologise however, she stepped in. “Can I buy you a coffee?”

“Coffee?” your mind went blank. This gorgeous, older-woman was offering to buy you coffee?

“Or tea,” she smiled, “whichever you prefer.”

“That’s very kind, but you don’t have to—”

“I know, but I want to.” She wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, so you let her lead you to the cafe at the front of the store and buy you something.

The two of you sat at a small table in the corner, away from the other customers. She observed you as you took a sip of your drink, making you squirm slightly in your seat. “I, uh, didn’t catch your name…”

“I never said it,” her tone wasn’t malicious, but it made you feel even more insecure than you already did. “My name is Ursula.”

“You don’t look like an Ursula.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

She laughed, flashing her perfect, pearly-white, teeth. You could listen to her laugh all day. “It’s a family name.”

You told her your name, and she hummed in response. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You feigned offence.

“It’s a very lovely name, sweetheart.” She assured you, patting your hand.

Your heart fluttered. This gorgeous woman, a woman old enough to be your mother, was flirting with you. “Can I get your number?”

That’s how it started.

***

You were married a two years after that, and that’s when Ursula invited you to the Danforth estate for the first time. She watched you take in the vast mansion. Usually when people came to the estate, they were amazed, star-struck…but you looked completely overwhelmed. “Sweetheart?” Ursula tried to read your expression, but for the first time since she’d met you, she couldn’t. You and she had been living in a nice apartment, away from the pressures of high society and politics. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

You looked between her and the property, like you were connecting dots. Generational wealth like this didn’t come without history. You were shy, yes, but stupid, you were not. You managed a wary smile as you asked the question: “what does your family do, exactly?”

“Well, half of the estate is a resort.” Ursula said, gesturing around. “People pay thousands of dollars to stay here.”

“I can’t imagine spending thousands on a glorified hotel.” You looked down at your suitcase. “I totally look like one of those losers, don’t I?”

Your wife chuckled, shaking her head. “You never look like a loser.” She kissed your cheek. “I think you look quite lovely, actually.”

“How about you show me to your room?” You suggested, your voice wavering slightly. It was a bold move coming from you, and she knew it.

She hesitated for a second, and when she saw the disappointment flicker in your eyes, she quickly responded. “I’d love to, but I’d like you to meet my brother first.”

You’d heard Ursula mention Titus briefly here and there, but nothing could’ve prepared you for his sharp gaze and imposing figure. A shiver ran down your spine. The way he looked at you was more than unsettling. “Hello…” you said meekly, extending your hand.

He shook it without saying anything. You resisted the urge to wipe his sweat off on your pants. His hands were clammy. Titus turned to his sister. “She’s young.”

You saw the twitch in her jaw as it clenched. “Come along, sweetheart.” She took your hand and led you to her room. “I’m sorry about Titus. He has…issues.”

The tension in her body was evident, and you wanted nothing more than for her to relax. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her waist. She raised a brow, seeing how unsure you were. “Maybe it’s best if I take the lead, hm?” She suggested, and you nodded in agreement. She took your hand and brought it up to cup one of her breasts. “You don’t have to be afraid to touch me.”

Inexperienced was an understatement. You were a virgin. In the two years you and Ursula had known each other, you’d never had sex. She wanted you to initiate it when you were ready, and now you were. She kissed you, leading you over to the bed. She always took the lead in every aspect of your relationship. “Let me know if you want to stop.” She said, removing her blouse. Her nipples were hard under the black-lace of her bra. The next thing off? Her pants. She was wearing a matching set, and you couldn’t help but stare. There was the starstruck look she was anticipating earlier. You were saving it for her. “What? Surprised I’m a real blonde?” She couldn’t help but tease you, loving the way you squirmed.

“You look beautiful.” You said as her expression softened. She took her time undressing you, her eyes flickering to the white-lace set you were wearing.

She hummed in approval, her thumb rubbing over the fabric covering one of your nipples, making you gasp. “So responsive for me.”

She took her time, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were a whimpering mess atop egyptian-cotton sheets. Only after that did she let you pleasure her. Afterwards, she brought you into the shower with her and gently wasehd off the evidence of your time together. You blushed when you saw the maids had tidied everything up while you were away. Ursula poured you a class of chilled water from her personal bar. “Hydrate,” she said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You lost a lot of fluids.”

You almost choked on the sip you took, eyes wide as you stared at her, mortification evident. Her expression softened and she sighed. “You have no reason to be embarrassed.” she palmed your cheek, “I enjoyed it as much as you did.” she poured herself a glass too, her eyes never leaving your body.

***

At dinner, Ursula and Titus sat across from each other, while their father, the imposing Chester Danforth sat at the head of the table. You felt very out-of-place to say the least. You sat next to Ursula, watching as servants arrived with platters of food. You smiled politely and thanked them whenever they put something in front of you. They looked almost started by the kindness, which didn’t escape you.

Chester watched with a raised brow as you attempted to make small-talk; from the weather to hobbies, asking him and Titus what they like to do in their free-time. You were completely oblivious. When you looked toward Ursula, your smile faded. She looked, almost, guilty. “What is it?” you asked, eyes flickering around at the three aristocrats.

“We’ll be having a party to celebrate your marriage,” Titus intercepted. “The most powerful families will be in attendance. I’m sure it would be a great opportunity for you to get a glimpse into our life.”

Ursula stood up abruptly, causing her chair to fall back and clatter against the floor. “If you’ll excuse me…” she left in a hurry, almost knocking down the butler.

You were about to go after her when Titus stopped you. “Don’t be clingy.”

Insecurity took over your posture as you squirmed in your seat. You didn’t say another word until you reached Ursula’s room. You knocked before entering. The woman you loved, who was always put-together, had tears rolling down her cheeks. “Urusla, are you alright?”

“These parties my family hosts,” she started. “Is our family’s way of, how do I put this? Hazing?”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking down. “I really thought they liked me…” you sounded so sad and it broke Ursula’s heart.

“They don’t dislike you, they just…don’t see you as equal. Not yet.”

“What do I need to do for them to accept me then?” you asked, desperate for their approval. You were always so desperate to please.

“It’s complicated, sweetheart.”

***

The night of the party, you made sure to look your best. You really wanted to make a good impression. Ursula was beside you the entire time, but she was tense, like she was protecting you. Chester Danforth insisted that you wear something delicate. You looked angelic, wearing a white slip-dress. It was a stark contrast compared to the dark, mostly black, wardrobe of the other guests. Ursula and Titus stood on either side of you, walking you up the stage of the ballroom. Chester Danfroth stood there, his expression unreadable. You looked out at the crowd of people before you, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a very special guest with us tonight,” he went on to introduce you, but all you could hear was the blood rushing to your ears as your heart raced. You hated being the centre of attention. “One person from each family will have the opportunity to play hide-and-seek tonight. Whoever catches our guest of honour will win a seat on the council. Whoever fails, will make Mr Le Bail very angry.”

Mr Le Bail? Who is Mr Le Bail?

***

“Hide until sunrise, sweetheart. Everything will be alright.” Is what she had said. You were covered in blood, some of it yours, most of it not. You watched the sun rise, trembling in the cool autumn air. You didn’t even hear Urusla’s voice as she called your name, shaking you, desperate to pull you out of the shock gripping your body.

“Look at me, sweetheart, please,” she was crying, watching helplessly as your eyelids fluttered. “I’m so sorry.” She kept repeating that phrase as the family’s team of personal physicians tried to stop the bleeding. You were bleeding out.

***

You woke up in Ursula’s bed, bandaged and bruised, an IV attached to you, administering fluids and morphine. She was holding your hand, and she gasped when you squeezed it. She brought you water and helped you sit up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you sighed, exhausted.

“I couldn’t,” she kissed your bandages knuckles. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was stabbed.”

“I’m sorry.” she looked genuinely remorseful, which meant a lot to you.

“Stop appologising,” you said, taking in her tearful expression. “I figured your family was into some fucked up shit.”

-No movie spoilers

-Word count: 1394

-Warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship (they’re married), no use of Y/N, no reader description, smut and fluff, cunnilingus, mention of scissoring (Titus is a dick), discussion of hypothetical children (reader is ovulating), mentions of blood (from a hunt), probably ooc, etc.

***

The scent of Ursula’s perfume wafted through the room as she put the finishing touches on her appearance. She caught your gaze in the vanity mirror, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I’m almost done, I promise.” She said, fumbling with the clasp of her necklace.

You stepped forward, gently swatting her hands away as you secured the piece. “You look lovely.”

Her hair was styled in waves down her back, her dress sleek and black, and her accessories delicate and gold. You pressed your face against her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled intoxicating as always. You could feel her pulse quicken underneath your lips as you pressed a soft kiss to her throat. “We’re going to be late.” She sighed, her pupils dilating as she stared at your reflections.

“I can be quick.” You murmured, trailing kisses along her shoulders. You helped her up, and with years of practice, expertly unziped her dress with one tug; the fabric slipped off her body and pooled around her feet. She pulled you into a passionate, face-eating, kiss as you made your way over to the plush, king-sized bed.

She fell back against the silk sheets, her eyes clouded with lust as you crawled on top of her. You kissed from her lips all the way down to her lace thong. You pulled the fabric away and slipped it into your purse, earning a chuckle from Ursula, who was watching your every move, propped up on her elbows.

Without hesitation, you lifted her legs over your shoulders and buried your face in her dripping cunt. A breathy moan escaped her throat as you licked at her core and sucked on her clit. She gripped and twisted the sheets in her hands, and you held her hips down as you continued eating her out like a woman starved.

She writhed under you, the sound of her moans echoing off the walls. Her legs started to tremble around your head, her thighs locking you in place. When she reached her orgasm, you lapped at her juices until she twitched with overstimulation.

You looked up at her, a grin curling on your lips. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, and there was a sheen of sweat covering her body. She looked magnificent. You went into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and running it under some warm water before returning. Gently, you cleaned her up, whispering praises and peppering kisses along her body.

“You did so well for me, love.” You kissed her cheek, stroking the other with your thumb. By some miracle, you were able to dress her back up in no time, retouching her makeup and hair as well.

As she grabbed her purse, she turned to you, palming your cheek. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes full of adoration. “I’ll be back to return the favour.” The mischievous glint in her eyes didn’t escape you.

***

Ursula didn’t return until midnight. She set her purse down on the dresser, careful not to wake you, before removing her jewellery and makeup. She stripped down to nothing as she adjusted the temperature in the shower, sighing with relief when the water hit her tense shoulders.

The meeting ran longer than she had anticipated, her mind wandering to you between the usual topics of politics and money. After she changed into her pyjamas and completed her nightly routine, she climbed into bed next to you.

She heard your soft, sleepy, moan and snapped her head in your direction. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” She gently scratched your scalp with her nails, admiring your peaceful expression.

“You didn’t…” you mumbled as you nuzzled your face into her chest. The two of you cuddled up like otters for the rest of the night.

Titus, and all his boundary issues, barged in the next morning just as you and Ursula were climbing off each other. He looked away, huffing in frustration as you both threw your clothes back on. “Fucking hell, Titus—“ you glared, eyes burning holes in the back of his skull.

“Sorry, I wasn’t aware the two of you were…scissoring?” He sounded a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t leave. “I need to speak with Ursula.”

You looked at your wife, her expression souring by the minute. She gave you a nod and you reluctantly got out of bed. “I’m going to shower.”

Even with the water running over your head, you could hear the twins arguing. You always worried when they’d argue; Titus had violent episodes, and you didn’t know what you’d do if he hurt her…or worse.

When you stepped out of the shower, it was too quiet for your liking. With nothing but a towel around you, you peaked your head out of the bathroom to see Ursula pacing around the Persian rug you’d gotten as a wedding gift. “My love, you’re wearing a hole in the floor.”

She ran a hand through her hair, that somehow remained perfect after a morning of orgasms. “He’s so difficult.”

With sympathy in your expression, you took her hand. “Maybe you should give him some leeway, hm?”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of—“

“I’m not saying give him control, I’m saying make him think he’s in control.” Your eyes wandered over her body, and she caught you doing it.

“You’re incorrigible.” She rolled her eyes, but there was no real malice behind it. You dropped your towel, but her eyes never left yours. She snaked her arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “You’re very horny as of late.”

“I’m ovulating.” You shrugged, a playful smirk on your lips.

“That explains it,” she teased, giving you a quick kiss. “Not that I mind, of course.”

“We need an heir, do we not?”

“If I could get you pregnant, I would.” She said lovingly.

“I would much rather if you got pregnant,” You kissed her this time. “I can see it now: twins.”

“Twins do run in the family…” Ursula sighed, picturing it: huge and miserable. “No, thanks.”

You laughed, giving her another kiss. “Go shower while I get dressed. We can discuss our hypothetical children later.”

While it was fun, neither one of you wanted to bring children into this life, this world. It would be cruel; to you, to Ursula, and to the child.

***

At luncheon, Titus gave his ideas for the Danforth’s annual holiday ball. Ursula and you usually planned most of it. The guest list had been procured months in advance. Politicians, celebrities, and other cult members would all be in attendance.

Surprisingly, Titus’ idea wasn’t the worst: a masquerade ball. When the invitations were sent out, each guest was given a different mask. There would be a raffle at the end of the night, names would be drawn, and whoever was picked, would be hunted.

No one in the Danforth family would have their name drawn, of course, but the other guests didn’t need to know that.

As guests arrived at the estate, they were greeted by Titus, Ursula, and you. No one dared to turn down an invitation like this.

People drank and danced until eight, when everyone gathered around for the raffle. Five people were picked; a politician, a businessman, an athlete, an actor, a musician, and an architect. All people who sold their souls. All apart of the Le Bail organisation.

The hunt was merciless to say the least, all dead before sunrise. Ursula and Titus were covered in blood, but you didn’t like to get your hands dirty. You helped your wife scrub off the blood and grime after everyone went to their guest-rooms. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Enjoying oneself isn’t the point.”

“No, but Titus looked like he enjoyed himself.” You said, remembering his completely blood-soaked figure coming back to the estate.

“Can we not talk about my brother?” Ursula pleaded, visibly tense. He always made her tense.

“I’m sorry,” you said, rinsing her off. “I got you something…maybe it’ll cheer you up?”