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The Comfort of Rain
A/N: Hi!!! I'm back after another long hiatus!!! It has Not been my year and I feel bad for abandoning this blog lmao :,) I've really missed writing, especially for Agatha and I'm excited to start again. I have some stuff planned!! So stay tuned!! + I wanted to keep the Readers stressors as ambiguous as possible so anyone could project their situation onto this fic but yeah I hope u all enjoy and find some comfort in it like I did <3
Also I just finished editing this and it's 1AM so if I missed any nonsense... oops.
Thank u to the lovely person who requested this! <3<3
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None, I think. As always, lmk if I missed any!
Coming by sleep has been hard recently. It’s always hard when life keeps taking from you, taking and taking until you’ve given everything you have to give. And then it keeps expecting more, demanding more, pushing you to your limits until you break. Sleep is impossible, at this point. How could you possibly rest when you’re so stressed out that anxiety has plagued you to the point of nausea for days? Sleep isn’t an option. Why would your brain allow you such a simple comfort?
The only thing that slows your racing mind is the steady thrumming of rain against the window. It quiets those anxious voices and stressful thoughts possessing you. You smush the side of your face into the cool sliding glass door, and it soothes your puffy, red eye.
Rain is, quite possibly, the greatest natural comfort in life.
You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and although the hardwood floors are extremely uncomfortable to rest on, you find yourself curling into the sliding glass door, as if trying to immerse yourself in the image in front of you.
Your heart weighs heavy in your chest, like a rock weighing you down. You don’t even flinch when a loud crack sounds far beyond the safety of your home, a bolt of lighting flashing through the sky. Your apartment lights up momentarily, and just as quickly as the light had appeared, it’s gone. The rain is doing nothing to fill the empty silence of your apartment, the echo of a ticking clock somewhere in your home ringing through the dark.
Your eyes are droopy and heavy with exhaustion, tired from crying. And yet, you still can’t find sleep. Then, you hear it. Cutting through the dead silence, just loud enough to hear over the rain- the familiar creak of your front door opening. You tilt your head slightly to your right, just barely enough so that you can see the entrance to your home. Warm, yellow light pools in through the open door, cutting through the cold darkness, and you can make out a familiar silhouette. A small smile cracks onto your features as you watch her enter, pulling a suitcase in behind her.
You’re grinning ear to ear. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Agatha closes and locks the door, abandoning her suitcase next to her. You watch as she toes off her sneakers, reaching to turn on the living room light.
“Ag’s, you’re home!”
Your voice is heavy with exhaustion but alight with excitement. Agatha pauses, freezing just as she was about to flick the light switch. She drops her arm, and though you can’t clearly make out her features from across the apartment, you know that she sees you.
Agatha knows right away that you’re not okay.
Her sock clad feet softly pad across the living room, and then across the kitchen before she reaches you at the sliding glass door by your dining table. You’re looking up at her from where you’re curled into the window, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.
“I missed you.”
Your words are a whisper, so soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. She smiles softly, crouching down to your level. Now, you can finally make out some of her features in the darkness.
“I missed you too, baby.”
Agatha raises a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She then moves her hand to pet all your stray hairs into place carefully, taking the time to smooth them down against your head.
“Why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor, silly girl?”
She coos softly, her voice so gentle and gushing with so much affection and kindness that you feel safe in her words. She’s like the rain. Her tone, the way she speaks, everything about her. The way she looks at you, her eyes, her considerate touch, it all makes you feel so safe and comfortable you could just melt in her arms.
“I can’t sleep so I decided to watch the rain.”
You mumble in response, your voice scratchy and eyes still sore from how you had been crying earlier. She presses her lips into a firm line, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studies you. Now, that’s when you know that she knows that something is wrong. Quickly, she masks her worried gaze by smiling softly at you.
Agatha stands, the steady thrumming of rain playing as background music to the scene unfolding between you and Agatha in your dark kitchen. It’s deathly quiet otherwise, the silence is so thick and hanging heavy in the air as it often does in the late hours of the night and the very early hours of the morning. As if one wrong move, one loud noise would wake the entire world.
Agatha bends over slightly, holding her hand out to you.
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
You blink dumbly up at her form for a moment, all of her features cast in a gray tint and shadows. A crack of lightning splits through the sky behind you, roaring loudly and once again lighting up your apartment for a brief moment. And in that brief moment you’re allowed a quick look at Agatha in color. Her rosy cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, soft pink lips and messy brown hair you could run your fingers through all day. You melt at the sight of her before she’s cast in black and white again, and you take her hand.
Agatha pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she begins to guide you across the kitchen and into your living room. You're grateful for her guidance, considering the darkness, and that you're sleep deprived, along with your head being stuffy from all the crying. She guides you to the couch, and you sink your weight into the soft cushions as she stands above you, hands on your shoulders.
“That’s it.. Sit right there, baby.. Good girl.”
She coos softly, her voice gentle and as sweet as honey. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up with her, a yawn forcing its way out of your throat. Agatha tugs softly at the edge of the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders, and once your yawn has settled it takes you a moment to process what she’s doing. You scrunch up your face in confusion.
“You’ve been on the floor, sweetheart.. That blanket is filthy. Lemme get us a clean one.”
Her voice remains gentle and patient, she pauses, waiting for you to relent. You do after a moment, releasing your tight hold on the fabric so that she can unwind it from your body.
The second the chilly air of the apartment kisses your skin, a shiver trails up your spine and your shoulders shake as a result of it. You pout a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. Agatha grins at you, a teasing edge to her smile. But that typical taunting edge is blunted when she speaks.
“You’re such a freeze baby.”
She coos, dropping the dirty blanket on the floor before she takes the hem of the soft, purple sweater that she's wearing into her fingers and begins to pull it off. She’s shadowed in darkness, but you can make out the tight black tank top she’s wearing underneath her favorite sweater, her mess of brown curls trailing after her head as she pulls the sweater off.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get cold.”
You mutter softly, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion. Agatha quirks a curious eyebrow at you, holding out the bunched up fabric for you to take.
“You’re always stealing this sweater from me, every chance that you get. Now that I’m offering it to you, I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want it?”
Agatha is grinning, shaking it playfully, as if to tempt you. Like tempting a dog with a toy. Still, you eye her suspiciously. She sighs.
“I promise I won’t get cold.”
Reluctantly, you reach out and take the sweater dangling from her hand.
“Good girl.”
She grins at your compliance.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She seals her promise with a kiss against your forehead. She turns, making her way through your dark apartment and towards your shared bedroom. You frown softly, closing your eyes to allow yourself a moment of rest as you grab the sweater abandoned in your lap and blindly pull it over your head. You don’t even care if you put it on wrong, it’s still warm, extremely soft and comfortable, and it smells like Agatha. That’s your four basic needs for survival right now.
You’ve always been obsessed with this sweater. It’s just as much your favorite as it is Agatha’s, but for different reasons. She wasn’t wrong when she mentioned how you constantly steal it from her. You do. No matter how many times you wash it, it still smells like Agatha. The smell that's distinctly and uniquely her, that smell that makes your heart turn to mush and the dorkiest smile break out onto your face immediately upon registering it. You run your fingers of the impossibly soft fabric, forcefully peeling your heavy eyelids open to glance out the window.
It’s still raining.
It’s let up a bit, but not a lot. The thrumming against the windows is softer. Some moonlight is actually clearly making its way through. Shuffling sounds from the hallway, and you shift your eyes over to see Agatha, her wild locks somewhat tamed in a bun piled atop her head. She’s in the same black tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing moments ago, the only notable wardrobe change being that she peeled off her socks as she pads around on bare feet. She has your softest blankets piled in her arms as she approaches you.
She smiles softly as she sets down the stack of blankets on the couch next to you, gesturing her hand in a vague motion.
“Turn around, face the window.. Please, honey.”
She directs you, and you obey thoughtlessly, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting horizontally with the couch, the back cushions brushing against your arm as you glance over your shoulder at her. Agatha moves behind you, pressing her front against your back and trapping you between her legs. She grabs a blanket and lays it across your lap and her legs, tucking you in.
“What are you doing?”
Your voice is soft, still a bit scratchy from your crying earlier in the night. It cuts through the silence of the quiet apartment like a knife, the muffled sound of rain beating against the window doing nothing to fill the silence.
“You couldn’t sleep so you wanted to watch the rain, right?”
Agatha asks, shuffling behind you. She wraps her arms around your front, blanket in her hands as she tucks it around the both of you. Your love pulls you to her chest, and you shift down enough to where you can rest your head on her shoulder. She tilts her head, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“So, we’re going to watch the rain together.”
She speaks softly against your skin, her breath tickling you a bit as she holds you close, guiding you so that you both are resting against the cushions of the couch. You’re facing the window with a perfect view as rain droplets continue to splatter against the glass.
Your heart constricts at her words. You don’t know why, but it causes something to snap in you. An overwhelming wave of emotion drowns you, and you find yourself tilting your head and burying your face into her arm as you begin to cry. You can’t seem to hold yourself together as your cries escalate into sobs, and unlike your breakdown earlier, you feel the tension in your chest release. The knot of anxiety burrowed in your heart begins to untangle, a bit of a weight lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you’re not alone.
Agatha knows you so well. Better than you know yourself, apparently.
She holds you tighter, comfortingly running her hands up and down your skin as she shushes you. You cry into her arm, finally finding what you needed in her embrace and her love.
“It’s alright love, I’ve got you.”
She speaks softly into your hair, pressing another kiss to your head.
Agatha Harkness is more comforting than the rain.
#Agatha Harkness x Reader#Agatha Harkness/Reader#Agatha Harkness x Y/N#Agatha Harkness x You#Kathryn Hahn x Reader#Kathryn Hahn x Y/N#chemvel
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Hi there! Can I request Agatha Harkness x virgin! reader with smut? I thought maybe Agatha and reader first time
Something super soft 🥹🥹
Stay with me - Agatha Harkness
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
Summary: The date ended in Agatha's bed. There's only one thing you didn't tell her. This is the end?
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x f!reader
Warnings: SMUT, top!Agatha, sub!reader,fluffy fluf fluf and again fluf, a lot of kisses, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap, a little dirty talk, praise kink
DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES
Word count: 1.5k
AN: Hi anon! Thanks for the request! I've been feeling sad and anxious lately so it felt really pleasantly to write something sweet like this. I hope you'll enjoy <3
You don’t remember how many dates you’ve gone on together but you already knew exactly how it would end today. Agatha sat opposite you in a stunning white suit with a revealing cutout at the chest. Usually the woman wore something more modest, but her outfit today, more frequent touching and obvious little teasing spoke for itself. The prospect of a night with her filled you with excitement, excitement and... fear. You never told her that you were a virgin, afraid of disappointing the older woman with your childish inexperience. Besides due to the age difference, you always tried to be older than your age for her.
You poured yourself another glass of red wine, which she carefully ordered to suit her taste. Dinner was coming to the end, a hand with a neat red manicure rested on your thigh. "If you're done we can go." Something dropped in your stomach. “Will you stay with me tonight?” Oh my God... Your cheeks flushed with color and you just nodded shyly and silently began to get ready. Agatha noticed that you were unusually quiet, took your chin and raised your head to look at you. “Superstar, is everything okay? If you want to go home, tell me, I’ll take you.” Her blue eyes looked at you with boundless tenderness and your heart shrink. You shook your head “No Aggie everything is fine.”
Agatha's dark purple Nissan parked in the driveway. When the front door closed behind you, Agatha’s arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you closer to her. "Hi". Your heartbeat quickened. "Hi. We were together all evening, did you forget?” She studied your face for a few seconds, her eyes shining, the woman gave you a smile before leaning down and pulling you into a gentle, slow kiss. Sometimes she treated you like you were made of porcelain. Your hands grabbed her shoulders and then slid into her mischievous dark hair. Her chest pressed against yours and the feeling was driving you crazy. Only after a minute or two did Agatha let go of you and bury her face in the crook of your neck. “Shall we go to my room?” A quiet whisper broke the moment of silence.
With slow steps, without breaking the kiss, she led you to her large plush bed. You've already been in her house, woke up with her in her arms, but it never went as far as now. You fell onto the bed and Agatha straddled your hips, kissing you over and over as she began to lightly grind you. When her mouth descended on your neck, your back arched from the feeling of her light bites and kisses, she found your erogenous zone too quickly and accurately. “Oh my God Aggie, so good..” She pulled away and looked at you with the question “Already? I haven’t started doing anything yet baby.” Your cheeks turned red and you buried your face in the pillow, avoiding looking at her.
Agatha began to add 2 and 2, analyzing your behavior throughout this evening. Holy shit..."Baby?" She tried to get your attention back. “Mmmmm?” You muttered something into the pillow. The woman gently took your face in her hands, turning you to look at her. Agatha decided not to delay and ask directly, “Are you a virgin?” While you were thinking about telling the truth or lying, the silence dragged on and she didn’t need your words to understand that the answer was affirmative. “Why didn’t you tell me? What if I hurt you?" Tears began to accumulate in the corners of your eyes, it seemed to you that she was angry at you, you thought that now she would leave.
Agatha took this as a sign that you didn’t want all this and began to get off you. Her heart sank. You stopped her by grabbing her hand. “Stay” little whines and sobs came from you. The woman sat down next to you on the edge of the bed and wiped away the tears from your face with her thumb. “I don’t understand baby, talk to me.” There was clearly concern and excitement in her tone. You took a couple of breaths. “I wanted to be old enough for you. I thought that you would leave if you found out that I’m not as experienced as you.”
Agatha sighed and took your hand. Her face moved closer to yours and small kisses peppered your cheeks. “How could you even think that? If I had been embarrassed by your age, we wouldn’t have even had one date. Please tell me everything from now on." You sat up to look into her eyes. "Aren't you upset?" "I'm only upset because you didn't tell me." You wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks and reached out to her for a hug. "Sorry Aggie."
Your lips found hers again and the older woman returned to your lap. "I'll be careful." She whispered and her deft hands began to undress you. When the upper part of your body was freed from clothes, her lips fell on your nipple, softly biting and licking the bites. Your hand slid into Agatha’s hair, pressing her closer. The feeling of her mouth on your chest made you needy and wet. You began to rub your thighs, which did not go unnoticed by the older woman. “Does my baby girl want more already?” “Mmmm yes Aggie please.” Another kiss, but more bold than before. Her tongue finds the entrance to your mouth and she begins grinding your thighs again, eliciting a series of whines and sighs from you. “Fuck...” You grab her hips to help her move. It’s Agatha’s turn to moan, “Damn baby, you’re so beautiful, I want you so bad.”
Your hands took off your jacket along with her tank top and threw it somewhere on the floor of the room. The sight of her bare breasts made your mouth water. "Can i?" Such a sweet question and your puppy dog eyes drove her insane and she wordlessly pulled your head towards her. You played with her nipples, then moved to her neck, your hands found their way between her legs through the fabric of her pants, but she grabbed your wrist. "No no no, now it's about your pleasure." "But I..". You didn’t agree when she got off you and undressed you completely.
Her eyes darkened at the amount of moisture between your soft thighs. She kissed everywhere: neck, chest, stomach, thighs. You squirmed and whined under her. "Please, please touch me." She gave in and settled between your legs, softly licking and sucking your swollen clit. "OH MY GOD FUCK AGGIE." The scream that came out of your mouth was music to her ears. “So sensitive and responsive. God I won’t stop until you cum all over my face.”
Another series of licks, you are the most delicious thing she has ever tasted, she was already addicted to the feeling of your thighs around her head. “Do you want my fingers inside baby?” She stopped and bit her thigh. “Yes please, I need it so much.” You covered your face with your hands, mumbling inaudibly. Agatha rubbed her cheek against your thigh, teasingly. “Have you ever touched yourself? Did you put your fingers in that pretty pussy?” A hum of agreement came from somewhere above. “Tell me how it was? What were you thinking about when you came?” Shame consumed you all. Your hips rose towards her mouth, urging her to take action. "I won't continue until you answer."
Through shame you began to speak. “I...I thought about you that evening. I just returned home after our date...” Silence filled the room. "Continue." The woman insisted and bit your thigh. “I’ve never done anything like this before. But you were so beautiful. I couldn't resist. I did it and when I came I thought only of you.” You said it in one breath, two of Agatha’s fingers were already rubbing your entrance. The woman was very flattered by all this. “You’re a good girl Y/N. Such a good girl for me.” The tips of her fingers were in you, “Such a pretty little thing.” The praise made you clench tighter around her. “Someone likes to be praised.” Her fingers went even deeper and were completely inside. She waited for your permission before moving. Her fingertips rubbed and hit that nice spot inside you so well. “FUCK FUCK GOD YES.” You screamed as she took your clit into her mouth again. The stimulation felt so good, you raised your hips to meet hers and grabbed her hair with your hands. Your wetness dripped onto her palm, and it didn’t take two minutes for you to cum around her. “That’s it baby, so wet and tight. This is all for me." The woman prolonged your orgasm and then licked you clean. You were lying on your back, she got up and lay down next to you, pressing her lips to yours. "My good girl."
You remembered that Agatha had not cum yet and finally tried to take off her pants. “Show me how to please you.”
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can i request sub!agatha dreaming of reader fucking her with a dildo and waking up to reader doing the exact same thing to her?
you’re my favorite kind of night
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
warnings: 18+, smut, cnc, somnophilia, cockwarming, light d/s
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There's nothing in the world Agatha loves more than you filling her holes up.
She loves to warm your strap on a slow day, where she would just sit on your lap and lazily make out with you. She loves to sit on your cock while you braid her hair and trace random shapes on her back. She loves it when you fuck her until she's sore, or just slow and gentle love-making.
Her constant need to be filled up and close to you has once resulted in you falling asleep with your fingers still buried in her.
But what she loves most is when you lie behind her, your tits and stiff buds pressing against her back. One of her legs would be intertwined with yours, securing it in your hold so she won't close her legs. Your hand would be guiding the dildo into her cunt, the toy bigger than the one attached to your strap. It hits all the right spots, and Agatha would always find herself close to orgasm, her arousal fueled by your warm body close to hers as you kiss her neck, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Good girl,” you'd say, and she instantly melts at the raspiness of your voice. “You're doing so well.”
“More,” she whines, her hips lifting slightly, meeting your thrusts.
A particular deliberate thrust pulled Agatha away from dreamland, the blurred lines between her wet dreams and reality becoming clearer as she realizes you were in the exact position in her dreams. She tilts her head towards you, your lips brushing her cheek. Pressing a soft kiss, you whisper. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm, morning,” she shot back, sleep still evident in her voice.
“You were making pretty noises in your sleep, and you're soaking wet, too. Were you having a naughty dream, baby?”
Agatha sighed as your thrusts became languid, wanting more, wanting release– but she couldn't find it in her to complain.
“Mmhmm.”
“What were you doing in your dream?”
“I'm...being your good girl...bunny...mommy,” she answers, coherent enough while tethering between sleep and full consciousness.
“That's right, and good bunnies like you deserve a reward, don't you?”
Agatha's sleepy moans turned into a yawn. “Ssshhh, go back to sleep, bunny. I promise I'll take care of you and that sweet little cunt.”
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A virgin’s pray (Agatha x Fem!Reader)
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“I am sure there are a lot of virgins who would love to marry you, Miss Wren” you said and gave the woman in front of you a fake smile.
You didn’t listen to her answer as you took the small rock in her hand and closed the door behind you, pinching the bridge of your nose. When will they learn?! You already rejected this woman three times and she wasn’t even one of the worst people who wanted to court you.
“I’m going to need a bigger chest” you rolled your eyes as you threw the stone into your heart’s chest.
You loved living in the coven and the path you chose, but sometimes, you wished it could be an easier one. It’s not that virgins were treated like garbage or like an object or something like that, that was human’s gross nature. In witchcraft, virgins were the most precious thing they could find.
They were the most valuable wives any warlock or witch could ask for, because virgins had the power of innocence and it meant that their blood and souls were powerful and clean of all terrenal bounds.
So, to have a virgin offer you her "gift" meant the purification of your magic and life.
Something that most magic users seeked for. You see, maybe some dreaming soul could imagine that being able to use magic was something amazing, incredible, useful and totally the very best. And it was...most of the time. But there was always a price in magic.
And it was that, the more you used magic, the more it became contaminated. It seems simple, but that was only the first of the problems. Because you needed to use it in order to gain control of it, which meant that, inevitably, magic will always end contaminated with terrenal bounds, which also meant that it became weaker with time.
It was something that most warlocks and witches feared. And that was what made virgins so special, because by receiving this gift, they were allowed to unleash the magic at its purest but with all the control they already learned.
It sounds wonderful, right?
Well, not for you. For you, it was a pain in your ass.
As a virgin by choice, you had to deal with witches and some warlocks trying to court you, wanting you for the power you held. Yeah, maybe your magic was technically weaker than theirs, but yours couldn’t be contaminated. It was a choice that everyone in a coven made when they turned 18. You could choose the power of witches or the purity of virgins. And when the time came for you, some years ago, you chose the second one.
At first, it seemed like the best decision ever! Yes, it was hard to give up a part of your power, but it was worth it in your opinion. You had freedom, you didn’t need to train as much as witches and it meant that you had the right to reject anyone who tried to marry you.
Against what the world might think, consensual marriage was an important thing for every coven, because if a virgin was forced into marriage and she didn't want to give her gift to her spouse, then they’d be cursed and their magic would be corrupted beyond all help. Useless, uncontrollable, dangerous. No warlock or witch would want to take the risk.
That's why most of them would spend a lot of time courting you and the other virgins.
Which led to many, many people to your door.
You couldn’t really blame them, it was totally your fault. You would never take marriage lightly, especially not after seeing how your father treated your mother, or the way your sister, another virgin, had been burned at the stake because of her wife. You had tried to help her, but there was little you could do, and from that moment on, you swore that you would not marry the first one who asked you, like she did, you’d rather wait for someone truly worthy.
Your mother had made fun of that, a few days before she ended up in the hands of mortals. She had told you that true love was just a fairy tale and that you should be realistic. It wasn't that you were a hopeless romantic, you just knew a different kind of magic that she didn't. And you trusted that at some point, your soul would choose someone worthy. You just had to wait.
Too bad the magical beings were so impatient. Especially when it came to power.
Every time a virgin rejected someone, that person had to give her a rock that contained a piece of their magic. It was a kind of trophy for the virgin. You called them "hearts" simply because it was fun to see their expressions when you’d tell them that you would add theirs to your chest of hearts.
Maybe it had been a bad idea, looking at it objectively, since that little joke of yours had helped your reputation grow and your name was known not only in your coven, but in other close ones as well.
You had rejected many, many people, so you still had the gift of purity, which could only be given once, and your collection of "hearts" was getting bigger and bigger. You knew that, although for you they were mere ornaments because your magic could not grow any more, for anyone else they would be a strong temptation, because by marrying you, they could access them.
"At this rate, whoever I choose is waiting for a great buffet of magic" you joked to yourself.
You cursed internally when you noticed the sun beginning to set. Hell, that woman was seriously wasting your time! You were supposed to be ready for the ceremony in less than an hour!
That was another thing you hated, the fact that when a virgin married, the entire coven had to go. As long as the bride was not you, why would you care if someone married or not? But rules were rules, you guessed.
You prepared the water for a quick bath and took the first dress you found. You had no intention of dressing up more than you should just because it was a wedding. You just prayed it would end quickly.
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Agatha sighed as her mother yelled at her to hurry up. She didn't even want to go to a stupid wedding! But it wasn't about what she wanted, it never was. It was about absurd and ridiculous traditions.
But she knew better than to anger her mother when it came to ceremonies. It seemed that they were the only occasions in which she remembered that she had a daughter, that she was the heir to the position of matriarch and she demanded that the brunette behave as such.
Honestly, the whole virgin thing and stuff seemed absurd to her. Why would anyone want to give up some of their magic just to help others have more power? It was useless, degrading, and foolish.
"Agatha, for the last time-"
"I heard you" she interrupted the older witch and took her cloak
"You will not go dressed like that" Evanora crossed her arms
"why not?" Agatha asked "I'm not the bride" she smiled and walked out the door, ignoring her mother's sigh.
It was better for the universe that this ended soon and she could go back to her books.
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You rolled your eyes when Evanora finished giving her speech about power and trust and bonding and whatever other shit she said. Honestly, you had stopped paying attention in the middle of the speech.
All weddings in the coven were always the same. Evanora would give her approval after hearing false oaths from the couple, where they lied when saying that they loved each other and that they would always be faithful to each other. You well knew that your mother and sister had endured various infidelities.
There was no one who had a bond as strong as the one everyone swore.
"Ten crystals that he promises to treat her like a queen" someone said behind you.
You jumped a bit and turned to find an incredibly blue pair of eyes staring straight at you, and a mischievous smile that was just too contagious. You knew this woman. She was Evanora's daughter, Agatha.
It was a surprise to see her here. You were sure that the brunette would have no problem sneaking out of the ceremony, after all, she was well known throughout the coven for being irreverent, rebellious and a free spirit.
"Ten more than she blushes and giggles" you said with a smile.
The brunette smiled back at you and you both turned when the groom started with the list of promises that he would surely break in a year. As Agatha said, he swore to his bride to treat her like a queen and she blushed, looked down and laughed with what she surely thought was a cute laugh, but that to your ears it seemed the most false they have ever listened.
You looked at the woman next to you and you both shared knowing smiles. It was strange being so close to her, because you had never been someone who easily joked around with strangers, but Agatha had something about her, something that made you want to get closer.
The brunette couldn't take her eyes off you. She knew perfectly well who you were, as did everyone here. Your physical beauty had drawn her gaze from the moment she and her mother had arrived at the ceremony and after watching you roll your eyes at her mother's practiced speech, she decided that she had to get closer to you.
She had been sure that you would either ignore her or politely apologize and then walk away from her, but you seemed to enjoy her sarcastic comments and before she knew it, the two of you were exchanging comments and teasing about the entire wedding. Agatha had never met someone like you.
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Evanora glanced at you as the couple in front of her completed the ritual that would unite them in magic and soul. She had noticed the moment when Agatha had disappeared, of course she did, but she had assumed that her daughter had escaped to the lake, perhaps to loot the kitchen while everyone was busy, anywhere far from here.
That was why it had taken her by surprise when she reappeared at your side. And her stomach churned when she noticed the ease with which the brunette struck up a seemingly friendly conversation with you.
As the matriarch of the coven, Evanora had an obligation to know each and every person in her charge. And she knew perfectly well the power you had and how dangerous it could be in the wrong hands.
More specifically, in the hands of Agatha.
Her daughter and her hunger for power were a burden enough, she didn't need her to gain more power than she could control. She trusted you to have good judgment and to walk away from her, but the more she saw you tease and get closer to each other, the more nervous she grew.
She knew you had just met, and she begged all powers that this was just a one time thing. That you were just being nice and that's it. But she wasn't stupid either, and she knew there was a magic beyond her control, one that acted on its own whim and that nothing could be done when it trapped two souls.
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You laughed at Agatha's last comment as you watched the newly married couple disappear, probably to end their "duty" at home.
"That was shorter than I expected" you said
"Do you think they lacked lies to tell?" the brunette smiled at you
You laughed easily and playfully punched her on the arm. In the last hour, she had proven to be better company than expected and you would be lying if you said you didn't find her beautiful. But there was something that terrified you.
You could feel a part of you calling out to her.
Agatha was about to say something else, when she felt her mother's eyes on her back. She didn't even need to turn to know that she was viewing her with disapproval and fury. Nothing new. But for some reason, the idea that her mother might do something in front of you, embarrassed her.
The brunette had never cared what people said about her, but for some reason, she respected you enough.
"I think you'd better go home" she told you "so much love and lies must be tiring"
You laughed and blushed slightly "And I'm sure you miss your books" you said "Well it was an honor to meet you, Miss Harkness"
"The pleasure was mine"
"Have a good night"
You both smiled one last time before bowing respectfully to the other and going separate ways, but with a feeling of closeness.
Evanora sighed in relief when she saw you walk away from her daughter at last. You were a good girl and she would hate for Agatha to corrupt you. Or so she told herself, but deep down, she knew it was fear that she was feeling. Fear that her daughter would find an enormous source of power, one that she definitely didn’t deserve.
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When you went to sleep later that night, there was a voice in your chest, a tender one that invited you to follow her. It scared you, and you told yourself it was your imagination, because you didn't want to accept that maybe, just maybe...
Your soul was choosing.
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My Favourite Blog
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Distraction (Agatha Harkness x Reader)
Request: hiii first of all, my gosh. i love your fics!! they're so so good, thank you for writing them 🥰 my request would be oneshot of agatha x reader smut please 😙 the idea is agatha is working so to distract her for fun, the reader starts moaning and teasing her about the dirty things she wants agatha to do to her. agatha can't take it anymore and rails her w a strap to make her pay for what she did (thank you!!!) (anon)
Contents: NSFW, smut, 18+, bratty r (kinda), masturbation, mommy kink, praising, strap-on, (light) magic play, (light) overstimulation minors DNI
A/N: I really liked writing this one, thank you for the amazing request anon <3
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You watched Agatha as she flipped through another one of her spellbooks at her desk across the room. She’d been sitting there for hours, reading and practicing spells only getting up once for the bathroom and lunch.
One thing about Agatha: she knew how to focus. You don’t become a powerful witch of her stature without a sharp mind, that’s for sure.
It was a trait of hers that you usually admired, but not right now.
No, right now, all you could think about was how badly you wanted her to touch you.
You eyed her hands as she went through the motions of another spell. Her gorgeous, veined hands with fingers that knew exactly how to make you cry out. Oh how they would rub you, coat themselves in your slick and tease your entrance, making you beg for her until she’d finally decide to plunge them in and-
“Your thoughts are quite loud, sweetheart.” Agatha’s voice interrupted your fantasies. Your face flamed and you suddenly became fully aware of the dampness between your legs.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said in a tone that said quite the opposite. You stood up from the couch you had been lounging on and walked over to her desk. You leaned towards her, cleavage on full display. “You’re just so sexy when you’re focused honey.”
Agatha arched a brow. “Is this your method of distracting me, Y/N? Because if so, you’ll have to work a lot harder than that.” With that, she opened up her book again and resumed reading.
“Oh come on,” you whined. “Don’t you want a break?”
“Mm mm,” she hummed in response.
“Fine.” She could play hard to get, but you’d make her pay.
The witch was of course bluffing right now. She was more than ready to bend you over and take you at that moment but where was the fun in that? Besides, she secretly enjoyed it when you got defiant.
“You know, that’s really a shame Aggs,” you said, taking off the shirt you were wearing and throwing it to the floor as you returned to the couch. “I had a few ideas for what we could do during your break.”
You slipped your pants off in a swift motion, leaving you in your bra and panties. Agatha’s eyes were still focused on the book in front of her, much to your annoyance. Off with the bra too, then.
You began massaging your tits, pulling at your nipples and feeling them harden in your hands. You let out a moan of satisfaction at the sensation, pleasure building low in your abdomen. “Mm I’m getting so wet, Aggs.”
Your hand began travelling downwards and you grinned when you noticed Agatha’s clenched jaw.
Slipping your hand under the waistband of your panties, you began lightly teasing your clit. Light jolts of pleasure shot through you, making you gasp.
Though she was trying to act indifferent, you were getting to Agatha. She had been reading the same sentence over and over since you started your antics, unable to focus. At the sound of your moans, she felt a throbbing sensation begin between her own legs.
“You sure you don’t want to join in,” you smirked. “I think your fingers would fit so well in my aching, dripping cunt.”
You watched with a thrill as Agatha’s features became more flushed, turning her cheeks and the tips of her ears pink. But she still refrained from looking at you, resulting in you taking your panties off.
You settled into the couch comfortably and spread your legs wide. While one hand rubbed circles around your clit, you used the other to tease at your entrance. Agatha would probably make you pay for this, and that’s exactly what you were counting on.
“I know you want to,” you hummed. You pushed two digits into your hole, your juices coating your fingers as a moan escaped your lips. “Imagine if this was your strap instead.” The thought of Agatha fucking you in her office made your walls clench around your fingers.
Agatha couldn’t take it anymore. The lewd sound of your fingers pumping in and out of you and the smell of your sex were filling the air, making her head spin. She finally looked up from the book she wasn’t even reading and was greeted with a sight worth drooling over.
Your eyes were trained on hers as your hands continued their ministrations. There was a sheen of sweat on your flushed skin, making it shine. Agatha’s eyes drifted to your fingers, admiring the way they pushed their way in and out of your swollen sex, glistening with your juices.
The sight was enough to make Agatha reach her hand down between her legs to try and still the incessant throbbing there.
“It feels so good mommy,” you gasped as you continued fingering yourself.
That was the final straw. The brunette stood up from her chair and walked around to lean against her desk.
The hungry look in her blue eyes as she watched you only made you want her more. Your breathing was becoming erratic and you were so close. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, ready for the tension coiling inside you to snap at any moment.
“Stop.”
The single word startled you into opening your eyes, your hands stilling their movements. Mind foggy, you furrowed your brows, “What?”
“You heard me baby,” Agatha said, walking over to you, a wicked grin on her face. She placed one hand next to your head on the back of the couch as she hovered over you.
With a whimper you withdrew your hands and placed them at your sides instead. You figured your odds of getting touched were better if you obeyed her right now.
“That’s my girl,” she rewarded you with her other hand coming down to cup your sex. “So needy, aren’t we?”
Agatha traced light circles around your clit, making you gasp. “Just couldn’t wait for mommy to come and touch you hmm?” Her tone was dripping with fake sympathy.
“Yes mommy,” you nodded vigorously. “Need you so bad. I want to be your good girl.”
She withdrew her hand, eliciting a whine from you until you saw she was unbuttoning her shirt. “Good girl, hm? Good girls don’t distract their mommy while she’s working, hon.”
Agatha’s words only fuelled the arousal making its way out from between your legs.
Taking off her pants, she revealed that she was wearing her favourite purple strap underneath. Somehow the witch had known that today would end with it inside of you.
Agatha guided you onto all fours, your hands gripping the back of the couch. All you could focus on was your cunt, throbbing from its robbed orgasm.
Her hand left a trail of goosebumps down your back as it came to a stop at your ass, where it caressed the supple flesh gently. Without warning, her hand drew back and came down in a sharp slap, making you hiss.
She immediately soothed the heated flesh with her hand. “Oh I’m sorry baby, did that hurt?” Agatha cooed. You nodded, looking back at her while biting your lip.
“Well maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me like that again, hm?”
“I’m sorry mommy,” you whimpered.
“That’s alright bunny,” Agatha said, lining the strap up with your sopping cunt. “But you still need to learn your lesson.”
The tip slid through your folds and pushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you gasp with need. “Please,” you moaned. “I need you mommy.”
She slid the strap into your core suddenly, bottoming out inside of you. You couldn’t help the moan that made its way out of you at the feeling of being filled up to the brim, Agatha’s hips flush against your ass.
Agatha quickly picked up a rhythm of drawing her hips back and slamming them back into you, ensuring her strap was buried deep inside before pulling out again. Your hands gripped the back of the sofa, knuckles white as the strap hit the sweet spot inside you over and over.
The hand that wasn’t gripping your ass came up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so she could lean close to your ear.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby,” she cooed. “You wanted mommy to bend you over and just fuck you like the slut you are hm?” She punctuated this with a particularly hard thrust, making the knot in your stomach tighten.
When you didn’t respond right away, mind too foggy with pleasure, Agatha tugged at your hair sharply. “I think I asked you something,” she snapped, stilling her hips.
“Yes,” you choked out, desperate for her to keep fucking you. “This is what I wanted!”
“Mm,” she hummed. The grip on your hair loosened and Agatha pulled out of you momentarily, making you whine. The walls of your aching cunt clenched around nothing.
“Turn over for me, princess,” Agatha said, helping you onto your back. “Mommy wants to see that pretty face.”
You laid down on the couch, head against the arm rest. Agatha kneeled between your legs and guided the strap back into you. Your walls clenched around it as Agatha began pounding into you again.
Your breathing became more erratic, making your chest rise and fall rapidly. You bit your lip to try and stop your loud moans.
“Uh uh honey,” Agatha gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth to fall open. “Let’s hear those gorgeous sounds.”
“Fuck mommy,” you cried out. “It feels so good!”
“Oh I know it does sweetheart,” she cooed. Sensing you were close, her other hand travelled down to your sex, where she pressed the pad of her thumb against your clit. “You just love having mommy’s big cock inside you, don’t you bunny?”
“Oh fuck, y-yes!” Your hips were bucking upwards, your back arching as you tried to push yourself closer to Agatha. You could feel heat spreading under your skin as you neared the edge.
“Come for me baby,” Agatha savoured the sight of your orgasm ripping through you, pleasure overtaking your body. She leaned down to capture your lips with hers in a hot kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth.
You pulled away after a moment, breathless. Agatha was still slowly thrusting into you and you could feel the fire in your abdomen starting all over again. Your cunt was still sensitive though and you found yourself whimpering every time Agatha hit the spot inside you.
“Don’t tell me you can’t get out another one, princess,” Agatha pouted, her hand reaching out to move the strands of hair stuck to your damp forehead. Her own face was flushed, as she watched you intently with her blue eyes. “What, with you begging so hard for it earlier.”
You didn’t respond, instead opting to bring her head back down to you for another kiss. Your fingers wrapped themselves in her hair as you nipped at her lip, making Agatha moan into your mouth.
The embrace seemed to spur her on as she picked up her pace, determined to make you come undone again. “You’re doing so well, my pretty girl,” she panted against your lips.
Suddenly you felt the familiar tingling of Agatha’s magic caressing your nipples and clit. The feeling was simply delicious and it upped in intensity until you were writhing under Agatha.
“You’re so pretty like this baby,” Agatha whispered in your ear, her hand holding up your head close to her. “So desperate for mommy.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. “Mommy I-I’m going to come,” you cried out. Your legs were wrapped around her waist now, pulling her as close as you could to you.
“Come for me baby,” Agatha gasped in your ear. “Come for mommy.”
Her magic intensified even more somehow, sending you over the edge. Agatha bit down on the shell of your ear as you wrapped your arms around her neck.
Your muscles tensed right before you dissolved into pleasure, a guttural groan making its way out from your lips. Agatha held you close as the aftershocks wracking your body stilled, and you slumped in her arms.
Agatha slowly untangled herself from you and stood up. You watched her through hooded eyes as the strap around her hips disappeared and she summoned a towel into her hands.
She returned to you on the couch and leaned over you with a smile on her face, wiping your forehead with the towel.
“My good girl,” she whispered softly, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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Working on a Campaign with Jennifer Barkley Would Include
Masterlist
Warnings: alcohol, sexual content implied
Summary: Jennifer Barkley falls for you while working on a campaign together
Our characters we write for have been expanded as some of my interests shift. Gotta stay up to date with my hyperfixations. There will still be many Supergirl, Katie, and Melissa characters content, but there will also be some Marvel, Kathryn Hahn, and other Marvel actresses” characters content so that I can have an outlet to write for them as well. I hope you all are ok with this expansion and enjoy this content :) - Admin Cam
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Working on a Campaign with Jennifer Barkley Would Include
Meeting Jennifer while working on the same political campaign
She’s the campaign manager and you’re the communications coordinator so you and Jennifer work closely together pretty much nonstop
The two of you spending time on the road on the campaign trail together
Constantly sitting by each other on the campaign bus so you can discuss the campaign
Talking over strategies for interviews and your candidate’s debates for hours
At first Jennifer wasn’t too warm and welcoming to you
She is here to win for her candidate so she takes her job incredibly seriously
And so do you
That’s one of the first things Jennifer notices about you, you are extremely passionate about your job
You work just as hard as Jennifer does
You love Jennifer’s confidence
To some she can come off as cocky but you admire her confidence and the way she can effortlessly take control over any room
Staying up late together talking about the campaign
Making each other cups of coffee to stay awake working into the early morning hours
When picking up your morning paper, you find yourself bringing Jennifer one too
Jennifer is surprised by your little acts of kindness and finds herself warming up to you more than the other people on the campaign
She’s a blunt woman and comes off harsh at times, but around you she softens a bit
She tries to tell herself that it’s only because she wants to keep a good work relationship with you, however, she knows that she’s falling for you
And she hates that you are the person to finally make the Great Jennifer Barkley fall
So she throws herself even more into the campaign (which you didn’t even think was possible)
This causes you to try and help her out more because you are an amazing person that Jennifer feels she doesn’t deserve
You always make sure to bring an extra granola bar to give Jennifer because you’ve noticed that she tends to forget to eat when she’s busy
Each time you do something nice like this, you chip away at Jennifer’s tough exterior a little at a time
The other people on the campaign definitely see the chemistry between you and Jennifer
Some even whispering about when you and her will finally get together
A couple of bets are made
After a successful debate for your candidate, everyone else is out celebrating, but you’re back on the campaign bus watching new coverage and taking notes
Jennifer comes notices that you’re not with the others celebrating and goes to find you
You don’t notice enter the bus, too wrapped up in the news until she says something, startling you from your work
“You know you can take a break right?” she says smiling at you from her place, leaning against the doorway
“That’s interesting coming from the biggest workaholic on this campaign” you quip back causing the woman to laugh
Jennifer holds her hands up in surrender, “You got me there. Mind if I join you then?”
You move over from your spot on the couch to give her room to sit by you
The two of you discuss the debate and eventually she convinces you to get a drink with her because the two of you deserve a night off
So you go to a bar
While you’re there Jennifer glares at anyone who tries to hit on you
Which you don’t even really notice, too caught up in being around your work crush
By the time the two of you leave the bar and head back to the hotel, you and Jennifer are a little past tipsy
Her putting an arm around your waist to keep you steady
You laying your head on her shoulder
You and Jennifer go back to her suite to continue your night
The two of you end up making out on her couch
“Just one night of you and me” you say breathlessly
Jennifer nods, cheeks flushed “and then we go back to normal for the campaign”
That night remains a secret between the two of you
The next day you and Jennifer go back to normal
Staying and friendly and working together as great as usual
Lingering glances are shared between you and Jennifer
But nothing more than that
Just business as usual
Until the campaign is finally over
Election night is a tense affair
You and your campaign are pretty confident, but you can never be entirely sure until the results come in
You pace back and forth in the back of the room while Jennifer is making several phone calls trying to get any information that she can
The news playing nonstop on the television as the results slowly come in
Around midnight an announcement is finally made on the news
You and Jennifer walk closer to the crowd surrounding the television, standing by each other with your hands brushing due to how close the two of you are standing
Waiting with bated breath until the announcement is made
Cheers are heard all across the room
You turn to Jennifer and excitedly exclaim, “We did it!”
“Of course we did” she says with her confident smirk
You roll your eyes playfully, “Just kiss me, Barkley”
“Gladly” she says before pulling you in for a passionate kiss
Everyone around you notices and cheers even louder because not only has their campaign one but you and Jennifer Barkley have finally gotten together after all this time
“Now I believe you owe me a date,” you say to Jennifer once the two of you break away from the kiss
“Let’s get out of here,” she says taking your hand and pulling you towards the exit
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Chapter two of my Beauty and the Beast AU! You can check the first one here.
Word Count: 1,005
Triggers Warnings: None except from annoying man being annoying.
A/N: I would suggest that you listen to this song while reading.
Tag List: @jj-arms
Everything was always the same in the village where you lived.
Every day you put on your dress and then your apron, tied your hair with a ribbon and left your house, feeling the morning breeze caress your skin gently, filling your lungs with the refreshing scent of the morning as the first rays of sunlight painted the sky.
And then, when walking through the center of the village, everyone would say "good morning" and continue with their routine chores, giving you some strange looks from time to time.
Not that it surprised you. No, not anymore. Life in the countryside was calm, which gave plenty of room for gossip. And what could give people more of an issue than the weird daughter of the crazy inventor next door? You shook your head at the thought.
The little bell rang as soon as you opened the door to your favorite place, Mr. Robert's bookshop, alerting him to your presence.
"Oh, Y/N! Good morning!" The friendly man smiled over a book he was reading.
"Good morning! I came to return the book I just finished reading," you said, placing it on one of the shelves, looking around for something new, "have any more books arrived?"
He chuckled, "not since yesterday, I fear."
"That's okay, I'll take..." your eyes found the title you liked so much, "this one."
Seeing the one you held, Robert raised his eyebrows slightly, "but you've read this one twice."
"It's my favorite," you sighed, caressing the cover, "adventures in distant lands, sword fights, magic..."
"If you like it so much, it's yours."
It stopped you on your tracks, now surprised, "really?"
"Really. Anyway, you're one of my only customers, so..." he shrugged.
"Thank you so much, your bookstore makes this place look a lot bigger," you smiled gratefully, before leaving and going on your way through the village, this time with your book in hand, avoiding other people's looks and whispers.
Your peace, however, did not last long. It never lasted when John Walker was near, and at that moment he was very near.
"Y/N! How nice to see you, I really wanted to talk to you!"
'But I didn't want to,' you thought, before smiling and closing your book, waiting for him to keep going.
"You know, Y/N... I think you should stop paying so much attention to these..." he grimaced, "books. It's not right for a girl to read. You could instead focus on something more important, how to get a husband, for example," he smiled arrogantly, making some girls sigh behind you.
You shook your head, "what are you suggesting, John?"
"Come on, Y/N, haven't you ever imagined yourself as Y/N Walker?"
This almost made you flinch, taking a step back, "I'm sorry, John, but I don't feel like this towards you."
This could be the dream of every other girl around the village. John had fought in the war, he was a good soldier and hunter. But so damn full of himself, he was insuferable. So no, he was not a dream of yours. The other girls could have him.
You started walking away, trying not to meet his eye, when he once again got in front of you, "you understand what staying single means, right? Simple people like us can't afford that luxury, Y/N."
This time you stopped right away, scoffing, "I'm not simple and I'm not marrying you, ever," you said before running past him, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
As soon as the door closed, you released the breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, smiling again at the sound of metal clinking in your father's, Tony Stark's, workshop.
"Are you back already, dear? I thought you were going to enjoy the daylight a little more," he commented without taking his eyes off the project on his desk.
"I was going to, but you know... it's not very easy to deal with the people here," you shrugged, watching your father's work.
"It's a small town with small minds, Y/N... but here is a safe place for us, you know that," he finally released the tool to look into your eyes and stroke your hair.
You nodded, sighing, "I know, papa, I know," his eyes focused on the machinery in front of him again, "is it ready yet?"
"Almost, just a few more adjustments and I'm going to start preparing Jarvis for the trip. Could you give him some carrots in the meantime?"
"Sure, papa," you nodded.
When you arrived at the small stable, Jarvis was already awake and very willing to get some carrots, in addition to his horse feed, which you carried in a bucket.
While he was enjoying his meal, you stroked his mane and thought about what John had told you. Y/N Walker? Seriously?
The thought alone repulsed you. You didn't want to be trapped in this country life forever, you wanted adventures, trips, emotions... but most of all, you wanted someone who trully understood you.
For a few minutes, you let yourself imagine more about all the things you still wanted to see and live. But none of them included any man, other than your father, of course. And speaking of him...
"Good job, Y/N," your father praised you, walking up to you with his curious apparatus in hand, placing it on the wagon that would soon be taken by Jarvis.
"Everything ready, papa?"
"Yes," he nodded while getting on the wagon, before frowning, "well, almost everything. You still haven't told me what you want from the market, Y/N."
"Bring me a rose," you asked. They did not bloom near the village and you have fallen in love with them ever since the first time your father brought you one.
"You ask me for one every year," he shook his head, smiling tenderly.
"And every year you bring one to me," you returned the smile, before walking away from Jarvis, "have a good trip, papa."
"I'll be back before you know it, I promise."
You really hoped so.
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don’t you just hate it when your witch girlfriend gets mind controlled to be a nosy neighbor after your girlfriend tries to steal the scarlet witch’s power
#yea well y/n hates it too#this is a reference to the fanfics that have had y/n witness the agatha/agnes transformation#it was sad#those fanfics were sad#but very well written#agatha harkness#wandavision#agatha all along#agnes#kathryn hahn#marvel#agnes wandavision#agatha harkness x reader
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Coping with the fact
that this random drunk stranger at the train station in Berlin literally caressed my knee/upper thigh and kinda refused to let go of my hand after kissing it, while making inappropriate sexual comments after telling him i am into women,
With listening to @caroldantops evil stepmother Agatha playlist and imagining how she would just KNOW what happened when I get back to her and she’d be furious and torture this man thing.
I need Aggie rn. Maybe I am just over sensitive but… idk. It’s my fault though. I should have stopped being nice … idk.
#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#kathryn hahn#wandavision#wanda maximoff#lgbtq#agatha x wanda#marvel#wagatha#agatha x reader#agatha harkness x y/n
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sweet like candy in my veins
pairing: claire debella x reader
warnings: 18+, smut, office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex, implied sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, exhibitionism (kinda?), voyeurism
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Normally, Claire admires how Jennifer Barkley commands a room full of men, makes her way through something, and walks among others with her head up. They're too similar in that sense, and if this was any other day she'd say she likes it, albeit secretly—because the campaign manager would never let her live it down if she knew.
But as the phone rang and Claire's secretary informed her that Jen is currently marching her way to her office with sheer panic in her voice, she thinks that hiring her in her senate run was the biggest mistake she'd ever made.
Only because she didn't want to be interrupted, not when her slacks are pooled around her ankles and your tongue is lazily licking her cunt, bringing her pleasure.
Glancing down at your head between her thighs, her breath hitched as you suckled on her clit. “Baby, I need you to be quiet for me.”
“Wha–”
The answer revealed itself before you could even complete your sentence as the door burst open, revealing Jen. You froze as you heard the chair scraping against the floor.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Barkley?”
Claire asks, feigning indifference. Her hand leaves your hair, clasping them above the desk.
You don't know how long this impromptu meeting will last, so instead of just kneeling there and listening to what could be important matters, you opted to keep yourself busy in other ways.
Your fingertips skim her legs, circling random shapes on her knees. You part her thighs a little wider, pressing soft kisses on the smooth skin. Claire briefly looked down, meeting your eyes. She raises her brow in warning.
Electing to ignore the governor, you inched closer to her core, giving kitten licks on her folds. She slightly jumped on her seat as your tongue made contact, the wetness of your tongue cold against her pussy.
Claire composes herself as she half listens to Jennifer, her right hand deftly burying itself in your hair, tugging lightly.
“Where's your pretty assistant, anyway? I was really looking forward to seeing them. Maybe ask them out to lunch,” Jen smirks, and Claire's grip on your hair wound tight as she begins to feel annoyed, wanting to slap the stupid grin off her face.
You're literally between her legs with your face buried in her pussy, but she can't help but feel threatened by Jen. She could be very persistent, after all.
“She's on leave. Why are you here anyway? Our meeting is scheduled for next week.”
“Don't worry, I won't charge you for this. Like I said, I wanted to see Y/N. Oh, stop looking at me like that. What, would you like it if I said it's you I want to visit?”
“Don't flatter yourself, Barkley. Now if you don't have anything serious to discuss, the door is open.”
Jen raises her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Send them my regards.”
The two of you breathed in relief as she stood up, but as Jennifer opened the door, she paused. “By the way, that's a really nice Louboutins you got there, Y/N.”
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tags: @midnight-lestrange @our-blood-is-our-ink @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @academiagaymess @starrknessblog
#gls kinktober 2022#claire debella x reader#claire debella imagine#claire debella x you#claire debella x y/n#agatha harkness x reader#eve fletcher x reader#kathryn hahn x reader
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I read literally every kathryn hahn character story and im OBSESSED
I really want to see if you can do a scene where Olivia Octaivus and a x reader, where y/n is her assistant and they go to a dinner date to discuss plans about the collider, and then y/n takes a little to many drinks and starts rambling about how she has a huge crush on Olivia..
OR y/n is also a super hero and then gets caught in a fight with doc ock, which dock ock finally catches them and then y/n accidentally blurts out "gosh shes so pretty" which was supposed to be in her thoughts and then liv is just in shock.
I'd be very happy if you did so!! (love your work soo much btw also you probably have a ton of requests so im fine if you don't reach this)
I'm really happy that you liked them dear 💕 unfortunately, Kathryn Hahn's characters are closed at the moment, I'm sorry
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Favourite Kathryn Hahn's Characters Blogs
Smut~ Fluff~ Angst~ Dark~ Nothing~
Agatha Harkness
The One With The Sick Day
Stupid Beautiful Witch
That’s What She Said
Birthday Mishaps
Tenderness Crisis
Messing Around
Dinner For Two
Agatha vs Cold
Cuddling Day
Painting Day
December 6
Hard Day?
Password
Cheesy
Brain
Imagine Agatha Helping You With Your Cutting
The One With Your Brother
Harkness or Y/L/N
Two Wives
Afterglow
Share My Infinite, pt.2, pt.3
Cold Hands
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Infect Me With Your Lovin', Fill Me With Your Poison
Dying In Your Lips Is How I Wanna Go
The One With The Late Night Session
Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs
Make Me Behave Like An Animal
The Very Nosy Neighbour
High School Mean Girl
The One On Her Ship
December 13
The Universe Between Your Hands
Slippery Little Spider, pt.2
Prove Me Wrong, Darling
Claire Debella
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Sweet Like Candy In My Veins
Fated
Carla Dunkler
Misunderstood Proposal
Imagine Knowing About Carla's Crush On You
Adorable Motivation
Eve Fletcher
Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs
What You Need, pt.2
I Think I Saw You
Jennifer Barkley
Joy
Coward
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Olivia Octavius
Worth Every Damn Courage w/ Agatha Harkness
Extra Complications, pt. 2, pt. 3
#smut#fluff#angst#agatha harkness#claire debella#carla dunkler#eve fletcher#jennifer barkley#olivia octavius#female reader
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Property of Kathryn Hahn (Kathryn Hahn x reader)
For: @nyx-aira
Request: Hey I saw you write for Kathryn Hahn and I was wondering if you'd write a Kathryn x fem reader where the reader works on set for one of her movies and they get along pretty well but when you go to a bar and some guys flirt with you she gets all jealous and possessive over you and kisses you .
A/n: This was written on mobile so sorry for mistakes!
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“Cut!” The director yelled signaling the end of the take. “Alright guys I think we got what we needed see you all back on Monday.” He concluded. You sighed glad to finally be at the weekend. You loved acting, it was your dream job, but it could get quite exhausting.
“Hey (y/n)!” You turned around at the sound of your name to see your co-star, the one and only Kathryn Hahn walking toward you. You smiled in anticipation of the woman’s bright personality.
“Hey Hahn!” You giggled as she came over wiggling her eyebrows at you in response to the nickname. She hugged you and you couldn’t help but bask in her sweet cinnamon sugar scent, careful not to linger too long. Oh how you hated co-star crushes but with a co-star that looked like this you couldn’t help it.
“You doing anything over the weekend?” The older woman asked as she pulled back. You felt empty at the loss of contact but recovered quickly.
“Oh no, not really just catching up on sleep I guess.” You responded trying to play it cool.
“Well if your not too busy napping, me and few other cast and crew are going out Saturday if you wanna come?” She asked a hopeful glint in her eye. Was this a date? Obviously not! You scolded yourself. She was just being friendly.
“Oh yeah I’d love to come.”
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When you arrived at the very “hometown” looking bar the smell of cigarettes and partying middle aged people hit you. You walked in, attempting to swallow Down your nervous energy. Your heart raced as you entered the bar, eyes scanning the crowded room for Kathryn.
Your breathing picked up with anxiety when you couldn’t find a single person you know in the mess of people. You decide though, in your frantic mind set, that standing in the doorway isn’t a safe option either. You move quickly to the bar, sticking to the outside, avoiding the drunk strangers at all costs.
“Hey, you’re not from around here are you?” A tall ‘chad’ looking man asks you as he takes the spot next to you at the bar.
“Oh, uh— no, I’m here for work.” You strangle out slightly confused at the sudden intruder to you anxious bubble. The look on the bartenders face tells you that this guy is a regular, and not the good kind. You sigh knowing the physical strength it will take for you to trudge through this sloppy one sided flirtation.
“Work, huh? What’s a girl like you working for? You need a man to take care of you sweetheart.” With that he leans forward. His face way too close for comfort. You could smell the cheap alcohol that he had, judging by his slurred speech, been guzzling all night.
“Actually, for your information, I love my j-.” You were cut off by a hand suddenly appearing on the mans shoulder. A very sexy ha— it was Kathryn. The man whipped around, incredulous to be interrupted while stalking his prey.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Her girlfriend, and you?” You could hear the fire in her voice. A sense of possessiveness crossed her usually sweet face, she looked as if she could kill. Your eyes widened at the proclamation as well as the stunning figure in front of you. The man turned to you in disbelief refusing to accept that he didn’t get what he wanted. You just nodded your head, unable to speak, as the heat rose in you cheeks. The man stalked away, grumbling something about “famous people” and “taking all the good ones”. Your shoulders dropped in relief as the man disappeared. You tensed up again though when Kathryn moved impossibly close to you.
She grabbed your hips pulling you roughly against her. Your heart thumped in your ears, the feeling of her against you making your entire body buzz. “Mine.” She almost growled as she smashed her lips against your own. Your lips moved together harshly. Your heart was skipping beats. When she pulled away you both were gasping for air.
“I’m sorry (y/n) I just got carried away when I saw that guy and-.” You put your hand on her arm to stop her.
“Don’t be that was very ....... hot.”
#kathryn hahn#kathryn hahn x reader#agatha harkness x reader#agatha wandavision#Agnes#Agatha harkness
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Shoulder to Cry On (Agatha Harkness x Reader)
Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a reader x Agatha Harkness where the reader had a rough break up in Westview, and Agatha invites her over, and she makes her feel better? Rest is up to you, it's okay if you can't! Don't forget to drink some water, and have a good day! <3 (anon)
Contents: breakup, sad reader, comforting agatha, AU/non-canon
A/N: you’re so sweet anon 🥰 i def didn’t drink enough water today but i hope you did 😙 i really liked writing this and i’m almost tempted to do a part two…but we’ll see 🖤
Tag List: @nyx-aira @poetsdeadxo @crystalline-possession @sarahp-stan @clxwnnyy @lilibeth-tate @highgaytohell @nadjaharkness @amethyst-bitch @paulawand @shinkomiii @imstacysmomtm @agnessharknes @academiagaymess @midnight-lestrange
Your House
“Get out!” You yelled at your now-ex. You’d finally confronted them about your suspicions that they were cheating, and lo and behold, you were right.
“Baby, please,” they begged as you shoved them out the door. “Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. Have fun with Lisa, or whatever her name is.” You spat, slamming the door on their face.
You slid down to the floor, feeling your anger turning into sadness. Tears quickly began streaming down your face until you were sobbing on the floor.
You’d spent three years with them. Three years of your life that you’d never get back.
How could you be so stupid? The red flags were there but you kept ignoring them, choosing instead to stay because they were familiar and you were comfortable.
Ugh. People don’t talk about the downsides of relationships nearly enough.
You stood up from your spot on the floor, suddenly remembering the pint of ice cream sitting in your freezer. That would cheer you up.
After a few hours of romcoms and ice cream, you weren’t feeling much better than before. Maybe fresh air would clear your mind a bit.
You threw on a sweater and slipped on your shoes, grabbed your keys and headed out the door.
Outside
You were making your way down your steps when you stopped in your tracks.
Son of a bitch. Their car was parked next to the curb, and they were sitting in it. The nerve of them.
“What the fuck?” You said, knocking on their window. “What’re you doing?”
They got out of the car and walked around to you. “I thought I’d give you some time to cool off so that we could talk.”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You’re being irrational,” they said, grabbing your arm. “Are you really going to throw what we had out the window?”
“First of all,” you felt angry tears welling up in your eyes. “You threw what we had out the window, jerk. Secondly, let me go.”
You tried to pull your arm away but they held on. “Babe-”
“I’m not your babe!” You exclaimed, frustrated. “Let me go.”
“Come on-”
“I think she said let her go.” A familiar voice interrupted them. You turned to see Agatha walking up from behind you.
Your ex didn’t move their hand. “Mind your business, lady.”
“No, I don’t think so.” With a flick of her hand, your ex was pushed backwards by an invisible force, their hand leaving your arm.
“Now I suggest you leave, because you don’t want to see me when I’m really angry.” Agatha’s blue eyes turned purple briefly.
Your ex stumbled backwards. “Fine, fuck,” they muttered. They tried to make eye contact with you but you turned away.
When they finally got in their car and drove away, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “Thank you,” you said to Agatha.
She wrapped an arm around your waist while the other clasped your arm, holding you close.
“Anytime dear.” Her eyes crinkled as she gave you a warm smile. “Now come, you need to rest that pretty head of yours.”
Before you could protest, the witch steered you towards her house, clearly not taking no for answer.
Agatha’s House
Inside, Agatha walked you over to her couch. “Would you like a cup of tea, hon?”
“Sure, thank you.” You smiled. You secretly always loved when she’d call you pet names.
Agatha conjured two teacups, one for the each of you, onto the table. “Two creams and a sugar, just how you like it.” She winked, handing you yours.
You accepted it gratefully and took a sip.
You’d been to the witch’s house a few times before. With her living across the street you’d become friends of sorts. She was really your only friend in the neighbourhood. You’d moved to Westview not long ago and you’d been dating your ex for most of your time here, so you hadn’t bothered to get to know many people.
The thought brought a frown to your face. So much time, down the drain.
“Oh sweetie,” Agatha give you a sympathetic look. She placed her cup on the table and moved closer to you on the couch. “I know you’re probably feeling a lot right now. It’s okay.”
Her arm pulled you close to her and you let yourself rest your head on her shoulder. Suddenly, your eyes were welling with tears again.
“Let it out dear, don’t fight it.” Agatha hummed, her fingers combing through your hair as you cried against her shoulder.
When it felt like you couldn’t get any more tears out, you sat up, shaking your head. “God, I’m sorry Agatha. I’m just a mess right now.”
“It’s okay doll,” she said, wiping your tears with her thumbs. Her blue eyes met yours. “To be frank, I think you deserve a hell of a lot more than them. You’re beautiful, smart, funny…I bet you could have anyone you wanted.” She said earnestly.
It was probably because your emotions were out of whack right now but Agatha’s words made a warmth bloom in your chest. “Thank you, Agatha. For being so kind.”
“Don’t worry about it hon,” Agatha said, placing a kiss on your temple. You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the gesture.
“Now,” she smiled. “Why don’t we put on a movie, hm? That’ll take your mind off things.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me, darling. Besides, I doubt you have much more going on than ice cream and TV.” She winked.
“Fair enough,” you said.
“Great!” Agatha clapped her hands together. “You pick the movie and I’ll be back with popcorn.”
She returned not long after, a large blanket and a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She glanced at the TV and back to you. “Princess and the Frog?” She arched a brow.
“It’s my comfort movie,” you shrugged.
Agatha let out a dramatic sigh, muttering something about “princess movies”, before joining you on the couch. She covered both of you with the blanket and as the movie began playing, you happily snuggled in closer to her.
You enjoyed the familiarity of the movie and having Agatha watching it with you was really nice. But you’d be lying if you said her hand on your thigh wasn’t a distraction. Especially when she started tracing circles with her fingers.
When the witch doctor transformed the prince into a frog onscreen, Agatha chuckled. “Hey that’s a good idea, isn’t it,” she whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Next time someone bothers you, I could just turn them into a frog.”
You turned to look at her and began giggling. The idea of her turning people into frogs was quite funny. Agatha’s smiled at you, and you watched as her eyes drifted down to your lips.
“Nice to hear you laugh again hon.” She whispered. You felt your breath hitch in your throat when her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Suddenly, a loud sound from the movie startled the two of you. You felt like your face was on fire as you resumed watching the movie. Were we going to kiss?
Your stomach flipped at the thought. No- this wasn’t like that. You were just emotional, that’s all.
Get it together Y/N. You just got out of a relationship a couple of hours ago for God’s sake. You couldn’t be thinking about your (admittedly gorgeous) neighbour like that.
The movie soon came to an end and you took that as your cue. “I should get going, Agatha,” you said, standing up and walking with her to the door. “Thank you again for this. You’re the best, honestly.”
“You don’t have to thank me dear,” she gave you a warm smile. “I just hope I could make you feel a little better. I’m always here for you.”
Agatha pulled you in for a hug and gave you a kiss on the cheek before you headed out the door. “Goodnight!” She called as you crossed the street.
“Night!” You called back, waving at Agatha.
It wasn’t until you were back in your home that you remembered Agatha could read minds.
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Olivia x reader fic idea
Edit/Update (Jan 26): I did it...
I know I already have two x readers going (Passing Notes & Falling Star), but I thought of the perfect plot for an Olivia Octavius x Reader that I was messing around with. I wanted to do something with Liv and an artist reader (I love left brain right brain romance) and got the idea for a Liv x exhibition designer fic!
- Liv is her scientist self and is working with the Smithsonian on an assignment (what that is I don’t know rn) when she runs into a rather cute girl who happens to be the exhibition designer head
So maybe be on the lookout for a one shot/chapter 1 in the (possibly near) future? 👀
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