#agatha harkness lesbian

[aggieslittleslut]

Housewife in the basement

Warnings: smut, roughtop!Agatha, mommy kink, very light pet play, fem!reader , established relationship, sex magic,

18+ only

Authors note:

This is my first one yall, chronically horny reading smut for years but here I am taking a stab at it myself. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part 2. Because I’m enjoying writing the smut I’d want to read

Your life has certainly gotten quite strange since you followed your witch girlfriend into town. “Westview” is what they call it but it feels more akin to the thunder dome.There has been so much you have not been able to understand since you fell into the world of magic, and what ever the fuck is happening in this town flew right over your head so you stay at home, away from outside, and people. Agatha had warned you that the witch you now know as Wanda may notice you and force you under your spell, which of course, you did not want to happen. So you stay inside of Agathas home, well you think its Agathas home… there are many questionable rooms that suggest a man lives here but you always brush it off as a weird design mistake. You did not mind being the house wife though, if you squinted it was almost like Agatha was coming home from work and not gaslighting her neighbour so she can absorb her power. Agatha has always been like this though, she makes it hard to stay fully committed but at the end of the night she always has you on your knees begging, its a kind of love you feel as if can never break.

You sit at the edge of the couch, mug in your hand thinking over and over again about what you saw in the basement today. It all happened so fast, you were making sandwiches for Wanda’s kids and then all of a sudden you see Wanda in the centre of the basement bound by Agatha’s power. No matter how hard you tried, it was just that moment playing over and over in your head, seeing Wanda tied up and tossed around like a rag doll sent waves of heat through your body. You went over this scenario in your head thousands of times before you were snapped out of it by the sudden opening of a door. In walks your girlfriend- but wait she’s not wearing her big “final boss bitch” outfit like you had planned.

“Aggie?! What happened” you ran over to her as she slammed the door and dropped the purse you did not remember her owning.

“I got completely fucked by the Scarlett Witch thats what” She replies and with a wave of her hand her outfit changes from the suburban neighbour look she was wearing to the outfit she had on earlier in the day except her hair is a wavy mess and fingers stained with the aftermath of the dark hold.

She slumped on the couch “I almost fucking had her too… damn me and my villainous monologues”. You sit down beside her trying to gauge the damage and what has happened.

“Are you hurt? If she hurt you I swear to-“ “What? What on earth could you possibly do to her? I got my ass beat into the ground. You couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.” She snaps. Taken aback by her anger you scoot over on the couch, her grimence softens and she replies in a lighter tone

“no, im not hurt… well other than my largely inflated ego…” . “So… she just let you go? Just like that?” You respond. “No… it was humiliating she thinks she trapped me as Agnes again don't know how she thought that would work but…” she pauses and lightly laughs “she just doesn’t know how to use all that power” she sighs and slumps into the couch.

“So… now what?” You ask cautiously “I guess we leave?” “Oh no darling Wanda will be back trust me, I’m just forced to play the waiting game” You place a kiss on her forehead as you stand up, on the way to get some more tea, but a purple wall of magic appears in front of you blocking your path.

“Tsk tsk tsk did I give you permission to leave?” Agatha scoffs. You sigh and roll your eyes “I am just going to get some more tea Aggie”. Agatha snaps her fingers and instantly your cup is refilled and one appears in her hand for herself.

“No princess, you are going to sit down and tell me why your mind is being so loud”. Damn, nothing ever gets past her. Agatha stays out of your mind because she does care about your privacy but when you feel an emotion strongly, she says she can always hear the muffled thoughts. Not clearly enough to pick out exactly what you are thinking but enough to know something is distracting you from the conversation.

“Sorry Aggs, I'm listening I promise, I guess my mind is running from the fight you had with Wanda today and all..” you try to play it off as worry. Suddenly your body is immobilized and you feel a tightness around your throat.

“Now what did we say about lying” Agatha’s voice has that tone that makes your knees weak, the one reserved for the bedroom. At that moment there was no more playing it off, she already knew what was happening. She begins to pace around your body and takes the mug out of your hand.

“Believe me angel, we probably have decades before Wanda shows back up for me to tell you about the fight- but suddenly I’m interested in something else” she smirks, releasing you from the magic. Instantly she holds out her hand and your underwear appears in it. You have now become increasingly aware of its absence against your sweatpants. Your breath hitches as she runs her blackened fingers over the underwear, picking up all the slick your dripping wet core had left.

“My my my well what do we have here” she smirks. She pushes you onto the couch and straddles your hips. You can feel the blood rushing between your legs as you whine softly.

“Wanna tell me what happened here” she purred dangling the wet underwear between the two of you. You moan, unable to form words and she grasps your chin firmly “you answer me when I address you” she snapped. You flinched

“I…. I saw you… in the basement… with Wanda” you reply basically out of breath. Agatha cocks an eyebrow and replies “you saw me in the basement with wanda?- OH” her voice deepens as she realizes exactly what in the basement elicited that reaction. She grinds into your lap very lightly teasing where you need her most and then releases standing up tossing your underwear to the side.

“You’ve got quite the dirty mind, I'll give you that” she looks over your body again, enjoying the state she has left you in. She starts pacing back and forth and you can feel her eyes raking over your body

“My little innocent angel sat here all hot and bothered just because little ol’ me tossed Wanda around a little. I knew you liked it rough but sweetheart, this is quite the new shade” she claps her hands and all of a sudden you are both standing in the middle of her basement. Agatha circles around you slowly eying you up and down. Far too distracted to notice her precious darkhold is missing. You snap out of the haze Agatha has you in when you notice the absence of the tomb and attempt to speak up

“Agatha your-“ You are cut off with a slap to the face as Agatha looms over you. The familiar sting in your face sends an ache down to your core. “You don’t get to call me that… not here” she snarls. Fine, I guess the darkhold can wait you thought, far too preoccupied with what is happening in front of you to have a second thought. You stare off into her eyes, struggling to form sentences when you feel her magic slowly lock onto your body then roughly throw you into a wall. Your body floats back to the centre of the room in front of Agatha, completely out of breath and bound just like Wanda was hours before.

“Oh Angel, this is your last warning, I wont be so nice next time, you understand me bunny?” She coos, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“Yes mommy” you speak softy. She grips your hair tight as you wince in pain “speak up” she growls into your ear. “Yes mommy” you moan, feeling the inside of your pants coat with your arousal.

“Good girl” she purs as she starts to poke at your clothing. “Now this is far too much clothes for you don’t you think bunny?” She cocks an eyebrow inches from your face. With a snap of her fingers your clothing is entirely gone, left naked and bound in front of your girlfriend. She stands back to admire her toy, running her fingers along the various bite marks she had left all over your chest. Your breath hitches as she runs over one of your sensitive nipples and you let out a small moan at the attention. She closes the distance between the two of you and attacks your mouth with pure lust. You groan as her tongue dominates your mouth, her hands slowly moving up your chest and gripping your tits hard. You grind your legs together desperate for some kind of friction until Agatha forces your legs apart, this time with separate threads of magic. She breaks from the kiss tugging on your nipples as she lets go.

“See the difference here is that Wanda was a good girl and didn’t try to get pleasure before she earned it” Agatha cooed, hand brushing down your face. You wimper desperate for some attention “please mommy… please make me feel good…” you beg. Agatha stands back and laughs

“Oh darling, its quite adorable to think you have earned that”! She releases you suddenly from the magic binding and you fall to the floor in a thump.

“You have to show mommy how much you want this cupcake” she waves her hands forming a magical collar around your neck with a leash attached. You try to hold back a moan when she pulls tightly on the leash in her hand. She snaps her hands and a bed appears behind her and her own clothes disappear. “Now be a good pet and make me cum.”

#agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness lesbian #Agatha harkness mommy

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Hi hun, I was wondering could you write 🥺 GP Agatha Harkness w/ fem reader with breeding kink  💜

Gift

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fem!reader x Agatha Harkness

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Agatha gave you a special gift after you’ve been a good girl

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, Dom!Agatha, sub!reader, nipple play, breeding kink, blow job, praise kink, brief slapping

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Come on baby keep them open" Agatha coated against the wet skin of your neck, when she forced your thighs spread. She licked over your soft spot of your neck paining extra attention to the little spot right under your ear- she knew it would make your eyes roll into the back of the head. "Agatha" you whined rolling your head back to give her more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

She kissed her way down to the valley between your breasts "I need you" she mumbled seemingly drunk on tasting your sweet skin. "such a good girl" She grabbed one of your tits rolling her tumb over your hardened nipple. You arched your back wanting more of her touch, which she granted you of course, she could never refuse you pleasure. "It's all icky" You mewled she had been teasing you for quite some time now, making you so soaked your panties were stuck to your glossy pussy. "Oh sweetheart" she faked her sympathy filled voice "Did I make you feel all icky in your princess parts?"

You nodded eagerly you loved when Agatha treated you like that, no other partner you had understood your needs as well as the older woman did.  "Have you been a good girl?" She kept playing with your breasts paying extra attention to your nipples. "Yes" you mewled "I'm a good girl, such a good girl" She chuckled catching your lips in a messy kiss you tried to get a hold on where on her hair but she only pressed them down on her mattress. 

"I think you've been a good girl" She whispered against your lips "and good girls get rewards, and their needy little holes filled" You moaned at her promiscuous words. She kissed her way down again her fingertips slipping from your wrists to your nipples again giving them a little pinch for good measure. 

She forced your legs spread kissing each of your thighs "Those stay open, or do I have to restrain you?" You shook your head violently "No, I'll be a good girl" She chuckled at your eagerness before her hands found their way to her own jeans. Opening your belt before tugging off first the pants and then her boxers. She revealed her half hardened dick standing proud against her stomach. You looked at her with big eyes your mouth salivating at the sight, instinctively you sat up reaching out to her. 

"Good girl" She mumbled petting through your hair "Get it nice and wet baby" You looked up at her through your lashes before licking over her reddened tip. You licked up the sides of her length she moaned at the sensation "My perfect little cock sucker" She patted on your head before forcing you to deep throat the older woman. It brought tears to your eyes and forced gags from your throat which were like music in her ears.

“Just like that baby” She groaned and felt her release coming closer and closer. “Fuck baby swallow it” She groaned and with a few more vigorous truths she emptied herself out into your hot mouth. She pulled out some cum leaking from the corners of your mouth, she smiled and smeared the access cum over your lips while you swallowed her gift.

“On your back” she commanded pushing you to lay flat your legs still spread. Finally she hooked two fingers into your panties pulling them down your legs. “So wet already and all this for me?” You nod whimpering when her cold fingertips made contact with your clit. She rubbed tight circles around your bundle of nerves making you see stars already.

She alined herself with you pushing her bulbous tip past your tight hole. She stilled inside of you before snapping her hips at a rapid pace. She pushed your legs to your chest, she just loved how flexible you were. She released a long string of curse words while she pounded inside of you as if her life depended on it.

“Want my gift?” She groaned and you mewled out some words of approval. “Fuck you dirty little cum dumb” She slapped your tits while she was fucking into her enjoying how they bounced with every single of her powerful truths. You were close clenching around her and so was she- enjoying each of your squeezes.

“Gonna breed this little pussy” with another groan and a few more truths she brought you two over the edge enjoying how her cum dripped from your abused whole when she finally pulled out. She fingered her cum back into you, you were just her perfect little breeding bitch.

:)

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[noonecares915]

This is the image that made me fall in love with Wanda. The rocks look like angel winds, making her even more angelic.

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[themidnightcrimson]

familiar ࿏ wm

summary: in which you are agatha's gift to wanda.

words: 6.1K

warnings: f!reader, magic, drugging, transfiguration, angst, captivity, meow meow, oral (r giving), fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), meow meow meow, witchcraft duh, i wish i was a cat, this is not a furry thing i promise

this post is for 18+ only. minors: dni.

masterlist.

It’s cold. You can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin, your body shivering as you come to.

It’s dark. You open your eyes and see nothing at first, nothing but total blackness in front of you. Something feels very strange, and a flare of anxiety roars in the pit of your stomach, your heart racing fast in your ears. You feel cold metal beneath you, and as your eyes adjust, you see the shape of metal bars in front of you.

A cage. You’re in a cage, and there is a blanket thrown over it. Leaning closer and blinking your eyes wildly, your focus comes to, and you can see through the veil of the thin blanket covering the cage. You only see shadowy hunks of furniture, a table covered with some sorts of tools and objects, a staircase nearby leading towards the only source of light. Your breath comes fast through your mouth, chest heaving as panic surges through you like electricity.

How did you get here?

You remembered being on your daily morning walk through the Westview suburban neighborhood. You did that every morning. It seemed like it was always spring in the little town, always sunny with cool breezes and chirping birds. You soaked up every second at the rise of dawn when the town was still sleepy and quiet.

You minded your business. You didn’t talk to anyone except for your neighbors, Wanda and Agatha. There was the occasional conversation on the street. Wanda’s hand waving politely to you from her porch as you passed by on your walks. Agatha helping herself to your front door, always visiting you and inviting you over, which oftentimes you declined just out of being antisocial.

They were both different shades of nosy neighbors. Agatha was confrontational and upfront, wanting to hold lengthy conversations every time she saw you, always snooping around and asking personal questions. Wanda was a different kind of nosy. She watched you from afar, always. You’d learned to live with their eyes on you, but you didn’t always mind Wanda’s. She seemed like a nice woman, though you hadn’t been able to understand why she seemed so interested in you. You also didn’t understand why you seemed equally interested in her.

That morning, Agatha had caught you on your morning walk right as you were quickly jogging past her house, wary of her stopping you as she always did. Of course, it seemed like she knew the exact schedule of your walks and came outside right as you passed.

“Why don’t you come in for tea, dear!” she had said, boldly grabbing your hands. You remembered how tight her grip was. “I make the best tea in town!”

You were tired of always declining her invitations. You didn’t want to seem rude. You were just the lonely girl next door who minded her business and didn’t want to get mixed up with anyone in town, but she was persuasive and consistent. So, you said yes. You went into her house and found it quaint but charming inside. She led you into the kitchen to make the first cup of tea, and you sipped it slowly as she talked about random things.

She offered to make you another, one to go that you could sip on your walk.

You remembered her saying in the kitchen that she didn’t have any tea left in there but kept some in stock downstairs in the basement. She ushered you to follow her so she could show you her wide tea collection. You remembered stepping down those concrete steps into cold darkness. You don’t remember ever seeing her tea collection.

Shivering in the cage, you tried to cross your arms around your body—something suddenly felt very strange to you. For the first time, you glanced down at yourself. At first, you thought you saw your normal hands and normal arms and legs. Your brain was used to seeing the same body every time it looked down, so it tricked you in the dark. As you looked closer, the horrifying realization washed over you as you realized that your hands were now small paws wrapped in black fur.

You tried to scream, but it was like something was wrong in your throat. You only let out an animalistic shriek, a sort of growling and hissing screech. You stumbled in the cage, your back hitting the metal bars. It was then you saw your cat tail, and your hind legs, and you could see the shadow of whiskers in the corner of your eyes, protruding from your own face.

Your entire body, much smaller now, trembled and shivered, and you could feel the line of fur rising stiffly on the strip of your back. What the hell happened to me?

Your heart rate was faster now, faster than you had ever heard it in your entire life, and your ears flinched and stretched as they picked up noises nearby. Your hearing was shockingly acute—you could hear birds somewhere above the ground, outside of the basement you were now caged in. You could hear a car drive past, the sound of a phone ringing in someone else’s house down the block.

You crumpled into the corner of the cage and bent your body into itself, dwindling your new body down into a pathetic ball. You could smell everything—the iron in the metal cage, the dust on the walls, perfumes of strange potion-like smells from inside the basement.

Then you heard the front door open inside the house upstairs. Your eyes widened, pupils constricting as your ears twitched to listen. Footsteps down the hallway, the muffled sounds of Agatha’s voice, then another’s.

Wanda’s voice.

Your tail fluffed up when you heard the heavy door to the basement squeak open. You wished you knew what time of day it was, but it was completely dark in the basement. You could just barely see through the blanket as two pairs of legs walked down the stairs and towards your cage. You tried to back further away, but your fur was touching metal.

“The entrapment itself wasn’t so difficult,” Agatha’s voice spoke languidly. It was so much different from how her voice usually sounded—endearing, pleasant, charming. It was harsh and deep now, like she had pulled off a mask and was happy to be her usual deviant self again. “A few drops of draught in her tea, and she surrendered.” Her harsh laugh hurt your ears.

She poisoned my tea? you thought to yourself, fear broiling hot and deep inside you. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this afraid.

“I will admit,” Agatha said as her and Wanda’s legs stopped right in front of the cage. “The transfiguration itself was…difficult. Her body resisted, the stubborn little thing. I thought maybe she’d do well as a bunny, or even a turtle… Well, I hope you’re not allergic to cats because…”

The blanket was suddenly lifted from the cage. Even in the dark basement, the adjustment of light burned your eyes, and you let out an instinctive hiss, jumping up on your legs and turning your side flat against the back of the cage, back and tail fluffed into black, pointy spikes of fur. You felt a flare of passion in how intimidating you probably looked, but as you looked up at Wanda and Agatha who towered over you like giants, you realized just how small you were now.

Agatha crossed her arms and looked disdainfully at you, pursing her lips in disappointment. Wanda, on the other hand, was staring down at you with wide, misty eyes, her mouth forming into a soft, “Oh… y/n.”

Your eyes darted between the two women, and the dark of the basement grew even brighter as your pupils swarmed wide, your vision throbbing with your own fear. Your entire body was quivering and tensing uncontrollably, your back starting to ache.

Wanda leaned down slowly so that she came closer to the cage. Through the bars, you saw the teary look in her eyes. “Is she… still…”

“She’s still there in the head, unfortunately,” Agatha said, looking at you like you were rodent. “I know that’s what you wanted.” There was venom in her voice, but then she sighed and spoke happily again. “This is your first step to becoming a proper witch, not that you need my help in the power area.” She clicked her tongue jealously. “But a familiar is necessary for a witch’s emotional wellbeing.” She looked over at Wanda, eyes flickering down her to try and read her.

You stared up into Wanda’s big green eyes that looked now like shimmering full moons. You wanted to scream, to ask them what the hell they were talking about, to undo whatever Agatha had done to you, but all you could let out was a little catlike whimper.

“Oh, baby,” Wanda cooed, “It’s okay. You’re okay. Don’t be scared.” She started to put her hand through the bars of the cage slowly, her fingers passing between the metal. A hot instinct struck you from the inside, and without thinking, you hissed and swatted your paw towards her hand. You felt your claws, which you didn’t even realize you had, tear at her skin.

Wanda gasped and withdrew her hand, clutching it to her stomach. You saw a long, jagged scratch mark on the back of her hand, and felt overwhelmingly shocked and guilty at how fast it started to bleed.

“Bad kitty!” Agatha exclaimed and kicked the cage. The jolting motion scared you and you lost balance, clambering to crawl back into the corner of the cage into a defensive little ball.

“No, it’s okay,” Wanda quickly said, looking up to Agatha. “She’s just scared.” She looked back to you, forgetting all about her hand which was now dripping blood on the floor. “Can she transform back…into human?”

Agatha subtly rolled her eyes. “Yes,” she said reluctantly, “But it would probably take me days to do it. It would involve a lot of magic—”

Wanda cut her off by raising her hand, red embers flowering between her fingers. You suddenly felt a strange motion inside you, your body stretching and skin changing as you started to swell in size. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out an ear-piercing snarl, and slowly it turned into a human scream.

It stopped, finally. You opened your eyes and found that suddenly the cage was too small for you, and Wanda and Agatha were normal size again. You looked down—you saw your human hands and arms and legs, your normal skin. You were human again, bent nakedly in the small cage. You wrapped your arms around your body to cover yourself.

Agatha looked shocked and infuriated at the fact that Wanda had so easily changed you back, after all the work Agatha had done to transfigure you. “Well…” She cleared her throat and adjusted her shirt. “Just do that when you want her to be a cat again.”

You shivered in the cold of the cage, too afraid to speak in fear that the only thing that would come out were unintelligible meows. Even now, back in your human state, you felt unimaginably different, like something had shifted in your DNA. You could still hear and smell everything, down to the metallic scent of the blood on Wanda’s hand, and the sound of her own heart beating to make up for the lack.

It shocked you how differently Wanda was looking at you compared to how Agatha looked at you. Wanda looked mesmerized, hopeful, and guilty all in one. Her eyes flickered over you, and she started to slide her hand through the cage again. You felt the urge to scratch her again, but you realized your claws were now dull fingernails, and you didn’t like the way you had so primally swatted at her and how easily she had bled.

“Kitten,” she whispered, bringing her hand to your face. You cowered away but she continued, gently moving your hair with the tips of her fingers. Something in you wanted to purr, but you didn’t. “I’ll call you Kitten.”

The first few days of being Wanda’s familiar were tough. While she politely kept you in your human form, she kept you in a cage in her bedroom, a larger one that you could fit in, and told you rather apologetically that she must keep you there until she can trust you. You were silent at first, pained and confused by what had happened to you, until you started to break. You grabbed at the bars of the cage and jumped at her, screaming, “Let me out! Please let me out!”

You could see how much her heart broke at your refusal and denial, but what did she expect? You had been captured and sold like a slave. Even then, screaming at her and shaking the bars of the cage like an animal, you could feel that something had been bonded between you. Something changed—not just within you, but between the two of you. There was some kind of link connecting you.

She would open her mouth to say something, outreach her hand to comfort you, but you would not stop screaming. So she flicked her hand, and you shrunk down into your feline form again, your screams turning into wily meows and screeches. She would throw the blanket over the cage again and leave you there until you stopped making noises, until your throat burned and you tired yourself out.

Eventually, you calmed. The realization began to sink within you that you had been living around witches and fallen dumbly into their trap. Wanda called Agatha a few times, and through the walls of the house you heard her speaking. “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this… No, I am grateful, Agatha, I know it took a lot for you…I just feel like she’s not happy…I know that it takes time, but… Okay.”

Within a week, you stopped lunging at her from the cage, and though you had refused the food she offered you at first, whenever you were in feline form you could not resist the fish and milk she offered you in little bowls, lapping hungrily as if it was the last thing you would ever eat. Eventually, while she fed you, you felt her reach through the cage and comb her fingers through the fur between your ears. You froze for a moment, but you acquiesced, continuing to eat and let her pet your head. It was soothing, more soothing than you’d like to admit.

She let you out of the cage during the day and kept you in human form, giving you her clothes to wear around the house. There was one rule that was obvious—no running away. Of course, you tried, but the entire house was hexed so that no one could get out or get in except for Wanda. You started to wonder what her intentions were for keeping you here. From her phone calls with Agatha, it was apparent that you were meant to be some sort of companion to her. But she hardly spoke to you, even when she let you out of your cage and you sat on the couch watching TV together.

The bond started to grow stronger. You realized that you could hear her thoughts. When she dropped something on accident, you could hear her say Oh, shit even though the words never escaped her lips. When she prepared food for you, you could hear her thinking I hope she likes this. You had a feeling that she caught on and was now protecting her thoughts from you, because you could hear no further than mundane thoughts.

But she couldn’t protect her emotions from you. You started to realize, as you slept in the cage in the corner of her room at night, that something tragic and painful radiated from Wanda. It was grief, cold, and menacing. It gripped her helplessly. Although your life before being her familiar was fading away from your mind, you could remember that her house, which you could see across the street from yours, usually had two little boys and a man running in and out of it. Now it was totally empty besides her and yourself. Picture frames were turned on their faces, making it appear as if no one had ever lived there but her.

You learned that Wanda had only recently started to become a witch, though her powers already ten times that of Agatha’s. The Scarlet Witch, Agatha told her over the phone. The most powerful being in the universe, but she was baking you cookies and feeding you treats and putting a blanket over you at night and giving you all the space you needed and crying herself to sleep every night. For someone who could cause total destruction, all she seemed to you was soft and sad.

The urge to comfort her was strong. At night, she preferred to keep you in feline form in the cage so you wouldn’t be able to reach the latch and unlock it. Before you walked into the cage, you would butt your forehead against her ankle, twisting around her leg so that your tail curled around her knee. She was so moved by these little moments of affection, and it warmed you to bring them to her.

Wanda often studied from a big, old book during the day. She would sort of transform, her sweatpants and hoodie fading into a deep red suit fitted with a crown. She looked so majestic like that, hovering above the air, flipping through the pages of the book without even touching them, encompassed in her own red glow of magic. You would watch her curiously, between the glimpses of your attention grabbed by birds outside the window.

Wanda started to let you have more freedom. The cage is tucked inside the closet now, and the only time she turns you into feline form is when she takes you on walks outside, holding the red leash she had bought to connect to your red cat harness. It was a wonderful delight, experiencing the world that way, stimulated by every single movement and sound and smell. She had to keep you in that form on your walks because to everyone else in the town, you had simply disappeared.

Wanda gives you your own bedroom in the house, which you used for a couple nights, but you found yourself sneaking into her room and sleeping on the cot made up beside her bed on the floor, and one time you even woke up to find that you had crawled onto the bed and curled up on her feet in the night. It all happened so quickly and mindlessly, your love for her, your attraction to her, your loyalty to her. You weren’t just a familiar now, bound to her by magic, but you were her friend.

You started to fall in love with the way she smiled. You had a habit of knowing just how to make her laugh, and you basked in the glow of her giggles. She confessed to you that she had a crush on you ever since you moved into town, but she was too afraid to pursue it, even after Vision was gone. One intimate night by the fireplace in the living room, she said that she regretted telling Agatha about her crush on you, because it gave Agatha the idea to give you to Wanda as a familiar, as a gift. She said that she didn’t want you to be taken by force, that she wanted you to want to be with her. She even glanced to the unhexed door and told you, without thinking, You are free to leave. I will not hold you hostage.

It was then that you placed your hand on her thigh and tilted your head, looking at her wavy red hair and absorptive green eyes and trembling pink lips, and thought to her, Never would I want to leave you. It was then that you kissed for the first time, a slow and careful one. She was scared to kiss you too hard, to upset you, to make you want to run away since she had given you the option for freedom. Truth be told, you’d never felt freer in your life than when you were with Wanda.

She was happier after that. Your relationship, which had been rocky and reluctant at first, bloomed into something more than just a witch and her familiar. Your love grew like wildflowers in the pit of your bellies, deepening the spiritual bond that was already there between you. The relationship turned into something romantic, intimate, and special. It turned into desire that showed its head one night.

Although Wanda was happier now, she still had her moments when she missed her boys. You were sleeping beside her that night in her bed, arm cast over her, when you awoke not to a sound, but to a feeling. It stirred you awake forcefully, and the grief radiating from her stabbed you in the gut. You opened your eyes and gently turned her to face you—she was quietly crying.

“Wanda,” you whispered, gently holding her face and wiping her tears from her cheeks. “What is it, my love?”

“Detka,” she whispered, reaching up to stroke your cheek with her thumb. “Everyone has left me. My parents, my brother, Vision, my boys…” She stopped, a cry choking her throat. “I don’t know if I could take it if I ever lost you, too.”

Your heart broke at the sound of hers. You took her hand in yours. “That’s not going to happen.”

“I’m sorry that you ended up here,” she cried, sniffling and looking anywhere but you, too afraid to look at you and see hatred in your eyes. She had a habit of letting her mind get to her. “I’m afraid that you’re only with me because I forced you to be.”

Leaning closer to her, you looked deeply into her eyes, hoping that she heard how loud your love for her screamed from within you. “I want to be with you,” you told her firmly, and she listened, staring up at you with such vulnerability and conviction it made your eyes water. “I love you. Even if I hadn’t ended up here this way, we still would have been together. I love you in a million lifetimes and a million universes. I will never, ever, ever leave you.” You meant every word.

Wanda’s hand caressed your cheek and brought your face to hers, kissing you in the same soft, sweet kiss she always did. You always felt that twinge of desire within her, waiting for her to unleash it one day, desperate to seal your romance. But she was too scared to hurt you, too afraid of scaring you away.

Resting your body on top of hers in the quiet, dark bedroom, you kissed her deeply, running your tongue along her lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth, feeling her tongue slide against yours. Her body grew hot under you, her chest moving with the weight of her intensified breaths. She made a sort of strangled noise, her hand coming to your throat. You melted under the feeling of her fingertips dipping into your neck, but then she gently pushed you away.

Your mouth was wet with her kiss, and she was breathing hard, looking at you with both lust-filled and pain-filled eyes. It isn’t fair to you, she thought. She felt that the position of power was unbalanced, and she feared taking advantage of you even though she had thought about it so many times in her mind, had even blocked you from hearing her thoughts as she laid beside you at night and touched herself to the sight and smell of you beside her.

“It’s unfair for you to deprive me,” you whispered to her, pressing closer on her, feeling her hand tighten around your throat. “I need you. I want you.”

There was hesitance in her eyes as they scoured your face, looking and feeling for any sort of dishonesty. She wanted you to truly want her.

“Please,” you begged, trying to lean forward and kiss her again, but her hand on your throat held you away from her. You clawed at it, letting out a mewling sound that embarrassed you a little. Even in human form, you felt the urge to purr her for.

“Kitten,” she whispered, eyes falling to your lips and looking at them with desperation as her teeth bit into her own. “Are you sure?”

You nodded feverishly. “Yes, please. Yes.”

Finally, she gives in with a whimper, pulling you towards her to kiss you again. Her hands run over your waist, pressing you close to her as her tongue deeply explores your mouth. The blankets fall over your bodies as you move together, clothes coming off one by one until your skin is flushed together.

“Kitten,” Wanda moans when you move your lips to her neck, leaving butterfly kisses on her sensitive skin there. Her hands tangle in your hair as you move your mouth downwards, desperate to please her, desperate to love and cherish her body as much as you love and cherish her soul. Your mouth explores the expanse of her chest, the concaves of her clavicle, the rise and swell of her breasts which you grope and suck into your mouth, delighting in the noises she makes as your mouth lingers there. You go further down her body as if drinking down the winding expanse of a river, leaving trails of wet kisses down her stomach and hips until you’re stationed between her legs that open for you.

“Please,” she begs, urging her hips upwards as you bite and kiss at her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal that already sweetens the air. You don’t hesitate to give her what she wants, letting her hands in your hair guide your head to her slit. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, her chest arching off the bed as you lap at her sensitive nub and suckle at it, feeling her juices cling to your chin.

Her breathing gets faster as her hips buck hard against your mouth, her fingers clutching your hair to push your head down harder. She seems to remember herself and loosen up, not wanting to hurt you, even in her pleasure. You moan at the taste of her, swallowing down every drop that collects on your tongue as you fervently pleasure her with your mouth.

“Kitten,” she cries, her voice rising in pitch as she grinds harder against your tongue, pulling your face impossibly closer to her. “Fuck, fuck,” she whispers in the most delightful string of curses you had ever heard as she comes to a climax, her thighs trembling around her face that is hot from the heat of her desire. You soothe her through her orgasm, lapping softer and sweeter, until finally she sighs and pulls you up.

You crawl up her body, shocked to see the flame of red in her cheeks, the tremble in her lower lip as she kisses you roughly. Whining, you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she sits up, her hands snaking down your waist and over your hips to grab the swells of your ass, squeezing you closer to her. She grunts into the kiss, breaking away to catch her breath.

“Did I please you?” you ask her breathlessly as she starts biting at your nipples, bringing a squeak from your throat. Your hands swim in her curls of hair as she groans a sound of confirmation, her tongue licking at your nipple before she bites it again, her hands on your ass tightening their grip.

Before you know it, she flips you around so that you’re on your back and she’s hovering over you, her mouth now biting at your shoulder and neck. “Can I touch you?” she asks, her fingertips quivering over the lower expanse of your tummy.

“Yes,” you whisper, feeling your face go hot as her hand dips down eagerly between your legs to cup you. You hum, feeling sparkles of pleasure fill you as her fingers rub at your clit perfectly, as if she somehow already knows exactly what pleases you. “Oh…” you moan, trying to pull her closer to you as her hands slip down over your folds, collecting your immense wetness that you hadn’t even realized was there until Wanda moaned at the feeling of it.

Looking down at the sight, Wanda slowly pushes two of her fingers inside you, listening to the way you gasp and moan as she slides them all the way in, spreading them out and moving them around to gauge your tightness—tight. Pumping them in and out, she feels for your sweet spot, finding that ridged spot tucked deep inside you and pressing at it.

Your hips jump suddenly from the feeling, back arching off the bed as she feels you from the inside. “Wanda,” you moan desperately as she thrusts her fingers slowly at first, until they pick up speed and her mouth is at your neck again, sucking dark spots into the fair skin there.

Something carnal unlocks inside Wanda at the way you moan her name, the way your hands are pulling her desperately closer, the way your walls clench and throb around her fingers. She lets out a whine and fucks her fingers harder into you, her own hips thrusting eagerly.

“That’s it, Kitten,” she whispers when she feels you tightening, your thighs trapping her hand between them. “Cum for me.”

A cry escapes your throat as hot, searing pleasure washes over you, Wanda’s fingers ushering your orgasm along within you. She shudders at the feeling of you cumming around her fingers, whining in desperation to be even deeper inside you, stretching you out even more, needing to be even closer to you.

You’re panting and still coming down when she pulls her fingers out of you, and glowing red magic flares from them, illuminating your bodies in momentary crimson light in the darkness. Suddenly, in a flash of red, there is a large dildo strapped to her hips, and she starts to lubricate it with your wetness on her fingers, stroking around the tip gently.

Anticipation fills you as she settles between your legs, pausing to look carefully at your face and stroke some of your hair away softly. “Are you okay? C-Can I?” She’s trembling with desperation.

“Yes,” you smile, gently running your hand up her arm. “I want it.”

Licking her lips, she smiles a little and leans down to kiss you gently, letting her body weight settle over you. She breaks the kiss to look down, her breath heavy, as she lines the tip of her strap to your wet entrance, slowly pushing herself into you. You take a deep breath as she slides deeper, your walls stretching around the widening girth. It becomes a little painful, and you let out a strangled whine.

Wanda stops suddenly, looking up at you with wide eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you whisper, placing your hands on her face. “Just go slow, please.”

She nods, pressing her lips to yours again as she pushes her cock even slower inside you, one arm wrapped around you and keeping you close to her. She keeps her mouth on yours as she fills you deeper and deeper, stretches you out even more and more until her cock is lodged fully inside you, resting so deep that you can feel her in your lower tummy.

Your breaths fall shakily against each other as she dares not to break the kiss, as if for every ounce of the pain she is kissing it better. She stays still for a moment to let you adjust before she starts to pull out, and the pain comes back again, but so does the immense pleasure. She does this for a minute, just barely pumping inside you, kissing you gently.

After a while, you can tell that she’s holding back. Her hand swipes over your lower tummy when she is at her deepest, feeling the bulge of her cock there, and she groans, breaking the kiss to bury her face in your neck. “Kitten…” she breathes, her body moving on top of yours as she retracts her hips and then buries deep inside you again.

Your hands run up her bare back to find that she is incredibly tensed, using every ounce of her strength to withhold from absolutely ravishing you. You goad her by hooking one leg up around her and bucking your hips. “Faster,” you whisper, feeling yourself throb with need. “Fuck me, Wanda.”

Wanda instantly obliges, her hand grabbing your thigh that is hooked around her as she pulls out and then snaps her hips harshly into you, bringing out a gasp from your lips. She growls and does this again, and again, and again, until she is pounding you into the mattress and squelches from your wetness fill the air.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, arching your chest against her as she drills into you, letting out her own symphony of noises. She is desperate and animalistic, driving herself into you with the force of something primal and carnal. You become a melted mess of nothing beneath her, barely able to keep up with her power and hunger as you scratch helplessly at her back, feeling cuts form there on her skin.

“Kitten, fuck,” she growls into your neck. Your bodies are pressed flat against one another, humid skin rubbing smoothly against each another as she forces herself into you fast and hard. She’s shaking again, grabbing your thigh so hard it bruises under her touch. Her teeth sink hard into your neck, but you don’t even feel it from the blinding force of pleasure coming over you. You’re both feeding off each other’s pleasure, soul and body and mind and heart connected, tangled so deeply with each other that you wouldn’t even know where your body starts and hers ends. You can tell she’s been waiting for this night, as much as she has held it from you. She is letting it all out now, her love and her pain and her desire and her grief. You’re the vessel for her soul, taking in every single thing and inch that she’s giving you.

You can feel pressure twisting within you, and your hips start to move and legs squirm against her, but with two hands bruising into your hips, she holds you still and pins your hips to the mattress. “St-still,” she says, leaning up to press sloppy kisses to your mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is open, and it’s the most glorious sight you’ve ever seen.

“Fuck!” she groans, dropping her face back into your neck as her hips stutter, thrusting wildly and aimlessly into you.

“Wanda,” you whine as your climax crashes down on you, and with another string of curses and growls from the witch, hers does too. You’re blinded as she fucks into you as she cums, your nails scratching hard at her back.

It’s an orchestra of grabbing, thrusting, and moaning until you both slow down, and her weight rests fully on top of you, her body going limp as she breathes hard into your neck. Panting, you close your eyes and just feel her, her heart beating hard against your own, her body warm against yours, her cock still tucked deep inside you, a bundle of wetness between both of your legs, both still trembling.

Eventually, she moves up, looking down at you with a placated look in her eyes, as if she has been hungry for years and is finally fulfilled. “Are you okay?” she asks sweetly, as if she isn’t still ten inches deep in you.

You nod, reaching up to stroke her face. For the first time, you don’t feel grief radiating off her, nor do you hear painful thoughts of insecurity and trauma. She is just Wanda, your satisfied little witch, and you her loyal familiar, bound to each other in life and in death, in spirit and in flesh.

She smiles widely, those green moons filling with euphoria.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel #lgbt #lesbian #wanda maximoff x f!reader #witch #agatha harkness #westview #wandavision

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Hello there ;)! I have a smutty Agatha Harkness x reader request ☺️😈 so Agatha eating Reader and Reader is exhausted after coming but Agatha wants to continue, she gets impatient and makes a magic strap appear that she can use on reader

when in westview

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

description: agatha’s gonna be in westview for a while, so why not take advantage of her apprentice’s memory loss? (set around wandavision ep.5)

warnings: SMUT!!! (mdni), swearing, unspecified legal age gap, reader is under mind control, THIS IS ENTIRELY CONSENSUAL, no use of y/n (for once lol)

words: 2.8K

date posted: 3/3/24

Agatha really didn’t think she would be stuck in Westview for this long. Sure, she knew it would be a few days for Wanda to come up from her own mind control, but she really wasn’t expecting to have to play babysitter every other day. She barely made it to the end of each episode without breaking out of her role and just using her powers to dig into Wanda’s mind and force her to figure things out. 

The only consolation that she had was the fact that she was able to bring her apprentice into the Hex with her. Initially, she’d intended to leave her behind, but the young woman is just as hard headed as her master and refused to let Agatha away from her for even a minute, even if it meant that she would be under Wanda Maximoff’s mind control. At least Agatha was able to take her out of it for a few minutes at a time, but did it very conservatively to avoid causing too much stress on her brain. 

Instead, she found some comfort in knowing that she was just next door in the small blue bungalow, always up bright and early to tend to her flower beds and fending off all of Westview’s finest bachelors, all vying for a chance to take the finest (and only) bachelorette in town, all blissfully unaware that she spent every other night with her face pressed into the silk sheets of the married woman next door. 

Ralph was collateral, of course. At first, she’d considered letting him out in public, but after spending just a few minutes in the house with him she’d decided to send him off to be locked in his own little dweller, ready to perform when needed. At least others knew he was there, all she needed to do was say his name once or twice an episode and that was that. Plus, she was actively spouting about how lousy he was, so it made more sense why she was spending any time that she wasn’t undermining Wanda’s magic with the her young, single neighbour, always wandering over for a cup of sugar that took them far too long to dig out of the cupboard. 

She sort of liked this version of her apprentice. Not as much as she liked the real her, but it was almost cute to see how innocent Wanda had made her; she was ditzy, in a cute way, she was so friendly to everyone, and it was hard for Agatha not to enjoy her doe eyes staring up at her all teary and sweet sounds of pleasure falling from her lips. She was everything that she wasn’t in real life, and though Agatha wouldn’t give that up for the world, she knew this wasn’t permanent and thought of it as a bit of roleplay to spice things up rather than a loss of someone she cared about. She liked the way the house was always spotless, and how she was constantly dressed in dresses you might only see in vintage catalogues (except for when she was weeding her constantly immaculate garden, of course), and how could she not like the constant variety of baked goods she had in her home? She’d almost growled at one of Wanda’s boys for reaching for a second cookie one time. 

It was also nice that she didn’t ask questions. One of the reasons that she had initially wanted to leave her behind was that she was too damn nosy. Was she a good witch with plenty of potential? Yes. Was she a hard headed young woman that didn’t know how to follow directions? Also yes. Agatha knew that she would somehow end up getting in her way, and she couldn’t risk her letting something slip to Wanda. Agatha was able to do her job with her around and not have to worry about her going off and accidentally ruining her plan.

Like now, as Agatha muttered to herself as she hunched over one of her many spellbooks in her basement, she hardly even noticed the padding of bare feet coming down the stairs, nor did she notice the sheet-covered figure creeping up behind her until the sheet extended around her as she curled her arms around her waist. Agatha sighed, leaning back into the embrace and revelling at the feeling of her bare breasts pressing against her, only Agatha’s own shirt acting as a divider between her back and the perky nipple that had undoubtedly hardened due to the cool temperature of the basement. 

“Aggie,” she whined, chin coming to rest on her shoulder. 

Agatha smirked. She’d insisted that she call her that, not liking when she called her Agnes (though, as far as she was aware, that was her name), but she also couldn’t have her going around referring to her as Agatha. 

“Come back to bed, it’s late.”

The brunette turned her head to peek at the girl, “I know, I know. Thought I could slip away for a few minutes, guess I forgot how needy you are, huh?”

She turned her head down and playfully sunk her teeth into her shoulder, only pulling away when Agatha barked out a stern hey!

“Go back to bed, sweetness,” Agatha pressed a kiss to her temple, “I’ll be up in a minute.”

Those doe eyes appeared, and Agatha knew that she was gonna miss them when they were both back to normal, “You promise? You’re not just saying that to get rid of me?”

Agatha snorted out a laugh, “Please, I know you’ll be back if I’m not up there in ten.”

“Would you make it five if I told you I’m not that sleepy yet?”

Agatha raised her brow, “Again? Was three times not enough for you?”

She shrugged, “Four might do it. Or five…or six.”

Agatha was quiet for a moment, an uncharacteristically adorable pink hue covering her cheeks as a very detailed image of her body filled her mind, how practised she was in giving Agatha exactly what she wanted, her figure easily malleable under her touch. 

“I’ll be up in five.”

Five minutes had come and gone three times over by the time that Agatha finally made her way out of the basement, rubbing at her eyes as she adjusted to the brighter lighting of the kitchen. She shook her head as she came across the limp, abandoned sheet near the top of the stairs, chuckling as she scooped it up and continued to the bedroom. 

She could easily tell what was going on inside before she even pushed the door open. She could easily make out those desperate whines and whimpers of pleasure that she’d been so well acquainted with, even before coming to Westview. Agatha remained in the doorway for a moment, silently taking in the sight before her and thanking whatever gods or beings that had allowed her to witness such a thing.

She was laying horizontally on the bed, her head pressed into one edge on the mattress as her body spread itself width-wise, her feet planted and curled into the opposite edge. Her head was tilted to the side, eyes closed and lips parted to release her little sighs, back arched and hips grinding into her own fingers with an unsteady rhythm. She’d been pampered by Agatha, scarcely having to resort to such a thing without her partner present, so much that the scene was almost pitiful to watch–she seemed inexperienced, brows sitting low over her eyes and the corners of her lips curling down in frustration as tried to mimic Agatha’s movements with her fingers, not to mention the pathetic sounds leaving her lips. 

Finally taking pity on the girl, she made her presence known, “I see you’ve taken it upon yourself to start without me?”

Her eyes snapped open, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her features before it was promptly replaced by another doe-eyed look of feigned innocence as her lips puckered in a pout, “You said five minutes.”

“I know, baby,” Agatha moved further into the room, gently closing the door behind her as she rounded the foot of the bed, standing over her figure and staring down at where her fingers continued to plug her tight little hole, “‘M sorry. I was thinking of making it up to you, but now that I see how impatient you were, I’m not so sure.”

Agatha had never seen anyone move so fast as she watched her fingers slide out and away from her heat, almost as if she was trying to undo her own actions. 

“Please, Aggie,” She whined, pushing herself up on her elbows, “I need you so bad. I couldn’t do it without you.”

“No?” Agatha mocked, catching her wrist in her grasp and dragging her hand up to inspect her slick-covered middle and ring fingers, “These fingers not long enough for you, baby?”

Agatha wrapped her lips around her two digits, tongue sliding between and around them to collect every drop of her slick. She grinned wickedly around them at the wanton moan that she released, hips lifting off the mattress and tilting towards her. 

“No, not as good as yours,” She whined, “No one’s are.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Agatha released her fingers, dropping her wrist back to the mattress and instead moving to glide her hands up her thighs, gently massaging the plump flesh nearest to her core, only barely grazing the thick thatch of hair on her pubis. “Maybe I will be nice to you after all.”

She barely gave her a moment to process her words before her long middle finger was sliding into her dripping heat, thumb coming to massage her clit with tight circles. Agatha smirked to herself, easily sliding her ring finger in as well thanks to the excess slick that had dripped out of her from the earlier hours of the evening. 

She curled her toes into the mattress, hips slightly pulling away from her touch. She smiled sheepishly at her, “‘M sensitive.”

Agatha chuckled, “I know you are, pretty, but you asked for this, so stay still and let me make you feel good.”

She nodded, legs bending at the knees and pulling them up to press into her chest. Her eyes rolled back as Agatha’s fingers slotted easily against the gummy spot deep inside of her, a soft sigh of relief falling from her lips at the soft tickling sensation, quickly followed by a moan from the deepest part of her throat. 

Agatha pushed herself forward, fingers still moving at an agonising yet forceful pace while her free hand pressed into the mattress next to her head. Leaning her body over top, she took in the sight of her heaving breasts, jiggling with every punch of her fingers and rising with every gasping breath. Agatha spared a moment to drop down, taking one of her nipples into her watering mouth and sucking. Her lips struggled not to curl into a wicked grin at the shocked cry as she gently clamped her teeth down on the sensitive nub.

“So responsive,” Agatha hummed, “Almost like you’ve already gotten your fill tonight. Maybe I should stop–”

“Please,” she whined, glossy eyes staring down at her wildly, “Please don’t.” 

Agatha chuckled, “I won’t baby, as long as you keep making those pretty noises.”

The brunette slowly dragged her tongue from her breast, up her sternum, throat, and finally stopped as she came across her swollen and spit-covered lips. 

“Open your mouth,” she spoke, any sweetness that her voice had held before completely vanishing.

She complied, wordlessly parting her lips just far enough that Agatha could get a clear view of the inside of her mouth, tongue lolling out in anticipation.

This pulled another laugh out of her, “Jesus, look at you already for it. I’ve made you such a little slut for me, haven’t I?”

She didn’t give her a moment to respond before she was hurling a fat wad of spit onto her tongue, fingers quickly coming to press into the pink muscle and massage the saliva into it, grinning widely as she watched the girl eagerly swallow the fluid on command. 

“Good girl,” The brunette woman muttered under her breath at the tell-tale sensation of her inner walls clenching around her fingers, though she made no effort to slow down or pull out and allow her to come down from the high, instead pushing her fingers even faster with the encouragement of the gushing liquid that dribbled down onto the sheets. 

Number five had come even easier than the fourth, and Agatha felt an overwhelming sense of pride fill her chest as she finally withdrew her digits from deep inside her. Weakly, the girl reached down and took hold of Agatha’s wrist, pulling her hand up until her fingers were able to slip past her lips. She moaned at the taste of her own juices, hips wiggling subconsciously at the taste.

“You okay, sweetness?” Agatha pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, fingers massaging small circles into the plush of her belly as she caught her breath. The girl nodded, returning the affection. “Good.”

Agatha pushed herself up, slowly tugging at the tied belt of her silk robe before letting it slide down her shoulders and finally drop to the floor. The younger woman took in her nude form with an appreciative stare, until her eyes flickered to the place between her legs, where a shocking sight stood at full mast.

“Aggie–”

“Shh,” Agatha soothed, “Turn over, I’ll make you feel good.”

“I–” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the obnoxiously large cock, visibly throbbing with excitement. It looked so real, aside from the fact that it was glowing a slightly purple hue. It was about seven inches, thick, and nestled in a thick patch of brown hair at its very base. As sensitive as she was, she still couldn’t bring herself to say no, shakily rolling onto her belly.

“Good girl,” Agatha praised once more, hands holding her hips tightly as she pulled them into the air, taking no time to slowly slip inside and inch her way further and further into her warm, tight walls before stopping to allow for her to adjust to the size. “How’s that feel?”

The girl whimpered out an unintelligible response as Agatha's hips pressed firmly into the fat of her ass, fingers curling into the sheets to keep herself grounded.

Agatha took that as a sign, making the first shallow pump of her hips. The sound that it pulled from the younger woman was nothing short of pornographic, encouraging another firmer thrust until her throbbing tip was brushing the entrance of her cervix, and within minutes she was humping her lover’s ass at a bruising pace. 

Filthy sounds escaped both women, annunciated grunts from Agatha and slurred words of encouragement from the other. 

“Ag–” The younger woman arched her back, unsure of whether to push against Agatha further or to pull away as her orgasm erupted without notice, gushing out of her abused hole and onto Agatha’s lap messily. 

“There it is,” Agatha gripped her ass cheeks with each of her hands, squeezing and spreading them in unison with her thrusts, finding herself on the brink of her own climax at the sight of her tightest little hole, glistening with her own juices, “Now be a good girl and let me use you, yeah?”

One hand moved up to press against the back of her head, forcing her face further into the mattress as her hips picked up their pace, her thick cock throbbing with the oncoming gush of thick white cum, slowly dripping out of her and sliding down her thighs as Agatha fucked through it, head tossed back in euphoria. 

When all was said and done, Agatha carefully tucked her lover into the bed, hand stroking her hair so carefully and with such contrast to how aggressively she had just been pinning her head to the mattress. The younger woman sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled into Agatha’s chest. 

“Don’t get rid of that thing,” She mumbled mindlessly into Agatha’s milky white flesh, “I’m gonna suck you dry in the morning.”

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behind every evil emo gay person is an even gayer, more emo and more evil person (they’re also in love)

#who’s agatha’s evil wife? it’s been hela all along #they’re gay your honor #they’re in love your honor #also hela is autistic and agatha is adhd #agatha coven of chaos #lesbian hela #bisexual agatha #agatha harkness #hela odinsdottir #marvel fanart #cate blanchett #kathryn hahn #thor ragnarok #sapphic #wlw #lgbt fanart #artists on tumblr

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The Art of Healing: Chapter 8

pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

summary: intense smut and job applications... Wanda discovers that she has to live a life of her own choosing.

content warnings: smut, cunnilingus, enchanted strap-on, deethroating said enchanted strap, overstimulation

word count: 3.8k+

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The Start of New Beginnings

Scarlet wisps flowed smoothly around the room, Wanda’s fingers barely moving as she silently controlled her magic. Seated on the couch, she commanded her magic to paint the walls a dark red color, the order seeming almost thoughtless as her magic leaped at the instruction. 

Smiling, Wanda let her features morph into a pleased expression, the ease of controlling her magic both exciting and calming her. She can hear Agatha padding around in her study upstairs, the footsteps slow and heavy. Tilting her head, Wanda reluctantly looks back at the laptop in front of her. 

A clean logo sits innocently on the screen, the neutral colors unwavering even as Wanda’s concentration fails, scarlet wisps dissipating as she sighs. 

Who knew that applying for a job would be so fucking difficult.

Honestly, Wanda hadn’t given much thought to her future. She’d fully expected to work for HYDRA with Peitro by her side until they were no longer of use. Besides, it’s hard to plan your future when you’ve been orphaned in the streets of an impoverished country. 

Agatha was the one who introduced the idea of a job, blue eyes kind as she urged Wanda to think about her future. How to make a living, and be an actual citizen. Of course, Wanda had protested, pointing out that Agatha lived by herself in a remote cabin, but the brunette had just cackled and told her that she deserved it after hundreds of years of working her ass off. 

Returning her attention to the screen in front of her, Wanda exports her resume after giving it one final cursory glance. It was good, really good. Agatha had helped her, making it look professional and subtly lying to make Wanda appear more experienced than she was. 

‘Confidence is key, sweet cheeks,’ Was all she’d said, ignoring Wanda’s questions about how she’d somehow acquired all the forged skills written on the resume. 

After a few more grueling minutes, Wanda has her cover letter and resume attached to an email, her cursor hovering over the send button. She hesitates, sitting back slightly as she stares at the screen. 

Waves of self-doubt flood her, the company’s logo mocking her from the site she had pulled up. She felt inadequately prepared, having only attended one event at the company, Agatha’s smooth voice charming anyone within five feet of them. That’s how she’d met the current owner of the business, a formidable-looking woman whose sharp eyes had assessed her quickly. 

The company was well known within the BDSM community, offering a multitude of classes and events for members of the exclusive kink community. Wanda had been impressed at the professionalism of the whole event and somehow had managed to not make a fool of herself in front of the CEO. 

The rest of the night had seemed slightly absurd, time moving quickly as Agatha and she had been given a tour of the building. The woman, Elenor, had turned around abruptly at one point, gray eyes boring into Wanda’s, and uttering a single sentence before turning around and continuing the tour. 

“I want to see your application for my position in my inbox before the end of the week.”

Agatha had thrown her an approving look, and Wanda had simply nodded once, a soft ‘Yes, ma’am,’ leaving her lips. 

That had been two days ago, and now Wanda was stuck in a state of semi-panic and hopefulness as she stared blankly at the screen. Absent-mindedly realizing that Agatha’s pacing had stopped, Wanda blinked as she reached out with her magic. 

The lavender-tinged magic she’d grown used to lingered near the kitchen, and Wanda smiled as she tried something new. Reaching out, she sent a single wisp towards Agatha, commanding her magic to curl around the woman’s wrist and gently lead her towards the couch. 

“Ah, a new trick. Very clever, dear.” Agatha remarked, sipping on her water as she allowed herself to be led towards Wanda. Her blue eyes glanced towards the computer, taking in the unsent email before understanding dawned in them. She moved behind the couch, fingers grazing Wanda’s cheek briefly as she scanned the brief message. 

Hovering over her shoulder, Agatha placed a single hand on Wanda’s sternum, her thumb resting lightly against her throat. Plump lips grazed her ear, Wanda’s breath hitching as Agatha murmured, “If you hit send, I’ll reward you.”

That was all the encouragement Wanda needed, her finger only shaking slightly before clicking the blue send button. She took a deep breath, feeling a wave of nervousness and… relief. 

Chuckling slightly, Wanda marveled at how nervous she’d been. Really, it was a single email. One fucking email, and she’d stressed about it for two days. 

“Good girl,” Agatha murmured, and Wanda felt her panties dampen, blood rushing to her cheeks. “Come with me.”

Wanda didn’t need any additional encouragement, her fingers closing the laptop and reaching for Agatha’s hand within seconds. Strong fingers tangled with her own, pulling her closer until her body hit Agatha’s with a soft thump, lips colliding desperately as Wanda let out a soft groan. 

Making their way towards the bedroom, Señor Scratchy’s eyes following them from the kitchen, Wanda couldn’t help but grind against Agatha. She desperately needed friction, the arousal soaking her panties almost unbearable. 

Then, she felt it. The bulge in Agatha’s slacks, a telltale sign that she was packing. 

Pulling back briefly, Wanda let her hand wander down, fingers squeezing the strap through the silk fabric as Agatha groaned. Her eyes widened, shooting towards Agatha’s. 

The woman’s blue eyes were dark, her pupils dilated as she pulled Wanda’s towards the bed with a sense of urgency. “Yes, I can feel it.” She muttered in between nips and kisses on Wanda’s smooth neck. “It’s a new enchantment I’m trying out.”

Wanda felt a wave of arousal shoot through her. Something about intelligence really got her going, and Agatha was constantly showing her new spells or rune combinations she’d created. Of course, most of their lessons ended with Wanda on her knees, not that she minded. 

Strong hands grabbed the collar of her sweater, pushing backward until Wanda felt the back of her knees hit the mattress. An errant wave of Agatha’s hand slammed the door closed, the woman’s attention focused purely on the redhead seated before her. 

Green eyes locked onto the slight tent in Agatha’s pants, a tongue peeking out and swiping lazily across Wanda’s lips as she felt her thoughts run wild. God, she wanted to pin Agatha down and take the strap so far down her throat. She wanted to hear the brunette moan unabashedly as Wanda forced orgasm after orgasm out of her until the last drops of pleasure were wrangled from her enchanted strap. 

Then, she wanted to tear the toy off of those perfect hips, and absolutely devour the juices that would leak messily from Agatha’s needy pussy. She wanted to…

“Fuck.”

Agatha’s raspy voice tore Wanda from her thoughts. Looking up, she smiled slightly at the sight in front of her. Pupils dilated so severely that only a sliver of dark blue was left, sharp teeth biting desperately into a plump lip, strong thighs clenching together. She looked absolutely perfect. 

“On the bed,” Wanda commanded, keeping her voice soft. 

She’d learned that less is more when being dominant. Some people might like the yelling and sharp words and angry tone, but most submissives yearned for the quiet, strong dominance Wanda offered. 

Almost robotically, Agatha obeyed. The slight tilt of Wanda’s head only encouraged her to move faster, and she discarded her sweater before sitting against the headrest. 

“Did you wear this just for me?” Wanda asked, slowly pulling Agatha’s slacks off. She took the brunette’s slight head nod as an answer, humming briefly in response as her eyes locked on the dark purple strap. 

Agatha wasn’t wearing a harness, but the toy was snug against her, and Wanda practically salivated at the thought of the other end that must’ve been buried inside the woman’s pussy. Her fingers reached out, one hand caressing and pinching Agatha’s nipples, which were rock hard through her bra. The other hand reached down, until Wanda’s fingers were in her underwear, collecting some of the juices that had escaped. 

Blue eyes watched hungrily as Wanda pulled her fingers free, wet strands of arousal threatening to drip from them. They were glistening, and Agatha’s breath caught when that same hand wrapped loosely around the tip of her strap. 

It took everything she had not to thrust her hips feebly into Wanda’s relaxed grip. The scent of Wanda’s juices made Agatha’s head swim, driving her mad. The frictionless movement of those long fingers against her strap, smearing Wanda’s arousal over the silicone made Agatha desperate for more. 

Agatha never begged, but she was about two seconds away from whining. And she couldn’t lose her composure that soon. 

“I want to use your throat until I cum, and then I want to keep fucking you until I’m satisfied,” Agatha practically growled, growing tired of Wanda’s teasing. She took one look at the slow smile spreading across the redhead’s lips before she moved. 

Her hands were tangled with Wanda’s silky strands before she could even think, pulling the woman closer to her strap. Those sparkling green eyes locked with hers, and Agatha felt her arousal grow impossibly stronger. Then, those soft, perfect lips were wrapped around her and moving down and taking her deeper and…

A sultry moan erupted from Agatha, the satisfied sound encouraging Wanda to take her fully. With the strap nestled deep in her throat, Wanda held her head against the woman, breathing in her arousal, before coming up for air. 

Moving her head down again, Wanda sucked the strap sloppily, her tongue wrapping around the tip and swirling teasingly before she bobbed her head down again. The weight of the strap against her tongue sent arousal coursing through her, jolts of electricity making their way straight to her clit with each small rut of Agatha’s hips and every little moan and gasp that escaped from her lips. 

Breathing deeply, Wanda let herself enjoy the slight pain of Agatha’s hand gripping her hair. Every time she moved her head up, the woman would tighten her grip, not wanting to lose a single moment of pleasure. Taking a quick break, Wanda locked eyes with Agatha’s half-lidded ones, resting her chin on the woman’s hip and letting the strap slap lightly against her cheek. 

Agatha let out a low groan at the sight. She was so horny she could barely even think. She needed stimulation, and she needed it now. She could feel her breaths coming out in short bursts, and briefly thought that she should care about how desperate she probably looked, but pushed it aside in favor of flipping Wanda onto her back. 

Wide green eyes peered up at her, Wanda’s surprise at the change in position evident. Her hands wrapped around Agatha’s legs, her hands squeezing her ass as the woman rutted the tip of her strap against Wanda’s lips. 

“Take it,” Agatha muttered, her hand pressing on the back of Wanda’s head as she eased the strap into the redhead’s mouth. “Take it all like a good little slut.”

Wanda moaned around the strap, enthusiastically bobbing her head as Agatha fucked her mouth. She felt her own arousal increasing as the strap moved between her lips quickly. She didn’t care about the spit dripping down her chin and smearing over the strap, all she wanted was to make Agatha cum. 

Fuck, she wanted to be used for Agatha’s pleasure. 

As soon as the thought passed through Wanda’s mind, Agatha felt her orgasm overtake her quickly. She came with practically no warning, the only indicator of her orgasm was the painful tightening of her hand in Wanda’s hair. 

Agatha continued to fuck Wanda’s throat, giving the woman no reprieve as she prolonged the pleasure. She felt another orgasm building, increasing exponentially when she looked down and saw Wanda’s hungry eyes roaming her form. 

The hands on Agatha’s ass squeezed again before a resounding slap sounded throughout the room. Wanda internally smirked at the gasp Agatha let out, moaning when the woman retaliated by shoving the strap as far down her throat as she could manage, holding her there for a few seconds. 

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” Agatha hissed, eyes boring into Wanda’s as her orgasm crept up. She dragged the strap almost fully from the woman’s mouth, allowing her a few seconds to breathe before she slammed it to the back of her throat with no mercy. 

Fucking Wanda’s mouth like it was the last thing she’d ever do, Agatha arched her back, eyes raising to the ceiling. The sound of her strap as Wanda’s tongue slurped around it sent her over the edge once more, her thighs trembling as she rode out her orgasm. 

Reaching out her other hand, Agatha felt her strap pulsate as it was buried in Wanda’s mouth, her breath ragged and muscles seizing. She gripped the headboard, knuckles whitening as she slowly fucked in and out of the wet heat wrapped around her strap. 

Nails dug into Agatha’s ass, and she groaned as the pain caused her arousal to feebly jump. She pushed it down, nerves overstimulated as she moved to pull her strap from Wanda’s mouth. 

Wanda’s eyes flashed scarlet, and before Agatha could properly think, she was flipped over and pushed flush against the mattress. Scarlet wisps held her wrists tightly above her head, another thick tendril of magic pinning her hips down as Wanda eagerly took her whole length in her mouth. 

There was something intoxicating about the way Agatha moaned, the sound high-pitched and bordering on a whimper. Wanda let her hands rest on the woman’s thighs, fingers curling tightly as her short nails dug into the soft skin. 

Taking a moment to breathe, Wanda swirled her tongue around the tip of the strap before dragging her tongue down the length of it, enjoying the raspy groans erupting from those pretty lips. 

Agatha’s hips jolted violently, causing Wanda to choke slightly as she wrapped her lips around the strap. With a firm glance, she commanded Agatha to remain still, before using both her hand and mouth to bring the women to yet another orgasm. 

“Oh… fuck. Wanda stop, I can’t… it’s too much. Wait. Please, I’m gonna, fuck, please. I’m coming… I’m fucking coming. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Endless words streamed from Agatha’s lips, her brain having finally dipped into a comfortable vanilla haze. She knew that Wanda held more magical power than she did, and even the hundreds of years of experience she held had nothing over the raw power the redhead controlled. Given this fact, she knew escape was fruitless. 

All she could do was lay there and take it. 

“That’s right. I’m glad you finally understand your place,” Wanda practically purred, and Agatha was too overstimulated to berate her for reading her mind. She felt her muscles twitch, her pussy leaking around the strap, threatening to let the toy slip out from inside her. 

“Ah ah,” Wanda’s voice was low, her hand firm on the base of the toy, holding it steady. “None of that now. You’re going to take everything I give you, understand?” 

“I-,” Agatha couldn’t do much else but nod, green eyes watching her as she felt her cheeks flush. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” 

Agatha drew a shaky breath, Wanda’s hand slowly pumping up and down her strap. It was sending her into a delirious haze of pleasure, and she just barely managed to squeak out a ‘Yes, ma’am,’ before Wanda was moving. 

With a flick of her fingers, Wanda’s scarlet magic whisked away their clothes, leaving Agatha’s chest exposed to her nimble fingers. The dripping heat of Wanda’s pussy hovered over her strap, anticipation and want filling Agatha as she watched the redhead straddle her hips. 

“Beg.”

It wasn’t a question. Wanda’s eyebrow rose expectantly, her head tilting slightly as her fingers roughly pinched Agatha’s nipples. 

“Fuck, please.” 

“Please, what? Be more specific, dear.”

Groaning, Agatha threw her head back against the pillows. She sucked in a few deep breaths as Wanda’s fingers pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples before she let her remaining dignity go. 

“I need to feel your pussy around my strap, please. You can use me however you want, make yourself cum all over my cock. Please, Wanda. Just fuck me.”

The words had barely left Agatha’s lips before Wanda was sinking fully down on her strap, their moans sounding out at the same time. The fingers abusing her nipples briefly stopped, Wanda grabbing her breasts and squeezing as she steadied herself. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Wanda’s words were slightly breathless, her eyes shining as she began to fuck herself on Agatha’s strap. 

Grinding down, Wanda felt her own orgasm slowly building. The strap slid easily in and out of her pussy, her juices leaking down around the toy and smearing on her inner thighs as she worked herself up. 

Agatha had begun to let out a series of moans, the sounds reverberating around the room and sounding suspiciously like whimpers. Her fingers wrapped around the scarlet tendril restraining her wrists, the power from it sending her head reeling. 

Wanda continued speaking, her accent wrapping around each syllable and pushing Agatha’s orgasm closer to the surface.

“You’re going to make me cum, fuck. You look so good, all tied up beneath me. God, I could do whatever I wanted right now, and you’d just have to lay there and fucking take it.”

With a sudden thrust of her hips, Agatha threw Wanda off balance, the redhead’s upper body colliding on top of hers with a soft thump. The sensation of her breasts against her own sent firefly bolts shooting through her, and Agatha valiantly fought her impending orgasm. 

“Go on,” Wanda challenged, “Get me off like the good little whore you are.”

With a guttural moan, Agatha canted her hips up roughly, Wanda’s soft moans against her ear sending her over the edge. She felt the redhead’s pussy walls clamping down on her strap as they orgasmed together. The sensation of Wanda squeezing around her sent her headfirst into another, smaller orgasm. 

Eventually, Wanda slowed down, lazily grinding against the strap still buried deep inside her. She milked the last remnants of her orgasm, feeling Agatha’s chest heaving against her own. Her fingers slowly massaged the brunette’s chest, nipple taut and hard under her ministrations. 

Agatha whimpered, a whispered ‘yellow’ falling from her lips. 

Pulling back, Wanda moved her hands up to cradle the woman’s face, thumbs gently stroking over her flushed cheeks.

“Too much?” She asked, and hummed softly at Agatha’s weak nod in response. 

“Alright,” Wanda’s voice had a note of finality in it. “I’m going to ride your face then, you still owe me another orgasm.”

Well, Agatha certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

—

Both Agatha and Wanda were slightly slumped over their morning coffee, exhausted. Wanda was slowly eating a piece of avocado toast, her eyes half closed as Agatha fed Señor Scratchy bits of carrots and cucumbers. 

Wanda’s open laptop sat near them, the screen shining innocently as Agatha pulled her rune book closer to her. She’d instructed Wanda to research a few sites, but judging from the sluggish movements of the redhead across from her, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

Besides, Wanda was far too anxious about the job she’d applied for the day before to get any real work done. 

An email pinged through, and Wanda’s green eyes eagerly scanned it, her form no longer bent over the table sleepily. 

There! An interview time and location, the words swimming before her eyes before Agatha’s touch grounded her. 

“Good job, hon.” Agatha’s voice was proud, her blue eyes warm. Wanda practically beamed at her, jumping up from her seat and rounding the table before wrapping her arms around the woman’s waist. She could hardly believe it, and her chest twisted as she thought about starting a new chapter in her life. 

Wanda didn’t really want to leave Agatha but knew that she had to get back into the world. Training had been a nice break, and so had learning to trust her dominant slash mentor slash… friend?

Almost as if reading Wanda’s mind (oh, wait), Agatha chuckled, turning her around to face the mirror. She played with Wanda’s red strands briefly, before sizing her up and murmuring in her ear, words dripping like honey as blue eyes blazed warmly.

“Time to go shopping for a professional outfit, and maybe a whole new wardrobe.”

—

Wanda walked through a set of glass doors, trying not to stare too hard at her surroundings. She resisted the urge to tug on her new blazer, the beginnings of her new wardrobe still feeling slightly foreign to her. Luckily, Agatha had good taste. 

Her new apartment was a mess, her limited bags strewn all over the place. Even with all the chaos surrounding the rounds of interviews she’d gone through, before finally getting the position under the CEO, Wanda only felt a vague sense of pride. 

Her anxieties had faded the second she’d received the phone call confirming her new position from Elenor herself, lessening even further at the amount of money she’d receive while training to take over the company. Agatha had been proud, a smug smirk on her face as she’d helped Wanda move in, purple and scarlet wisps dancing around each other to efficiently unpack. 

And now here she was, her first day. 

Wanda resisted the urge to smile, instead nodding once at the receptionist before smoothly brushing past her toward the elevator. 

Upon reaching the top floor, Wanda felt a thrill go up her spine at the sound of her heels clacking slightly on the floor. Who knew such a simple sound could instill great levels of confidence?

The morning was long, information being thrown at her by her new boss. Luckily, Agatha had taught her how to take effective notes, and CEO training had nothing on experimental rune combinations. 

The afternoon stretched on, filled with meetings and countless handshakes, and Wanda remained steadfast through it all. She was relieved when they finally returned to the top floor, settling gratefully into a chair as her new boss started talking, pulling something up on her computer.

“Of course, you'll have to choose a stage name of sorts. It sells the mysterious illusion that surrounds your position.” The woman said, brown eyes peering at Wanda over the top of her computer. 

A small smirk formed on Wanda’s lips, her mind thrown back to the small cabin in the woods. Visions of purple wisps, lavender perfume, and bright eyes danced through her thoughts, a name popping into her head almost immediately. Blinking away the memory of strong arms wrapped around her waist as a white rabbit watched from the countertop, Wanda looked up, eyes sparkling.

“The Scarlet Witch.”

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[dumbasslesbi]

Being a lesbian means switching your choice of fictional milf to hyperfixate over every month <3

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[star-xxx1]

I read it is is a dark blog and I am in love with dark stuff. If it is okay, I would love to request Dark! Agatha and reader based in this concept ‘For Agatha, you are the love of her life. For you, she was the person who kidnapped you’

Can I be 🦖 anon?

Lucid Dreams

Dark! Agatha harkness x fem! reader

Warnings: Manipulation, magic use, being held against will? fingering, clit simulation, nicknames, abit of praise kink.

A/n: She's abit dark? I switched round the concept, abit i hope you don't mind, sorry this took so long for me to reply <3 and yeah ofc you can be 🦖 anon!

You lie next to your wife, tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling that something is not quite right. The silence of the night weighs heavily on you, and your thoughts race through your mind, searching for answers to the uneasiness that is gnawing at you. You turn and shift, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seems to help. Every little noise or rustle sends your heart thumping, and you feel yourself growing more and more anxious with each passing moment. You try to convince yourself that everything is alright, that you're just being overly sensitive, but the feeling of unease persists. Finally, you give up, and get up, making your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, hoping that the change in scenery might help calm your nerves. You sip the water, trying to focus your thoughts, but still, the nagging feeling remains. Finally, you decide to go back to bed, hoping that sleep will help you shake off the feeling, but as you walk back to the bedroom, a thought occurs to you: what if this feeling is an omen, a warning of some sort, something that you cannot ignore? You pause for a moment, considering the possibility, before eventually dismissing the thought, telling yourself that you're just being overly dramatic and that there's nothing to worry about. Despite your efforts to reassure yourself, however, the sense of unease persists, haunting you even as you drift into a fitful sleep, your dreams overshadowed by the feeling that something is amiss.

You dream that you are lying asleep, completely paralyzed, and unable to move. Suddenly, you find yourself standing in a vast expanse of darkness, the only light coming from a glowing beacon above you. As you stare at the beacon, a godly figure begins to emerge, a shadowy silhouette slowly taking form. As the figure draws closer, you recognize it as yourself, only older, and wiser, and more powerful.

"Greetings, my friend," the older you said, her voice strong and commanding but calming, smooth like silk. "You have been chosen to receive guidance from one of the many versions of yourself in the multiverse. Listen well, my friend, as what I have to tell you is of the utmost importance."

With a snap of her fingers, the darkness dissipates, and you find yourself in a spacious library, filled with books and scrolls and all manner of knowledge, however you can't move. The older you educated you about the knowledge and history of the multiverse, the words spilling from her plump lips like a waterfall.

"What you seek is on the very fringes of the multiverse, beyond what you can comprehend," says the older you. "Agatha, the woman you love, has evil intentions. For Agatha you are the love of her life, but also her captive, For you she is also the love of your life but also your kidnaper. You have been blined by a powerful spell."

"She seeks to harness the power of the multiverse for her own ends, to take control and Manipulate everything to her liking, wherever you go you won't find the hex walls because you're constantly in it. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goal. You must stop her, my friend, before she brings about the end of all freedom."

And with that, the elder you disappear, leaving you standing alone in the library, the weight of her words weighing heavily on your shoulders.

You wake up, your heart pounding, your mind racing. The dream feels so real, so vivid, that you wonder if it could have been more than just a dream. And then you remember Agatha, your wife, lying peaceful and beautiful next to you, and you wonder if this is just another manifestation of your endless anxiety, or if there is something deeper and more sinister at play.

Your breath escape your mouth shallow and panicked, Aggie starts to stir eventually she turns to look at you, a swish of the hand turning on the bedside lamp. Her face is filled with concern, and you try to speak, to tell her about the visions you've just experienced, but the words catch in your throat, and you find yourself gasping for air. "What's wrong, my love?" Agatha asks, her voice filled with worry. You struggle to form the words, the dream still fresh in your mind, and finally, you manage to choke out, "Agatha, I had the strangest dream. It was like I was in a different universe, and a version of myself was telling me that you had evil intentions and you kidnapped me and you were manipulating me. And I couldn't move, Agatha, I was frozen." You rush out. Agatha's face falls, her expression becoming grim as she listens to your words. Finally, she speaks, her voice full of seriousness.

"That's just a stupid dream." She says abruptly and coldly. You stare at her, not knowing how to respond. Her face softens, and she pulls your distressed form into her, holding you tight. "Sorry baby, I just - you know my past with magic." She looked down at you with loving eyes. She placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Agatha can still tell that you're unsettled.

You felt Agatha's soft fingertips rest on your forehead, and immediately, a strange sensation washed over you. You felt tired and heavy, and before you knew it, your vision was filled with a swirling tunnel of purple light. The light got brighter and brighter until your eyes shut tightly, and you fell into a deep sleep. When you woke up, you felt disoriented and confused. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was now 2:00am. "Aggie, why am I up so late?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Agatha eyes were fixed on you. She looked concerned, but she also had a strange aura about her, as if she was hiding something from you. You looked at her, confused and conflicted. You trusted Agatha implicitly, and you knew that she would never do anything to hurt you.

You lay back down, still feeling dazed and confused. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing, hoping that sleep would come soon. But you couldn't.

"Aggie, I can't sleep." You whispered out.

"Let me help you, baby." She whispered into your ear, nibbling away at it.

The witches hand trailed down your stomach and into your panties. She kissed lovingly away at your neck as you squirmed at the electric touch. Her fingers find your sensitive clit slowly teasing the tender peral, her fingers gentle but insistent. You arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Shit." You gasped. She chuckled against your neck, her mouth working on the tender flesh, leaving deep red marks in the wake.

"Come on, doll, make those pretty like noise for me." Agatha's fingers rub harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as she feels you getting closer. "That's it, baby." Your moans now tumbled from your lips. Her fingers danced over the sensitive nub, teasing and taunting you. She leans in closer, her body flush against yours as she continues to torment your needy flesh, moving faster, driving you closer to the edge. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, sliding two fingers deep inside you, stretching you further as she teases your clit. Your body tenses and shudders under Agatha's ministrations as she brings you to climax. she can't help but revel in the power she holds over you.

Cumming hard, your pussy pulsing around Agatha's fingers as your juices coat her hand in a warm, sticky mess. Your body shook aggressively with pleasure, calling out her name as she helped you ride out your high. Her hands remereged from your panties. Licking them clean, moaning at the delightful tase of your essence. Gently stroking your hair, her eyes looked at you filled with affection and desire. She moved your limp body against her, your face pushed into her breasts, your favourite place, and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

"You did so well." She praised, kissing your lips in the most sweet, gentle manner and you smiled to yourself, eyelids falling heavy. You soon fell asleep in the arms of your lover, secure and happy. And as you do, Agatha's mind races with thoughts of betrayal. She feels no guilt or remorse for what she has done

Stripping you of your agency and replacing your memories with a false reality. She doesn't care about the ethics or morality of her actions, only the result: to keep you safe and by her side, no matter what. In the darkness of the night, Agatha's face is filled not with joy but with a twisted sense of determination. She is willing to cross any line, to do whatever it takes, to keep you by her side. You are hers, now and always, and she will do anything to keep you from leaving. Whatever was in that 'dream' was a threat to this false world, and she was going to find it and destroy it. What can she say? Wanda did teach her well about the mutliverse.

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[magnetostits]

wanda is better than me because if i had to fight any of these people i would lose to my own gay thoughts

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[noonecares915]

How can someone be so seductive, yet so cute?

#lesbian #gay #doctor strange #elizabeth olsen #little!reader #wanda and pietro #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x vision #wandavision #wanda multiverse of madness #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff x plus size reader #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff edit #wanda maximoff gif #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x natasha

[batllethinker]

request: subby!Agatha who has a secret mommy kink she's ashamed about, but one day dom!Wanda suggested using a magic strap on her, and it is so good that she's lost the ability to think, poor thing gets so so dumb that she can't help but call her Mommy all whiny 😵‍💫

and Wanda fucks her harder, because while she's still very new to this, hearing Agatha call her that is just so hot

Burning desire | W.MF + A.HK | 18+ mdni

Pairing:Mommy Wanda x bun Agatha

Summary: Agatha has a secret

Warnings: mommy kink, enhanced straps, degradation, lowkey bimbo Agatha, praise, size kink (really big dildo), dirty talk, breeding, some nervous Wanda in the end | 18+ mdni

A/N: this request made me go absolutely feral

"Hey, bun?" Wanda called out to the older woman, who was sat by the kitchen table with a warm cup of coffee in her hands.

"In here!" Agatha smiled giddily as the redhead came into view,the bag in one of her hands instantly catching the brunette's attention.

"What's that?" Wanda gave her a teasing smile as she bent down to come face to face with her, hand cupping Agathas chin to ensure she kept her eyes on the redhead.

"I got something for us to play with." The younger woman bit her lip to keep her wide grin somewhat contained as Agathas eyes widened in excitement, her giddy smile back in full force.

"Wanna try it out now?" The older woman could feel a similar heat pool in her belly as Wanda looked at her with that dark, lustful look.

"Please" came the whimpered reply as the younger woman pulled her to her feet and up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

"Clothes off and on the bed." Agatha smiled widely and practically tearing off her clothes before stretching out on the bed, bright eyes watching as the younger woman undressed in a far more sophisticated manner, taking her time folding her clothes and leaving them on the dresser before moving onto the strap.

The brunette watched with an eager, giddy smile as Wanda attached the dildo to her harness and it was only then Agatha noticed the sheer size of it.

"Baby? That's too big" The younger woman looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips as she considered her options.

"You can take it, bunny, I'll make sure of it" Agatha pouted at the thought alone but couldn't deny the warm feeling she got as she watched Wanda stroke the toy, head thrown back and breathy moans leaving her.

"Fuck, it's going to feel so good once I'm inside you" The brunettes eyes widened once she realized what was going on, nervously eyeing the toy as Wanda finally crawled in between her legs.

"M-Wanda, it's too big, please" Agatha whined as the tip of the toy bumped against her clit before settling against her, hoping that her slip up would be unnoticeable.

"Baby, shut up" the protest that was ready to fall from her lips was quickly shut down as that pout returned to her lips.

Wanda smirked down at her, gently moving the toy through her folds, deciding to not tease her girlfriend about the very obvious wet spot on the sheets beneath her.

"You're going to be a good girl and take my cock, right?" The older woman nodded desperately as Wanda pushed the first inch into her before pulling out and repeating the process inch by inch.

Agatha moaned loudly when the younger woman bottomed out inside of her, arms coming to wrap around Wandas frame, holding her close as the redhead let her adjust to the stretch.

"Fuck baby, if I knew you were this tight I would have done this alot sooner" it was groaned into her ear and the older woman couldn't do anything but whine in response.

Wanda pressed a sweet kiss to her neck before starting to pull out only to thrust back in with a force the older woman didn't know she possessed, and forcing a needy whine from her in return.

The younger woman gripped her thighs to support herself, head buried in Agathas neck as she fucked the brunette with nothing but desperation.

"Ah! M-mommy! Please" Agatha knew that she had messed up when the redhead froze above her, slowly withdrawing to look at her.

"What did you just call me?" The older woman looked up at her with wide, guilty eyes, ofcourse she would mess up by doing something like this.

"I, I'm sorry baby" then she felt Wanda actually pulse inside of her, her grip tightening around Agathas thighs as her eyes shone with a certain mirth.

"Say it again, be a good girl for mommy and say it again" the older woman whined, arms tightening around Wanda again as she pulled her closer.

"M-mommy" The younger woman groaned into her neck, hips mindlessly thrusting into her again as her mind buzzed from the new title.

Then her hips took on a more purposeful thrust, fully intent on making Agatha cum around her, to breed her full of her cum.

Slowly moving her hand to rub firm circles on the older woman's clit, coaxing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

The redhead groaned into her neck as her own orgasm started to bubble, hips jerking uncontrollably, just waiting for Agathas peak to hit.

"Cum for me, baby, come on" the older woman bit her lip firmly to keep her pathetic whine in as her orgasm washed over her. Agathas back arched, nails digging into the other womans skin as Wandas own orgasm pushed her on.

The brunette gasped at the feeling of Wandas cum filling her up, the sensation only milking her orgasm on as the younger woman fucked her through both of their orgasms.

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief in her neck before pulling back with a nervous smile, eyes shifting momentarily down Agathas body before meeting her eyes.

"Was that okay?" the older woman laughed in disbelief, looking at her girlfriend as if she was crazy only then realizing that Wanda was completely serious.

"Baby, I don't think I've ever cummed that hard." The redhead blushed a bright red, clearly embarrassed as she hid her face in Agathas neck again.

#cas writes #wagatha #mommy wandas horns #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #marvel #wlw smut #lesbian fanfiction

[oph3liatlou]

Helloooo!! If you do head canons for the marvel characters on ur directory, could you do Agatha Harkness in a wlw relationship? Tysmmm!!

— WLW HEADCANONS

- pairings ; headcanons!agatha harkness x fem!reader

- warnings ; completely cheesy 🧀

- She is wildly protective of you, she makes sure no one would ever harm you.

- She gets super jealous when others flirt with you (especially men), she knows you’d never cheat but she doesn’t trust others.

- Very PDA.

- She’d rather stay at home with you then go out.

- Whispering “mine” in your ear alot.

- She loves cuddling on the couch and watching horror movies with you.

- Very bold.

- She’s always complimenting you; “You look stunning!”

- She likes to cook and bake for you.

- Sarcastic comments and inside jokes with you.

- Super affectionate when alone.

- She’s definitely not afraid of saying anything and everything off the top of her head.

- She’s very confident in herself and tries to help you feel the same about yourself.

- “You’re beautiful dear…”

#writing #reqs open #request #headcanon #magic #marvel #superhero #super villian #agatha harkness #agatha: darkhold diaries #agatha coven of chaos #mcu #agatha harkness is a lesbian #you can’t change my mind

[sl-ut]

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[yelenaslightchangeofplan]

Fic Title: I Am Not a Monster

Current Chapter Count: 42

Current Word Count: 121k

Last Update: April 29th

Next Update: May 13th

Summary: What do a scrappy teen, a powerful being capable of spontaneous creation, and a 300-year-old witch have in common? They all need to heal from their pasts, they all need to figure out who they want to be now, and they all might just need each other.

Or: the one where Wanda and Agatha accidentally adopt America.

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness, Wanda Maximoff & America Chavez, America Chavez & Agatha Harkness, America Chavez/Kamala Khan

Tags: Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Gay Witch Family, Bisexual Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Agatha Harkness

Chapter 1: Making It Up

Chapter 2: Pizza Balls at The Plaza

Chapter 3: People Like Us

Chapter 4: The Prodigal Witch Returns

Chapter 5: Ladies Who Lunch

Chapter 6: A Strange Visitor

Chapter 7: Magic Kindergarten

Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 9: Shut Down, Open Up

Chapter 10: Shadow Work

Chapter 11: The Sign

Chapter 12: Churros and Champagne

Chapter 13: Fatal Reaction

Chapter 14: Attached

Chapter 15: I'm Loving It

Chapter 16: The Raid

Chapter 17: Report Card

Chapter 18: (Pancake) Batter Up

Chapter 19: Surprise Times Two

Chapter 20: Dining, Drama, and Drives

Chapter 21: Braking Down

Chapter 22: Cat Out of the Bag

Chapter 23: Road Trip

Chapter 24: What's Innside

Chapter 25: Exploring

Chapter 26: The Clearing

Chapter 27: Sick Day

Chapter 28: Spoonful of Cocoa

Chapter 29: For Goodness Saké

Chapter 30: Confronting the Past

Chapter 31: If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 32: 'Til the Clock Strikes 12

Chapter 33: Let's Have a Quince

Chapter 34: No Time Like the Present

Chapter 35: A Spark in the Dark

Chapter 36: Rebel Girl

Chapter 37: Waffling Around

Chapter 38: Dyeing Inside

Chapter 39: Told You So

Chapter 40: The Talk

Chapter 41: Playing with Fire

Chapter 42: Pranks and Plans

Chapter 43: Meet the Parents

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #america chavez #agatha harkness #wanda x agatha #wagatha #fic #wandavision #multiverse of madness #coven of chaos #gay witch family #ao3 #ao3fic #I Am Not a Monster #agatha: darkhold diaries #wandagatha #bisexual wanda maximoff #lesbian agatha harkness

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

The Art of Healing: Chapter 7

pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

summary: our two favorite witches confront an enemy and wanda discovers true control over her powers

content warnings: smut, cunnilingus, knife, blood, murder

word count: 2.4 k+

Series Masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Complete Control

Brunette curls framed Agatha’s face, her brows furrowed as a pair of glasses rested lightly on her nose. She was seated in her office, seemingly unaware of the young redhead who lingered near the doorframe. Green eyes took in her stance, the straight back and elegantly crossed leg taking most of her attention, but the glasses were what really made her pause. 

Wanda was seconds away from stripping naked and crawling toward the dominant aura that encompassed Agatha when blue eyes flickered over to her. 

“Well don’t just stand there,” Agatha drawled, a single eyebrow raising. The corner of her lips turned up slightly when Wanda blushed and stepped fully inside the office. 

“I was just…” Wanda stopped herself, knowing that she didn’t have an excuse. “You look really good with glasses.” She offered instead, a warm feeling filling her up when Agatha’s smile widened. 

“Thank you, sweet cheeks.” The pet name made Wanda blush even further, the tips of her ears burning.

Clearing her throat, Wanda finally noticed the open laptop that Agatha had been so intently staring at. In an attempt to divert the intense focus of the brunette, she gestured towards it, asking, “What have you been doing all morning?”

A weary sigh escapes Agatha, the sound almost too soft to hear. Anyone less perceptive than Wanda would have missed it. Her fingers twitch, almost as if to close the laptop, before she removes her glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. 

Wanda immediately misses the look of those glasses framing Agatha’s face and watches her set them down gently. Beckoning the redhead closer, she swivels the laptop around and begins explaining. 

“I like to keep an eye on witch hunters,” Agatha says, Wanda taking in the information from the page she was seeing. “This one,” She points to a picture of a man with long, stringy hair, “He’s gotten close to figuring out who you are.”

Green eyes widen in surprise before terror fills them. 

“Don’t worry, hun,” Agatha watches Wanda manually slow her breathing, the red wisps around her fingertips threatening to escape her control. “I’m going to get rid of him for you.”

“How?” Wanda hates the raspiness in her voice, her accent wrapping around the word as she locks her eyes on Agatha. There’s a desperate look in them, panic threatening to overtake her. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Agatha states, watching Wanda carefully for a reaction. “It’s the only way to stop these fanatic types, they won’t stop until they’ve either revealed us to the world or killed us.”

Wanda’s head moves, nodding slowly. Her eyes have a distant look in them, and with a single curl of her fingers, the red magic surrounding them disappears. 

“Good.”

A surprised look makes its way onto Agatha’s face. She hadn’t expected Wanda to agree with her methodologies, but considering the HYDRA base that was now a fine dust of concrete somewhere in the forests of Sakovia, she should’ve expected it. 

“I want to come with,” Wanda looks up, her green eyes blazing, a scarlet hue around them. “I want to help you kill him.”

Agatha doesn’t say anything, simply staring at the redhead seated across from her. She looks her up and down, assessing her. 

“I’ll do anything.” Wanda’s tone is firm.

Well, Agatha can’t say no to that. She doesn’t speak, simply gesturing with her hand. Wanda follows the unspoken instruction, moving from the chair silently and kneeling in front of the brunette. 

Sliding her pants off, Agatha watches Wanda’s pupils dilate at the sight of her nude pussy. Spreading her legs, she gently threads her fingers through silky red hair and pulls Wanda to her. 

A strong tongue swipes through her folds, massaging Agatha’s clit. A loud moan erupts from her and Wanda smiles as she looks up. Her tongue moves quickly, incessant against her as Agatha rolls her hips against the redhead’s face. 

The chair crashes against the wall, Agatha’s legs wrapping around Wanda’s shoulders as her heels dig into the redhead’s shoulder blades. Pulling her closer by her hair, fingers wrapping around soft strands, Agatha ruts her hips against her incessant tongue. 

Wanda smiles and moans against her, the vibrations causing the brunette’s hips to snap roughly against her. The only thing she can smell and taste is Agatha, her hands gripping the woman’s thighs as she breathes slowly through her nose while she wraps her lips fully around Agatha’s clit and sucks. 

When Agatha cums, it's like a rising tide that crashes into the shore over and over again. Her muscles contract, her hips jerking wildly against Wanda’s tongue as she practically convulses against her. The fingers in Wanda’s hair tighten, pulling painfully at the strands as she loses control over her limbs. 

The chair gently bangs against the wall, hitting it with each jerk of Agatha's hips. Eventually, she pulls Wanda’s head away from her over-sensitive pussy, her fingers trembling slightly as she runs them through strands of red hair. 

Cupping Wanda’s face, Agatha lets a slow smile spread across her face. Using one of her thumbs, she wipes away some of the arousal coating Wanda’s chin before slipping it past the redhead's sticky lips and enjoying the strong tongue that wraps around it. 

“You know,” Agatha leans back, teasing her hair slightly and enjoying the hungry look that appears in Wanda’s eyes at the action. “I was always going to let you come with me, but seeing how desperate you were really turned me on, sweetness.”

Wanda fights the urge to roll her eyes, choosing to send her mentor an exasperated look instead. Then, she glances meaningfully at Agatha’s parted legs and licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste of her. Dark blue eyes watch her, arousal swelling as Wanda speaks, “Well, since I’m already on my knees…”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before Agatha’s strong hands are back in her hair and pulling her towards her still-dripping pussy. 

—

The moon shines brightly, a faint dusting of clouds reflecting its light as Agatha silently walks towards a warmly lit cabin. Wanda follows behind, her shoes gently hitting the ground with each step, the scarlet magic beneath her skin itching to be released. 

Looking back, blue eyes meet green as Agatha tilts her head. Wanda nods silently, pushing the plan for the night to the front of her thoughts, knowing that her mentor is reading her mind. Blue eyes flash in approval before Agatha’s attention is drawn back towards the cabin. 

They can see the witch hunter inside, his head bent as he frantically writes something down. Even from outside the cabin, Wanda can tell that his hands are shaking and his hair hasn’t been washed in a few days. Judging by the state of his clothes, he hasn’t washed much of anything in a while. 

Agatha steps up towards the door, fingers twisting as a purple wisp wraps around it. Looking back, she saw that Wanda’s scarlet magic was curling around her fingertips, a hungry look in the redhead’s eyes. 

The door clicked, the latch unlocking. Agatha swung the door open, a surprised squeak escaping the man, his hands freezing from where he had been madly scribbling in a notebook. Frenzied eyes darted between the two women, widening when he saw the magic twisting around their fingers. 

“W- Wi- Witches…” His voice cracked pathetically, and Wanda couldn’t stop the smirk that spread slowly across her face. 

Advancing slowly, Agatha stalked towards the man. His stringy hair partially covered his face, but Wanda could see his beady eyes fillingl with fear. He looked like a scared animal, and Wanda mused that if he was the prey in this situation, Agatha was most definitely the predator. 

Pens clattered to the floor, the man backing up and gripping the table for support. Agatha’s piercing blue eyes didn’t stray, her gaze locked on his trembling form. Wanda silently closed the door, sealing the windows and doors with her magic as she watched. 

Before the man could react, purple tendrils crept towards him, wrapping around his limbs in a way similar to vines as Agatha chuckled lowly at the strangled choking noise that escaped him. 

Tearing her gaze from the now-kneeling man wrapped tightly in purple tendrils, Wanda finally took in the cabin. Most notably, the pages upon pages of writing and photographs covering the walls.

She vaguely remembered watching an American crime show with Pietro, and them both laughing at the red string the cops had put in between pictures of different criminals. The walls looked eerily similar to that show, minus the red string, although it wouldn’t have looked out of place. Instead, lines of bold black connected different reports and security camera pictures. 

Scanning the writings briefly, Wanda felt her stomach turn as she began to understand his so-called ‘research’. One wall was completely dedicated to the best way to kill a witch. Different pages described in detail the most efficient methods, some of which caused an involuntary flinch to make its way through Wanda. 

Reluctantly turning her gaze toward another wall, Wanda stiffened at the sight of her picture in the center. It looked like her passport photo, and she wondered how he had managed to procure that specific picture before her gaze wandered to the other photographs and news articles around it.

Wanda’s heart dropped, a ringing sound making its way into her ears as she scanned the multiple articles speculating about the HYDRA facility that had crumbled to dust. Whenever magic was mentioned, the man circled it in red marker and drew an arrow towards her. There was a grainy photo of her and Pietro entering the facility, probably from a security camera, and Wanda’s heart clenched painfully. 

‘That’s her, the witch. The one from that building. The one that crumbled to dust. Shit. I have to run. Can I run? Is this actually magic keeping me immobilized? If I could just reach my knife…’

Wanda tore her gaze from the wall, catching a glimpse of metal. Turning fully towards the desk, she stalked forward, an eerie scarlet glow in her eyes. 

Agatha remained silent, watching as Wanda picked up an intricate dagger, buried beneath some papers. The man whimpered at the sight, his shoulders sagging as panicked eyes stared at her. 

‘Fuck. She’s going to kill me. My work isn’t done yet, I can't die yet. Not when there are so many other witches to hunt.’

“What do you mean,” Wanda asked, her voice deadly and low. The man paled but didn’t speak. Wanda didn’t need him to, choosing to instead read his mind as thoughts of him ritualistically killing different women flashed through his mind. 

A few of them weren’t women, they were girls. 

The image of a child flashed through his mind, her eyes glassy and wide as blood pooled beneath her, and Wanda wrenched her magic out of his mind. Scarlet tendrils whipped around her and Agatha lazily formed a protective shield around herself as she watched green eyes lock onto the man. 

‘How old was she?” Wanda asked, her accent making its way into her words. The man paled further, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate an answer. 

“Eight.”

Scarlet tendrils knocked over a candle, the small flame eagerly licking at the dry paper covering the walls of the cabin. Agatha raised an eyebrow, glancing at Wanda. The redhead walked closer to the kneeling man, knife glinting dangerously in her hand. 

“She deserved it,” The man suddenly snarled, his eyes wild. “They all did. Witches deserve to burn in hell.”

He was panting, his eyes darting nervously around the room as the flames crept quickly up the walls. Smoke was beginning to fill the cabin, both Wanda and Agatha using their magic to breathe. 

A spike of anger shot through Wanda, her vision blurring as her hands moved. Her body seemed almost detached from her brain, her eyes simply watching as she slammed the blade into the man’s chest. She brought her mouth close to his ear, whispering the last words he’d ever hear. 

“And now you will too.”

Wanda twisted the knife, a choked cry escaping the man as warm blood poured over her hands. Her mind became sharper, and suddenly she was back inside her own body, a fizzy feeling worming its way through her. 

Feeling her emotions fade, compartmentalizing themselves neatly in her mind, Wanda let the fizzy feeling take over, filling her limbs with warmth. She felt present, completely in the moment as her sharp eyes watched a trickle of blood escape from the corner of the man’s spasming mouth. 

She’d never felt so aware, so focused. It was intoxicating, and Wanda immediately wanted the fizzy feeling to stay. 

The man’s eyes grew glassy, his chest no longer moving and his form slumped over the knife as blood continued to pour onto Wanda’s hands and wrists. She pulled the knife free, breathing heavily, and the fizzy feeling grew sharper. 

The feeling twisted deep within her, turning into something sharp and filled with jagged edges. It threatened to overtake her, seeping into her mind as green eyes watched the blood from the dagger drip onto the form of the dead witch hunter. Wanda smiled, and Agatha grabbed her arm. 

“We have to go now, hon.” Her voice was low, only a slight note of urgency to it. “The cabin is about to collapse on us, and I’d rather be long gone by the time the authorities show up.”

Wanda turned to face her, a small smile still cemented on her face. Agatha smirked at her, forming a purple archway directly back to her basement. Lifting her hand, Wanda let a wisp of scarlet magic play across her knuckles, Agatha observing silently as she pulled the redhead through the portal. 

The smile on Wanda’s face grew wider, the blood-soaked blade dropping onto the cold concrete of Agatha’s basement as the doorway closed behind them. Her magic floated lazily around the room, casting a soft scarlet glow on the two women. 

“See?” Wanda’s smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling. “I’m in full control now.”

The fizzy feeling grew stronger, twisting in her chest and threatening to turn into something sharp and dangerous. The jagged pieces of the hole in her heart started to soften, the chasm of her grief narrowing slightly as green eyes met blue. 

As their gazes locked, Wanda sensed the dawn of a new beginning, a flicker of warmth amidst the cold shadows of her past. It buried itself deep within her, nestling comfortably alongside the jagged chasm and swirling scarlet magic at her core.

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