#Kathryn Hahn x You

[ellastone-olsen]

Plush-Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: GP!Natasha Romanoff × f!reader

Summary:After a long, difficult mission, Natasha come back home. It's been the most exhausting week of her life and you, as her sweet loving girlfriend, decide to take care of her.

Warnings: NSWF, bottom!Nat, top!reader, dry humping, blowjob, breeding, dirty talk, praise, aftercare, little fluff and hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.6k

AN: I remembered my love for Natasha and especially for the bottom Natasha, I promise someday I will write a fic without smut

In the silence of the spacious apartment, the front door slammed. Something seemed to fall on the floor, then there was the sound of running water in the bathroom. You became wary and got out of bed, putting the book on the nightstand. The door was only closed and you quietly looked through the crack where the light was coming from to understand who had just climbed into your and Natasha’s apartment.

A shock of red hair flashed and you relaxed. Natasha got back, but... something was wrong. You knocked and quietly entered; the woman was sitting with her back to you in the bath, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Babe? Hi, I missed you so much, did something happen?...” You fell silent when you got a better look at her back. All covered in bruises and scratches. Natasha turned her head and smiled at you over her shoulder, it seems her face suffered no less. "Hi дорогая (sweetheart)" She said quietly, “I brought you a small gift, it’s in a bag in the hallway..”

You cut her off and walked over to take her face in your hands. She was covered in dirt, her lip was clearly broken. Natasha looked like a beaten kitten. “Oh my god baby what happened to you?” Fear settled in your eyes and she turned her head to rub her cheek against your palm and then kiss it. "It's been a terrible week." She wheezed. “I just want to take a bath and go to bed please.”

You nodded and rubbed the pad of your thumb over her slightly sore cheekbone. “Should I help you?” She shook her head in protest and directed the shower stream onto her sore back. "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the room." You walked out and closed the door behind you.

After 20 minutes, the sound of the water stopped and Natasha came out with only a towel on her hips. Her chest didn't look as bruised as her back, but there were still yellow bruises on her abs. She sighed and found clean house clothes in the closet. “Wait, I’ll treat your back, don’t get fully dressed.” The woman pulled on loose sweatpants and sat on the edge of the bed. You took out the first aid kit and moistened a piece of cotton wool with an antibacterial agent, barely touching it, wiping her wounds.

“Everything didn’t go according to plan. I should have already left there, but I was delayed and I got the worst of it because I was protecting the weight.” You listened to her without stopping your work. “Damn, it hurts.” “Shhhh I know my love, I know.” You applied healing ointment. When you finished, your hands rested on her shoulders, gently kneading her tired muscles. "I'm so happy you're with me again." A small moan escaped Natasha’s lips in response to your actions. The hands moved to her neck and then dropped back down. “You did great, let me take care of you.” You bit your earlobe and your hands slid to the redhead's breasts. Natasha’s breathing quickened as you played with her nipples and squeezed her soft breasts.

“Oh damn Y/N.” The woman's hips jumped up and you noticed the bulge forming in her pants. You grinned and turned her head towards you for a soft kiss, but almost immediately Natasha's tongue begged for permission to enter your mouth. "No no, I'm in charge here today." You said as you pulled away and grabbed her rock hard cock with your hand through the fabric her house pants. She sighed noisily, the woman's head leaned back on your shoulder while you stroked her length, watching as a small wet spot appeared on her pants. Your lips touched her neck, your teeth biting the sensitive skin. Whining began to come from Natasha. "What do you want baby?" Your hands were stroked wherever they could reach. “You..” The redhead’s thoughts were confused. "More concrete." You said sternly and squeezed her balls. It was so good, so good the redhead thought that she would cum just from this. "Fuck...Y/N please. I need your mouth, your hands, your pussy on my cock."

You moved to the floor between her legs and slowly pulled the gray sweatpants down her legs. Her throbbing cock jumped out and hit Natasha's stomach. The tip was leaking pre-cum and looked red and sensitive. She could hide it, but when you took the initiative into your own hands, it turned her on more than being on top, she went crazy when such a cute little thing like you did whatever you wanted with her.

You collected her pre-cum starting to stroke Natasha's length, obscene squelching sounds filling the room. She began to push into your hand, but you held her back, prohibiting any action on her part. "I told you. I'm in charge." With that, you wrapped your lips around her tip and took every inch of her cock into your mouth until your nose touched the woman's stomach. The redhead's head fell back from this sight, her hands clutching the sheets so as not to start fucking your mouth. "Fuck oh god baby." You continued to suck, looking into the green eyes from above, one of your hands fell between your legs, starting to rub your swollen clit through the fabric of underwear. Not only Natasha enjoyed this, you liked sucking her dick even more than fucking her. You realized how sensitive you both were now and before at least one of you came, you stopped and stood up.

"Lie on your back." You commanded and the redhead climbed to the head of your shared plush bed, taking the desired position. The woman watched as you took off your panties, but left your light housedress on and took out the lube from the cabinet nearby bed. Cold thick liquid dripped onto her length and she twitched, you quickly warmed and rubbed it, and then pressed your soaked folds against her length to slide and rub. "Please baby. I can't take it anymore." She felt that she would cum at any moment. With every movement, your clit hit her red tip, making you even wetter. Your nails dripped into her shoulders as you processed what she said. Your hips began to move faster. “That’s it Natty don’t hold back, cum for me.” Her hands flew up to your hips, helping you move against her. Her hips still began to jerk involuntarily and within seconds ropes of her cum fell onto her flat stomach. "Fuck Y/N oh god." You were still grinding her cock prolonging her orgasm, your hand reached out and the tip of your finger gathered her release. You put it in your mouth, tasting it as if Natasha was the most expensive dish in the world. The redhead's eyes darkened at this sight and her dick twitched, she so needed to be inside you.

"Mmmm I didn't even have to try to make you cum. And you're still so hard." You leaned down and press your lips onto her, licking the stinging wound. “Do you want another round Natty? Although your dick speaks for you..” You stood up to finally line up the tip with swollen folds, rubbing your clit with it a little.

In one motion, you sank down Natasha’s cock, taking the entire length at once. The feeling of your warm wet walls around her made her ready to explode instantly, she was still so sensitive. Your hands grabbed hers and pinned they to the bed as you began to ride her quickly. "Oh yeah Fuck baby I love your big fat cock so much." Your thighs slapped against her, wetness flowing between your bodies. Her tip hit the sensitive spot inside you every time. "Do you want to cum in me Natty? Fill me up to the brim. I'm going to love it so much." The redhead nodded quickly and buried her face in the pillows, you grabbed her and turned her back. "Look at me when I fuck you." From the fast pace and your rude words, Natasha’s orgasm was approaching at breakneck speed. One of her hands moved away from your grip and her thumb rested on your swollen clit. "Oh fuck fuck cum with me baby. Come on, can you do it for me Natty?"

She did it, how could Natasha upset you? The feeling of her cum inside you made you see stars and your pussy milked her cock dry. Your legs shook and you fell into Natasha's arms, her hands rubbing circles on your back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

You lay together in this position for a few more minutes, after which you slowly got off Natasha and her cum immediately flowed out of you, dripping onto her stomach. The redhead reached over to the bedside table and grabbed wet wipes to clean herself and you. "Thanks babe." You kissed her gratefully and lay down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

You both closed your eyes and began to fall asleep when Natasha suddenly jumped up and walked towards the corridor. "I forgot about my gift." Her voice came muffled. She walked back into room holding something behind her back. You sat up, taking an upright position. "What do you have there?" Natasha pulled out her gift from behind her back and you laughed. "Plush seal? Oh my God, he has such a funny face." The redhead frowned. "What don't you like?" "Oh I really like it, give it here." You lay down again hugging a new toy. “Are you going to sleep with it now and not with me?” The woman feigned offense and lay down with her back to you.

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[zafirosreverie]

Always been like this (Agatha x F!Reader)

For: @tryingmybest233333 hope you like it!

Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.

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"That bitch!"

"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"

“When is it not Y/N, Wanda?” Agnes rolled her eyes.

The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.

Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.

However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.

The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.

It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.

"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.

It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.

“Agnes” she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass “why do you hate Y/N so much?”

"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself

"But why does she hate you?"

"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."

Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.

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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.

Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.

"It's about Agnes" she said softly.

"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance

"N-nothing…I think" she responded quickly "it's just…I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"

You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.

"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."

"That…isn't that the same as hating her?"

"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."

"I know Agnes can be… difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"

"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"

You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.

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"You're a bitch"

"You love me for that"

Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.

"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"

"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.

"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.

“I’m sure” you laughed.

The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.

"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered

"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.

"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"

"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled

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[agathasangel]

Playing House (alpha!agatha harkness x omega!reader)

this is my first time doing anything omegaverse so yeah

warnings: omegaverse, mommy kink, kinda unhealthy relationship, professor!alpha!agatha, innocence/corruption kink, legal age gap, smut

word count: 1778

summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right?

You didn’t honestly expect that Agatha would want to be your alpha. Out of the kindness of her heart, she had taken you under her wing. At the time she was your neighbor, and a professor at the local college, which you had attended. You didn’t expect anything more than that.

Your first semester, you lived in a small apartment by yourself. You had made some friends, two betas and an alpha, and you were doing well in your classes. At first. The stress got to you quickly though. Your parents began to fight and told you they were splitting up at the same time as your friends turned on you. Your performance in your classes started to drop as well. You only had one good thing left, and that was your History of Witchcraft class with professor Agatha Harkness.

Agatha was a beautiful older woman who also happened to live on your floor. She was always kind to you and made sure you were okay.

“Hey, superstar. I heard you crying, are you okay? You wanna come over, have some company while you study? I can make you dinner.”

“I- I don’t want to bother you. I’m sorry you heard.”

“No bother at all, I’m serious. I just want to help you. God, this place is so tiny. Mine has a lot more space if you’re interested.” You came over to her apartment and spent a lovely, peaceful evening with her. You felt happy and less lonely. She did make dinner for you, and she didn’t make you talk about your problems. She just sat with you, being there if you needed her.

You would sometimes come over to her apartment just to talk, just to feel you had someone in your corner. You knew Agatha was an alpha, you could smell it on her, but you never discussed it. You assumed your attraction to her was probably not returned, as she had not yet made a move and you were so much younger than she was, and such a mess. You were there more and more, until you practically lived together. You even fell asleep on her couch from time to time and she would take care not to wake you, tucking you in and making some extra coffee the next morning.

Things changed between the two of you, slowly at first. You spent even more time with her, cuddling her and studying together and having fun. Your liked to cook for her, and you thought it was fun to play house a bit with the older, more experienced alpha. It fulfilled a fantasy you had that you didn’t think was possible. But she always played along, and was loving and caring.

“You’re just adorable, baby. You made this for me?” She would say after you surprised her with dinner.

“Of course!”

You also liked to bake, and were quite good at it. You would use your talent to impress Agatha every chance you got, and it worked.

“That’s amazing. You’re gonna make some alpha really happy one day, hon.”

Agatha never acknowledged that you were an omega before. You were sure that she knew, but she never said anything about it. If you were honest, the fact that she was acknowledging it at all excited you.

Agatha liked to show that she could be protective of you as well.

“It’s okay, little one. Mama’s got you,” she would say, possessively wrapping an arm around you as you watched a scary movie. She often referred to herself as mama or mommy and eventually got you to call her by those names as well. One day she suggested that the two of you begin sharing her bed instead of you sleeping on her pull-out couch like you’ve been.

“It might be good for you. Comforting. I know you get nightmares and it might be nice to have mommy to look out for you, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me sleep in your bed.”

You were adorably naive, oblivious to the alpha’s obvious attraction to you. To everyone else it seemed shameless, the older woman doting on you and constantly being with you. But you just took it as the affection you needed. Her being nice to you, almost too nice. You didn’t seriously think she wanted you like that. But then, you didn’t see the way Agatha stared when you weren’t paying attention, the way she watched you as you slept peacefully next to her. You didn’t know that the real reason Agatha would often shift her body when you cuddled up to her was so you wouldn’t feel her arousal. You had no idea how your scent drove her crazy, and never questioned how she would disappear into the bathroom increasingly often as your scent began to be a permanent fixture of the house. Agatha managed to control herself, knowing she would scare you off if she moved the relationship too fast. But this was killing her. She wanted you more than anything in the world.

Everything changed one day, when you were busy studying for finals. Your last semester you managed to pass, but your grades weren’t great. You desperately wanted to ace this semester and raise your gpa, and you were studying so hard that you forgot something vital.

You forgot to take your heat suppressants.

Shit.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t focus on studying anymore, that was for sure. And Agatha was away. Even if she was with you, would she want to be your alpha? Would she be uncomfortable? You knew Agatha would surely be able to tell.

And oh, she could tell. The second Agatha got home, she could smell it. You were in heat. It was time.

“You okay there, superstar? Need a little help?”

“I- I’m okay! Don’t worry about me Aggie…”

“No. Don’t do that,” Agatha said as she came over to you, “Stop pretending you don’t want me. I’ve been so patient, taking care of you and convincing you and making sure I don’t scare you. And now you need me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d want to be with me…”

“What did you think this was then, little one? You didn’t think I wanted you? You didn’t think you’ve been driving me crazy? Of course you didn’t. Sweet, innocent thing.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This woman you loved and wanted felt the same way about you. She gently rested her hands on you and propped you up against some pillows. She felt you shaking.

“My poor little girl. Poor baby,” Agatha said, teasingly rubbing her hands on your inner thighs, covered in slick.

“Mommy… please…”

“Baby, I think it’s only fair that you feel what you do to me before I make you feel better. You’ve been such a tease. Feel, baby.”

She grabbed your hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants, her bulge apparent. You rubbed it a bit and she let out a low groan.

“That feels so fucking good baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You whined, growing more impatient. Agatha spread your thighs and rubbed her clothed bulge against your aching pussy.

“Please, mommy! Take me, claim me! I need you to be my alpha, please. Please I want you mommy…”

“Aww, your begging is adorable, baby. Have you wanted me all this time? And you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you… ugh…”

“God, you’re so fucking naive. You’re a pretty, sweet little omega. Why would you ever think the alpha you live with wouldn’t notice you? Wouldn’t be desperate to make you hers?”

You had never really thought of yourself that way. You didn’t think you were the type of omega that someone like Agatha would be so completely desperate for. But you were, and she was.

“Make me yours, Alpha. Please.”

Agatha took it slow at first, starting with one finger, as you whined and begged for more.

She added another finger, while teasing you.

“You’re such a sweet thing. You’ve never even had an alpha before have you? You’ve gone this long without being satisfied, just trying to take your heat suppressants and live life on your own?”

And another finger.

“Poor baby. That’s not what an Omega needs. Cute little Omegas like you need an Alpha to take care of them, to own them. You’ve shown me during all these months we’ve lived together that that’s what you need. You keep pretending to be my wife, cooking and cleaning and decorating. It’s adorable, and I knew exactly what it meant. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

“I want you to be my Alpha! I want you to own me!”

“That’s right, baby. Now that you’re all warmed up, let’s finally start this.” Agatha pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss, but knew something better was coming as she began taking her clothes off. Under her shirt was a lacy black bra, and she unzipped her fly.

“Mommy needs to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Please, Mommy. Please, I can’t wait any longer! I need your pups inside me!”

“Oh you do, don’t you?” Said Agatha as she entered you, causing a loud, shaky moan of pure pleasure to fall out of you. “You want Mommy to knot you, to fill you up, trapped inside you until she’s satisfied?”

You nodded frantically and begged for more, harder, it felt so good to be filled up and stretched so thoroughly.

“You’re so big, Mommy! It’s so good, you feel so good!”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, little one, you’re gonna be my perfect little Omega fucktoy! Yes, that feels better than I imagined. I’m- baby- is it really okay if I knot you, if I give you a bite, I think I’m about to-“

“Please! Knot me! Claim me! I want to be yours forever, I want your pups, please…”

You felt Agatha growing even bigger inside of you and figured this must be her knot. You have never in your whole life felt a pleasure this intense, and it was intensified as Agatha bit down on your neck as she came inside of you. You gave her a matching bite as she continued to rut inside you as you finally came.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I love you, my little angel. You’ll be so happy with me, I promise I’ll give you the best life.”

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[getlostsquidward]

dying in your lips is how i wanna go

pairing: demon!agatha harkness x reader

a/n: re-fucking-post because it isnt showing in the tags

summary: agatha has done well on keeping her desire to ravish you under control in fears that she might scare you away, until one day, she snaps.

warnings: 18+, agatha has a penis, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal, praise and degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumflation, cockwarming, porn with a sprinkle of fluff

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“The devil is in the details.”

“That's not the only place he is.”

Agatha has warned you from the beginning, but you kept brushing her off. Not that you don't believe her, you do, being a witch and all that. You often joked that Agatha meeting you was because of a spell you botched, accidentally summoning her, and now she has to live with you because you don't know how to send her back.

You'd keep on telling her that she is the most beautiful demon you've laid your eyes on, but you haven't seen her true form.

About her true self, and how she might lose the semblance of humanity that she'd acquired from centuries of blending in with mortals—lose control, go berserk, and heaven knows what.

It has been long since she's indulged in her diabolical desires, and with you under her, with that beautiful shade of lipstick smearing on your cheeks and her cock—she knows there's only a short amount of time until she unleashes her demons.

You were so occupied sucking her that you didn't notice the nails buried in your hair starting to grow and sharpen. Agatha herself was lost in the way your cheeks would hollow, the gagging sounds music to her ears as she fucks your throat—that she doesn't feel her tail coming forth, the appendage seemingly with its own mind, slithering towards your still lace-clothed cunt.

You moaned both from pleasure, and surprise—was that Agatha? 

Briefly, you let go of her cock, your eyes locked on to the pale purple color as it starts to bleed into her alabaster skin. Her fingers, you notice, are stained black up to the knuckles; her nails, always kept short, were long and sharp and claw-like.

When you made no move to escape, her tail began to creep towards your mouth, the pointy and tongue-like end prodding between your lips. As your tongue made contact with it, Agatha whined under her breath, telling you there's more than her fingers and cock that will have their turns inside you.

Agatha's pupils are blown, gradually spreading over her bright blue irises until her whole eyes become pitch black. It should be enough to have you run away in fear, but you stay glued to where you are, looking up at her with sparkling eyes and parted swollen lips. So small. So vulnerable. All for her to break.

Her soft spot for you has her starved, keeping herself from ravishing you wholly, only indulging in kissing and dry humping—afraid that if things went too far and she let herself feed on your lust, she'll scare you away and lose you.

But with you offering yourself on a silver platter, who is she to deny?

Curled horns start to sprout from her head, along with her pointy ears, and finally, her wings–huge and bat-like, spreading freely given the enormous space of the room.

You thought that that was the last of it until she grew taller, almost seven-foot in your quick estimate. Of course, along with the growth spurt is her cock.

Goodness gracious.

You stare at it, unconsciously licking your lips at the thought of it absolutely railing the living lights out of you.

The woman– demon in front of you could kill you with her bare hands, thighs, and wings, and you find yourself aroused beyond measure. 

Agatha caresses your cheeks with a finger, her tail slithering out of your lips. “Penny for your thoughts, Y/N.”

“Ruin me, Agatha,” mindlessly, you pleaded. Agatha smirks, the lust that radiates off of you sating some of her hunger—but she needs more. “Make me yours.”

“Mm, but you're already mine, aren't you? My pretty little human.”

Agatha leans down, pressing her lips to yours. 

Your hands fly around her neck to stabilize yourself, your knees going weak with the way she's practically devouring your mouth—her forked tongue demanding entrance and slides with yours.

She hooks her hands on your thighs as she lifts you up so easily like a rag doll. Your legs hook around her waist in turn, her cock hard and stiff against your stomach. Agatha pulled away with a whine, as she settles you down gently on the faux fur on the floor—the beds and the tables not sturdy enough for her.

Your breath catches in your throat as she towers over you once again in all her infernal glory—all that was left was her fucking you raw. You want– no, need to have that devilish cock in your cunt.

Prying your thighs apart, you watch her with bated breath as her mouth lavishes your core, her tongue licking stripes from your clit, swirling on your entrance, even reaching up to your ass. Agatha's mouth is so wet and hot and your pussy clenches around nothing as she eats you out like her last meal. Her hand crawls across your stomach, her nails grazing leaving trails in their wake. She reaches out to your breasts, her thumb and forefinger playing with your puckered buds.

Agatha rises between your legs, her smile showing her sharpened teeth and fangs—so sinister, yet so beautiful. She removes her hand from one of your nipples and replaces it with her tongue, licking and sucking and soaking your chest with drool, which quickly cools with the air.

One hand slips between your bodies, finding the warmth she so craves. Two of her fingers enter you immediately as her thumb plays with your clit. Agatha relishes the obscene squelching sound your cunt makes. She feels you clenching around her digits, and slows her thrusts. You whine when she removes her fingers, feeling so empty. “Uh-uh, sweets. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

She has no doubts that your pussy will swallow her huge dick greedily, but she licks you again, and again, for good measure. “I can't get enough of this fucking pussy. You taste heavenly, my pretty slut.”

Before you can say anything, if there's still anything/ left for you to say, her cock slides into you in one sharp thrust, not even letting you breathe for a second.

Oh well, you've been waiting for it.

Agatha lifts your legs up to her shoulders so she can reach into you deeply, your heels digging into her skin as she fucks you relentlessly. With watery eyes, you watch her wings flutter with every push.

Her cock stretches your cunt and you're sure she's reached your cervix. As she pounds into you mercilessly, you feel another appendage, her tail, creeping up on your ass hole. With the seemingly endless slick your pussy releases, it slides into your ass with no trouble. You throw your head back, eyes on the ceiling as your mouth falls open in silent screams and breathy moans.

“Look at you, so pretty all filled up…Do you want me to pump you even fuller with my cum? Gonna fuck my babies into you. I bet you'd want that, hm? My dirty whore?”

“Yes, fuck me! I want all your cum inside me, please, Agatha! Fuck– right there! I'm– please– gonna cum…” you babble out nonsense, mind heady with pleasure and desire to be bred by this painfully hot demon.

//

You've lost count of how many times Agatha made you cum—not that you were counting anyway. She carried your pliant body around as she maneuvers you in whatever position she thought of, her energy and stamina bottomless. 

Every part of your body feels sore and you think you need a whole week of sleep to regain your strength. You weren't complaining, though. Not every person can say they had such out-of-this-world sex.

Agatha's cum seemed bottomless too as she filled your womb up, your belly now bloated with all of her. She rests for a good few seconds before going again–and you wonder, why did the two of you have to resist each other?

And the way she empties herself into you wasn't a slow spurt of white hot cum, no– it was like a fucking high-pressure hose. Agatha just kept cumming, your name rolling off her tongue, with Your cunt feels so good, You're made for me–only for me along the lines.

Her words make you feel so fuzzy, and you're so ready to take all of it.

It didn't take too long before your belly rounded like a pregnant woman in her full term, ready to pop. Agatha tugged at your hair gently to whisper in your ear, “I love you, my pretty little human,” she pants in between words, and this time you feel that her endless cum finally had its end. Her cock is still buried in your pussy as she shrinks down to her human size. “Mine.”

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tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @thenazwife @p-nymph @wandakink @phattypoobutt @starrknessblog @gmtsu @inlovewithagathaharkness80

#gls kinktober 2022 #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #kathryn hahn x reader

[dmysterioblog]

Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n. 

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist. 

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

#fic rec #tony stark x reader #lady tremaine x reader #evelyn deavor x reader #agatha harkness x reader #lilith ritter x reader #loki x reader #valkyrie x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #bucky x you #lou miller #jake lockley x fem!reader #hela x reader #hela odinsdottir x reader #dark!marvel #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader

[harksness]

The Comfort of Rain

A/N: Hi!!! I'm back after another long hiatus!!! It has Not been my year and I feel bad for abandoning this blog lmao :,) I've really missed writing, especially for Agatha and I'm excited to start again. I have some stuff planned!! So stay tuned!! + I wanted to keep the Readers stressors as ambiguous as possible so anyone could project their situation onto this fic but yeah I hope u all enjoy and find some comfort in it like I did <3

Also I just finished editing this and it's 1AM so if I missed any nonsense... oops.

Thank u to the lovely person who requested this! <3<3

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, I think. As always, lmk if I missed any!

Coming by sleep has been hard recently. It’s always hard when life keeps taking from you, taking and taking until you’ve given everything you have to give. And then it keeps expecting more, demanding more, pushing you to your limits until you break. Sleep is impossible, at this point. How could you possibly rest when you’re so stressed out that anxiety has plagued you to the point of nausea for days? Sleep isn’t an option. Why would your brain allow you such a simple comfort?

The only thing that slows your racing mind is the steady thrumming of rain against the window. It quiets those anxious voices and stressful thoughts possessing you. You smush the side of your face into the cool sliding glass door, and it soothes your puffy, red eye.

Rain is, quite possibly, the greatest natural comfort in life.

You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and although the hardwood floors are extremely uncomfortable to rest on, you find yourself curling into the sliding glass door, as if trying to immerse yourself in the image in front of you.

Your heart weighs heavy in your chest, like a rock weighing you down. You don’t even flinch when a loud crack sounds far beyond the safety of your home, a bolt of lighting flashing through the sky. Your apartment lights up momentarily, and just as quickly as the light had appeared, it’s gone. The rain is doing nothing to fill the empty silence of your apartment, the echo of a ticking clock somewhere in your home ringing through the dark.

Your eyes are droopy and heavy with exhaustion, tired from crying. And yet, you still can’t find sleep. Then, you hear it. Cutting through the dead silence, just loud enough to hear over the rain- the familiar creak of your front door opening. You tilt your head slightly to your right, just barely enough so that you can see the entrance to your home. Warm, yellow light pools in through the open door, cutting through the cold darkness, and you can make out a familiar silhouette. A small smile cracks onto your features as you watch her enter, pulling a suitcase in behind her.

You’re grinning ear to ear. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Agatha closes and locks the door, abandoning her suitcase next to her. You watch as she toes off her sneakers, reaching to turn on the living room light.

“Ag’s, you’re home!”

Your voice is heavy with exhaustion but alight with excitement. Agatha pauses, freezing just as she was about to flick the light switch. She drops her arm, and though you can’t clearly make out her features from across the apartment, you know that she sees you.

Agatha knows right away that you’re not okay.

Her sock clad feet softly pad across the living room, and then across the kitchen before she reaches you at the sliding glass door by your dining table. You’re looking up at her from where you’re curled into the window, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.

“I missed you.”

Your words are a whisper, so soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. She smiles softly, crouching down to your level. Now, you can finally make out some of her features in the darkness.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Agatha raises a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She then moves her hand to pet all your stray hairs into place carefully, taking the time to smooth them down against your head.

“Why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor, silly girl?”

She coos softly, her voice so gentle and gushing with so much affection and kindness that you feel safe in her words. She’s like the rain. Her tone, the way she speaks, everything about her. The way she looks at you, her eyes, her considerate touch, it all makes you feel so safe and comfortable you could just melt in her arms.

“I can’t sleep so I decided to watch the rain.”

You mumble in response, your voice scratchy and eyes still sore from how you had been crying earlier. She presses her lips into a firm line, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studies you. Now, that’s when you know that she knows that something is wrong. Quickly, she masks her worried gaze by smiling softly at you. 

Agatha stands, the steady thrumming of rain playing as background music to the scene unfolding between you and Agatha in your dark kitchen. It’s deathly quiet otherwise, the silence is so thick and hanging heavy in the air as it often does in the late hours of the night and the very early hours of the morning. As if one wrong move, one loud noise would wake the entire world.

Agatha bends over slightly, holding her hand out to you.

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

You blink dumbly up at her form for a moment, all of her features cast in a gray tint and shadows. A crack of lightning splits through the sky behind you, roaring loudly and once again lighting up your apartment for a brief moment. And in that brief moment you’re allowed a quick look at Agatha in color. Her rosy cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, soft pink lips and messy brown hair you could run your fingers through all day. You melt at the sight of her before she’s cast in black and white again, and you take her hand.

Agatha pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she begins to guide you across the kitchen and into your living room. You're grateful for her guidance, considering the darkness, and that you're sleep deprived, along with your head being stuffy from all the crying. She guides you to the couch, and you sink your weight into the soft cushions as she stands above you, hands on your shoulders.

“That’s it.. Sit right there, baby.. Good girl.”

She coos softly, her voice gentle and as sweet as honey. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up with her, a yawn forcing its way out of your throat. Agatha tugs softly at the edge of the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders, and once your yawn has settled it takes you a moment to process what she’s doing. You scrunch up your face in confusion.

“You’ve been on the floor, sweetheart.. That blanket is filthy. Lemme get us a clean one.”

Her voice remains gentle and patient, she pauses, waiting for you to relent. You do after a moment, releasing your tight hold on the fabric so that she can unwind it from your body.

The second the chilly air of the apartment kisses your skin, a shiver trails up your spine and your shoulders shake as a result of it. You pout a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. Agatha grins at you, a teasing edge to her smile. But that typical taunting edge is blunted when she speaks.

“You’re such a freeze baby.”

She coos, dropping the dirty blanket on the floor before she takes the hem of the soft, purple sweater that she's wearing into her fingers and begins to pull it off. She’s shadowed in darkness, but you can make out the tight black tank top she’s wearing underneath her favorite sweater, her mess of brown curls trailing after her head as she pulls the sweater off.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get cold.”

You mutter softly, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion. Agatha quirks a curious eyebrow at you, holding out the bunched up fabric for you to take.

“You’re always stealing this sweater from me, every chance that you get. Now that I’m offering it to you, I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want it?”

Agatha is grinning, shaking it playfully, as if to tempt you. Like tempting a dog with a toy. Still, you eye her suspiciously. She sighs.

“I promise I won’t get cold.”

Reluctantly, you reach out and take the sweater dangling from her hand. 

“Good girl.”

She grins at your compliance.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

She seals her promise with a kiss against your forehead. She turns, making her way through your dark apartment and towards your shared bedroom. You frown softly, closing your eyes to allow yourself a moment of rest as you grab the sweater abandoned in your lap and blindly pull it over your head. You don’t even care if you put it on wrong, it’s still warm, extremely soft and comfortable, and it smells like Agatha. That’s your four basic needs for survival right now.

You’ve always been obsessed with this sweater. It’s just as much your favorite as it is Agatha’s, but for different reasons. She wasn’t wrong when she mentioned how you constantly steal it from her. You do. No matter how many times you wash it, it still smells like Agatha. The smell that's distinctly and uniquely her, that smell that makes your heart turn to mush and the dorkiest smile break out onto your face immediately upon registering it. You run your fingers of the impossibly soft fabric, forcefully peeling your heavy eyelids open to glance out the window.

It’s still raining. 

It’s let up a bit, but not a lot. The thrumming against the windows is softer. Some moonlight is actually clearly making its way through. Shuffling sounds from the hallway, and you shift your eyes over to see Agatha, her wild locks somewhat tamed in a bun piled atop her head. She’s in the same black tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing moments ago, the only notable wardrobe change being that she peeled off her socks as she pads around on bare feet. She has your softest blankets piled in her arms as she approaches you.

She smiles softly as she sets down the stack of blankets on the couch next to you, gesturing her hand in a vague motion.

“Turn around, face the window.. Please, honey.”

She directs you, and you obey thoughtlessly, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting horizontally with the couch, the back cushions brushing against your arm as you glance over your shoulder at her. Agatha moves behind you, pressing her front against your back and trapping you between her legs. She grabs a blanket and lays it across your lap and her legs, tucking you in.

“What are you doing?”

Your voice is soft, still a bit scratchy from your crying earlier in the night. It cuts through the silence of the quiet apartment like a knife, the muffled sound of rain beating against the window doing nothing to fill the silence.

“You couldn’t sleep so you wanted to watch the rain, right?”

Agatha asks, shuffling behind you. She wraps her arms around your front, blanket in her hands as she tucks it around the both of you. Your love pulls you to her chest, and you shift down enough to where you can rest your head on her shoulder. She tilts her head, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“So, we’re going to watch the rain together.”

She speaks softly against your skin, her breath tickling you a bit as she holds you close, guiding you so that you both are resting against the cushions of the couch. You’re facing the window with a perfect view as rain droplets continue to splatter against the glass.

Your heart constricts at her words. You don’t know why, but it causes something to snap in you. An overwhelming wave of emotion drowns you, and you find yourself tilting your head and burying your face into her arm as you begin to cry. You can’t seem to hold yourself together as your cries escalate into sobs, and unlike your breakdown earlier, you feel the tension in your chest release. The knot of anxiety burrowed in your heart begins to untangle, a bit of a weight lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you’re not alone.

Agatha knows you so well. Better than you know yourself, apparently.

She holds you tighter, comfortingly running her hands up and down your skin as she shushes you. You cry into her arm, finally finding what you needed in her embrace and her love.

“It’s alright love, I’ve got you.”

She speaks softly into your hair, pressing another kiss to your head. 

Agatha Harkness is more comforting than the rain.

#Agatha Harkness x Reader #Agatha Harkness/Reader #Agatha Harkness x Y/N #Agatha Harkness x You #Kathryn Hahn x Reader #Kathryn Hahn x Y/N #chemvel

[fakeagatha]

A/N: I swear I haven't forgotten about my requests

Needles | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You give Agatha a tongue piercing.

Word count: 224

Warnings?: Needles, doing piercings

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"Okay, stay still for me..." You told Agatha, your girlfriend, who was currently sitting in front of you with her mouth open, as you have a piercing clamp on her tongue.

She breathed, "Ah hah," watching you as you pulled out a needle.

Her eyes widened slightly, "Ith it gawnna hurth?" She looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Aggs, I'm shoving a needle through your tongue, what do you think?" You chuckled, "Don't worry, I've heard the pain isn't the worst." You somewhat reassured, as she nodded. "Dtho it."

You eyed her tongue carefully, "Okay, three, two... One," You said, quickly and smoothly managing to pierce the needle through her tongue.

"AHHHHHH!" You heard her yell, and you panicked, "What?! Was it that bad?" You stared at her, not even having inserted the jewelry yet.

She shrugged, "Thath... Wasn' so bath..." She babbled, and you raised an eyebrow.

"What're you screaming for then?" And she simpled laughed at you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you poked the bar through and screwed on the top, making her wince slightly.

"All good?" You checked in, and she simply nodded.

You sanitized her tongue one more time, before Agatha stood up, sticking out her tongue and looking at herself in the mirror, staying silent for a few seconds.

"Can we do a dimple pierthing too?"

#agatha harkness #wandavision #kathryn hahn #agatha all along #agatha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you

[praiseharkness]

Honeyblooded — Part 2

(Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

part 1.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: A few weeks after Agatha Harkness started lecturing as the professor for the History course at the University of Westview, you get to know her mysterious yet alluring assistant, Wanda Maximoff. Tension starts to arise when the woman stands between you and Agatha, and your strange, evolving relationship.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 9k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: minors DNI, NSFW, blood, dom!agatha, sub!reader, dream smut, mouth fuck, blood kink, mentions of violence, vampire!Agatha, vampire!Wanda (as of this chapter).

𝗮/𝗻: hello! i'm terribly sorry that it took such a long time for me to update again, but mental illnesses happened. and still are happening. this semester in general hasn't been easy, and i can't really say that i'm in a great place right now, mentally speaking. i've been clinically diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety, adhd, and autism this past month, and am seeking professional help since then. i'm managing to get by, and this chapter is the result of my will to write no matter what :') unfortunately, i will be taking an official break after this to focus on a wanda/agatha project and my studies for an indefinite time. thanks so much to my beta and partner-in-crime @scarlets-maximoff, and thanks to anyone who's still reading this <3

You never imagined how fast your body would adapt to Agatha’s lectures, not when each of them provided a fresh sensory overload, a remembrance— that you were as sensitive as a livewire to the smell of lavender in full bloom, the sight of gold soaking in pools of light, the sharp coolness of a voice. Your senses seemed to take it all in, learn every reaction spurred on by Agatha, whether through gestures or words. It felt familiar and unfamiliar at once, though unnerving at times— when shivers would run down your spine under the diligence of a stare; your skin would burn to carve the ghost of a faint touch. You couldn’t name— whatever those were. 

And then again, you were reminded of how rare it was to sense warmth spread across the span of your body, or for anticipation to crest more than once in the swell of your chest on monday evenings. The fact that you scarcely knew how to articulate the various forms that your heart would pinwheel forward at the mere sight of Agatha did little to nothing to ease off your conscience, but you could live with it. You thought so, at least.

Until bloom turned into flame, until— the existence of Wanda Maximoff was added to a mental list of worries as the peak priority. The woman was Agatha’s assistant, no more than in her late twenties, or it seemed so. And with a strong preference for dressing in all-black, silk-clad, sterling silver encircling most of her digits, embracing the bone of her wrist. 

She, too, bore the same coolness as Agatha— though Wanda resembled a blade of sorts, sharp, regal and ceremonial, like the ones that a monarch would keep at their hip. Crueler, in a sense, than Agatha; also less open, as if the woman felt nothing except a level of amusement whenever Agatha cornered a student, demanding as ever for an answer. 

You expected a certain rebellion to crack from underneath that static surface, not the pliancy that often accompanied most of her actions whenever Agatha was around. Wanda did not seem to love all the praise as well, for she remained silent for most of the lectures she assisted in, just handing papers and notes to Agatha when the woman needed, answering a question or two. Then, there was the sensation of being a mere observer of whatever existed between Wanda and Agatha; an unspoken understanding, a synergy that made you wonder how one was without the presence of the other, and that intrigued you. The haunting impression that their bond was as old as the blade Wanda was a dead ringer of.

There was tension, too. Wanda seemed high-strung all the time, and some nagging part inside of your mind loved to feed the idea that it had to do with you somehow, as far-fetched as it could be. Yet that never ceased to intimidate you whenever you paid close attention to the woman. It was puzzling, really, the swiftness that her shoulders would square up at the briefest of mentions of your name on the attendance list; the stern diligence that she would stare at you, sometimes as if you were made of transparent glass, or pure concrete. Her edges glowed warmly from the golden streaks that the sun cast into the classroom— it bathed Wanda vermeil, and conferred on her a softness she did not seem to possess otherwise. 

“The deadline for the essay on Osborne’s Greece in the Making is due next Tuesday, just a reminder”, Agatha said, unfazed when met just with the rushed swish of papers and students eager to get out as fast as possible, fearing another two-hour-long lecture. “Love to see that your disposition to submit a paper is near as high as to leave class.”

A lock of hair fell into her face while Agatha packed up most of her belongings in her purse, sans a slick-black, glossy binder loaded with papers, that seemed heavier than the rest of Agatha’s materials altogether— she never forgot to shove this one at Wanda so she would carry it herself.

Then, Agatha cocked her head, lucent gaze— had her eyes always been this blue? You tried to draw memories from previous encounters, but could not remember —glinting in your direction, and she seemed pensive for a brief moment. Like she had to decide to be pulled or not by the gravity around you, that consisted of nothing but the desire to be near her, for her to spin around your orbit even though stars dripped down Agatha’s eyes, sheen and translucent. You felt something shift inside your core under the pressure of Agatha’s attention, heavy and heady, and the woman leaned on her desk, waiting. It became some sort of ritual between the both of you, in which Agatha lent history books that would end up being scrounged later— she passionately refused each of your attempts to return them.

Yet Wanda was already pliant and waiting beside Agatha’s desk, hands outstretched to take her binder, and the woman broke eye contact; decided to not give in to your flimsy gravity, spinning in an orbit of her own. The weight on your lap has never been lighter and has never felt heavier— you were trying to return Halls’s History of the Archaic Greek World for two weeks now, but golden-assistant Wanda, stick-up-my-ass Wanda never let it; since her first lecture assisting Agatha, she would rush her, urge that the both of them left to catch up with grading assignments and god-knows-what.

“Please, don’t flirt with this one”, you deadpanned, leveling a look at Darcy. She started to present a spark of interest in Wanda after discovering that she also had a masters in Russian History, and the last thing you wanted was to acquiesce to her phantom, lingering presence that waxed more and more throughout the weeks.

Darcy bore her teeth at you, pearly and warm, thin-liner pen still clasped between the fingers of her right hand. You scoffed at the casual confidence that rose from her. “Dunno what goes on inside that head of yours, but I won’t, overbearing love of mine. She’s too socially awkward, even for me”, she replied, nonchalant as ever, then finished writing. Agatha’s boards were indeed oppressive.   

“Really? ‘Cause I think you said the same about me.” You smiled with a hint of mischief, a playful glint in your eyes. Darcy groaned, faking a bothered expression as she slung her backpack on one shoulder. “The time we spent together meant nothing to you? You’re so cold-hearted.”

“Ugh, stop! You’re making me regret that fling more than I already do”, Darcy said in a teasing tone, a squared smile on her soft pink lips as she lightly nudged your sides with an elbow. You chuckled after pretending you were hurt, the fling you had in the summer of junior year had become an internal joke since then— how could it not be? the older girl would say whenever the topic was brought into the conversation, because, despite having a lot of interests in common, both of you were too distinct to function in a romantic relationship. 

There was a small window— of half an hour or so —between Agatha’s lecture and the next period, and it became a habit to wind down near one of the campus’ coffee shops, located in a large square, also close to the commons hall and the largest library of the university. Groves of oaks and tulip trees creaked in the gusty evening, most bare of leaves; the heavy smell of wood filled the crisp air, thrumming with chattering as other students idled along grass and cobblestoned pavement. The clock tower rose in the hazy distance, a white spire with a bright-red dome, contrasting with the rest of the rusty-colored, old buildings on campus.

You sat down under the long shade of a black oak, chuckling when Darcy let out a relieved sigh as she laid down on the grass, thanking the gods for the well-deserved break, and you agreed. Two hours of lecture was enough time to short-circuit your brain, especially if ministered by Agatha— you could sense calluses roughening the tips of your fingers from churning out one essay after another, but the woman seemed impossible to sate, ever so demanding. Wanda had also been decent enough to provide the class help and example questions from Agatha’s old tests, since mid-terms were just around the corner, but as the thought crossed your mind, you immediately brushed it off.

“Don’t Professor Harkness and Wanda seem fairly chummy to you?” You mumbled, words almost carried away by the breezy wind, and Darcy’s shut-eyed face parted into a lopsided grin. “Never mind. Forget I asked it.” Not that the older girl did not have logical and down-to-earth theories, which she did, but after a moment of consideration, you were unsure of what Darcy would come up with. And if you could handle it, whatever it would be. 

You leaned against the tree trunk, shutting your eyes to the pale sky ahead. Then, you filled in the emptiness of black with a couple, unperturbed and with their backs turned against you. Filled with Wanda and Agatha, and their low whispers, occasional touches, unbearable closeness. Your chest swelled with a dawning interest in both women, and it was shameful how easily you could picture the two of them together in their own sandbox universe, free from the shackles of normality, rule-bending, and non-conforming. Independent elements co-existing on their own, unaware of their audience as if nothing else mattered besides themselves. Somewhere in your heart tightened.

“For your information, I do think they are chummy. But I guess that’s what professors and their assistants do? Didn’t watch enough movies about college life to have a theory about them”, Darcy said from her spot on the grass beside you. “Why, do you want me to be chummy with you? I can do that.” You opened your eyes and were surprised to see Darcy smiling, traces of softness underneath her teasing tone, and something inside you changed, spurred on by the warmth that trickled from the girl’s words and gestures, and you wanted to just bask in it a little longer, so her tenderness would soothe a bleeding wound. So her tenderness would close the emptied cut, black-stained and aching in your chest.

Lighthearted laughter escaped your lips at the girl’s question. “You’re the absolute worst. People think we’re dating to this day, y’know? ‘Tis all your fault!” You could not be more grateful to have Darcy around, and, regardless of the usual banters, you hoped that the message came across through your open, beaming expression.

“And you still hang out with me because? Ah! ‘Cause you obviously love me.” The pink curve in her lips was merciless and full of teasing until her smile softened and she moved closer, tender hands outstretched to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “But seriously, don’t let Agatha have a chokehold on you—”, and before you could even protest, Darcy shushed you, “— I’m serious! We don’t know a single thing about her at all. What if she’s hiding, like, a super weird kink?”

Although the girl was right about most— if not all —of what she said regarding Agatha, a screaming voice urged you to contradict Darcy, even if you indeed knew nothing about her. And was it possible to pass the superficial level of Agatha’s persona? To cut her clean down her center, and have the rest of herself bleeding through each side of a knife? You wondered what would bleed from Agatha if she was halved. The woman seemed like a force of nature, the embodiment of night itself: dark and cool like a ghost, disordered and wild. Impossible to hold in one’s hands, to possess. To know Agatha’s contents and discover if violence and tenderness would bleed in equal measure or not.

Swallowing hard, the thought forcefully disappeared from your mind. “Yes, ‘cause I’m super worried about her kinks when I dated you after all people”, you retorted, prompting Darcy to cover your mouth with the palm of her hand. 

“For fuck’s sake, you’re insufferable! Your crush on her is more than obvious by now, but, please, be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt by some shady milf, and I say that very seriously.” Graveness permeated the older girl’s lineaments as she stared at you, clear irises melting within the horizon. A mirror to one’s own countenance. “And if she tries any funny business, I swear I’ll hunt her down, ok?”

“She’s not some shady milf!” Darcy just rolled her eyes in response to your exasperation. “And she’s not interested in me anyway, but I pinky promise I’ll take care. Worst case scenario you give Agatha your I know how to make a murder look like suicide look”, you added, eager to end the uncomfortable topic. And to stop Darcy from almost committing a homicide in plain sight.

“Which is very effective, and my ultimate weapon”, the girl stated before lying back down on the grass, using her backpack as a makeshift pillow. Waving a languid hand in the direction of the coffee shop, she closed her eyes again. “Now go get us some coffee before the next class. It’s your turn after all this headache you put me through.” 

—

A pristine, somewhat tall figure stood in the center of Woo’s coffee shop, poised with a cup of coffee at hand, pale and thick steam caressing her face in gentle blows. You were inexplicably drawn to Agatha, and trying to spot her presence in crowds became a habit of yours even if it often led to nowhere. 

She did not seem to notice your presence at first— why would she, you realized, all the lightheartedness from before waning, especially after Darcy’s warning—, loitering by the wooden bar off to the side, devoid of technological devices to loot her attention; an alien sight if compared to the rest of the coffee shop, brimming with undergrads on their laptops or smartphones. You flashed a brief smile at it because that was so classic of Agatha. 

Though, despite the softness that glimpse of her brought to you, there was no trace of it on Agatha’s expression. The lines around her eyes were harsh; her brows were knitted, a small crease in between them; her plump lips were pursed the entire time. You could almost sense the tension that weighed upon her shoulders. Thus, regarding it all, you decided to not approach the woman after leaving the queue. 

Yet, Agatha’s presence had loomed over you, and— a cold hand pressed to the small of your back. The woman was right beside you.

It was a surprising feat that Agatha was even able to spot you among the multitude of liberal arts and social studies students that lounged around Woo’s in-between periods or after classes were over, given the proximity of the coffee shop with one of the largest libraries inside the campus— nevertheless, there was Agatha, broad shoulders less than an inch apart and almost brushing against yours as she stepped further to avoid bumping into a pink-haired girl. You resisted the urge to chuckle upon seeing the scowl that had formed on the woman’s face, now close to muttering something on the lines of kids these days.  

Then, just then, Agatha settled her cool stare on you, and her profile seemed a little sharper, a little paler underneath the fluorescent light— the shop window served as the single source of daylight, allowing only so much sunbeam to stream in through; to spill flecks of gold over Agatha’s entire complexion, to create bronze lines on sea-stained irises, making it even easier to pinpoint the borders between lucent blue and endless black. 

“Fancy seeing you, dear”, Agatha finally said, soft mouth set into a curve, though the smile didn’t come across the rest of her face, unperturbed as ever. You had grown familiar with Agatha’s aloof, sharp edges, which would crack enough to leak off warmth at rare moments. After what seemed a long pause, Agatha continued, “What brings you here?”

If she meant here as in that coffee shop or here as in beside her, you couldn’t tell.

“Just coffee, I guess.” You shrugged, hands busied with two cups of cappuccinos. The steam that blazed across your skin seemed to soothe you; it eased most of your scattered thoughts, all to focus your sole attention on the keen burn your hot palms bore and Agatha’s presence. “I’m grabbing something to drink before the next period. It’ll be very much needed.”

Awkwardness coiled on your chest. Agatha was somewhat familiar, that encounter was anything but. Even though a casual, brief meeting in a café on campus was expected when both people were student and professor, something artificial lingered over the atmosphere. Nothing abnormal happened, still, still. Something tightened around the column of your neck— at this point, you could taste steam burning on the back of your throat. 

“So is that friend of yours around?” Agatha’s sudden, grave expression did not match the tone of her voice at all, emptied of interest, while she peered over your head— a reminder of how taller the woman was with heeled boots. It became both easier and harder to read Agatha, despite how open-faced she could be, as if the woman was talking to a ghost instead, gaze never falling upon you. As if you were talking to a suit-clad ghost. An expensive all-black vulture. 

You raised an inquiring brow. “What friend— you mean Darcy? She’s not, we often take turns to get coffee between classes. It happens to be my turn this time.” The question was odd, whatsoever, especially facing Agatha’s clear disinterest. “How do you know I was with her though?” The burn started to numb the palm of your hands, as well as the rest of your senses.

“Well, just happen to see you two together a lot on campus”, Agatha dismissed, and her razor-sharp timbre thickened the metallic rims of her words, causing you to flinch at the unexpected coldness. But before you even had the chance to find enough arguments to counter the woman, Agatha’s hands flew to your waist, light and gentle, touch ghosting over the dip of it. The woman maneuvered you out of the way of a rushed undergrad in one smooth motion. Then, much to your surprise, you noticed just how crammed Woo’s had become in minutes. “Why don’t we go to a quieter corner, dear?” She suggested, points of fingers flattened into one straight line that started on your last rib and ended above your hip bone. Without waiting for confirmation, Agatha guided you to the end of the wooden bar, leaning back against one of the industrial-gray walls. 

“Ah—”, although Agatha had spared a single moment of her attention, the sole object of your recent desires, it was enough to make you desperate to change topics, faint red already springing across your cheeks and ears, “—is Wanda going to meet you here or something?” Suddenly, Agatha’s curiosity was placed entirely upon you.

You were rendered see-through under Agatha’s scrutiny; about to drown in the astral-blue of her two lakes. At each dissolving second her gaze remained rooted at you, a step further to the eager, boundless mouth of a blue caldera, impatient to engulf you whole— and if Agatha stared at you an instant longer, seawater would start to fill your lungs, trails of blue salt already caressing your lips as you submerged into her charms.  

“Oh, darling, Wanda isn’t here at the moment, I’m afraid”, Agatha answered a few beats later, and her voice had dropped a half-octave lower, at knifepoint, and its candor was still cool, light, but its air had changed. For a split second, the light cast askew, strange shadows on Agatha’s face, a subtle amber glint shadowing the blue of her irises and accenting pupils that looked much like two narrow slits. The woman slid closer, and pristine nails, polished in glossy black, scraped the surface. “Why, am I not entertaining you enough?”

“N-No, this isn’t— I didn’t mean that, professor”, you denied immediately, gapping at her curt retort. You would almost laugh embarrassedly if it wasn’t for Agatha’s sardonic, verging-on-serious tone. She was too blunt to fake anything.

Agatha has never been that expressive, her lineaments holding intricate threads of discontent. Ghost fingers hovered over your waist, as her fine lines held a foreign harshness, lips pursed in a straight line, and you felt utterly small before the woman’s presence. “What did I say about calling me that, dear?” 

The most noticeable sound— the only sound, as if the café was noiseless —you could pick on was Agatha’s nails tapping the surface in a rhythm that mirrored the one inside your own rib cage, like the woman could sense your pulse from afar, a clock ticking; the seconds were passing, and you had yet to answer— am I not entertaining enough? —, and every dreadful beat was a reminder of words that you couldn’t find. You swallowed, trying not to quiver beneath Agatha’s phantom touch.

“I’m sorry, profe— Agatha.” It was then that heat creeped up your skin, and the woman let out a hum of approval, voice low and curling at the edges. Agatha had almost closed the distance between your bodies, now towering over you. “And you are entertaining, i-it’s just— You and Wanda seem very close, I just thought you could be meeting here to work together.” You didn’t understand why you sounded a little breathless, words anxious-lilt. It was unusual to see Agatha so up close, and it felt like the woman would disappear if she stepped any further. Her floral scent, lavender notes on top, was even more intoxicating than when it just whistled past and gone in the classroom.

“We’ve known each other for quite a while, yes, but we’re not attached by the hip, hon. Wanda’s just been nagging about some work we have to finish— a high-strung type if you will”, Agatha said, deadpan, while she hastily scanned the place, as if searching for someone, before setting her attention upon you again. Something in your chest pinwheeled forward, for Agatha’s effect on you was capable of making you forget your birth name, sweet and bewildering like a spell; however, the slow burn smoldering at your core made you want to run away from the woman, her presence a lighter itself.  

“I see. But I guess you two get along alright.” You were adamant to move to another topic again. Cold welled up at the merest of mentions of Wanda and her vermeil shadow that haunted you wherever you went. “Ah, about the book I borrowed, can I return it to you now?”

At that, Agatha’s expression softened a bit, and her mouth set into a gentle curve. She shifted, still close enough to stare at you. “Nonsense, dear, we still need to discuss it, don’t we? I’m sorry we couldn’t do it earlier.” Because of Wanda, you wanted to include but remained quiet. It was rare to see such softness tinting Agatha’s lineaments; to listen to words softspoken, honeytoned. You did not want to spoil what caused shivers on your spine, what made you wonder what a much more amiable version of her would look like. “Meet me at my office tomorrow, darling, I’ll stay in the department for basically the entire day, anyway”, Agatha said, squeezing your shoulder with moderate strength, murmuring a quick got to go now. She whisked past you and soon disappeared into a sea of people.

The universe died down, and all that had left was the ghost of where her touch once rested upon, the rapid beats of your heart, and a glimpse of Wanda standing outside Woo’s. And a pair of cappuccinos, cold and bitter.

—

In the lectures that followed that heart-stirring encounter, you could not focus at all— your mind wandered over the remembrance of Wanda outside the café, in a long stroll to collect shards of memories muddled together, linked by faint strings that made it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was not, their edges blurred; each reminiscence was part of a tableau, now burnt and molded behind your eyelids. Wanda: pliant as a hound, hidden in the shadows, bearing a manicured smirk that revealed nothing past her pristine facade. It was Wanda the sole person that monopolized your thoughts, even more than Agatha.

Therefore, mechanical steps led you to your safe place, a little corner unfrequented and forgotten by most students, where not a single soul, except for Darcy, would intrude. After classes were over, it became a habit to hide in the smallest of the trio of libraries— and even if the world was falling, one could spot you at the all-night study room, though you never spent the night there —, far from the History and Sociology Department. Far from Agatha and Wanda, and the unrequited reverie of feelings often associated with them both.

The library was an inconspicuous, three-store building on the edge of the campus: old, tanned-red bricks covered with pine-green ivy as to be almost indistinguishable from the landscape, and haunted at certain angles. In the winter, most flowers were buried under a thin coat of snow, just a few had thrived— late bloomers, honeysuckles, primroses, and so forth —, and the dried lawn was peppered with shady patches, such as the woods and their white-laced branches; an uneven path of footsteps pockmarked the snow in the wake of your passage. The place would resemble a vault of sorts, had it not been for its large, dark windowpanes, that let golden beams trickle down walled bookshelves and old furniture, and a marble fireplace as monumental as a sepulcher keeping the rooms drowsily warm. You were greeted by the scent of vellum, tangy and rich, while wondering if a coffin would be as comforting.

For a moment, stepping into the library felt like a homecoming to a world bound in leather and ink, the world of a buried past, long forgotten. Emptier than usual, even the librarian— an unusually strong woman named Peggy, who developed the habit to check in on you while being borderline intimidating —was nowhere to be seen on the ground floor, and the place was akin to a tomb in its silence. A shiver ran through your spine as you headed to your study spot on the second floor; regardless of the late-afternoon sun that glittered through the windows and turned the bookcases and furniture into glowing bonfires, the fluorescent light made the room seem much colder.

You loved the solitude that often accompanied humanities majors. There was nothing more pleasant than seeing no farther than the books before you, the silent thrum of streams of historical facts filling the gaps in a puzzle, resurrecting figments of the past and trapping them in their own microcosm, all to track the stains that bled through the present. It was something as meticulous as the work of an artisan, and you worked with care to unveil the threads of events between past and present. Agatha indirectly followed you through that process, like she was the ghost of Midas herself; the woman spun gold out of vellum, and that became even more evident in the thorough notations she left on the textbooks on Ancient Greece entrusted to you, a selection of Agatha’s copies she carefully curated. 

Brushing the glossy, light-cream coated paper, flecked with purple post-its and lilac highlighted words— Agatha’s fixation with the color purple never ceased to amaze you —, underlined sentences in black ink, and a slew of remarks that occupied each blank space in the pages, sometimes overlapping the text itself, it felt like Agatha had never left. Rather than that, you rewrote history. You met in front of the department after running at each other in Woo’s and walked alongside through tree-lined, large sidewalks, disappeared in a secluded pathway that led to the library. And Agatha hummed between each softspoken phrase, listening to all you had to say with utter diligence— just to chime in in the next second to tell you about the latest former top student that she had on the verge of tears in the middle of a lecture. Her long, ink-stained fingers caressed the back of your hand in delicate motions as if asking for permission, and Agatha’s squared hand enveloped yours in the very way a pyre engulfed whatever is closest to its hot mouth. Rosebud lips brushed against the shell of your ear to whisper that you were Agatha’s favorite student, her only one.

No Wanda Maximoff could demand the attention of this ghost-Agatha or claim her, no Wanda Maximoff could bother you in your little play-pretend universe, no Wanda Maximoff could interrupt—

A phantom, steel-cool touch on your shoulder startled you, and your fantasies dissolved at once, “Ah, I see Agatha really made a new victim.” You could discern a hoarse voice, awash with an eastern-European accent, over the heavy instrumentation playing in your earphones.

Something in your chest sunk— it could as well be your whole heart. After spending countless amounts of time being chased by the ghost of Wanda, you thought, you finally willed the woman into your life; your ears rang with the loud, high-pitched timbre of Darcy’s voice already listing all the supernatural reasons for said chance encounter. An omen, she would probably say. In the instant Wanda’s hand grazed your skin, she metamorphosed into a creature of flesh and blood, not a hallucination, a heedless vulture stalking down the corridors behind Agatha’s shadows in a swish of black silk and sterling silver. Her wintry fingers were just more give to the knife; under Wanda’s attention, her touch felt like a laceration, and if it lingered for just a minute, just a second longer, a wound would easily open in your flesh. 

You had tried to ignore Wanda in the hopes of her noticing you did not want to be bothered and leaving minutes after, resuming her rounds heedless of the living as ghosts often were. However, it seemed to prompt the woman to have the opposite reaction, much to your despair. Wanda took the seat before you, and her skin was so fair she glimmered almost pearl-white under the languid sunshine, looking like an old, wrinkled marble statue of a minor goddess, perhaps Achlys or Asteria. Despite not possessing the same sovereignty Agatha’s ocean-stained gaze had, Wanda’s springtime-green irises also carried within them the very remembrance that you responded like a livewire to both women’s preternatural existence, elicited the desire to just glance at their owner for a moment, so riveting was Wanda’s aura— it stirred instincts unbeknownst to you, concealed at the innermost part of your mind. Finally, you were compelled to acknowledge Wanda, who beamed a satisfied grin, eyes flickering to a faint golden shade. 

“It’s truly addicting, isn’t it? History, I mean.” Wanda’s surprisingly softspoken words were imbued with ancientness, although it seemed uncanny for an individual in their mid-to-late twenties to have a whiff of the ancient world as Wanda did; but then, you wondered if a certain level of intimacy with Agatha would be the culprit for that. In the face of deafening silence after you had simply nodded in agreement, Wanda inquired, “Did Agatha actually lend you her copy of Hall’s Archaic Greek World?”

“Yeah. She wanted me to take a look at her notes while reading, because ‘an undergrad could never comprehend his work fully without help’, or something in those lines.” You blinked slowly, still getting used to the sight of one Wanda Maximoff putting into the effort to make small talk to you, of all people. Darcy, for once, was right when she said the woman was in a different league of social awkwardness. 

Wanda chuckled, an earnest timbre to it. “Right. This sounds just like Agatha.” Then, she leaned a few inches closer, gaze perusing upon a mess of sticky notes and terrible handwriting. “I’m just impressed she just didn’t order you to borrow a copy from the library. Agatha only let me use her own textbooks nearly a year after she hired me”, she disclosed, fondness tinging rigid lineaments that became more open for a brief instant. 

“For how long have you been Agatha’s assistant?” You surrendered to the waxing voice in an obscured corner of your mind, where a single desire remained untouched in its cracked shell. To indulge the blooming, warm sensation of being scrutinized under the diligence of Wanda’s glare, glinting askew and sharp. Then, you could as well have a slumber party with your foe, as to explore the mysterious trail of secrets that lay underneath Wanda and Agatha’s relationship. 

Your interest for them grew under sheer masochism and morbid curiosity, for bodies of possibilities accompanied the very idea of Wanda and Agatha; regardless of the pressure settling at the base of your chest. The dichotomy between wanting to know more— everything —and protecting little patches of your heart that somehow remained untouched weighted the same as the world Atlas had to carry on his shoulders. Also, Wanda seemed to beckon you for more— attention, time, anything that you could give —, though it was a detail implicit in her cool demeanor, in the tone of her husky voice, that almost crumbled with need raised to its highest power. And, as such, you were somewhat satisfied to oblige. 

Closing the textbook with a gel pen in the middle of its pages, you signaled to the woman your interest to learn more. About Wanda herself, about Agatha, about what carried both women that appeared to be much older than Westview to that little, stranded town. The glossiness of discoveries tinted your expression, and you grinned, a little more open-faced.  

“Oh, it’s been such a long time I can barely remember, darling”, Wanda replied, accent curling at the edges of each pronounced syllable, like she was a foreigner to the human world itself. Words hung on her melting lips for a couple of seconds before she decided on a conclusive answer. “I think we’ve known each other for almost a decade now.”

The grin your lips carried rotted, sprouted into something much sour while Wanda’s honeyed voice echoed inside your head, memories that you could not pinpoint, coated with affection and sweetened with the gentle passage of time, screamed into your heart, now tore out. You could almost put together a timeline of Wanda and Agatha’s time together with the remembrances that floated in the air if they were more palpable.

“I wasn’t expecting this at all”, still stunned, you pushed yourself to say anything that contained words. Flushing at the immediate surge of sheer curiosity that flooded you, the question escaped your lips before you noted, “Wait. How old are you?” You were ready to apologize more than once, to tell the woman she did not need to answer, but Wanda interrupted your mini-crisis with a delicate giggle.

“That's no problem, dear, I’ve overcome my early midlife crisis already. I’m 33”, she replied, lineaments settled into a softer, understanding look as you had to produce some conscious effort not to gape at Wanda’s astonishing statement; to wrap your malfunctioning mind around the idea that Wanda was not a person forever captured in sepia film and encapsulated in a fleeting instant. Meanwhile, the woman leaned forward, a teasing upturn on her lips, and asked, “Why does it seem that I’ve scared you off now?”

In that instant, you wanted to argue that you had all the reasons to be scared. Wanda bore an immortal type of beauty as if she had been bound to a particular period of time until the centuries, tired to wait, outgrew her. Yet Wanda carried a preternatural freshness one born hundreds of years ago would not; held within her chest a long-living girlhood. Her body was the budding flower of her own flesh, and Wanda’s petal-pink lips fell into a neutral line under your silent examination, late-springtime orbs, peppered with copper spots, shimmering. She stared straight ahead, and her kohl-lined, half-lidded eyes physically pinned you against your seat, as bewildering and mesmerizing as their owner— you could spend hours mapping all the microconstellations of gold and green around Wanda’s pupils, that, for brief seconds, resembled those of a cat, thin and infinite-black. Wanda’s genuine beauty was terrorizing: eerie in its roots, inexplicable like a nature’s phenomenon. Such were her eyes, her hands, her looks.

The woman absent-mindedly nibbled on her bottom lip, carding her fingers through her hair, a cascade of dark-brown falling over her shoulders— before that, Wanda’s locks used to veil her in scarlet, fiery strands dyed in a shade of bright orange; then, faded to subdued strawberry-blonde, that made her look like real gold, alluring and intoxicating. 

Then, you remembered that Wanda was still waiting for an answer. “It’s not that. It’s just— I imagined you’d be fairly younger.”

“A lot of people do, so don’t stress over this. Agatha, too, is a lot older than she seems”, Wanda reassured, nectar-like voice coated with hints of aloofness as she waved an uninterested hand in the air. “But pretend you didn’t hear a peep from me, or she’ll cut my head off. Or not write a recommendation letter for my doctorate’s program.”

“I don’t know what is worse.” A solemn silence saturated the room, and the underlying threat posed by Agatha and her seemingly widespread influence did nothing to ease your nerves. 

A few beats later, Wanda pulled a thick brochure out of her leather messenger bag, shuffled some papers out of a large batch, and started to work on something you had no idea of. Noting your prolonged stare, the woman smiled, polite and aimed at nowhere in particular, as if she was just looking through a looking glass. Devoid of Wanda’s sole attention, it felt like you were no longer a sunstone with the entire sun to show for it, and, slowly, you became painfully aware of your surroundings once overflowing golden streaks ceased to blind you. The music had never stopped playing in your earphones; you never had to even take one of the sides of your earphones off to listen to Wanda, whose voice resonated loud and clear inside your skull— like the whole conversation happened in a universe alien to the one you were standing in. Like no time had passed at all, and your dialogue with Wanda was cut out from the timeline of History and inserted in a little frame of its own, guarded in a museum built off of your thoughts, where no one could access but you.

The minutes crawled on the clock unhurriedly, and see-through panels made of glass closed around you, hourglass-shaped, while your concentration trickled like thin sand, first, through your fingers, then, over your body, until you were buried underneath a pile of alarming thoughts. Until the base of the hourglass was full of sand. Until there was sand inside your mouth, and all you could not breathe at all—

As if she sensed your crescent restlessness, Wanda stretched against the chair, letting a relatively loud hum as she did so, that echoed like a gunshot in the empty library.

“Anyway, I don’t suppose there is a place one could grab something to eat nearby, right?” Wanda questioned, rustling through her papers again and placing them in the middle of her brochure, before packing it all inside her bag. A glimpse of Agatha’s ever-infamous, slick-black binder inside it piqued your attention, and you wondered if Wanda had yet to return the woman her precious treasure.

Cold welled up. In that span of seconds, an anxious tremor washed over you, like an earthquake, or the parting of the seas, and the wish to leave the room and Wanda altogether begged you to be fulfilled.

Suddenly standing up, you motioned the woman to do the same. “There actually is a vending machine at the end of the hallway. I can show you”, you offered, deciding to leave most of your belongings on the desk to pack them up later, for the library had never been that emptier. Wanda’s shoulders almost brushed against yours more than once as she walked beside you, an inch or two taller. “It’s just so hidden by the staircase no one bats an eye on it at first”, you didn’t resist the urge to add it after sensing a burning, wary stare setting fire onto your flesh.

“Really.” It was all Wanda said, curt and distant, when both of you stopped before an old vending machine, with aged edges because of rust and some creases on the steel of its sides. At least, the snacks were far from being expired.

“Yeah. Peggy— the librarian —told me about it once, or I’d starve every time I came here.” You were amused— and grateful to have such an opportunity —to watch Wanda glancing at the machine with a grave countenance for some instants before figuring out what she had to do, fumbling to insert a dollar note inside it, pressing some faded black-and-white buttons, and taking a while to confirm the snack code showing on the tiny display. A small part inside your chest softened at that sight, since, not even in your most far-fetched thoughts, you imagined that Wanda would have such difficulties dealing with technology.

Then, in the seconds that followed the mechanical buzz of the machine amidst its own ritual, Wanda did not reply at all, staring, with profound curiosity, through tempered and scratched glass. A single granola bar fell in the pickup box and was promptly examined by a very unimpressed Wanda Maximoff as if she had put her object of study under the lens of a microscope only to come to disappointing conclusions. “Hmm”, she said after a long while, turning her body to you and continuing, “This Peggy woman seems like a good person, darling.” A nameless something blemished the center of her words, which, regardless of the softened edges, the polished and well-controlled manner that tinged Wanda’s statements, felt as automatic as the loud hum of the snack machine dropping its order. 

The low, smoldering sun splayed red over Wanda’s lineaments— over deep-forest-green eyes, lit by a foreign, blown fire —, outlined the woman the color of violence, of warning. Streaks of red built patches of flame atop her skin, making Wanda eternal even if for a fading moment, A cool grin cut through bud-red lips, and the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop a few degrees, either due to the crisp air of winter in its dawn or the glittering white of long canines.

“I’ll be going then, kotik”, she said, and the foreign word rolled on her tongue, languid and voluptuous, nectar seeping from each syllable. It caressed your skin with a freshness akin to plump and ripe fruits, burnt it tenderly as you flew straight to the woman’s orbit; a simple insect landing on the crimson mouth of a starved venus flytrap. Wanda seemed pensive, perhaps considering her next meticulous move, searching for the most precise reaction, all the while she leveled a soul-piercing gaze in your direction that made you hold all your instincts to hide from her. Her grin bloomed into a satisfied smile on her lips as she whispered, “I hope to see you around again.”  

Wanda looked like a goddess mouthing a set of magical words, a mythical being made of burnished gold, unperturbed and ephemeral. Contrarily to other days, where the mere sight of the older woman would cause an undesired heaviness at the base of your stomach, on that particular evening, it caused a maelstrom of lukewarm feelings, like the sun itself had descended to meet you. Although Wanda had always been beautiful, for you were not blind to acknowledge it, she looked especially graceful, blissful under shafts of shimmering-orange. After she disappeared from your peripherals in a pristine mess of blood-red, you thought breathing would become second nature again. Instead, your core ached, plush and red.

Still, the throbbing in your heart did not become easier to ignore, even as you entered a series of numbers on the snack machine’s display, peering at one of the large windows to stare straight ahead at the sullen evening, the sun so low in the horizon that the darkened sky started to melt over it, and stars sprung like wallflowers from behind a canopy of clouds and shadowed buildings. But then— your eyes widened when you spotted a miniature version of Agatha, sitting at a cobblestoned bench near the library’s entrance, like she was just a trick of light, a byproduct of shades, and not a real person. Smoke curled up like a thin curtain that veiled her face, cigarette clasped between rough knuckles and a book on the other hand. That made you briefly contemplate how one could read in the semi-penumbra, until the full view of Agatha pushed you into a blazing abyss, fire-warming your entire body. 

A lump formed in your throat whilst you observed Wanda approach the other woman, back-turned, so you could only imagine what her expression looked like. Not good, you thought, almost out loud; Agatha did not seem pleased, an evident frown imprinted on her face as she gesticulated with fervor, her lack of composure crushing the calm breeze of winter. Regardless of what could be happening, they started to walk side by side together, and Agatha placed a firm hand over Wanda’s nape before both cast a glance at the building, towards the specific direction of the window you stood behind— as if it was possible for them to recognize where you were under a veil of dim-light.

Then, a strident clang coming from the machine force-pulled you out of a trance with a start, and the reality was much quieter, much lonelier. The whole floor appeared to be empty except for you, filled with specters of the dead silence that loomed over the hallway as well as the rest of the place, which would be a perfect liminal space, a bright and muted void, if it were not for metallic thuds of cart wheels moving around downstairs. Thus, you put on your earphones again, unpausing a song you were not even aware of when it started playing in the first place. In the black emptiness that suffused outside, you could see Agatha and Wanda’s shapes, outlined in purple and red— technicolor in contrast to the usual monochromatic tones that colored the campus during winter —, growing smaller in the distance.

Your chest swelled with a dawning interest, with a thrill of adrenaline, whenever you sensed Wanda or Agatha’s presence close to you, whenever you saw them together. It also swelled with heat, with sensitivity, under the barest of gestures from both women. Yet a quiver insisted on destabilizing you each time you thought of them.

As you decided to leave, you came across a missing person’s pamphlet, bound with staples, a grainy picture of an unknown girl on the cover, Missing Person printed beneath it with a series of information: full name, age, contacts, address, the date of the disappearance— a week ago —and last seen location— the square near to the English and Literature Department. An immediate shudder ran through your spine when you left the library, feeling the moistness of the first hours of the night, the reminiscences of the bad omens Darcy was so fond of explaining— it all weighed heavier on your girl-heart.

In your earphones, a mournful voice sang atop the languid, sandy beats of a drum:

“Something bad is ‘bout to happen to me. I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.”

—

During the witching hours of dawn, Agatha visited you, soft-eyed, in all her dream-state splendor.

Under a heavy blanket of liquid darkness, which bathed your entire room in black ink, streaks of moonshine leaked through, conferring to the furniture a sheen, silver glow. It also delineated a humanoid shape, knelt near the foot of your bed, and silhouetted against the twilight glow; a mass of shadows much darker than darkness itself looming over your peripheral vision. Though unconsciously pinned against the mattress— for you seemed to have reached another level of lucid dreaming, where you could only watch the events unfold before your eyes —you were not scared, not at all. Not even when the empty side of the bed weighed with a presence unknown, or when the sheets rustled with something, someone, crawling towards you. Not even when a shape, veiled in shades, covered your entire body.

It was all Agatha, and you could recognize the woman by smell alone, the rich scent of lavender more intoxicating than ever now that you could bury your nose against the wicked curve of her neck and breathe it all in straight from the source. You could recognize Agatha by touch, tracing the pads of your fingers over the lush skin of her back, drawing absent shapes against the bones of her shoulder blades, as if you were caressing the moon herself; sometime after the dream had started, you wondered how it was possible to touch Agatha and not have your hands stained in silver powder, a pearly ocean spreading above you. Ocean-blue lakes glittered at the merest of your caresses, oversaturated with lust and need.

Agatha pressed a soft thumb over your lips, ran it through them, and the feeling that she held something as delicate as a rosebud in her hands arose within you, trapping her finger between your teeth before the only sensation left was the ghost of her touches. Profound desire flashed through Agatha’s lucent irises as she let a low moan out, lustrous strands of brown hair tickling your cheek. 

“Hmm… Hungry, aren’t we?”, she said against the pink shell of your ear, pleased when an inelegant whimper cut through your lips, voice dreamy and husky. She brought a fingertip beside your jaw bone, and drew a long line down the curve of your collarbone, resting her hand over your weaving chest. 

You clung to Agatha’s back like a lifeline, girl-hand over her nape, scratching your nails on milky-white skin not-so-tenderly, for one could not keep any sort of gentle demeanor beneath the woman’s lacerating touches, the steady burn of flattened fingers dug on the dip of your waist. “Agatha, please— I need you, please—”

The velvety tip of a tongue lapping across your lips shushed you, dissolving the remnant words of your plea slipping away as soon as Agatha opened your mouth with her thumb and slithered her tongue inside it. Her delighted moans made you buck up your hips, in desperate need of friction, while Agatha licked the back of your teeth, the roof of your mouth, the seam of your lips. Two lithe fingers filled your mouth, and a sheen trail of saliva trickled down your chin. Agatha tasted sweeter than any mouthful of sugary desserts from your memory.   

“Yes, yes— good girl, you’re such a good girl. Lick it all clean for me, dear.” The command melted from her swollen lips amid a little breathless, satisfied sigh. You meld at each other with quiet ferocity, the sensation heightening when you pressed your center, hot and blooming with slickness, against Agatha’s thigh, as somewhere along the way she skirted a teasing line of teeth over the column of your throat, moaning against the flush of your skin when you gathered a fistful of silky hair. 

Then, a roughened hand slid underneath your shirt, following the ripples of your quivering abdomen, sweeping over your breast before Agatha fitted her large palm against your bare sternum, restraining you between her own body and the mattress. Her mouth painted half-circles on the sides of your neck, pressed on the base of your throat, and a trail of longing kisses stretched downward, each lingering longer than the previous one until Agatha could trace a map of bite marks she constructed herself on your flesh.

And you offered the arch of your back as a sacrifice, and you let Agatha take you on her mouth like a sacrament, and you whimpered devoted pleas like a prayer, all for Agatha to spit on holiness; you could tell by the heat in her gaze that she got turned on by your sacrilege, that she didn’t think twice before running her nails down your sides and whispering close to your ear how good of a little whore you were, how beautiful you were ruined like that. The moon pressed to the curl of Agatha’s back, stained her skin with silvery light— over her soft neck, down her collarbone and shoulders, and then lower and lower, more of her body.

“This will hurt a bit, darling”, Agatha warned softly. She dug her teeth on the crook of your neck, and the skin under her canines gave in tenderly before slicing open, blood welling up on the woman’s mouth like spring’s superbloom. An intricate stream of hot tears rolled down your cheekbones, a pained whimper-turned-into-scream left your throat raw as Agatha licked and sucked blood-red nectar dripping from the aching wound on your plush flesh. “Shh, you’re doing so good— you’re so good for me, baby.”

Agatha steadied her body, covered in a shimmering layer of sweat, on her elbows, leaning in to press her mouth against yours. The sickening, iron taste of your own blood made you hazy with desire; just as you tried to deepen the kiss, to taste more anti-Eden, Agatha leaned her head back slowly, licked the cut, overflowing with blood, and snaked her wet tongue between your lips. You savored the lushest of sins on your mouth— yours and Agatha’s —, irreverent in its wakening. Warmth settled at the bottom of your stomach, and the woman delved her teeth right above your breast—

You lost your consciousness sometime after it, opened beneath dream-Agatha like your own fictitious wound, sleeping serene as ever and burning with sin.

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[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Business Pleasure

Ship(s): Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha

Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley, Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness, Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness (implied), Claire Debella x Jennifer Barkley x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Claire's surpressents stop working. Again. And Jen is tired of not being enough.

Word Count: 3.2k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: smut, general omegaverse shenanigans, fluff, heats, pet-names, praise, degradation

A/N: this is for both @getlostsquidward and @wandakink

I wrote this to prove a point

“Barkley, my office, now.”

Claire fights to make her voice sound even, and as a result, she just sounds angry, but she can't worry about that now.

Not when she's barely holding on to the last bits of self control she has, preventing her from finding the nearest alpha and begging them to take her.

Her hand tightens, knuckles turning white as grips the door frame, hissing as a wave of heat rolls over her.

“Now.” She stresses.

Jen looks up from where she's bent over one of the intern's shoulders, smirking, no doubt having been excessively flirting and making them feel uncomfortable.

“You're the boss.” Her mouth curves wickedly, and she straightens, brushing her side against Claire as she passes her into the governor's personal office, one hand typing away on her phone, as if Claire’s plight is nothing of her concern.

The door slams shut and Claire clicks the lock into place.

“Please tell me you're wearing your strap, the fucking surpressents aren't fucking working.”

Claire turns around, and immediately whimpers as she sees Jen has already taken off her pants, and is now busily unbuttoning her shirt.

“Undress if you want to be fucked so bad.” The campaign manager snaps.

Claire scrambles to obey, tugging at her dress zipper while also trying to kick her underwear off.

When the panties fall to the floor, there's a noticeable wet smack and she flushes with embarrassment.

Jen laughs, deep in her throat, and it makes Claire's knees go weak enough she has to stumble and lean against her desk to steady herself as her pussy throbs.

“Good girl, just bend over a bit more, and I can make you feel better.”

It's not even conscious, the way Claire immediately further bends over and spreads her legs, giving Jen better access and better view to her sopping wet cunt.

Hands find their place on her hips, and Jen presses herself firmly against Claire, her mouth near her ear.

“I need to hear you say how much of a cockwhore you are for me before I can fill this greedy fucking pussy of yours.”

Claire audibly moans, and humiliation rushes through her.

“Please.” She hates the sound of her begging, hates how she needs someone else to take care of her when the shitty over the counter suppressant stops working, hates how much she loves being humiliated like this. “Please, I'm just your dumb cockwhore, I need you in me so bad.”

Jen gives her sides a brief squeeze, before a hand slips, and a few moments later Claire throws her head back, her spine dipping as she arches, thrusting herself backwards to further take Jen’s length.

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers.

Jen smacks her ass harshly.

“Shut up and take it, you fucking slut.” She growls. “You're so pathetic, just a stupid omega who thinks she doesn't need an alpha and instead begs for her beta, how desperate are you that you'd lower yourself like this, huh?”

Claire whines, her head steadily becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as the haze of her heat settles in, and Jen’s strap isn't even close to filling her up the way she craves, but she's the best Claire has right now.

Her slick is running down her thighs, and the sounds of Jen pounding into her echo around her office, the beta’s low grunts and sharp inhales occasionally puncturing through it, as Claire emits a stream of constant high pitched whines.

“More.” Claire gasps out, tears starting to gather as she desperately chases an orgasm. “Need more, please!”

Jen's hands find her hips again and her grip is bruising, before she cocks a leg onto the desk, and the new angle allows her to thrust deeper into Claire's gushing hole, and it pushes her over the edge.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Need you to breed me, want your pups, please, please, use me, fuck, fuck!”

Claire screams as she orgasms, but even as she rides her high, her body is not yet satisfied, and she bucks her hips back, chasing Jen’s strap.

Jen, however, doesn't seem to care, and she pulls away.

“No!” Claire whimpers. “Need more. Please, Jen.”

The governor turns around, with big wide eyes, and slowly sinks to her knees when she takes in Jen’s cold expression.

“I'm sorry, Jenny.” She softly cries. “I didn't- I didn't mean to say-”

She cuts herself off as Jen turns away, and silently opens the door.

Immediately, even through the haze in her mind, Claire has enough of her wit about her to dive out of view, her anxiety suddenly hitting her in her chest, and she's having a hard time breathing.

Her entire office reeks of sex and the scent of her heat Jen could make Claire lose her whole career by opening that door what is she doing what is she thinking Claire's going to fire her if she even is able to hold on to her job long enough to fi-

“I hadn't realized you made a habit of showing yourself off, Jennifer.”

A strong voice carries through the air, and cuts through Claire's panic.

She finds herself relaxing, a warm scent of something smokey crossed with vanilla reaching her.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and get in here so I can close the door before Debella has a heart attack.”

Claire looks up from where she's knelt on the floor next to the filing cabinet she had ducked behind, and her mouth falls open in shock.

Agatha Harkness, CEO and one of Claire's biggest backers is standing in the room, a very noticeable bulge straining against her pants.

“What the… Jen, what the hell’s going on?”

Agatha's eyes don't leave Claire's naked form.

“Clearly Debella’s in heat.” Jen crosses her arms. “And I can't satisfy her the way she needs to be.”

“Can't fuck her right, you mean.”

Agatha's tone isn't mocking, it's full of wonderment as she gazes steadily down at Claire, causing her to shiver.

For her part, the omega can't seem to tear her eyes away from where Agatha’s hard on is clearly visible, body taunt as she waits for the alpha to show any sign that she'll be allowed to touch her.

The dark haired woman crouches down.

“Would you like that, little omega?” She quietly asks, sending arousal shooting straight through Claire. “Would you like for me to make you feel better?”

Claire's head feels loose as she eagerly nods.

Agatha smiles and leans in.

“Wait.”

Jen’s voice gives Agatha a pause.

“What?” The alpha snaps.

“Maybe you shouldn't. She's not… She's in heat. She can't really give consent.”

Jen scrambles, unsure why now she's suddenly concerned for Claire, but something is pounding against her chest telling her she needs to protect her omega.

Agatha scoffs.

“Everyone knows that if an omega doesn't want an alpha they'll make it clear.”

Jen opens her mouth to argue, but Claire's loud whine cuts her off.

“Need you.” She sobs. “Please, alpha.”

Agatha gives Jen a triumphant look, before reaching her hand out to Claire.

“Come, little omega, if I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to do it right.”

Claire whimpers at the promise, and grasps Agatha's hand with her own, yelping in surprise when Agatha suddenly pulls her up and flush against her, the show of strength making Claire's head spin.

“Alpha.” She cries against the other woman's chest, trying her best to grind her front against where she can feel Agatha's bulge pressing into her.

Strong arms encircle her, and two hands find their way against her bare ass, and Claire gets the message, wrapping her legs around the CEO’s waist.

“You can go, Jennifer. I have it from here.”

Agatha's low voice rumbles from above Claire.

“No. I'm not leaving.”

Jen's voice is firm.

“It's my job to make sure my candidate receives the best of everything, and that includes their needs being met.”

Agatha's muscles ripple as she shrugs.

Claire hadn't even realized the raven haired women had that sort of muscles.

“Just don't expect us to pay any attention to you.”

Agatha carefully bends over, and Claire's back presses against a smooth, cool surface.

“Let go, little one.” She murmurs, and Claire loosens her grip obediently.

The governor watches through half lidded eyes as Agatha tugs at her belt buckle, watches as Jen sighs and walks over, helping the other woman undress faster.

“I don't need-”

“Shut up, Harkness. We both know how this is going to end, and I want in.”

Agatha freezes at that, before slowly turning to meet the campaign manager's eyes.

“I thought you didn't do commitment.”

Jen huffs.

“I do now.”

There's a brief staring contest, before Agatha quirks an eyebrow.

“Well?”

Jen steps closer to Agatha, and tugs at her tie, loosening it, before slipping it over her head.

Agatha grins sharply.

“Good girl.” She praises, and Claire squirms as she watches Jen’s demeanor suddenly shift, becoming flustered.

“Why don't you help me with the rest?”

Claire can hear Jen's soft whimper, and she whines as the beta brushes her hands against Agatha's front, tugging her pants down.

“Patience, precious one.” Agatha soothes. “Jenny's just helping me get ready to fill you with my pups.”

Claire bites down on her lip, preventing herself from inadvertently making another noise, and risking making the alpha upset.

It isn't very long before all of Agatha's clothes are scattered on the floor, and Jen's hand is wrapped around the CEO’s dick, slowly jerking her off.

Claire fights the urge to squeeze her thighs together at the sight.

Agatha isn't necessarily huge but she's certainly thick.

Jen's thumb just barely meets her other fingers.

“Enough.”

Agatha's voice is strained.

Jen immediately lets go, and steps away.

Claire’s lip is bleeding from how hard she's been biting it to keep herself from crying out with need, and she loses the battle as she watches Agatha stalk over to where she's spread out on her own desk, a deep hunger in her eyes.

“I'm going to fuck you so well you won't be able to remember your own name.” The raven haired woman growls.

“Please! Please, alpha, I need you!”

“I know, princess. Keep those pretty legs open.”

Claire shivers with lust as she watches Agatha guide herself to her dripping entrance, and as soon as the alpha's tip brushes against her, Claire lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, bucking her hips.

“I need you.” She whimpers, and she feels her desperation slide down her cheeks, wet, hot tears trailing towards the sides of her head.

Instead of a verbal response, Agatha thrusts herself into Claire with one smooth motion, and the governor's back arches off of the desk as her eyes roll back, silently screaming from how good it feels to finally, finally be stuffed full.

And then Agatha carefully pulls back, before slamming back in, and suddenly Claire finds her voice as she cries out with pleasure.

Again and again, faster and faster Agatha fucks into Claire, making her shout herself hoarse as her pussy gushes around the alpha.

“Breed me, breed me, want your knot, fuck your omega, want your pups, make me carry them, oh FUCK, fu-! Use me as a cumdump, please, please, I'll be so perfect, just use me, make me cum, oh shit, Agatha!”

Claire's so sensitive, her heat having been building up for a while, and this is the first time she's felt an alpha's touch.

She feels like she's electric, and loses count of how many times Agatha pushes her over the edge.

Over and over Claire loses her ability to breathe, to think, to do anything more than laying there and taking whatever Agatha decided is good enough for her, and she's so lost in the haze of pleasure, she doesn't even realize it when Jen climbs onto the desk and places her legs on either side of Claire's head.

“Please, alpha.” Jen’s voice is dripping with need. “Let me ride our omega's face, please.”

“Our?” Agatha hisses, her tone dangerous.

“Yours!” Jen whimpers. “Please, please. I promise I'll be such a good beta for you and Claire.”

There's the sound of a muffled moan followed by wet kissing, and Jen’s core is now firmly pressed against Claire's face, grinding against her, and it's all she can do to stick out her tongue, let alone try to properly pleasure her.

But it seems that it's good enough for Jen, who must've pulled away from Agatha, because her moans are now loud and unrestrained.

Strong hands have a bruising grip on her waist, and somehow, Agatha manages to fuck into Claire even faster, her own moans just as noisy as Jen’s.

“Gonna fill you with my pups, gonna fucking breedy your filthy slutty hole, it's so fucking wet, gonna turn you into my perfect little cumdoll, gonna make you take my knot.” The alpha growls as she pounds into Claire.

The vibration of Claire's own moan seems to be the thing that sends Jen over the edge, and the beta suddenly goes still as she screams out her orgasm, and it's like a domino effect.

Agatha's knot is suddenly stretching Claire open almost painfully wide, and she soundlessly screams as Agatha groans in pleasure, spilling her seed in Claire.

The omega whimpers as Jen moves off of her, the beta hitting to floor hard, her knees weak from her orgasm, but Claire can't seem to focus on the other woman as Agatha gently slips her arms behind Claire's back, carefully sitting her up, her cock still buried deep within her.

Claire's legs once more encircle Agatha's middle, and the alpha takes a few steps back until she's sitting in the desk chair.

“Come here, Jen.”

Agatha's voice has no right to still sound so smooth after what just happened, and Claire whines as she buries her face into the crook of the CEO’s neck, inhaling her scent.

A second pair of soft gently land on her back.

“Claire.”

Agatha's voice is low and quiet, but demanding.

“Jen and I would like to claim you.”

Oh.

Reluctantly, Claire removes her head from against Agatha's neck, and meets her eyes as she worries her lip, a metallic tang filling her mouth.

“I promise, I won't let Harkness parade you around.”

Jen's voice softly says from right behind her.

Claire turns her head to meet Jen’s gaze.

“You… You both want me?”

Agatha's hold on her briefly tightens.

“You say that as if there wouldn't be a line out the door and down several city blocks if everyone knew you were looking for mates.”

Jen smiles, and it's a tender thing that Claire hasn't seen from her before.

It makes her heart flutter.

Admittedly, if she had thought Jen wouldn't have ran for the hills, Claire would have asked Jen to claim her long before now.

Instead, Claire had pushed away her feelings for the pretty campaign manager, well knowing that Jennifer Barkley only does casual flings.

Though in hindsight, the fact Jen has stuck around for more than a couple of years should have been an indicator that perhaps she was more open to the idea of commitment than Claire had originally been led to believe.

She turns back to look at Agatha, who cuts her off before she can even open her mouth.

“I promise, if you let me be your alpha, I won't do anything to jeopardize your career. I am more than content to keep our relationship private.”

Her deep blue eyes are honest.

And Claire does so badly desire someone to belong to, to have someone to be protective and possessive of her, to cherish and love her.

It must be written all over her face, because Agatha gives her a small smile, and brushes a strand of Claire's hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss against her forehead.

“Where do you want the marks?”

“She'll want them on display.”

Jen walks around a little, so she's within Claire's eyesight.

Claire flushes.

Jen isn't wrong.

“On your neck then, hm?” Agatha hums. “All anyone else will see is that you've finally decided to claim mates.”

“You're sure?”

The question isn't for Agatha, it's for Jen, and Jen nods.

Claire can feel her anxiety swirl in her stomach, but she can't deny the excitement she's feeling either.

She tilts her head in silent invitation, exposing the side of her neck.

Agatha gives her forehead another kiss.

“Go on, Jen. You should claim her first.”

Gentle hands come to rest on her shoulders, and the scent of citrus and jasmine fills the air.

“It's going to hurt, princess.” Jen warns.

Claire shivers.

“It's okay. I want you. Both of you.”

Jen's right, it does hurt, and it's all Claire can do to keep herself still as the sharp pain races up and down her neck and shoulder.

It's all she can do to keep still as arousal from the pain goes straight to her core, and Agatha groans as Claire twitches around her cock.

When Jen licks at the bite, Claire loses the battle, and she whines, squirming as her floating headspace comes rushing back.

Agatha's chuckle rumbles against where Claire is pressed into her.

“My turn, little omega.”

Obediently, Claire tilts her head the other way, and it's like Agatha's teeth are magnetically pulled towards her neck, and Claire cries out with how harshly Agatha bites her.

To Claire's shock, Jen's hand soothing rubs at her back as she gently hushes Claire.

“Shhhh… It's okay, princess. It's almost over.”

Claire whimpers, but quiets, and Agatha peppers kisses along her neck when she pulls away.

“You did so good for me, precious one.” She husks out.

It's all Claire can do to force herself to nod, before she collapses forward, burying her head back against Agatha's neck.

“Agatha.” Jen catches the alpha's attention. “I'm going to call for the car to pull around.”

Claire's heart drops, and she pulls away, her head spinning, anxiety as always pushing pushing pushing at her.

“How- how are we going to- to-”

“I'm going to clear the office floor by pulling the fire alarm.”

Claire whips her head around and immediately regrets the way it pulls at the marks, causing a fresh wave of pain.

Agatha, however, only laughs.

“I'll never understand why people find you so frightening, Jenny.”

Jen huffs.

“Just because it's an immature move, doesn't mean it's a bad one.”

Agatha grins.

“I believe the headmaster had used the terms ‘adolescent’ and ‘childish’.”

Jen rolls her eyes and starts looking around the office for her phone.

Claire slowly turns back and rests her head against Agatha's shoulder, carefully keeping her breaths even and calm.

She can trust her alpha and beta to take care of her.

It's a new concept, and she still feels overwhelming anxiety trying to convince her to freak out, but Agatha's steady hands tangling through her hair and the sound of Jen rapidly talking into her phone grounds her, and for the first time in many years, Claire fully lets go of her need for control.

Agatha and Jen have everything handled.

Her mates.

She closes her eyes, content.

She's finally no longer alone.

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[d4rkhold]

the quietest crescendo (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

OVERVIEW: Your current piano tutor moves away to take up a new job in a different country, and you are left with a new teacher - a strange and alluring creature who inevitably draws you into her orbit. For what you didn’t know, her world was painted in a purple that was harsh and almost monstrous.

WORD COUNT: 3.7k 

WARNINGS: None in this chapter.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here’s an Agatha-related AU that I have been thinking about in my head for a few months (only for me to give into the urge of throwing all my ideas onto an actual draft and turning it into an actual fic)... This will be several chapters - however, I only have Chapter 1 finished and Chapter 2 roughly planned out. Special thanks to my two lovely friends who beta-read this for me (they won’t see this, but I LOVE YOU GUYS). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy reading this fic! (Also if you want to be added to a taglist for future chapters, feel free to let me know & DMs are always open). You can also find me on AO3 (same user as this one). 

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allen Poe.

Your curiosity had betrayed you tonight as you looked at the empty doorway and stopped to hear for any signs of movement nearby. Fluorescent lights from buildings and traffic signals out on the streets were the only illumination source where beams of light seeped through the large window of the hallway outside the office. The carpet under your feet, which was usually soft, felt like eggshells as you were conscious with each step you took, slowly making your way around the large oak desk. You couldn't tell if the murmuring noises you initially heard before entering the room were getting quieter or if your thumping heart was trying to drown out the unnerving commotion.

Exquisite paintings decorated the walls amongst dark green paint, and an unlit fireplace was concave within the walls of one side of the room. You noted the items on the desk: a simple lamp, a brooch with a motif you were unfamiliar with, and sheets of music scattering the desk's surface with scribbles of blue ink on them. You clutched the score in your arms tighter as you suddenly realised the strange sounds were getting louder. 

They seemed to be coming from one of the draws, which led you to open the top ones, only to find more arbitrary personal items within them. But when your hand reached the bottom drawer, the sounds ceased for a second. You almost thought you had imagined the whole unusual situation until you pulled open the drawer to reveal a charcoal-stained book with peculiar shapes and symbols on its cover - and to your dismay, it was glowing slightly amber. A lump formed in your throat, and you poked up above the desk's height to observe any movement in the hallway again.

Right, you had to do something about your terrible nosiness later, as now you had the book in your hands, heavier than you anticipated it to be. You grazed a hand over the jagged cover, eyes wide in awe of its peculiarity, for you had never seen something so unusual before. As you began to open it up to the first page, the murmuring noises started up again, but this time they were more aggressive and high-pitched, causing you to drop it unexpectedly.

As if the book itself had snitched on you, a familiar figure suddenly stood in the doorway, her eyes cold and piercing. You felt your throat go dry and your heart threatening to claw its way out of your chest as if it also didn’t want to be there at that moment.

“Aren’t you a nosey one, darling?” A low voice muttered from the other side of the room and you swore you saw a purple glint in her eye. She stepped into the office, shutting the door with a click, and you felt the world around you diminish. There was also the sheet music for Brahm’s Intermezzo, left forgotten and wrinkled, on the carpet floor near your shoes. You could not think of a better alternative to dying at that very moment.

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The sound of laptop lids simultaneously shutting echoed throughout the lecture theatre. People around you shuffled in their seats, shoving laptops and books into bags, eager to head out and into the weekend. It wasn’t a surprise that the classroom today wasn’t packed as it usually was, considering that semester break was only a week away. “That’s it for today. Have a good weekend, and see you all next week.” Chattering filled the room that was jarringly silent about a few minutes ago. “Oh, and class - don’t forget your last quiz of the semester is due next week.” 

Physics was not your best subject, but it also wasn’t your worst. You enjoyed it a reasonable amount, but you were still trying to adjust to the amount of work that was expected of you. Yet, it was an interesting subject to learn about, as your class was currently learning about quantum physics which you really enjoyed. 

You were still typing away while almost a third of the theatre had already started to empty out. As you finished up typing a to-do list for the weekend, you felt the hard nudge of an elbow dig into your side. “Ouch! What was that for?!” You exclaimed. 

Darcy had an unamused look on her face. “Everyone is almost gone! Class is over; can’t you finish that later?” She crossed her arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you saved your notes and shut off your laptop. “You don’t have a single ounce of patience in you, do you?” You muttered, grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag.

“I really do not,” She grinned. “Anyways, it’s Friday, and Monica texted me earlier today asking if you want to grab a bite to eat and head back to her place. Kate’s coming as well,” You stood up and started to follow her out of the classroom. You and Darcy Lewis met during first-year physics and have become good friends ever since. She had told you that she was planning to go into astrophysics and thinking about doing a PhD afterwards. However yourself? Well, you weren’t too sure where you were heading but had some vague ideas about what you wanted to do.

You were just about to tell her you were keen to come along, but then you remembered the wrapped gift in your bag. Today was your last piano lesson with your teacher, Professor Woo (he always urged you to just call him Jimmy), and you wanted to give him a farewell gift. He was one of the state’s finest pianists and had stopped playing professionally a few years ago to become a piano teacher. Aside from his astounding skills, he was patient and got along with people of all ages. The reason for his resignation was that he was offered to mentor a group of young “prodigies” in New York, aiming to play professionally one day. Speaking of ‘playing professionally’, your mother had wanted you to become a professional pianist. You’ve been playing the piano since the age of ten - enrolled by your mother, who was a beautiful player herself and had played competitively during her youth. However, you always kept piano as a side hobby and nothing more, despite your mother’s frequent suggestions over the years that you had great potential and should pursue it further. 

You loved playing the piano. It was your catharsis through thick and thin; with each melody of every song you played, you could feel it unravel the tension of the day within your body. You weren’t the greatest player, but you were somewhat proficient and could keep up with a couple of relatively complex pieces after many hours of practice. 

“Crap… I have my last piano lesson with Jimmy today, and he’s moving away for good,” You sighed. “I won’t be able to make it tonight; I’m sorry.” 

“You’re so boring-” Darcy winced as you punched her shoulder playfully. “Ouch, I was just kidding!” You laughed at her reaction, and she stuck her tongue out at you. 

The two of you exited through the doors and saw Monica leaning against the wall. She was holding a stack of textbooks in her hands and perked up when she saw you and Darcy approaching. She seemed to struggle to balance the items in her arms as she tried to give the two of you a wave but struggled as she tried to prevent her books from falling onto the ground. “Hey, Monica… How’s it… Uhh… going?” Darcy’s eyes widened as she repeatedly looked at Monica and back down at the books in her hands as the two of you approached her. You held out your hands to Monica, who passed a couple of books and gave you a thankful look. 

“Oh Lord, thank you, Y/N,” She straightened her back. “Well… As you guys can see,” She cleared her throat. “It’s not looking too good for me… Professor Hayward said that our exam is in five weeks, so I decided to get some extra resources from the library because he teaches so badly. As well as that, my back has been killing me with all these books I have to carry around all day! I’m so over this week.” 

The three of you started to make your way outside. It was only the middle of Autumn, and you noticed that it became slightly colder every day. Star-shaped leaves of various shades of orange and brown scattered the ground like a mosaic of earthy hues while rows of trees stood unmovingly and bare in the still afternoon. “Oh yeah, Monica, Y/N said she’s not able to make it this evening because it’s her piano teacher’s last day. How lame of her, don’t you think?” You rolled your eyes upon seeing the smirk on Darcy’s face. “Darcy, don’t be a bully… It’s fine, Y/N, have a good lesson, okay?” Monica smiled.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys next week,” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as a cool breeze passed by. “Tell Kate I said ‘hi’.” Monica nodded and waved at you with her phone in hand. “We’ll text you! And of course.” Darcy was busy trampling the leaves on the side of the path, which produced a satisfying “crunch” every time she stood on one. As you turned to leave, you swore you heard a protest from Darcy as Monica urged her: “Hurry up, we still have to get food!” You chuckled to yourself as you started to make your way to your lesson. 

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It only took around eight minutes to get from your last lecture to the music building you were so familiar with, situated just on the outskirts of the city. The building itself was considered ‘old’ to many who set their eyes upon it. It must have attained its prehistoric label due to the fact that there was an old church not so far away from it and how every other surrounding building seemed to appear relatively more modern. You often thought that the music building would’ve been renovated or upgraded by now, but it hadn’t been, and you were somewhat relieved. You loved it the way it was; its ‘oldness’ stuck out to you with its corinthian-styled pillars at the entrance and the tall archways that decorated the exterior and interior. 

Every time you stepped into the building, there was a feeling of something similar to sanctity in the air as you stood in the foyer, where an old resplendent chandelier hung elegantly from the high ceiling above you and groups of people lingered and talked before and after music lessons. You made your way through a set of large wooden doors and then proceeded to make your way up a set of stairs. The building was around four stories tall - and it wasn’t just pianists who were getting lessons: there were violinists, trumpeters, drummers, and many more to name. 

When you reached the top of the stairs, you made your way down the hallway, heading for the room where Jimmy always tutored you. Entering the small room, you let out a gentle huff as you placed your bag down and sat on the piano stool. Just after a few minutes, there was a knock on the door, and you perked up when you saw a familiar face poke around the corner with a warm smile. “How’s it going?” 

You crossed your arms in mock anger. “Actually, I’m not doing very well because somebody is moving to a different country to lead a bunch of tiny future Frédéric Chopins.” Jimmy laughed at that as he closed the door behind him and sat on the chair next to you. 

“‘Future Frédéric Chopins’... That’s funny.” He put down his own bag on the floor. “Well, there goes that humour I’m going to miss. As well as that, you’ve been a fantastic player and a pleasure to teach as always.”

“Thank you, but please don’t make me cry - the lesson hasn’t even started yet.”

45 minutes had passed, and Jimmy was going over some parts of Beethoven's ‘Für Elise.’ It was such a gentle and graceful piece to play - certainly one of your favourites. However, more often than not, you did slip up on the second section of the music - the more virtuosic part, which was relatively more complicated to play at a satisfactory speed. “You don’t need to rush. Just slow it down. Remember, we need to slowly build up our tempo and rhythm before diving right into this section.” Jimmy gave you an assuring look, and you nodded in acknowledgement. 

“Alright, I think that’s all.” He smiled warmly. “Well done today. You’re doing well. Beethoven would be proud, in my opinion.” You let out a small laugh, then remembered the gift you had for him. You almost jumped out of your seat, ignoring his quizzical look and pulled out a wrapped-up box from your bag to present to him. 

“You are very generous, thank you.” Jimmy smiled as he took the box from your hands. He began to unwrap the gift to reveal a woolly dark green scarf. He gave you an appreciative smile, which made you start to feel tears well in your eyes because you had reminded yourself that this was the last time you would most likely see him. You gave him a hug. “Thank you. It’s fantastic. This will definitely go well with the snow in New York.”

After a brief moment of shedding tears - which were mostly yours - and saying your goodbyes (and to your surprise, he presented you with a small gift as well), you both fetched your things. “Oh, I just remembered. The tutor who will replace me is in the building today. Do you want to meet her now? She won’t bite, I assure you.” Rolling your eyes, you scoffed with amusement. “Sure, it won’t hurt, I guess.” He chuckled and made his way out the door to fetch your new teacher, leaving you alone in the room.

For a moment, you stood alone in the small familiar room with the brown piano that was perched against the wall, trying to listen intently to the noises coming from nearby rooms. You could almost faintly hear the sound of a violin through sound-proof walls and light laughter coming from the stairwell. The building today was quieter than unusual — probably due to the fact that it was a Friday afternoon and the start of the semester break was closing in very soon. You turned and headed to the window to gaze outside, observing how the sky was becoming quite gloomy, threatening to rain later on. There were cars whizzing on the streets below, as well as the flowing crowds of people on the pavement, all hurrying to get to their destinations.

It was interesting to think about who would become your new tutor. In all honesty, you were somewhat nervous about meeting the person who would now be teaching you how to play Beethoven and so on. What if you didn’t get along with your new tutor, or what if the two of you wouldn’t see eye-to-eye? Some musicians you were acquainted with mentioned that some instrumentalists were excellent at playing but weren’t as good at teaching. Taking in a breath, you assured yourself that it would be a fresh start nevertheless and wouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

You continued to stare out the window until the gentle clearing of the throat all but caused you to break away from your daydream. Turning around, you saw Jimmy enter the room, followed by a woman who suddenly made the breath in your throat hitch. So much for not being a big deal, you thought. 

Aphrodite had nothing on her, for the woman had wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders and cerulean-blue eyes which were more captivating than any ocean you’ve ever seen, urging you to sink and dive into the depths of her oceanic irises.

Jimmy closed the door. “You’re lucky that I caught her; she was just on her way out.” 

Hands in pockets, she made her way over to you, pulled out a hand, and held it in your direction. “Hello darling, the name’s Agatha Harkness.” She spoke, her voice low and alluring. In all her beauty, you noticed she had a mysterious demeanour, an unusual coolness and a formidable aura that surrounded her. As well as that, ever since she entered the room just minutes ago, you could faintly smell traces of lavender essence in the air. She was the earth's electromagnetic field, and you were drawn to her orbit, her mere presence making you want to shy away but be close to her simultaneously. You told yourself that you were just lonely in terms of romantic interests. Nobody really has piqued your curiosity for a long time - or as Darcy had bluntly put it: “You hardly leave your apartment, of course, you’re not going to find anyone to swoon over.” In all honesty, she was somewhat correct - you didn’t really go out that much as you were busy fretting over your studies most of the time. However, that led to you having a lack of experience with proper relationships and an occasional melancholic prick to the heart.

You took her hand and shook it, thumbs and fingers brushing against hers while you met her gaze, a sudden heat creeping over your collarbones. “‘I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Professor Harkness.” 

A soft smirk formed on her lips. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine. Woo has been telling me how much of a lovely student you are. I’ll just have to wait and see how you play, though, my dear.” You felt your face grow warm, her sultry words and piercing gaze suddenly becoming too much. It took every inch of your body to resist averting your eyes to avoid coming off rude. How can one being subjected to Agatha’s sole attention threaten to ignite a smouldering fire within you? You thought to yourself.

“Harkness’ lessons with you will be at the same time and room on Fridays. There has been no change to the schedule, which makes it easy. She will be happy to discuss further matters with you later on.” Jimmy spoke and checked his watch, sighing. “Sorry to you both, but I have to get going. I have to get ready for a farewell gathering with some friends very soon.” You and Agatha bade your tutor a final goodbye and all the best for the future. Watching him walk through the bone-coloured hallways for the last time made you feel a wave of saturnine wash over you. But you smiled to yourself, knowing you’ll soon probably see his name in news articles and receive awards for leading an extraordinary ensemble in New York.

There wasn’t much to talk about between you and your soon-to-be tutor, which led to the two of you standing outside the music building after a short while Jimmy had left. Agatha’s effect on you was strange, for you were afraid to speak - intricately curating each response in your mind, and each time you spoke, your awkwardness was apparent to the woman. However, Agatha pretended to pay no mind to your sheepish behaviour, filing that slice of information away for later.

You sensed that it was time to part ways as the two of you stood outside on the pavement, the end of Autumn being evident as the evening was much colder today and the sun was starting to drift out of view, ready to trade places with the night very soon. Looking down, you watched as Agatha pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and started to put them on, and only then did you notice her slender, pale fingers. The older woman in front of you cleared her throat, and your eyes shot up to her face, which she had an indecipherable look. Her mouth formed into a small curve. “I’ll see you next week, Y/N. It was a delight to meet you, dear.” Hearing your name fall from the tip of her tongue made your stomach coil and your throat dry up. It was as if you were an ocean, and she was drinking every single drop of water, savouring it slowly while you were suspended in time and immobile in your own body — sip by sip, you watched her take everything from you. 

Before you could reply, she had already turned around and started to make her way in the opposite direction, and you stood there on the pavement, watching the woman walk away from you. It could’ve almost been an ending scene of a film — her brown hair dancing gently in cooperation with the slight breeze and the people - who looked so ordinary compared to her - walked past her. She was like a goddess among mortals, and you wished for nothing but to be graced by her presence endlessly. 

Nearby, the church bells rang out - the long, deep sound you heard so frequently - but today, it sent an eerie shiver down your spine and reverberated in your chest. You then turned and made your way to a set of stairs close by, which led to the underground train, attempting to brush off the unusual feelings at the same time. 

The London Underground was teeming with people who, most of them, had finished work. Around you, you could hear the sounds of shoes hitting the concrete and light chatter amongst people who were also waiting for their ride home. Once you got on the train and sat down, you contemplated the weekend, silently cursing as you remembered you had to wake up early for work tomorrow morning at the bookstore. How annoying - you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow after a long week of staying up to study and waking up early for lectures. 

It was only for a small portion of the journey home that you were thinking about the coming events of the weekend until your thoughts had slowly drifted to your encounter today with the woman who was Agatha Harkness, for she had bewitched you in an unfamiliar and tantalising way. 

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #wandavision #agatha harkness imagine #agatha wandavision #marvel au #agatha x reader #agatha all along #kathryn hahn #house of harkness #marvel #agatha harkness smut

[darkqueen0104]

#kathryn hahn #wanda x agatha #agatha harkness #agathahouseofharkness #marvel edit #tumblr #my edit #my edits #edits #photo edit #black & white #actress #photoshoot #photography #beautiful woman smiling #beautiful women #beautiful #wandavision #follow if you like #50 likes #follow #viral on social media #viralpost #my post #agatha coven of chaos #agatha all along #bad moms #mrs fletcher #love her

[ellastone-olsen]

Thinking about soft mommy Wanda

Warnings: NSFW 18+, strapon usage, mommy kink obviously, eating out, praise, blow job

AN: happy new year guys, just little headcanons in this wonderful day

Soft mommy Wanda who...comes up during your anxiety attacks and gently takes your face in her hands whispering “Everything is okay, mommy is here. Never think to yourself the way you think." She looks into your eyes and then peppers your face with little kisses, finding your lips and wrapping her arms around your shoulders so you can climb into her lap.

Soft mommy Wanda who...really loves tactility and kisses. Every time you two are together, she doesn’t miss the opportunity to put her hands on you. Like when you're making coffee for the two of you and you feel her arms wrap around your waist and her cute little nose buries in the crook of your neck. Or when you're watching a movie and she pulls you back into her lap to kiss and hug the sweet girl you are. Wanda loves the look of her lipstick on you and while you are at home she marks every area of ​​skin she can reach.

Soft mommy Wanda who...took you on the best dates of your life every week. It wasn't always banal restaurants and candlelit dinners. Sometimes she took you to the aquarium or one time you were on a restaurant train that went through a snowy forest while Wanda wrapped you in a plaid blanket and ordered endless mugs of cocoa with marshmallows and sprinkles.

Soft mommy Wanda who...at first she was afraid that you might reject her because of her age, but she couldn’t pass by such a sweet little thing like you. The evenings when you assured her that she was beautiful, desired and loved were always in your memory. It's amazing that even such an adult woman as she was sometimes unsure of herself.

Soft mommy Wanda who...loves to tease you in any way, as cute photos from your shared bed where her soft breasts are visible through the neckline of her dress, or when you go shopping and she slips into your dressing room to kiss you and squeeze her knee between your thighs pulling a small whine out of you. She might let you grind against her, but then pull away and walk out leaving you horny.

Soft mommy Wanda who...is afraid of hurting you when you ask her to fuck you hard and fast, assuring her that you can handle it. She periodically asks you what color it is to make sure that everything is okay with you and when you crying out “Green” she continues to pump her strap, wanting to satisfy her sweet girl.

Soft mommy Wanda who...loves it when you worship her body properly like no one ever has. She goes crazy when your mouth kisses every part of her body, from her soft breasts to her plush thighs. You adore her bulging tummy, paying special attention to this part of the body. It's amazing that it was precisely because of this that she always had a complex, until you convinced her how ideal she was.

Soft mommy Wanda who...pushes her hips closer to your mouth as you suck on her clit and lick her soaked folds. “Yes baby, just like that...damn such a good girl. You always know how to satisfy mommy...oh fuck.” Her back arches when you insert your fingers into her, feeling the warm walls hug you.

Soft mommy Wanda who...strokes your hair as you take her strap deep into your throat and wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes with her thumb. For a couple of seconds she presses your nose to her stomach and you take the entire length. When she allows you to step back and breathe, she always asks if she was too worried about you. "It's okay mommy." you don't look up to me "I always want to please you."

#wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #elizabeth olsen #natasha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness x reader #kathryn hahn

[zafirosreverie]

I think you promised me a date (Agatha x F!Reader)

A late b-day present for @roseclear love you 💕

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"Love!"

Agatha blinked a bit, snapping out of her thoughts. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings, but there was no one else on the street. She turned to see you running towards her, looking at you curiously.

"Love, wait for me!" you shouted, silently thanking that the woman stopped to wait for you.

You guys didn't know each other, not in the slightest. You had never seen this woman in your life but right at that moment she was your only option. Agatha for her part was just curious about your intentions. As soon as you were close enough to her, you took her hand and pulled her forward, leaning into her so you could whisper to her.

"Thanks" you murmured, still agitated "sorry, it's just...there's a guy who's been following me for 20 minutes and I don't want him to follow me home" you explained without stopping walking.

Agatha took advantage of one of the mirrors of a parked car to glance back, confirming that there was a male shadow following you. She narrowed her eyes and unconsciously squeezed your hand a little more. Men, they never learn.

She didn't really understand why she kept walking with you, it wasn’t as if she cared, she had never cared for mortals, and she could easily disappear, but for some reason, leaving you alone and vulnerable felt wrong to her.

Maybe it was the way you clung to her as if your life depended on it, the warmth your body radiated next to hers, or that she could smell your perfume because of your closeness, she didn't know, but her magic stung in her fingers wanting to protect you.

"What's your name?" she asked quietly

"Sorry?" you whispered back

"Well, I would like to know my girlfriend's name" she teased without raising her voice "...or maybe wife?"

The witch didn't even try to hide her smirk as you blushed deeply and looked down at the ground. Your grip on her hand loosened a little, but she didn't let you pull away. She had to admit you were a lovely sight, for a human.

"Y/N" you muttered, looking up at the street.

"Agatha" she replied without taking her eyes off you

"Lovely name" you said, without thinking

"Thanks" she giggled "so, Y/N, would you like to go to a cafe? I know a good one, near here"

You blinked and looked at her, losing yourself for a moment in her incredibly blue and beautiful eyes. You quickly scolded yourself mentally and blushed again, looking away from her.

"What?" was all you managed to ask

"Oh come on honey, it's not the first time we've had an impromptu date night" she said.

You frowned and looked back at her, quickly catching her subtle cue to look behind you. You didn't even have to turn your head far to notice that the man was now closer, definitely close enough to hear you.

"I'd love to, darling" you said, smiling at her.

The brunette simply smiled back and squeezed your hand, quickening her pace.

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"He is stubborn"

You looked at the beautiful woman sitting across from you, who in turn was subtly looking over the menu at one of the tables behind you. You had been in that cafe for at least an hour and the man seemed to have no intention of leaving you alone.

"You seem to be someone important, hon" she said casually "anything I should know, my dear Y/N?" she asked with a smirk

You just rolled your eyes, not wanting her to notice the nerves that hadn't left you yet. You had certain ideas of who might have sent that guy to follow you and just thinking about it made your stomach churn.

"I thought he would give up soon" you said "I thought he just followed me because I was alone"

"Well, clearly someone put a target on your head, love."

The way she said it was so casual that it was almost hurtful. She didn't seem to care that your life might be in danger or that someone was hunting you...but to be honest, you couldn't blame her. She didn't even know you, why should she care? At least she was kind enough to walk you there, and a part of you was afraid that she would get tired of waiting for the man to go away and leave you alone.

"If he doesn't leave in the next 15 minutes, we'll go to plan B" she said suddenly.

"P-Plan B?" you asked confused

She just smiled at you and called the waiter to ask for your wine glasses to be refilled and she ordered another lasagna for the two of you. It looked like you were going to be here for a while.

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Agatha wasn't a woman who shone for her patience with humans, and if she was being honest, that guy who looked at you as if you had a sale sign around your neck was starting to annoy her.

She didn't really know what had come over her, but in that hour sitting with you, she had become…rather protective of you. And if that idiot wouldn't stop looking at you as fresh meat, God help him.

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"Okay, that's all" You blinked as your companion set her glass firmly against the table and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, all the while looking behind you.

"Still there?" you asked

"Not for much longer"

"Where are you going?" you said alarmed, taking her arm as she stood up

"To talk to him" she smiled at you "He won't bother you again"

You let go of her arm and lightly scoffed at it. Agatha looked at you curiously and for a moment she didn't move, just getting lost in the nervous movement of your fingers gently tapping the table.

"If you can do that" you said "I'll take you on a real date" you joked

"Deal" she smirked and winked at you when you looked at her in surprise.

You watched in silence as the woman approached with a firm and sure step to the table from where the man had been watching you. For a moment you worried that he was going to do something to her, but you quickly put that thought to rest. Agatha seemed like the type of woman who could defend herself.

You couldn't really hear what she said to the man, and her back partially blocked your view of his face, but from one moment to the next, you thought you saw his eyes (or at least the only one you could see) turning purple and his expression changed to one of horror.

You dismissed it as an effect of the alcohol in your system, even though you hadn't had that much to drink. However, you couldn't think much of it because the man quickly got up, dropping a wad of bills on the table with a thud, and stormed out of there like hell.

You gaped at Agatha as she walked back to you with a smirk on her face. You didn't even bother trying to hide your blush when she caressed your cheek after gently closing your mouth.

"How nice, he even paid our bill" she told you "come on honey, I think it's safe to get out of here"

You didn't protest when she pulled you up and laced her fingers through yours to guide you out of the place. Your mind tried to catch up with everything without success.

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"How…what did you tell him?" you asked once you were able to find your voice after walking with her for at least two blocks

"Nothing important" she smiled, looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

You seemed too lost in thought, not noticing that you had never let go of her hand since you left the cafe. Not that she cared, in fact, she was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of your skin on hers.

"I...I don't know how to thank you" you said quietly

"Oh honey" Agatha laughed, stopping.

It was at that moment that your mind seemed to wake up a bit and you realized that you were on your street. You didn't even know how you got there or how she could know where you lived. You thought it could be a mere coincidence.

"We already have a deal, remember?" she said

You looked at her confused, blushing when she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her. You put your hands on her shoulders out of sheer reflex and your breath caught in your throat as her piercing eyes scanned you shamelessly.

You gasped a little and your face grew hotter as Agatha used her free hand to caress your face and her thumb teased your lower lip for a moment.

She was really close to her and her warm breath smelled like red wine, which only made it more intoxicating for you. The brunette brought her face a little closer to yours and you could feel her lips brushing against yours.

"I think you promised me a date, my love" she murmured against your mouth.

You swallowed audibly as her eyes turned the same purple you'd seen in the man's eyes and you felt an electric current running through your body.

Oh shit. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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[slightly-smarter-nat]

Dinner Reservation: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff

༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of killing; descriptions of violence and injury (16+ advised); manipulation tactics; mentions of pain. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 2901 words.

Summary: Stephen and Wong need to put their plan into motion.

A/N: Part 7 of ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’. Miss Agatha Harkness, what have you done? Still love her though <3 This does get quite dark towards the end, so I apologise for that. Still, I hope you all enjoy.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Masterlist

Translations: “Detka” - ‘baby’ “Malyshka” - ‘baby’

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GIF not mine

Dinner Reservation: The Scarlet Apprentice-

“Malyshka can we talk?”

It has been almost a whole day since you and Wanda have last interacted. She feels absolutely awful, never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would ever harm you. When she lost Vision, she thought she was incapable of loving again, but during her darkest time, you were there. You’ve always been there for her and this is how she repays you?

No, she won’t let things end like this, she can’t lose you, she can’t lose anyone else in her life.

Having time to think, she can only assume the power of the Darkhold is influencing the both of you; in more ways than one. She needs to talk to you, preferably alone.

That’s another concern of Wanda’s, ‘Agnes’ hasn’t left your side once. There’s not much damage Agatha can do as ‘Agnes’, but that doesn’t stop the worries flooding Wanda’s mind. After all, Agatha has her ways of making her appearances when you least expect them.

You slowly turn towards Agatha, silently asking if it is okay to go with Wanda. That sends a heat of jealousy through Wanda, why would you be looking towards ‘Agnes’ for a sense of permission?

‘Agnes’ gives you a nod and follows up with, “Go ahead Hon, I’ll just be over here if you need me”.

You slowly pick yourself up from the garden chair you were occupying. Steadily making your way across to Wanda, you still haven’t quite forgiven Wanda for hurting you, true you have not been the most kind yourself over the past few days but that was beyond your own control.

From what Agatha has explained to you, the power surges your system to a point where you can’t even think for yourself. It’s like ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’ needs you in order to survive, using your body and form as a host, once unleashed you aren’t in control, there’s no personality there other than the The Scarlet Apprentice.

Wanda leads you into the house, sitting at one of the seats surrounding the Kitchen Table, she gestures to the seat next to her, hoping you’ll oblige- you don’t. Instead you walk over to the opposing wall, leaning back on it with your arms folded in front of you.

She releases a defeated sigh, knowing you're quite stubborn when you want to be. “Love, I want to apologise for what happened. I don’t know what came over me, I never intended to hurt you. I just got so mad and it influences my control over my powers. It was like pure rage took over me and I didn’t realise what I was doing until it was too late. Detka, I really am sorry”. Tears run down Wanda’s face, she’s at a loss, she feels as though you’ll never forgive her. Just as she’s about to speak again, you shift in your place, releasing a sigh of your own.

“See, this is the issue Wands, what you just described, about having this sense of rage take over, not even being conscious of your own actions, that’s my situation right now. I have been trying to explain to you that this whole thing doesn’t make sense, that I cannot control myself. I don’t even remember half of the things you say I do, and I feel sick to my stomach that these actions have caused me to hurt those closest to me.” You move to take a seat next to Wanda.

“I know we have so much to learn about The Darkhold and what its teachings mean for the both of us, but we need to stick together, to communicate. Like for instance, you got so mad at me for what I did at the temple, though when I told you I couldn’t remember a thing, you treated me like dirt. I feel as though Agatha is the only one who listens to me-“.

Wanda’s eyes shoot up at the mention of Agatha’s name, “Agatha? When has ‘Agatha’ had the time to understand you?”

Your eyes widen at the slip up you’ve just made. Wanda is very pedantic when it comes to the difference between Agatha and Agnes. She knows Agatha will always find a way to rise again.

“I meant Agnes, sorry Wands, my head is all over the place and with all the stress and the new environment it’s hard for me to keep up with Agatha, Agnes thing. Honestly it was just a little mistake. The only time I’ve had with Agatha is with your presence.” You can feel yourself digging a bigger hole, the more you ramble, the more unrealistic your lies sound. Agatha made you promise not to tell Wanda about her not switching back to Agnes- telling you it’s tortuous not being in control. Something you can relate to and therefore sympathise with.

You can feel yourself getting worked up under Wanda’s hardened gaze. Sweat begins to build up on your forehead. You go to wipe it away with your sleeve, “Wow, it’s scorching in here”, you cringe at your lame attempt to change the subject.

You shift in your seat, tucking one of your legs under yourself to seem more casual, in that moment you see Wanda’s eyes flash red. You’re startled, not quite knowing what she is using her powers for, is she going to hurt you… no, no, no she’s reading your mind.

Before you can even change your thought pattern, Wanda displays a look of outrage,”You let her remain as Agatha and didn’t tell me?! You know the risks she poses, how could you be so stupid?”

She pushes herself out of her chair harshly, making her way to the back door with a quickened pace.

You rise from your chair, “Stupid? You’re the one who mis-conjured, how does that make me the stupid one?” You instantly regret the words that leave your mouth when you see Wanda halt in her actions, she turns to you with a murderous gaze. She lifts her hands, decorated in a red mist.

You grab at the table beside you, anticipating an injurious hit. You scrunch your eyes closed to prepare, but to your surprise, nothing happens. You open your eyes to see Wanda has left the house.

“This can’t be good.” Knowing the extent of the anger channeling through Wanda in concern with Agatha, you run out of the house, eager to prevent anything from getting out of hand. You wouldn’t even put it past Wanda to kill Agatha on the spot. You’re not quite sure why but Agatha is like a trigger for Wanda. One little thing can send her spiralling for hours, true Agatha has quite the troubling personality, almost thriving from riling people up; but not enough for Wanda to have all this pent-up anger.

“Agatha”, in that one word, Wanda is able to display the perfect mixture of fury and caution, giving Agatha a sign not to play games with her.

“Hiya, Hon. Say, that’s quite the face you’ve got on you there sweetness. Did I leave the-“

“Enough”, Wanda raises her voice, tensing her body in an attempt to stop it shaking with the anger she’s exhibiting.

Agatha’s innocent persona falters, as she senses the change in atmosphere. She lets out a huff of air, staring at the ground in front of her, “You figured it out then, that your old pal Agatha has been running the show for the last day. I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out hot stuff.” Agatha throws herself back in her chair, returning her gaze to the fuming Witch in front of her.

“What have you told y/n, did you use your powers on them?” Wanda flexes her fingertips slightly, freeing her magic in order to intimidate Agatha enough to answer.

Agatha lets out a dark chuckle, “Oh wow, very scary Hon, you almost had me there… I only told them the truth, that you are neglecting their best interests, that you're using them in order to advance your powers as The Scarlet Witch. I was about to add on to that but you just had to interrupt. Also, as for the powers, you selfishly forgot to leave me with those, but I appreciate being free of Agnes for a while, very refreshing.” Agatha displays a sinister smirk on her lips, though she’s trying to display a confident front, she is absolutely terrified Wanda will obliterate her in a second. She doesn’t have to worry for too long though, because her saviour is making their way out of the house right about now.

“Wanda please, Agatha just needed some time, it’s causing her so much pain being kept under your magic. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Agatha catches Wanda’s eye before changing her whole character. She throws herself on to her knees, attempting to cry, “Please Wanda, I was just trying to help you both, you’re all I have left, the only people I have to protect, please spare my life”. She lets out a range of sobs, clutching at the grass in front of her.

“Wanda, I can’t believe you, there’s no need for this, she hasn’t done anything wrong, all she’s trying to do is help and you’re threatening her.” You move to where Agatha is positioned, whispering reassurances to her, trying to calm her down.

“What I, s-she’s lying, please y/n this is what she does, she’s manipulating the situation.” Wanda stutters out her explanation, knowing Agatha is working a different form of magic.

“Really? Why is she cowering in fear, whilst you stand there with your magic on show? It seems like you’re the one who’s lying here Wanda”. You start to rub soothing circles on Agatha’s back, guiding her off the floor and back into the Garden chair.

“This is ridiculous, she is using you Detka, she’s not interested in you, just your power.” Wanda can’t believe she’s let this happen. She knew Agatha was dangerous, she did what she could to prevent her from acting against you.

“Please Wanda, calm down, we can talk this through, this isn’t you, please don’t hurt me again, I can’t take it.” You shoot your glare to Wanda as Agatha finishes her plea.

“Agatha, what do you mean ‘again’?” You question cautiously.

Agatha looks to you with teary eyes, “You mean she hasn’t told you, what she did to me in Westview, how she left me there, suffering, in agony.” Your heart clenches at this, how could Wanda do this, she always said it was Agatha’s doing, that she was the enemy, but now you’re not so sure.

Wanda can’t lose her temper, it will only prove Agatha’s wicked lies, “I can’t hear anymore of this.” She conjures her magic to turn Agatha back into Agnes-properly this time.

“Wanda, what are you doing, change her back now!” You can’t believe with everything Wanda has put Agatha through she’d torment her more by turning her back into the form she hates most.

“No, she is playing mind tricks, I told you she would do this and yet you’re so gullible. Can’t you see she is trying to get between us.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “So really, this is just your insecurities shining through with a dash of jealousy, classy Wanda, really classy.”

Wanda tilts her head, “It’s not jealousy y/n it’s the truth.”

“Aww poor Wanda, she’s scared someone might steal someone else away from her life, poor Wanda that she will have to-“ Your harrowing words are stopped when you feel the harsh sting of a slap go across your face.

You take a few seconds to steady yourself before looking back at Wanda, tightening your jaw in the process.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re angry, but-“ Wanda feels you grasp her throat, lifting her from the ground with pure ease. Your hand starts to glow a cosmic blue. Wanda squeals in pain as you send a fiery burn to her skin. You squeeze her throat incredibly tight before throwing her to the side without a care.

Wanda slams into a tree, clutching at her throat as she desperately tries to regain her breath. She attempts to soothe the burn, but it just intensifies with the contact of her powers.

She watches you stride over the ‘Agnes’, kneeling at her side, “No…detka” she lets out weakly, but it’s too late.

You lift your hand up to ‘Agnes’s’ head and a flash of blue covers her, revealing Agatha once more.

“Thank You, Lovely.”

You rise to your feet, offering your hand to Agatha, which she gratefully accepts.

She makes a show of brushing the dirt from her clothes as she gets up, glancing around until she spots Wanda’s form.

“Well, what do we have here then. It seems like Miss Wanda is in quite the pickle. What’s wrong Hon, oh don’t tell me, the big, bad and well fantastic Witch has taken your sweet, innocent Apprentice and turned them into something great.”

Wanda glares at Agatha, lifting her hand to send a charge of magic her way, before she can release the charge she hears a snap in her wrist, causing her to let out a scream of pain. She moves to clutch her suspected, broken wrist, noticing the fading blue magic that leaves her skin.

“Oh dear, my Apprentice needs to learn some manners.” Agatha clicks her fingers, allowing a mist of purple to escape and send you abruptly onto your knees.

She walks over to grab you by the chin, “Fix my toy, Sweet thing.” Your gaze doesn’t leave Agatha’s, as you send a blue spark towards Wanda.

Wanda cries but breathes heavily through the pain, as she feels your magic mend her wrist back together.

“Good pet, stay”, Agatha gives you a loving stroke across the face as she focuses her attention back on Wanda.

“Let’s try that again shall we, don’t be tempted to attack again, or next time I won’t let them fix you up.” Wanda lets out a sob, knowing she’s lost.

“Oh toots, get a hold of yourself, this is what you wanted. You wanted y/n to understand their capabilities as The Scarlet Apprentice. That is exactly what they’re doing, I just gave them a little shove in the right direction.”

Wanda looks over to you, attempting to get through to you, “Y/n, please…”

“Awww, if it wasn’t so pathetic, it might be cute. Y/n isn’t there anymore. All that fills that pretty little head is thoughts of destruction and chaos. Also their new devotion to me, after all I helped them unleash their power, and never scolded them for trying. Unlike ‘the mean Scarlet Witch’.” Agatha lifts Wanda up by her hair.

“Luckily for me, they have enough power to release me from your hold, and you know what that means…” Wanda lets out a defeated ‘No’.

“Yes, I have my powers back, and now The Darkhold, since you so kindly brought it back to me. Oh and I can’t forget the gift that just keeps on giving- your Apprentice.” She drops Wanda’s head and moves back over to you.

“As fun as this is, I don’t see any further use for you. It’s been fun whilst it lasted doll face, but there can only be one Witch in this Town…” Agatha lifts her hands ready to annihilate Wanda, that is until an idea enters her head.

“Honey, why don’t you do the honours, you know since she’s been so cruel to you.” She addresses you.

You lift yourself, walking over to Wanda with no emotion, ready to carry out Agatha’s command.

Wanda stares at you with pleading eyes, you take no notice as you lift her with your magic, suddenly finishing your advances off with an enormous blast; sending Wanda flying across Town.

“Not quite what I had in mind, but good job pet.” Agatha says to you encouragingly.

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-Sanctum Sanctorum, New York City-

“We can’t just walk up to Wanda like ‘Hey there, remember us, the two people you left for dead. Yeah we know your partner is going insane, wanna help us take them down and potentially die trying so?’” Stephen lets out sarcastically.

“Sounds fine to me, maybe add a bit more passion in it next time.” Wong suggests.

Stephen throws his hands up frustratedly, “What’s the use, this is going to be impossible, it’s not like she’s going to come barging through that door willing to help.” By the time Stephen finishes his sentence, the doors to the Sanctum Sanctorum are thrown open.

Stephen and Wong rush over to see who the intruder is, to their disbelief it’s the exact person they need to help with this whole situation.

It’s Wanda.

Well, a very bloody, injured Wanda.

Stephen rushes to her side, guiding her to a chair to rest. Wong seeks medical supplies to attempt to tend to her wounds.

“Wanda, what happened?” Stephen allows the Cloak of Levitation to leave him, surrounding Wanda in the form of a blanket to keep her warm.

“Y/n, they, t-they… Agatha has taken over, The Scarlet Apprentice has been unleashed.” Wanda sobs out.

“Well, there goes my Dinner reservation for tonight.” Wong lets out.

Stephen nods his head to his cloak, which lifts its corner from Wanda’s shoulder to smack Wong across the head.

All three of them know what lies ahead…

They need to stop Agatha and her new Apprentice-you.

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[getlostsquidward]

can i request sub!agatha dreaming of reader fucking her with a dildo and waking up to reader doing the exact same thing to her?

you’re my favorite kind of night

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, cnc, somnophilia, cockwarming, light d/s

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There's nothing in the world Agatha loves more than you filling her holes up.

She loves to warm your strap on a slow day, where she would just sit on your lap and lazily make out with you. She loves to sit on your cock while you braid her hair and trace random shapes on her back. She loves it when you fuck her until she's sore, or just slow and gentle love-making.

Her constant need to be filled up and close to you has once resulted in you falling asleep with your fingers still buried in her. 

But what she loves most is when you lie behind her, your tits and stiff buds pressing against her back. One of her legs would be intertwined with yours, securing it in your hold so she won't close her legs. Your hand would be guiding the dildo into her cunt, the toy bigger than the one attached to your strap. It hits all the right spots, and Agatha would always find herself close to orgasm, her arousal fueled by your warm body close to hers as you kiss her neck, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“Good girl,” you'd say, and she instantly melts at the raspiness of your voice. “You're doing so well.”

“More,” she whines, her hips lifting slightly, meeting your thrusts. 

A particular deliberate thrust pulled Agatha away from dreamland, the blurred lines between her wet dreams and reality becoming clearer as she realizes you were in the exact position in her dreams. She tilts her head towards you, your lips brushing her cheek. Pressing a soft kiss, you whisper. “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Mmm, morning,” she shot back, sleep still evident in her voice.

“You were making pretty noises in your sleep, and you're soaking wet, too. Were you having a naughty dream, baby?”

Agatha sighed as your thrusts became languid, wanting more, wanting release– but she couldn't find it in her to complain.

“Mmhmm.”

“What were you doing in your dream?”

“I'm...being your good girl...bunny...mommy,” she answers, coherent enough while tethering between sleep and full consciousness.

“That's right, and good bunnies like you deserve a reward, don't you?”

Agatha's sleepy moans turned into a yawn. “Ssshhh, go back to sleep, bunny. I promise I'll take care of you and that sweet little cunt.”

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MASTERLIST

PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR: Scarlett Johansson & characters, Lizzie Olsen & characters, Hailee Steinfeld & characters, Cobie Smulders & characters, Brie Larson & characters, Kathryn Hahn & characters, Florence Pugh & characters, Tessa Thompson & characters, mortica addams, Marilyn thornhill, Emily Prentiss, and (possibly) any others that are requested

THINGS I WILL WRITE: age gaps (legal), angst, fluff, pet play, step-cest, amab/intersex (only for characters not reader), pregnancy, dark fics, knives or weapons, sensitive topics, little!reader, little!characters, age play, actresses x reader, lactation, and prob more that I can’t remember

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE: incest, pedophilia, men x reader (platonic is fine), male!reader, amab/intersex reader, underaged (character or reader), and smut

When requesting please do not use the term “g!p” and instead use amab, intersex, or just say that they have a dick!!

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And if you don’t like my blog, just leave. I’ll just delete any hate I receive so don’t waste your time!!

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Carol Danvers/Brie Larson

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Mortica Addams

Ms. Thornhill

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