#agatha harkness angst
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Hi! I want to request Sugar mommy! Agatha x R
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PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader
WORD COUNT: 2,970
WARNINGS: sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, hook ups, punishment, praise, degrading, guided masturbation, mommy (A), pure smut, edging, orgasm denials, body writing, open relationship (kinda), jealousy, fingering, spit kink, clothed sex, voyeriusm, exhibition, small age kink, think that’s all :)
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The sun blared through the large windows of your apartment as the expresso machine brewed your morning energy. There were a few dishes left in the sink that you forgot to attend to earlier on, along with clothes scattered all over the place. Not all of them were yours, they belonged to the woman that had decided to stay the night, much to your dismay.
You met her at a bar the night before and hit it off. You could still feel her wandering hands that left you on edge. It wasn’t exactly her fault, she did have good skills when it came to pleasure, but she wasn’t her. She wasn’t Agatha.
You wanted more than what you had with the older peer, but the two of you often made the excuse that you were too busy for a relationship. You were a full-time college student with a high GPA that you intended to keep, while Agatha was head CEO of a market-developing company. You didn’t really understand what she did, only that the money piling into her wallet, as a result, became yours quickly after.
“Good morning.” The woman, who you lacked the knowledge of her name, spoke. You whipped your head around, giving her a small, tight-lipped smile that she returned.
“How’d you sleep?” She stood behind you now, placing her arms on either side of your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. You tensed up when feeling her lips on your neck and her hands rubbing circular directions on your skin.
“Mm, pretty well. What about you?” It was clear she saw this as much more than a hook-up, and you weren’t ready to let down another person. You stepped away, trying to subtly address your thoughts.
“I slept fine, yeah.” She hummed in response and watched as you traveled over to the door where the clothes were ripped to shreds in the night of lust. You could nearly feel her gawking at your ass as you bent over, gathering the pieces in your hand and returning to your spot in front of her.
“Well, I have to head out soon so here, I believe these are yours.” It felt like hours before she left, writing down her number on a pad of paper and kissing you graciously at the door. She turned around after giving you a wink, bumping into an individual and sending a quick rush of apologies that were left unheard.
You gulped fearfully when they appeared at your doorstep, a small bag in hand as they glared down at you. She watched the woman leave while shooting you a glance, hoping to catch your eye.
“What are you doing here, Agatha?” You demanded. You tried to seem annoyed, yet you still left your door wide open for her to follow you. She chuckled at the use of her real name while removing the suit jacket she kept on.
“Hm, I thought we were past full-name basis by now, are we not?” You rolled your eyes, not the best choice. You knew she had nothing but vexation for brats, but that was the fun in it.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby.” You were finally able to get a better glimpse at the item held in her right hand, it was a shopping bag, one of luxury. She wasn’t one to be seen in low-quality stores that you often found yourself a regular at.
“What’s in there?” She placed it on the counter which you stood next to, her body leaning against the fridge that she helped afford.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You let out an irritated sigh with no intent to show your hidden excitement. You loved when she bought you something new, it made you feel seen. She could spend her money on anyone or anything yet she decided to get you new gifts daily, that was how she showed her love.
“Well? Do you like it?” She surmised when catching the small gasp that escaped you. You had pulled out a purple lingerie set, her favorite color on you. It was a one-piece that left very little to the imagination.
“I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Your act seemed to have started its process of fading away as you surged yourself forward into her grasp. She kissed the top of your forehead that was situated on her chest as her fingers sifted through your hair softly.
“You’re very welcome, my dear. How about you try it on for Mommy, yeah? Give me a little show?” You nodded and waltzed into your room where you discarded the little amount of clothing left that clung to your body. You wanted it to be a surprise, which is why you forced the older lady to remain on the other side of the closed door.
“You almost done in there?” She was impatient and she didn’t care, she knew it spurred you on every time.
“Come in.” She quickly opened the entryway and the sight that greeted her was one to make anyone foam at the mouth. The lace fit you perfectly, showing every curve and mend to your body.
“Oh, sweetness…” She was at a loss for words when admiring your effortless beauty. There was no such thing as perfect, yet here you stood, your body on display as if you were a walking goddess. You stalked closer to her, placing your hands on her chest as you gazed up at her, innocence painting your eyes.
“You like it, Mommy?” She groaned deeply and lifted you by the backs of your thighs, letting your legs wrap around her waist and arms venturing to her shoulders. Your breasts were right in front of her face, and it took all of her not to press her lips against them.
“You look so beautiful. My beautiful little girl.” Your cheeks reddened at her praise as you were lowered onto the bed that sat beneath you. You expected a touch, a kiss, something more than just her watchful eyes.
“You know, I was going to come here today, give you your gift and touch you a little bit, make you cum as a reward for being so, so good. But when I got here, I found out someone else was touching my property. She was chasing your attention so badly, but you didn’t want her, did you?” You shook your head at her remark, nervously fiddling with your fingertips. She noticed, gripping your wrist tightly in her hand as her nostrils flared, her jaw clenching as you noticed a small vein on her forehead that looked as if it was going to pop.
“No, because you know you’re mine. Tell me, did she make you cum?” Another shake of your head was received. “Mm, I bet she didn’t. You can’t cum without Mommy’s help, how pathetic.” She faked a pout, cooing at you in a gentle manner that almost made you believe she felt bad. But there was no remorse, she wanted you to suffer.
“I’m sorry, Mommy…” You tested your luck, praying that’d she show you at least a small amount of mercy. Her hand finally let go of your wrist as it came up to cup your cheek, her thumb rubbing the skin softly in false comfort. There was a small part of you that expected it when she drew back, only to slap the same area she had just been touching.
Tears brink at your eyelids from the harsh contact before she was gripping your chin and forcing your lips to part. She leaned down, almost convincing you that she was going to kiss you with passion like usual. But instead, you felt a wad of spit fall onto your tongue. It nearly made you moan with how dirty she was making you feel.
“Don’t swallow until I say so, baby.” She directed, knowing she was able to boss you around however she pleased and you’d always obey.
“That’s a good little slut.” The feeling of her saliva going down your throat was one you never imagined. It felt magical, and the noises you let out were pornographic. Of course, you did it all with permission when she finally granted you the chance to swallow.
“Please, Mommy-” Your pleas were cut short with another slap to your cheek, this one seeming to pain you even more than before.
“Did I say you could speak?” You were going to apologize, but her predatorial gaze stopped such words from releasing.
“Now shut the fuck up and listen to what Mommy has to say.” Her hair tickled your face as she leaned close to your ear, her voice coming in a low and hot whisper.
“Touch yourself, baby.”She guided your palm down your body where they stopped at the tops of your thigh. Your breath quickened the closer you got to your heat, your clit already throbbing under the confinement.
“Since you think anyone is allowed to touch this pussy, why don’t you add to the list, hm?” You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you were guided in pulling the panties to the side, gathering your slick on your fingers as you dragged them along your folds.
“Does it taste good?” She inquired when bringing your singular digit to your mouth where you subconsciously wrapped your lips around it. You nodded slowly, repeating your actions but this time letting her soak in your flavor. She had fucked you enough times to be able to memorize the taste of your sweet nectar, yet she could still never get enough. It was her fuel, her gas pedal.
“You think you can fuck yourself without my help? Or do you need Mommy to do everything for you?” Before you could gather a response, she was already answering for you.
“Well, you didn’t seem to need my help last night when you let that bimbo fuck what’s mine, I don’t see why you can’t do the same now.” You were ready to beg, but with one glare you were quickly shut up. She led the desk chair on the other side of your room over to where you sat, placing it right in front of you where she’d watch you as if you were the TV. One leg crossed over the other, her tie mindlessly being toyed with by her palm.
You knew this was your only option, she’d sit there all night and wait for you to move if you didn’t. The thought was what led you to continue your movements from earlier, this time without her guidance. You were only provided with her watchful eyes that were so easy to get lost in.
“No wonder no woman ever wanted you, you can’t even fuck yourself properly.” The derogatory remarks only led you to venture further, your neglected clit finally getting the attention it begged for as you rubbed small circles.
“M-mommy-” You whimpered, hips bucking into nothing while your arm struggled to hold you up. Your head was thrown back as you followed every move you recalled her creating while teasing your desperate and leaky cunt.
“Moan for me, sweetness. That’s it, such a dirty little girl.” She watched your face contort into pleasure the faster you went, your other hand teasing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You had already been edged by your denial from the night before and now it felt closer than ever.
First, you penetrated your hole with one digit, then a second, and then a third when it wasn’t enough. Nothing you did was sufficient, nothing flourished the bliss pleasure you felt when Agatha was the one creating it.
“Aww, is it not enough? But you’re already stretching yourself out so much, I wouldn’t want you to be in pain.” That was a lie. You knew she loved seeing you in any form of pain as long as she was the one inflicting it, your tears were what spurred her on the most. She adored seeing you cry out for her to stop, knowing you deep down were begging for more.
“No, Mommy, please, I can handle it.” You bit your lip, the words just barely being able to escape with broken-up moans.
“Only big girls can make their own decisions, and you’re far too little for that. Now, slow down, angel, wouldn’t want you getting too ahead of yourself.” You wanted to quicken your pace, but you feared the consequences too broadly. Sure, you were a grown adult, but you were just a sweet baby who needs protecting in her eyes. Anything she said goes, and if you didn’t follow that, there were lists of cruel punishments she’d choose from and not one of them was for your enjoyment, it was for hers.
“‘M sorry, I’m only yours, Mommy- ugh!” She hummed as you fought for her endorsement, yet she gave no indication of any. You were getting closer, your thrusts meeting halfway with your hips that had a mind of their own. You were merely brushing over that sweet spot inside of you that had your toes curling and free hand gripping the sheets. Your palm was rubbing against your clit every time you moved, everything was so overwhelming yet so divine.
“What are you- what are you doing?” You saw her stalking towards you with a sharpie in hand, she must’ve gotten it from the desk. Her knees hit the floor with a thud as she gripped your open thighs, spreading them even further apart. She didn’t tell you to stop, so you assumed that was your permission to continue.
“Mommy just wants to doll you up a bit more, alright?” You nodded without hesitation. You could always trust her, there was no doubt about that.
You could feel the tip of the sharpie pressing onto your skin, leaving lines of ink as she wrote. You didn’t know what she was spelling out, you even tried to follow the letters with your mind but found yourself unable to focus.
“Don’t move, wouldn’t want me to mess up this gorgeous body.” Your movements faltered for a moment as you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back if they didn’t. She stopped, and with one look you knew exactly what she wished of you.
“But-”
“No but’s, baby, do as Mommy told you.” You insisted on instead torturing your clit once more, already missing the feeling of being full but wanting to please her as best you could. She didn’t tell you anything she wrote, nor did she utter a word until she stood.
“I can’t hold it anymore, feels too good.” You brainlessly shuddered. As badly as you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be able to unless you had her permission, she completely ruined you for anyone else including you.
“Shh, let me take a photo. I’m sure my colleagues will love this.” She knew of your shared infatuation with some of her lower coworkers, and you were exceedingly surprised when she wasn’t enraged. In fact, it only brought more teasing your way, something you were forced to get used to with her.
“Oh, don’t you look adorable?” She spoke, staring at her phone that now held the lewd picture of you. She was already planning on sending them whether you liked it or not, it was just a matter of time before they’d struggle to look you in the eyes whenever you stopped by her office.
“Oh, shit! I’m gonna-”
“No, you’re not.” She was quick to demand, grabbing her purse from off the hair and settling her phone in her pocket.
“You won’t be cumming until I say so, got it?” It took you a moment too long before you mustered out a nod while tears streamed down your face. She was patient, though, and when you finally did so, she grinned happily.
“Good girl. I need to head into the office, I sent three hundred to your account, go neaten up and get yourself some food before I come back later.” She started to walk out the door to your bedroom while ignoring your whines of protest, only to stop mid-way and turn to face you once more.
“Oh, and if you cum, I’ll know.” Her eyes set place in the corner of a wall as a smirk took over her. You followed her eyesight, finding a blinking red dot that was situated on what looked to be a camera. Your eyes widened as you went to look back at her, only to see that she was gone.
You then took sight of the mirror that wasn’t so far from your bed. Standing on shaky legs, you walked over to stand in front of it, and that’s when you noticed all of the degrading words printed onto your skin.
‘Slut’, ‘Cum here’ with an arrow pointing to your weeping hole. ‘Breeding whore’, ‘Mommy’s toy’, and lastly, ‘A.H’s property’. You didn’t know how exactly you were to get these off, but you couldn’t deny the deep arousal it caused. The lingerie piece was kept on as she requested, and you truly felt as though you looked exemplary. There was no doubt in your mind that Agatha would be receiving many photos throughout the day, only fueling to the large fire that was your punishment.
Suddenly, you heard a ping from your phone that you left on the nightstand. You grabbed it quickly, expecting to see a text from the woman in mind but smiling smugly when seeing her coworker's contact appear. It was Wanda, one of the sweetest and seemingly wholesome people you’ve ever met.
‘Hey, just thought I’d let you know you looked absolutely stunning in that photo. Maybe you could stop by my house sometime so I can show you just how beautiful I think you are.’
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this is only the beginning (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader NSFW)
warnings: smut, fluff and angst. soft!dark!agatha but she’s more soft than dark here, all the pet names, mommy kink, fingering, sex magic, enchanted strap ons (I feel like it’s unoriginal so sorry but it’s too good not to do), agatha takes reader’s virginity, praise kink, reader and agatha say i love you for the first time
takes place sometime before make me forget
summary: agatha has taken you away from your isolated life, and you’re excited to finally have a friend and mentor, another witch who helps and accepts you. you and agatha have been getting closer, but she wants to truly make you hers.
Agatha woke up in the middle of the night to an unfamiliar feeling. You were asleep in her bed with her, your arms wrapped around her. You looked so peaceful, so pretty. You often stayed over at Agatha’s house as your lessons often went on until late at night. You loved the company, and desperately needed it. And, although she wouldn’t admit it to herself, so did Agatha. Normally you slept on her couch, but tonight was different.
Agatha had been teaching you transmutation, and you practiced on a bug, trying to turn it into a bird. It proved difficult.
“It takes a long time to master, honey. It’s easy for me ‘cause I’ve been doing it for three hundred years, but I didn’t get there overnight.”
She was such a good teacher. Only a few lessons in, and you were able to control your telekinesis so much more. No more accidental crashes or mishaps in public after that, and you had no idea how she did it. Before meeting her, you tried everything and nothing seemed to work. It was harder to use now, but she assured you that that’s just what happens, and and your powers would get even stronger than before.
“Thanks for helping me with this. And being so patient. You’re an amazing teacher, Agatha,” you said, giving her an awkward kiss on the cheek. You had wanted to kiss her for a long time, your attraction to the older woman had clouded your brain since she began teaching you. Sometimes Agatha made you think she felt the same way, calling you pet names like “honey”, “baby” or “sweetheart”, putting an arm around your waist and keeping it there for a bit, or tucking you in at night even though you’re a grown woman. You didn’t know what had come over you in that exact moment, but you figured that if she didn’t feel the same way, she would brush it off as a friendly gesture. Friends do that sometimes, right?
You didn’t really know. The truth was, Agatha was your only friend. You nervously awaited her reaction to your impulsive decision.
“You’re so cute, baby. How nervous were you to do that?”
“I was- I was really nervous. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again if-“
She cut you off by giving you your first real kiss, her lips and tongue entangled with yours. You didn’t know what you were doing, you had never done this before.
Agatha sensed your attraction to her for a while now, and she did feel the same way. After spending so much time with you she stopped wanting to drain all your power, stopped wanting to use you for her selfish purposes. One night, she tucked you into a blanket on the couch and just told herself she would use her power to protect you from a world that was afraid of women like you and her, that would hurt a young naive witch like you. You were so sweet, and although she told herself and everyone that she preferred to work alone and didn’t need anyone else, the truth was that she wanted you. Agatha cursed herself for being so soft, but a part of her missed having her coven, and her family. And she thought maybe she could start a new one with you, if you’d have her.
She pulled away from you, tucking your hair behind your ears.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just relax for me. Am I the first woman to ever kiss you, sweet thing?”
“First person, actually.”
“So innocent. We’ll take things slow, okay? The last thing I want is to hurt or scare you. I want you, (y/n). Do you want me too?”
“More than anything, Agatha,” and she led you into her bedroom and began kissing you even more, running her hands up and down your body.
“We can continue the lesson tomorrow, angel. Just give into me now.”
You spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling with Agatha. She wanted to move slowly with you because she knew how inexperienced you were, but her mind raced with the things she wanted to do to you once you were ready.
“It’s getting late, Aggie. I should probably go to bed,” you said as you got up and started for the door.
“(Y/n), wait. Why don’t you sleep in here with me?”
“Are you serious? I’d love to!”
So you changed into your pajamas in front of her as she tried her best not to stare, and you held each other until you fell asleep.
After she woke up, Agatha couldn’t get back to sleep. The newness of all this, it excited and scared her far too much. Not to mention the guilt she felt about her original intentions with you. As the sun began to rise she gently moved you, trying her best not to disturb your sleep, and went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker and make breakfast for the two of you.
You woke up in Agatha’s bed, unfamiliar yet so soft and comfortable. You heard her footsteps coming towards the door, and she entered with a tray.
“You awake, baby? I have a surprise.”
“You made me breakfast? That’s so nice, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I couldn’t get back to sleep.”
“I’m sorry. Did I bother you? I can start sleeping on the couch again if you’d prefer-“
“No, honey. It was wonderful. I’ve just been on my own for so long, this is new. I mean I’ve been with women, sure, but I truly care for you.”
“It’s new to me too. I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’ve never had anyone who cared about me the way you do, Aggie. You make me so happy.”
You snuggled into the older witch as the two of you finished the breakfast she made. You couldn’t believe this was your life.
You and Agatha stayed inseparable since then, hardly ever leaving her house. All you seemed to do was practice magic, cuddle and kiss. It was heaven. One night she tried to take it further, slipping a hand between your legs.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“I- I’ve never done this before, Aggie.”
“I’ll stop if you want.”
“No, don’t stop. I like it.”
So she continued to kiss you, palming her hand between your legs. You started to feel wet, excited for what the woman would do to you next. Agatha pulled down your pants and underwear and slipped a finger in you, drawing out a shy moan.
“Is that good? Does my baby want more?”
“Yes. Yes!”
She slipped a second finger in you, stretching you out a bit and making you feel so good, and soaking everything around you.
“Such a good girl. So good for mommy.”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, my sweet baby. That’s what I want you to call me when I’m touching you, when I’m deep inside your aching little pussy.”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good. Now I have a special reward for you. Wait here.”
Agatha pulled her soaking wet fingers out of you and you whined, wanting her back.
“This is even better than my fingers, baby. Just you wait.” She went over to the closet and pulled out a long-forgotten toy that she once loved. Years ago, when Agatha was sleeping around more often, she had enchanted some of her strap-ons so that she could feel herself inside of all the girls she fucked. The idea of taking your virginity with one of them had haunted her mind ever since you kissed her that night, and she was finally about to do just that.
“Aggie- er- mommy- that’s so big-“
“Oh darling, you’ve never had anything bigger than a couple of your little fingers have you?”
You shook your head.
“It’s okay. We can take it slow. Stroke it for me, sweet thing. There, just like that.”
You put her hand on the shaft and stroked it up and down, and Agatha let out a groan of pleasure.
“Ugh, that feels so good, babe. Keep doing that.”
“Can you feel it? You enchanted it, didn’t you.”
“Such a smart girl you are. Yes, my dear, I can feel everything. I can’t wait to for it to be buried inside you, taking your virginity.”
“Mommy, take me. I’m so wet for you. I just wanna make you feel good.”
“Gladly, darling girl. If it’s too much let me know. Now spread those legs for me, let mommy in. Good girl,” she pushed the tip of her cock into you, and you let out a shaky moan.
“How’s that?”
“So big mommy. But- feels so good,” you said between noises of mixed pain and pleasure.
She started slowly pushing into you, rocking her hips back and forth as you moaned loudly, getting even wetter and beginning to adjust to her size.
“Mommy, am I making you feel good?”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity before with this thing and it’s fucking incredible.”
Your moans grew louder, and Agatha began to offer more praise.
“You feel fucking amazing baby. Keep on making those pretty noises for mommy, yes… good girl, good…”
“Mommy, yes! Claim me, make me yours!”
“You’re mine baby girl, no one can fuck you like I can, and no one can take my cock like you. Mine. Fuck, I’m getting close.” She started speeding up, fucking you harder, rougher.
“More! I love this, mommy! I love you! I love you!”
You had never told Agatha that before, but hearing it now, while she had you pinned down and was buried inside you, excited her. You loved her. You were devoted to her. You were hers.
“You’re so good, baby, doing such a good job. Cum for me angel, cum around mommy’s cock!”
You were getting close, Agatha’s praise turning you on immensely. You had no idea this was something you were into. You came around her, the pulsing pushing her closer to her own orgasm.
She stayed in you for a bit as the both of you caught your breath, and then she gave you a kiss on the cheek before pulling out of you.
“How was that, love?”
“Amazing. I-I’ve never felt anything so good.”
“By the way, angel, I love you too.”
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What Are We?
AGATHA HARKNESS x READER
SUMMARY: Wanting to be more than just ‘friends’.
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I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. This has been happening a lot lately and I really didn't know why, but the one thing that did help me wind down for the evening was reading a book, so I decided to sneak out of my house and head on over to the town library. I also decided to invite Agatha, my neighbor, to join me.
Within 5 minutes, I got a notification. I grab my phone out of my pocket and take a look.
Agatha <3: Sounds fun! Meet you there, hon, xoxo
I couldn’t help but smile. Her and I have only recently started seeing each other and it wasn't anything serious…though I wished otherwise. I couldn’t help it. From how attractive she is to her charming personality, it was next to impossible. You try having a woman as exquisite as her shamelessly flirting with you for weeks and try not to fall. You can’t.
Since I was one of the employees who worked at the library, I had a spare key. I unlock the back entrance, get in and close it behind me. Five minutes were spent browsing through the isles, until I eventually found a novel I’ve been meaning to start. I found my favorite spot in the whole building, which was a small corner at the very end of it, and snuggled into the couch.
All was at peace, before I heard footsteps.
I figured it was just my mind playing tricks on me, so I chose to ignore it...then I heard it again. I looked back at the entrance and saw no one coming in or going out. I turn back to see someone standing right in front of me, making me almost scream, when she covers my mouth,
"Shhh, it's just me", Agatha said chuckling,
"That was NOT funny!", I yell-whisper,
She sat down next to me, amused at my jumpiness. I take a moment, before scooting closer. She takes the opportunity to rest her head on my shoulder and all I could focus on was how sweet her hair smelled and how soft it was against my face.
“Which part are you on?”, she asked,
Her question brought me back to reality. I placed my finger on the 4 line. She hums and starts to read along. Her hand finds its way onto my thigh, halting my breath. All I felt in that moment was the biggest rush of butterflies in my stomach, all from just her hand on my leg. God, what is wrong with me. She notices how stiff I’d become and looks up at me.
“Are you alright, baby?”, concern present in her voice,
She didn’t not just call me baby, while I’m over here trying not melt into a puddle. Come on, it’s now or never. Just do it, coward.
"What are we?", the bluntness catching the older woman off guard,
"What do you mean?", she questioned,
Straightening her posture.
"Well, we've been hanging out more and more recently, so I was just...wondering", I explained,
The room went silent for a moments. You could cut the tension with a knife. Her sky blue orbs meet my own, as Agatha finally spoke. She gently reached over, cupping my cheek.
"We can be whatever you want…”, she assured,
Taking my hands into hers.
“All I ask is that you keep me around", she replied,
It was as if time stopped and everything else disappeared…all except…her. Was this real? Was this just a dream? Will I wake up and be faced with nothing but disappointment. All doubts melted away, the moment I felt her thumbs rubbing the back of my hands.
"Do you really mean it?", I asked,
Wanting reassurance. She simply chuckled to herself, before returning her attention back to me.
"Of course, whatever your comfortable with, I'm okay with, but to be honest, I really like you, (Y/N)", she admits,
Looking at me with the most loving gaze. I couldn’t help but smile at her words. She leans in.
“Every”
She kisses my cheek.
“Single”
Then kisses my other.
“Part”
Moves onto my forehead.
“Of”
Her lips meet the tip of my nose, causing a giggle to escape my lips.
“You”
Finally, her lips locked with mine and it was something better than I could ever have dreamed of.
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Agatha Harkness Masterlist
Mommy… Master List
Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**
One Shots
Whip Fetish with Agatha Harkness
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Love in the Dark: Ocean’s Apart (2)
a/n: part two of the angst fest! (I’m pretty sure someone has already done this but i like angst) time for our favorite witch - Agatha Harkness!!
prompt: you can’t take the distance anymore
word count: 1.3k
tag list: @our-blood-is-our-ink
warning(s): breakup; feelings of insecurity; falling out of love; oh this one is angsty - it hurts, very pain; yes i did project during this part, yes Y/N’s reactions are how i would react, it’s totally fine let’s just get on with the fic
pairing(s): agatha harkness x fem!reader
You could count all the times you felt like this and yet it hurts every time. The feeling of being alone while with the one person who is supposed to be there for you. Feeling the discomfort and quiet in the air with each pause in conversation. You were tired of the distance.
You didn’t know when it started, when she started to pull away. For what you could remember, it felt sudden. Once, she listened to your rants and tangents about Disney theories or fun history facts you had read that day but now you could tell she wasn’t. It was awful, that feeling. The feeling of excitement to tell your wife something only to be shut down by the empty look in her eyes.
Oh her eyes.
They used to be endless seas of love, where you could spend hours drowning in them but now they were nothing but steel walls. Too many nights were spent with you speaking animatedly only to trail off once you realized she wasn’t paying attention. Yet you still clung to the relationship, to the illusion of love that plagued your mind. There had to be something there, something.
But one night, you had a moment of realization. A realization that sent your mind racing and your eyes filled with tears. You sat on your couch, the homemade meal long forgotten on the table, your legs curled up against you as you clutched your chest, breaths uneven as you sobbed. She had missed your anniversary dinner, the one you spent hours on, the one that you had planned for weeks. It was like running full speed at a brick wall.
Agatha Harkness had fallen out of love with you.
As you sat on the couch, watching the clock, thoughts were racing across your mind.
What if she’s just late and you’re overreacting?
What did I do wrong?
Oh gods, is she seeing someone else? No she wouldn’t…
When did I stop being enough?
After an hour of watching the clock, waiting for the sound of your wife coming home, your shoulders sagged, your head falling into your hands as you cried.
You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t stand this agonizing distance, the feeling of being ocean’s apart from your love. You hated feeling like you were making her stay with your love, so now, you would let her go. With shaking legs, you got up from the couch, palms stinging with pain as you cried. Making your way to your bedroom, Agatha hadn’t slept there in a long time, you dragged out a suitcase, grabbing anything of yours and tossing it in. Once your drawers were emptied, your side of the closet barren, your space on the bathroom sink cleared, and your wife wasn’t there to stop you, it was like ice water was dropped on you.
This was real. It was happening. You had made your wife fall out of love with you and to save her the time of leaving you, you were making that decision easier.
You didn’t know what you did wrong. Before you could leave, you told yourself, you had to think of a reason. Because then maybe the pain wouldn’t sting as much. Maybe if there was a reason, you could fix it. But after a while of agonizing thought, you came up empty.
You still hadn’t heard Agatha come home from where ever she was. The night was quickly turning towards morning and in a moment of weakness, you wrote a letter.
Hi Agatha,
I doubt you even noticed my absence when you walked in, whenever you did, but I need to know: what did I do? What did I do to deserve the cold looks, the uncomfortable silences, the nights spent alone in bed forced to deal with my demons alone? I love you Agatha, and I always will, in a way, you are the only one for me even if I’m not the only one for you.
But even with my endless love for you, I will not stay another minute in a place where I am not loved. I won’t make you stay with me out of guilt or any other reason. I felt like we were ocean’s apart, even when we were only inches away from each other on the couch.
I miss you Agatha, I miss my wife. But I got the hint. I’ll leave.
Give this to someone you won’t fall out of love with
~ Y/N
On a spot where a tear had stained the paper, with shaking hands, you placed your wedding band. You took one last look around the room, tears blurring your vision, before grabbing your bag and walking out the door.
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Agatha was tired. She had been tired for a while but this time felt different. As she made her way home, she couldn’t help but to feel a sense of dread. She told herself it was from the long nights of studying, trying to regain the power she had lost during Westview. Once she made it to the door of her home, she smiled. Hopefully, at this hour, Y/N was asleep. She looked so peaceful at night, her face free of the pained looks she had been sending Agatha recently. Agatha knew she had been distant lately, but after tonight, after she felt the magical spark in her reignite, she would fix the strands of the tapestry she had un-woven. Just seeing you would make everything better.
But as she walked in the house, something was missing. A warmth was gone. The air, normally buzzing with your excitement, was stale. She made her way into the kitchen, where she felt her stomach drop. On the table was a gorgeous meal, Agatha’s favorite dishes all served on fancy plates, napkins folded fancily over the silverware. In an instant, Agatha knew she messed up.
Your anniversary. The day you said “I do” to being hers forever. And she had forgotten.
Biting her lip, Agatha shook her head angrily at herself.
Making her way down the hallway, Agatha saw that the bedroom light was on. A sense of relief went through her as she pushed open the door, prepared to heartily apologize and make it up to you with long awaited cuddles.
But you weren’t there.
The bed was made like no one had slept in it, the closet door was open, letting Agatha in on a sight that made her hope she was just seeing things. But when she went to the closet, her fear was confirmed.
Your things were gone.
Frantically, she went through every drawer, hoping to find something that would tell her this was just a nightmare, a figment of her imagination. She still had a small glimmer of hope in her.
Until something reflecting in the light caught her eye.
Tears now spilling down her face, Agatha made her way to the desk, where a letter was placed. Along with your ring.
Agatha let out a loud sob, shaking her head no over and over. She was just seeing things. It happens when you don’t sleep enough. She’ll just go to bed and when she wakes up, you’ll be beside her, ring on your finger.
She picked up the letter, reading it with blurry eyes. With each line, she let out a gasp, her heart breaking into pieces when she realized the pain, the insecurity, she had caused you.
You thought she wouldn’t notice you gone?
You thought you weren’t enough? That she had found solace in another?
You were gone.
Agatha picked up your ring, the dazzling purple stone taunting her in the light. She placed a light kiss on the jewel, sliding down on the floor, her back leaning against the bed. Agatha sobbed, your ring held closely against her chest.
Her light was gone, she had pushed you away too much.
But the last line in your letter plagued her, repeating itself over and over.
Give this to someone you won’t fall out of love with
Oh, Agatha loved you with every fragment of a soul left within her.
All she had to do now was prove it.
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MASTERLIST AND SHIT
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PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Possibly others if requested.
THINGS I WILL WRITE: Legal age gap, Mommy/Daddy kink, smut, fluff, amab/intersex (only for characters not reader), pregnancy, breeding kink, praise kink, degration kink, thigh riding, dark fics, sensitive topics, cnc, lactation kink, anal play, ABO, will only write sub reader, and more just to name a few.
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A Crazy Love Story Pt1 (☽)
Roles Reversed (𖤓)
Seeing Double (𖤓)
There Is Nothing Wrong With You (❁)
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You're My Comfort (❁)
Little Bug (❁,age regression)
Please Don't Leave Me Pt 1 (☽)
Gone Pt 2 (☽)
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Complications (☽,✧,❁,𖤓)
I Did (☽,❁)
We'll Keep You Safe Pt 1 (☽,✧,❁)
Save You Pt 2 (☽,❁)
I Don't Even Know You Anymore Pt 1 (☽)
What About Now? Pt 2 (❁,☽)
Our Omega (𖤓,❁)
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My Little Bunny (✧,𖤓)
You're Mine Now Pt 1 (✧,𖤓)
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Lying to Herself
Summary: Being an Immortal witch you see and do a lot. This can make relationships rather intimidating. However with a chance meeting all that could change.
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut and angst
Word count: 3874
a/n: This is my second time ever writing smut. My first time was on Ao3 and I’ll probably remaster it soon. But since this is only my second time writing smut please read this with a grain of salt. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
Agatha sips on her drink hearing a creak in the bar stool next to her. “I’ll have what she’s having.” The bartender gives a quick nod placing a fresh wine glass onto the table neatly pouring the dark red drink into her glass. The woman next to her takes a sip, “You’ve got good taste.”
Agatha turns in her seat facing the other woman, “And who are you exactly?” The other woman puts out a hand smiling smugly. “Y/n, Y/n Y/n/l.” Agatha gives Y/n an amused smile shaking and kissing the top of her hand. “So what do you do for work Y/n?” Agatha asks leaning an elbow against the bar table.
“I’m a historian.” Agatha raises an eyebrow, “Why not something more-”
“Useful?” Y/n interrupts taking another sip of her drink. Agatha lets out a quick laugh, “I was going to say something more practical.” Y/n shakes her head smiling to herself, “I actually work at a museum about an hour from here. It pays pretty well.”
Agatha leans in closer to Y/n, “Oh really?” Her voice being so sultry and powerful makes Y/n lean in close too. “My apartment is a lot closer though. We could head over there and talk more. And I could get a better look at you outside this bar's dim lighting.”
Agatha’s eyes linger over Y/n looking at her carefully, “I like the sound of that.”
//
Stopping in front of the door of her apartment door Y/n fumbles through her keys finding the right one as Agatha leans against the door frame. Finding the right key Y/n slips it into the lock as Agatha leans at an angle partially blocking Y/n from opening the door.
Taking it as an opportunity Y/n leans in kissing Agatha. Following suit Agatha finds a grip on Y/n’s hips turning her to have her back pressed against the door. With the soft gentle kisses starting to heat up Agatha pulls away taking a breath, smiling smugly.
“How about you open that door and we continue this inside?” Nodding along Y/n quickly turns around unlocking and opening the door to the apartment. Immediately after entering the apartment, Agatha’s hand traced up to Y/n’s waist pushing her back against the door hard making her let out a soft groan before wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.
Peppering kisses all over Y/n from her lips going down to her neck Agatha rides up Y/n’s shirt feeling her bare waist griping at it firmly. She leans in right next to Y/n’s ear her voice breathy, “Take your shirt off.” Not wasting any time Y/n eagerly takes off her shirt.
Agatha hooks a finger into the waistband of Y/n’s pants pulling her just a little bit closer. “How about you show me your bedroom.” Y/n grins, “Gladly.” Making their way to the bedroom Agatha eyes the queen size bed. “You wanna unzip my dress?”
Y/n gives Agatha a quick kiss as confirmation pulling the zipper on the older woman’s back letting the dress fall flat onto the floor. The black lacy bra and underwear hugged Agatha’s body so perfectly that Y/n could barely keep eye contact with the woman.
However, Agatha snaps her back to reality placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to sit on the edge of the bed before sitting on her lap. Tangling a hand in Y/n’s hair Agatha quickly pulls the hair back making Y/n let out a soft whimper. Agatha looks deeply into Y/n’s eyes using her free hand to gently caress her face.
“You look so cute like this,” Agatha smiles at the blush across Y/n’s face. Keeping her hair pulled back Agatha beings kissing Y/n deeply on the lips. As she tried to pull away to take a breath though she pulled back in with Y/n’s hand on the back of her neck keeping her in position.
After managing to finally pull away Agatha takes a deep breath nearly panting, “Such a needy little thing huh?” Agatha pulled back the girl's hair again one more time forcing out a small gasp this time. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Agatha says with a proud smile. With that Agatha pushes Y/n on her back, her kisses starting to linger from the lips to Y/n’s jaw.
But she takes her time on her neck making sure to leave a few marks to remind Y/n of her while gently rubbing her knee against Y/n’s pussy through her jeans. Agatha flashes her smile, “I made sure to leave you some keepsakes of tonight.”
“Th- thank you,” she can hear Y/n stutter cutely, encouraging her to make her way lower. “Arch your back a little sweetheart.” Agatha’s voice stayed calm but still held a commanding tone which made Y/n follow suit swiftly.
As Y/n arched her back Agatha reached her hand under her unclasping the bra Y/n was wearing tossing it aside before giving her tits the attention they so rightfully deserve. Latching on to one nipple Agatha uses a free hand to play with the other one occasionally flicking her tongue on the hardened nipple eliciting a muffled moan from Y/n.
Agatha moves her mouth from Y/n’s perky tits to her mouth kissing her once more. Pulling away she caresses her face again seeing how flustered she is. “Don’t be afraid to make some noise sweetheart. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
Seeing Y/n give a quick nod Agatha tsks, “No. I don’t think that’ll do, use your words, honey.” Y/n gulps trying to form the right words so distracted by the heat building up in her core. “Ye- yes. I will. I won’t quiet myself.” Agatha kisses Y/n again smiling, “Good girl.”
Agatha slowly kisses down Y/n’s stomach using one hand to gently rub Y/n’s inner thigh building anticipation. Agath keeps a hand on the button of Y/n’s pants, “I need to taste you. Now. Are you sure you want to keep going?”
“Y-Yes!” Y/n blurts out in a moan, “I need you, Agatha.” Taking the confirmation Agatha begins to unbutton the pants with Y/n helping kicking them off. Agatha admires the wet splotch very obvious in Y/n’s underwear. “Already so wet for me baby girl?”
Y/n cocks her head back as Agatha slowly kisses her inner thighs her hips starting to buckle up in excitement. Agatha finally slides Y/n’s panties off tossing them to the side to admire the soaking wet mess she had helped make.
“Mm, you taste so good.” Lapping up the juices not immediately going straight for the clit. But with Y/n’s hips start to buckle more it forces Agatha to stop. “Do you need help staying still?” Agatha asks sternly, Y/n nods desperately not being able to form any coherent words.
Agatha puts both legs over her shoulder gripping Y/n’s waist firmly holding her down to prevent any movement continuing to lap up all of Y/n juices. As Agatha’s tongue starts to circle her clit Y/n lets out a loud moan tangling her hands in Agatha's curly hair tugging at it making Agatha let out a soft moan herself.
As Agatha’s pace starts to speed up Y/n can feel herself come to a climax, “I’m- I’m gonna cum!” Y/n wines. Agatha pulls away for a moment grinning, “Whenever you’re ready do it. I wanna feel you dripping off my tongue for me.”
Immediately Agatha gets back to work swirling Y/n’s clit in circular motions with her tongue. Letting out a loud moan Y/n’s legs tighten around Agatha’s head as she reaches her climax. “Yes. let it out, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl.” Y/n moans out a few more times at the praises slowly but surely reaching her decline her legs becoming limp.
Agatha moves Y/n’s legs to the side scooting up to lay beside her. Agatha kisses her a few times on the lips and cheek beginning to play with Y/n’s hair. “You did so good sweetheart.” As Y/n catches her breath she presses her head against Agatha’s chest her heart rate starting to slow.
Once Y/n has fully winded down Agatha gets up and starts to look for her dress. “What are you doing?” Y/n asks. Agatha keeps her gaze on the bedroom floor, “I’m looking for my dress, I don’t do sleepovers.” Y/n glances at the clock on her nightstand before looking back at Agatha.
“Agatha, just stay the night. It’s late and dark out. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Agatha begins to put her dress back on, “I can handle myself hon, I’ll be fine.”
“Agatha, please.” Agatha looks back up at Y/n in all her sleepiness and admittedly, beautiful nakedness. She drops the dress back to the floor joining Y/n on the bed. As Y/n pulls some blankets over the two of them she pulls Agatha closer to her tucking Agatha under her chin as they both fall asleep.
//
Waking up the following day Agatha blinks herself awake turning to see the woman next to her. She’s lying on her stomach, back exposed to the air the blanket low enough to cover her waist down. The morning sunlight seeping in from the windows lighting Y/n beautifully makes Agatha appreciate her so much more.
Overcome by the want to touch Y/n Agatha gently begins tracing shapes onto Y/n’s bare back with her fingertips. The small motions rouse Y/n from her sleep though as she shifts awake. “Moring,” she says giving Agatha a sleepy smile.
Agatha props herself up with her elbow admiring the woman next to her continuing to draw shapes on her back. Y/n nuzzles her face into her pillow slowly getting up, “I’ll get breakfast started.” Agatha cocks her head raising an eyebrow, “Oh, you don’t need to do that honey.”
Y/n simply shrugs making her way to her closet slipping on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt. “No, I insist. Plus I’m a great cook. You can borrow some clothes if need to, so you don’t have to wear a going-out dress so early in the morning.”
As Y/n makes her way to leave the bedroom Agatha stops her, “And how do you suppose I give you the clothes back after I’m done using them?” Y/n smiles suggestively, “I figured we could make this a regular thing, meeting up here or at your place every once in a while,” Y/n fake pouts, “unless this was only a one-time thing?”
Agatha's eyes Y/n up and down again like she did in the bar. She grins, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”
From that morning forward the two message each other whenever they need each other's company, only physically though. Admittedly there was some shared I love you’s. But they were never supposed to hold any meaning. They were never supposed to make either of them feel anything besides pleasure. Sometimes things don’t go as planned though.
//
Agatha pulls out her phone lying in her bed, she clicks Y/n’s contact. I’m feeling lonely, after typing out the message she looks at it for a moment before immediately deleting it. 'I want to see you tonight'. She stares at the message again, feeling satisfied with it she clicks send.
It doesn’t take long for Agatha to feel a quick buzz from her phone. ‘Just got back from work not so long ago, you should come over!’ Reading the message happily Agatha texts back a quick ‘Will do.’
Entering Y/n's apartment Agatha quickly skims the place finally finding Y/n in the bedroom Agatha hadn’t often seen Y/n in her work clothes but the out did something to her.
She wasn’t sure if it was the white button-up itself, or the way the top few buttons were already undone with the shirt still being tucked in. Or maybe it was the black dress pants cinched neatly with a belt.
She’s leaning up slightly in her bed a book in her hands legs sprawled out. "Hey, what's-" Y/n gets cut off by Agatha kissing her on the lips before being straddled by Agatha. "What are you doing?" Agatha asks, her voice sultry as her hands wander the curves of Y/n's hips. "Uh- ahm. Just reading."
"What are you reading?" Agatha asks her hands wandering down to Y/n's belt and the hem of her pants. Y/n quickly puts the book on her nightstand, "Okay what are we doing here?" Agatha giggles, "Darling, I think it's pretty obvious what we're doing here," she says starting to unbuckle the belt Y/n is wearing.
Y/n rests a quick hand on top of Agatha's pausing her before wrapping her own hands on Agatha's waist. "No I mean what are we doing here as in the two of us? You have a key to my apartment but we barely talk or do anything together."
Agatha hands begin to start unbuckling the belt again, "Oh sweetheart, we can talk as much as you want." Y/n's grip on Agatha's waist tightens moving Agatha to the side before cirss crossing her legs. "No, Agatha." Agatha furrows her eyebrows, "You said to I should come over."
Y/n sighs deeply, "I meant to talk. Or just enjoy each other's company without sex for once. I want a real, personal conversation with you." Y/n scoffs, "I want a real relationship." Agatha bites her tongue, "I don't do relationships."
Agatha begins walking out of the bedroom making her way out of the apartment with Y/n following her. "Why not Agatha? Why can't I love you?" Agatha's grip on the doorknob tightens. She doesn't bother looking back at Y/n, she knows if she does what she's about to say will hurt a lot more.
"Well I don't love you Y/n, I can’t love you. And I don't do relationships." With that, she immediately walks out the door feeling Y/n slam it behind her. And for a moment something keeps her there, staring at the door from the outside, something drawing her back in. But when hearing the sobs from Y/n on the other side of the same door she knows the damage is already done.
As Agatha makes her way down the street she feels tears start to well up in her eyes. It’s then she finally realizes she wasn’t just upset because she hurt Y/n. She was upset with herself for hurting Y/n because she loves Y/n.
Falling asleep in her own bed, alone, unlike how she planned Agatha clutches a pillow to her chest missing the warmth of someone else. Someone she could no longer have.
In the following days, Agatha caught herself messaging Y/n again attempting to resolve what she had done, what she had said.
Declined
Declined
‘Darling, please call me.’
‘Sweetheart…’
‘Please message me back’
Declined
‘How do I make you forgive me?’
‘I miss you’
Agatha would often check her phone hoping for a reply but there was never one. If she was lucky she would see that Y/n read the message which was a lucky occurrence. Soon enough Agatha feels like she should give up but it’s late at night and more the minutes pass the more she is tempted to try and call one last time.
Giving in Agatha clicks the contact, letting the phone ring expecting to be sent to voice mail she gets her last monologue ready but to her surprise Y/n answers. “Y/n?” Agatha sat up in her bed shocked Y/n replied this late at night.
“S- stop calling me. I dont wanna talk to you.” Her voice was winey as she was slurring her words. Concern starts to rush to Agatha’s head, “Y/n? Are drunk? Where are you.” She hears Y/n sniffle over the phone, “Mm not drunk. Just at that bar hanging out.” Agatha’s anxiety heightens, “What bar Y/n?”
“You know what bar.” While Y/n mubbles her reply there’s still some bite to that stings Agatha. Still worried though Agatha throws on a long coat putting on some shoes quickly. “Stay there alright? I don’t want you going home alone.”
Rushing out of her apartment Agatha hails over a taxi the bar being too far from her apartment unlike Y/n’s. While the drive isn’t far it feels like forever for Agatha, her heart starting to race like it was about to burst out of her chest worried about all the things that could happen.
Finally stopping in front of the bar Agatha quickly pays the taxi with cash rushing into the bar to see Y/n pased out on a bar table. Taking a relieved breath Agatha carefully walks over to Y/n brushing some hair out of the girl's face.
“Not drunk huh?” Agatha wraps one of Y/n’s arms over her shoulder beginning to lift her up to make their way out the bar. “Mm not drunk,” Y/n mubbles her eyes nearly closed. Agatha moves one hand to Y/n’s waist keeping her balance steady.
“Whatever you say hon.” Y/n wiggles away for a moment overwhelmed. “No don’t don’t ‘hon’ me,” she sniffles again, “I don’t want what we had again.” Agatha still keeps her firm hold on Y/n buzzing into the apartment building.
“Trust me I don’t either.” Once outside the apartment door, Agatha retrieves the key copy she had carefully unlocking the door while holding onto Y/n. Getting to the bedroom Agatha carefully sets Y/n on the bed they used to share.
As Agatha slips off Y/n’s jacket leaving her in a tanktop and jeans Y/n looks up at Agatha deadpaned, jaw clenched her eyes getting misty.
“You hurt me y’know? A lot.” Agatha bites her tongue remembering what she said that night, “Yeah, I know. I know.” Brushing a few more hairs to the side Agatha leaves Y/n alone for a moment retrieving a cup of water and aspirin knowing she’ll need it in the morning.
Coming back into the bedroom Agatha leaves the items on Y/n’s nightstand seeing her already passed out lying on her back. “Come on,” Agatha whispers pulling on Y/n’s shoulder. “You need to lay on your side in case you throw up.”
Y/n begrudgingly complies as Agatha tucks some pillows behind the girl's back to ensure she sleeps safely. Leaving the Apartment she locks the door behind her, she wants to stay of course. She wanted to hold Y/n like she used to. But not like this.
//
It had been about two weeks since Agatha had walked Y/n home, after that night she stopped messaging Y/n. Not because she didn’t want to, she did want to message Y/n but she knew she needed space. But her own want, to even just hear her voice overcame her.
‘Can we please talk sometime?’
After sending the message Agatha did anything and everything to get her mind off the text she sent. But when she heard the loud ping from her phone it was like time stopped as she read it.
‘Fine, I have a break in about an hour. You can meet me at the museum.’
Remembering back to the first time they talked Agatha leaves as fast as she can knowing an hour should be just enough time to get her there and not be late. Finally getting a taxi Agatha thinks to herself about how she finally has a chance to apologize for everything, to admit everything she had been keeping from Y/n.
About ten minutes from the museum Agatha could see the rain start to pour outside the car window fairly the opposite kind of mood she was going for but it didn’t matter. She’s close to possibly having another chance and that’s what matters to her.
Paying for the taxi Agatha waits outside the museum at the bottom of the steps. With practically no one in sight due to the weather, it was somewhat peaceful having the sounds of rain mixed with the busy streets.
“Hey!” She hears someone holler at her. Turning to look up at the top of the steps she sees Y/n black umbrella in hand. She walked up a few steps not getting too close to Y/n, she didn’t want to push too hard. “You’re soaked Agatha, you didn’t bother to look at the weather first.”
Agatha shakes her head shivering, “I wasn’t worried about the weather.” Agatha could see Y/n bite at the inside of her cheek. “Why are you here Agatha?” Y/n’s tone was blunt and serious, she was hurting so Agatha couldn’t blame her for it.
“I just want a chance to talk Y/n. About how sorry I am, about how much I know I screwed up, about how much I hurt you.” Y/n moves down the steps getting closer to Agatha, the small umbrella partially covering Agatha now.
“You said don’t love me, Agatha, you said you couldn’t love me. Do you really know how that made me feel? It made me feel unloveable.” Y/n’s tone was painful enough to make Agatha hurt at that moment.
“I lied alright? I lied about saying I don’t love you.” Agatha's voice was soft but her words brought no comfort to Y/n it just made her angry.
“Okay so?! Why would you lie about something like that?” Agatha runs a hand through her wet curly hair trying to build up the courage of what she had wanted to say for so long. “Because I was afraid Y/n, afraid of loving. And I was afraid if we had a relationship I’d hurt you more than how I did that night.”
Y/n inches closer to the woman, “Why couldn’t you just tell me that Agatha? I could have helped you. We could have talked about this together.”
“I know, and I’m sorry for lying to you Y/n. But if you just give me another chance I’ll show you how good I can be. I’ll tell you everything, about my life, about how I feel about you, I won’t lie anymore.”
Unknowingly Agatha had been inching closer and closer to Y/n, “Can you really promise me that?” Agatha moves only a little bit closer to Y/n their lips only a whisper apart now, “Yeah, I can promise that.”
“I wanna kiss you, Y/n.” Y/n leans in her lips practically grazing her lips with Agatha’s, “It’s a good thing I want you to kiss me then.” Instantly Agatha pulls Y/n in by waist kissing passionately. Caught up in the moment Y/n drops her umbrella wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.
The two kiss in the rain taking a chance on real love.
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Wedding Bells II
Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader
Summary : Your best friend is getting married. You’re beyond elated. And he asked you to be his best man. But there’s a catch. The maid of honour is the woman you were with for two years. The woman you were going to get down on one knee and ask to spend the rest of your life together. The woman who cheated on you, smashing your heart into millions of tiny pieces. Can you truly make it down the aisle with her on your arm?
Warnings : fluff, angst, cheating
Author’s Note : This story has elements of cheating, maybe a graphic description further down the road. The reader is female and has no particular race or body type so feel free to imagine yourself (though I write with woc in mind).
I spent a long time staring at pictures of Kathryn Hahn's face to figure out her eye colour (not that I truly mind) so y'all better appreciate my dedication.
Word Count : 1265
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Preparations for the wedding are in full swing, but you have surprisingly little to do. You never realised that most of the work is taken over by the bride’s side. You’re thankful for it, you suppose. You’re kept in the loop, sure, but you never actively contribute. You’re glad, you couldn’t imagine having to interact with Wanda regularly. That one voicemail was enough to drive you up the fucking wall. You never did end up replying to it. You thought about it a lot though. Even found yourself going back and listening to it but the initial anger was replaced by something else. Something you didn’t want to dwell too long on or God forbid you act on those feelings. It was best to keep your distance until it was absolutely necessary or unavoidable for you to interact with her.
Bucky and Natasha’s engagement party was this weekend. You were as ready as you’d ever be. You’d gotten a brand new outfit, an emerald green jumpsuit with a halter neck and mostly open back. The colour looked beautiful on you and you had just the right heels to pair with it. You were going to get your hair done professionally the day before too, putting it up high so that you could really show off your outfit. You were leaving no stone unturned. There was only one problem : a date. You needed one ASAP. You could ask your friend from work, Carol, to come along. You knew how much Wanda despised her but Carol tends to get a bit handsy when she has a couple of drinks in her, as the entire office witnessed at the Christmas party last year. So, she was not an option. You need to find yourself a date, fast. Peggy had offered to introduce you to her cousin, Sharon, and you’d jumped on the idea. She was a total smokeshow, that woman. You’d met her before, at Peggy and Steve’s wedding but back then you had no idea she was into women. You were going out to meet her at your favourite bar downtown for a drink. Casual, laid back. Peggy had already told her you were looking for a date and she seemed fine with it so that was half your work already done for you.
That evening, you meet Sharon for a drink and you must admit, she’s just as gorgeous as you remember. She stands up to greet you, pulling you close for a hug and you can smell the sweet perfume on her. The shorts she’s wearing hug her figure amazingly and her top is low cut enough to give a teasing hint of cleavage. She’s pure seduction with legs that seem to go on for miles and perfectly styled blonde waves.
The date seemed to be going well but honestly, you found something off about her. You tried to push the feeling down, thinking it’s because you’re still kind of stuck on Wanda but no, it kept bubbling up to the surface. And for good reason too. Alarm bells started going off in your brain the moment she asked what your financial situation was like. You wanted to tell her it was none of her business, or make some dumb joke about how that was a more third date kind of line of questioning but instead you told her just what she was itching to hear. God, you wish you had a spine.
“It’s okay, I get by,” you shrug and the look of pure joy that takes over her face is blinding.
“How would you feel if I told you that I have a business opportunity for you that’s going to make you a lot of money?” she asks gleefully.
You should’ve ended the date then and there but your lack of a goddamn spine came through and you sat and listened to her whole spiel, telling her you were interested in selling nutritional supplements as a side hustle to make extra money and that you’d get back to her soon. She left pretty satisfied after that and it was safe to say that you hate yourself.
You were getting sick of this. Another failed first date. You plop yourself down on the bar stool and the bartender, and your friend, Agatha, greets you with a quirk of her perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“What was wrong with this one?” She asks, setting a tall glass of seven and seven in front of you, on the house, she says.
“Is it too much to ask to not get roped into an MLM recruitment on the first date? I mean, save that shit for the tenth date, at least,” you say as you take a rather large sip from your glass.
“It happens to,” she trails off before sighing, “Actually, it does not happen to all of us,” she finishes with a snort.
“I’m cursed,” you groan, sipping from the straw.
“You’re not cursed, you’re just special,” she says sympathetically, patting your hand before going to the other end of the bar to attend to another customer.
“So, who was she?” Agatha asks.
“Sharon. She’s my friend Peggy’s cousin. I didn’t even know she was into women,” you shrug.
“Hmm, maybe she was just trying to get a new member for her cult. What do they sell anyway?”
“Nutritional supplements or like gummies or something, I wasn’t listening,” you grumbel, biting the straw.
“Well, you need to wade through a sea of cheaters and recruiters to finally find the one. And you’re young, you have time,” she says. Agatha was older than you, by ten years at least. You were turning thirty this year and she seemed closer to forty, though you’d never ask her.
“Not really. I need a date for my friends Bucky and Nat’s wedding. My ex is gonna be there too,” you say, blowing bubbles into your drink.
“The one who cheated on you?” she asks, wiping down the counter.
“Yeah, and last I heard, she’s still with that old guy she cheated on me with,” you sigh, holding your head in your hands in despair. A warm hand encircles your wrist, making you look up. Agatha’s looking at you with a mischievous smile and you realise that you never noticed before just how pretty her eyes were. They were a pale grey and if you weren’t so close to her, one might even mistake them for blue.
“So, you need a date for this wedding to make your ex realise what she’s missing, right?” She’s outright smirking now, a twinkle to her eyes in mirth.
“Yeah, what are you suggesting?” you frown, confusion lacing your tone.
“I think I might have an idea of exactly who can help you,” she says and you must say, you’re intrigued. You’ve never heard her speak like this, so giddy, almost evil. She was easy going and while you weren’t extremely close to her, you knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t cause you any harm, not intentionally.
“Really? And who might that be? If you’re about to suggest a shrink, I have a rather colourful array of words to offer,” you squint your eyes at her, wondering where she’s going with this.
“Darling, no one short of the good Lord up above can help you but for this situation, I know who can,” she says as she lets go of your wrist, knowing that she has your full attention.
‘Well? Spit it out already,” you demand impatiently.
With a dramatic flourish of her hands, she says in a sultry tone “Me, darling, who else?”
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Wanda Maximoff Masterlist
REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN!
ᗢ Even the stars don't know
ᗢ Bewitched (Ft. Natasha Romanoff)
ᗢ Poker Face
ᗢ Oath of Moon
ᗢ The Other Side of Paradise (chronicles)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
******** ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ! ********
1: You're not satisfied
2: All you had to do was stay
and more...!
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AGATHA HARKNESS MASTERLIST:
WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Kathryn Hahn, Agatha Harkness (MCU), Claire Debella (Glass Onion), Eve Fletcher (Mrs. Fletcher), Carla (Bad Moms)
Morning After (smut, fluff)
$ting (smut)
Say Yes To Heaven (smut, fluff)
Evergreen (smut, angst)
Manipulation Tactics (smut, angst)
How To Get Away With Murder (smut, dark!!!, angst)
Stockholm Syndrome (smut, dark!!)
Let Me Love You (fluff, dark!!)
Hoax (Claire Debella) (fluff)
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make me forget (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader)
I’m back and… in another fandom, I guess. Assuming you guys don’t hate this there’s probably gonna be a lot of soft!dark!agatha x witch!reader fics coming
warnings: angst, soft!dark!agatha, mommy kink, no smut though, possibly unhealthy and definitely unbalanced relationship, mind control, lots of pet names because it’s agatha, agatha planned on using reader to drain her power but has fallen too in love with reader.
summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles. also i got a little help from @belle-et-laa-bete
You lie on the couch, trying to summon the remote. It shook a little bit, and then fell off the tv table. You couldn’t understand why your telekinesis has gotten so weak. It was your most natural skill as a witch, the one you even struggled to control.
Agatha saw what you were trying to do, and she picked the remote up off the ground and brought it to you.
“Thanks, Aggie.”
“What’s the matter, hon? You look like you’re about to cry.”
“It’s just- i don’t understand why i can’t even do something so simple. It used to be so strong-“
“Baby, this is perfectly natural . You’re learning to control your powers, that’s all. It’ll come back even stronger, now that you’re safe with me guiding you.”
You had no reason to question Agatha, she was the smartest and most powerful witch you knew. But you still worried she was just trying to placate you. And, worst of all, you worried that if you lost your powers, you would lose her. The very thought made the tears in your eyes start to fall.
“No, angel, no. None of that.” Agatha says as she wipes away your tears. “You are a witch, babygirl, and you will always be.”
You hoped she was right. While your inability to control your powers while you were younger caused you to be an outcast, it was also what led you to Agatha. she became your mentor, your protector, and your first and only love.
“Aggie? Mama? You- you’ll stay with me no matter what, right? I- I need you. The world outside of here is scary, I don’t want to live without you.”
Agatha put a protective arm around you, feeling a pang of guilt. When her relationship with you began, she thought you were too strong for your own good. Her plan was to simply drain your power for her use (and, she told herself, for your protection). But now? She truly needed you, almost as much as you needed her. Agatha couldn’t imagine going back to living without you.
“Yes baby. This is your home, this is where you belong. We’re going to be together forever, mama promises. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Shh…”
“I can’t believe I’m getting so upset over something so little but-“
“It’s okay, little one. Come here.”
She held you tight as you cried more, stroking your hair.
“Mama, the bad feeling won’t go away. Can you- can you do the special spell?”
The special spell was referring to a spell Agatha put on you whenever you were upset or scared, or when she felt you needed extra protection. It was a mind control spell that made you feel happy, safe and at peace. It also made you completely obedient to Agatha, which, the both of you had to admit, you loved.
“I think I can do that for you, babygirl.”
“Please mama, make me forget.”
“Of course, angel. You know how much mommy loves seeing you like that. The way your pretty eyes will glaze over but still look at me like I’m the most important thing in your world. The way you smile and giggle when i touch you, and especially the way you obey my every command so automatically without hesitation, even in your mind. Come over, kneel for mama and she’ll make you forget all your troubles.”
As you knelt in front of Agatha, she began chanting the spell in Latin. It was an incredibly complex spell, one you couldn’t even begin to understand, but to Agatha it was practically second nature. As she finished, you felt anything you may have been worried about melt away. A soft, fuzzy feeling washed over you and the only thing that mattered was your mommy. You looked up at the beautiful woman- the goddess, really- sitting above you as she cupped your cheek in her hand.
“Feeling better, honey?”
“So good mama.”
“I thought so. Just what you need, for me to take the reigns of your mind for a bit. Now darling, as pretty as you look on your knees, I want you to hop up on my lap.”
Immediately, you all but pounced on her, going limp in her arms.
“Good girl. Good.” She absentmindedly played with and kissed your hair for a bit, as you sat in mommy’s lap, feeling nothing but warmth and happiness. You tried remembering what you were so worried about earlier, and you couldn’t. You looked at your mommy. She was so beautiful, so much stronger and smarter than you. You felt so lucky to be hers.
“I’m so lucky to be yours, mommy.”
“I know. You’re mine. My girl, and you always will be. Nothing will ever take you away from me.” Agatha moved her hands to your shoulders and began rubbing them. It felt absolutely heavenly to be touched so gently by the woman you loved. Your brain was filled by the sensation of her hands on your back and shoulders. You felt her giving soft kisses to your temple, and you leaned into her further, smiling.
“Such a good girl for me. I love you. So happy lying in mommy’s arms. I’m glad our little spell could make you feel better.”
“You always know just what to do, mommy. You’re so smart and strong.”
Agatha flushed a bit at your praise, which she was certain she didn’t deserve. She knew how you felt about her, she knew you essentially worshipped the ground she walked on. But it still sometimes shocked her that someone as sweet and innocent as you loved and admired her so dearly.
“Let me kiss you, darling girl.”
You, of course, eagerly accepted her kiss. You stayed like this until you fell asleep, and Agatha reversed the spell, hoping you would wake up feeling better. Agatha’s own feelings of fear and guilt, however, had never fully subsided. She still worried that if you knew what her intentions with you were at the beginning of your relationship, or that she was the reason your powers had weakened, you would hate her.
“I’m sorry, angel. This is all my fault, and I swear I’ll make it right.”
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Love Sucks | Agatha Harkness x Reader
Angst Drabble
Summary: You are in love with Agatha, but she isn't in love with you.
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Love sucks.
Being in love with your neighbor and friend wasn't exactly easy for you.
You were deeply in love with Agatha Harkness.
It was hard having to suppress your feelings for her, until you really couldn't. So, you confessed.
She looked slightly shocked, then had to politely explain to you that she doesn't feel the same way, as she only sees you as a friend.
You tried to understand, and of course you didn't push her, but that hurt.
It was even worse when she fell in love with someone in Westview, and having to watch this person treat her the way you should be treating her was torture.
You respected them, but jealousy hits through the roof.
Your heart stung the day he proposed to her in front of you and the Maximoff family, having to pretend to be happy for them.
You were in love with her, and you wanted nothing more than to switch places.
Love sucks.
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Sky's stolen ask game
Paper Rings
Ship(s): Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness, Agatha Harkness x Reader, Claire Debella x Reader, Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: Claire and Agatha can't seem to keep from arguing as tensions run high between them.
Word Count: 2.6k
Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni
Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of character death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex, vague descriptions of sex, accusations of cheating
A/N: Whew! This turned into an actual fic, so thank you for requesting!
"Roaming the streets was never safe for her. What makes you think it's different for you? Your magic won't protect you, otherwise your bond, which was supposed to protect her, would've done its job and killed them before they could kill her."
Claire's voice is cold, and it hits a nerve.
"You don't have to remind me." Agatha snaps. "I don't know why the bond failed, but it did. It's all I can think about. About how I felt it. How I felt it as they carved her up and made her death agonizing and torturous. How I felt it as if it were me there and not her. I hope it means she didn't feel a thing. I really-" Agatha's voice hitches as her anger washes away. "I really do."
Claire only frowns. "I'm not losing you too, Harkness. Go home."
Agatha rapidly shakes her head in flat out refusal.
Claire's frown morphs into a glare.
"They targeted her to get to you, you idiot!" She yells, clearly having reached the end of her rope. "They obviously have methods against witchcraft so go home where it's safe. I'll track them down. They have nothing on me."
"Well clearly they do seeing as she was kidnapped when she was with you!" Agatha shouts back, tears pricking at her eyes. "Bonding with her was never supposed to be about protections or safety nets. It was always about being committed to one another. Always. It's not like claiming someone. It goes deeper than that."
"I wouldn't know, now would I?" Claire crosses her arms. "I've claimed you twice over now, and yet you still refuse to bond."
"Because it's different. It isn't the same at all."
"At first I thought maybe you just had commitment issues, but clearly that's not it." Claire says, sounding a bit defensive. "Clearly it's me. Clearly I shouldn't have ever claimed you, not when you're not my mate. Not when you don't want me."
Agatha drops her gaze to the ground.
"Bonding leaves both parties vulnerable for months, Claire." She says in a subdued tone. "I can never bond with you because you never want to be weak. That's what bonding is about. It's about truly becoming whole with someone on a deeply intimate level. The magic won't take if you can't accept showing the parts of you that you'd rather die hiding before showing them to even yourself. It isn't in your nature to be so exposed. And that would get us both killed. The magic would demand retribution for being called on for something that is not so wholly desired."
"I know that!" Claire's voice rings out with frustration.
"Then why do you still hold it against me for wanting us both to live!" Agatha explodes. "This isn't about me not loving you, you insecure ass! It's about me loving you too much to risk you!"
"So you loved her less? Is that what you're saying?" Claire asks, well knowing the answer.
Agatha closes her eyes. "No." She takes a breath before opening them again. "I loved her in a different way. The love we hold for each other is not the same as the love we held for her. I loved her enough to know that even if the magic wouldn't have accepted our intent that I'd rather have died trying to bond then gone on living wondering what if. And!" Agatha raises a finger, preemptively cutting Claire off. "I was unaware at the time we would eventually open our relationship to you, someone who could tie us together in a far more safer way."
Claire's jaw clenches.
"I have asked only twice to bond." She softly says. "And both times I allowed you to convince me to merely lay claim to you."
"Yes." Agatha meets Claire's eyes, tilting her head proudly. "Because it strengthens our relationship."
"Because you're a coward." Claire sneers. "Can you not admit it even to yourself? You're terrified what it would mean to be bonded to me."
Agatha's gaze remains steady.
"Yes, I am. I'm scared. I'm scared of bonding to a vampire who has a track record of cheating on me with people who aren't even their mate, even though I allowed myself to be claimed by them. I'm terrified of giving you what you want, something that is not undoable, even in death, only for you to cast me aside when you grow bored of me."
Claire stills.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What do you mean what the hell am I talking about! You fucking cheated on me! Or was that so insignificant to you that you don't even remember the reason why I left in the first place?"
"You left me because you thought I had cheated?" Claire sounds incredulous, but her eyes are beginning to water, a sign that Agatha hit something sensitive.
"I didn't think. I knew." Agatha insists.
"I would never. Have never." Claire takes a step forward. "Agatha, it goes against my nature, the very same one you're using as an excuse to keep me at bay. Do you have any idea how rare it is for a vampire to claim someone who isn't their mate? To claim the same person twice, especially after they had the first one cruelly and brutally suppressed and removed?" Claire brings her arms up to hug herself. "I don't think I ever experienced such pain." She whispers. "And you're lucky I couldn't find you for the decades after that. To take a vampire's blood, to use it to force them to give up someone they had given their heart to?" She shakes her head. "I was so wholly devoted to you, Agatha. I have no idea how you've come to the conclusion that I had been cheating, but I wasn't. I never had been. The very thought of it makes me feel sick."
"I don't believe you. I know what I saw, what I heard." Agatha suddenly feels emotionally drained. "And it's cruel of you to try to lie to me."
"I'm not lying." Claire insists. "Tell me what you saw, felt. Tell me so I can tell you what was going on."
"What I saw." Agatha grits out. "Was your legs spread open as a man I did not recognize ate you out. What I felt was betrayed. Especially as I heard you moaning another woman's name. It wasn't mine, and it definitely wasn't his."
Claire blinks.
"What?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, do I need to repeat myself?" Agatha's voice has gone cold, but she can feel the way her lip trembles and the way her lungs struggle to take in air. "I had been out that day, and came home to see you being pleasured by a stranger, while you were calling out for another stranger."
"Agatha, that never happened." Claire's eyes are wide now. "That never-" She cuts herself off.
Agatha laughs bitterly.
"Jogged your memory, did it?"
"Agatha." Claire says breathlessly. "How soon after that did you leave?"
Agatha snorts. "Like you don't know."
"Humor me. Please." Claire bites her lip. "I'll beg if I have to. I need to know."
Agatha falls silent for a few moments as she weighs the worth of Claire's words. The truth of them.
"Two years." The witch finally says quietly. "I just... Couldn't take it anymore. I felt so awful throughout that entire time. I had to leave." Agatha looks away. "At first I had stayed because I wanted to see how long it would take you to admit to it. Then I found myself forgiving you. And I couldn't live with that, couldn't live with hating myself for being a lovesick fool. So I left."
"Agatha." Claire says firmly, drawing the younger woman's eyes back to her. "Two years before you left, nearly to the exact date, you had screwed up a spell. You couldn't tell me what it was, because I found you out cold in the basement. After you had woken, when I asked about it, you refused to tell me. And I didn't push, because I thought you were embarrassed. If I had realized..." She trails off, shaking her head slightly. "Surely you remember me asking you this?"
Agatha opens her mouth protest, but then shuts it again when no sound comes out.
"The very thought of cheating makes me ill. Forget about actually doing it." Claire takes another step forward, but Agatha jerks backwards.
"I still don't believe you." Her eyes look fevered, brightly colored and slightly glazed. "I- I can't. Not unless you let me-"
Claire waits, to see if Agatha will finish her sentence, but when she doesn't, she sighs.
"Just ask." She says softly. "I'll let you."
Agatha stills in shock.
"You'd let me in your head?" Uncertainty laces her words.
This time, as Claire steps forward, she's sure to keep her movements slow, gentle, as if Agatha is a frightened kitten easily startled.
"I told you, I wanted to bond. How could I ask that of you if I'm not willing for you to be allowed in the most intimated place I have?"
And oh, hell, she's crying now. She's crying when she was doing so well in not, in refusing to mourn and move on.
Shakily, Agatha reaches her fingertips to Claire's temples, doing her best to ignore how she's crying, how Claire is watching her tears roll down her face with what is clear anguish.
A few moments are enough to confirm what Claire is saying.
"Oh, goddess." Agatha whispers, horrified. "Oh, fuck."
Claire softly takes Agatha's wrists into her grasp.
"It's okay, doll." She says soothingly. "I promise. I'm not upset at you."
Agatha shakes her head.
"I messed up. I messed up so bad."
"No, you didn't." The vampire says firmly. "You made a mistake, one that is understandable. I am hurt you had felt that you couldn't confront me about it, but Agatha, that was literal centuries ago. And now we're here, together again. Missing our other half. And neither of us wants to make it missing both halves. So please." Claire brings one of Agatha hands up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss against it. "Forgive yourself."
Agatha stares blankly at Claire.
"You say that like it's simple."
"Forgiving yourself?"
Agatha nods.
"It's not. But I need you to try anyways."
Agatha wants to turn away, but can't.
"And you said we were missing our other half like she's just lost and not-" Agatha's voice hitches. "As if she isn't dead."
Claire squeezes Agatha's wrists before releasing them.
"We never saw a body. Not in person, physically. For all we know she is alive."
Agatha does look away now.
"Then why can't I feel her?" She roughly asks. "Why can't I touch her through the bond, hear her heartbeat singing in my ears, feel her love coursing through me?"
"It's possible these people that have been after you found a way to break the bond."
Agatha's head snaps around so violently, Claire's surprised that she didn't break it.
"Impossible."
"Except that nothing is impossible, only improbable."
"No." Agatha flexes her fingers. "Bonding is the literal joining of-"
"Of souls, of essences. I'm aware."
"It can't be undone because... It's like if you have glasses of water colored by different dyes. Once you pour them together, you can't unpour them back into their original separate colors."
"So maybe there's a way to subdue it then. Suppress it. Like how someone can do what you did with the first mating bite I gave you."
"Except that was just a step to complete removal." Agatha frowns, tears having dried up as her analytical brain kicks in.
Claire clearly hesitates, before saying, "it was never a complete removal."
"What?" Confusion colors Agatha's voice.
"A mating bite, for a vampire to claim someone, it physically alters both parties on a biological level. You can suppress those changes after the fact they've already taken place, but it's not an erasure of them. Merely... It's more like putting them to sleep. What you did was the most efficient way to do that. It's why when I gave you the second mating bite you collapsed. After going so long pretending like those alterations weren't there, your body couldn't handle the way it suddenly stopped suppressing what was now natural to it."
"That- no. No. I would've known about that, it would've been-"
"Agatha." Claire softly interrupts. "It's not something vampires ever share."
"Why not?"
"Because it leaves us vulnerable. Only those who have been claimed.."
"Can kill their mate." Agatha finishes. "So this was devised by vampires as a way of tricking others into believing they could no longer harm them if something happened to end the relationship?"
Claire's smile is small, but genuine.
"You've always been clever." She praises.
"Oh."
Claire hums in response and silence falls over the alleyway.
"You really want to bond." The whisper seems to echo off the brick walls.
"I do." Claire's eyes gleam. "I don't care how weak or exposed it leaves me." She brings her hands up to cup Agatha's face. "You were my first true love, the first person I mated with, despite how much I tried with the handful of others before you who my every instinct told me that they were my match. My mates without being claimed."
Their lips are now close enough that Agatha can feel the way Claire's form her words.
"I've loved you. I've always loved you, ever since we met. I still love you. I love you so much it pains me physically to think of you hurt. I love you so much I desire to be utterly as one with you."
At those words, Agatha closes the miniscule gap between them and kisses Claire deeply, moaning into the older woman's mouth as she gently sucks on her tongue.
She can feel the spark of magic rising between them, the way it starts, flickering in the pit of her stomach before traveling up to her heart, the center of her life force, can feel it's twin doing the same within Claire.
And then, suddenly, and so faintly it would be concerning if it weren't for the situation, Agatha can sense a third being mirrored within you.
Agatha immediately pulls away from Claire, and the magic instantly dies out.
"Whats wrong?" Claire sounds nervous, as if she thinks the answer will be that Agatha no longer loves her.
"I felt her." Agatha gasps, trying to force herself to breathe. "We can't- I can't bond with you without her consent, because if I bond with you she bonds with you, and Claire-" Agatha's eyes shine with relived tears. "Claire, she's alive."
Claire doesn't care how painful her grip is on Agatha's arm, can't bring herself to even try to control her strength.
"She's alive?"
Agatha nods.
"She's alive, Claire! We have to find her, I can't- we can't lose her."
"And we won't."
Agatha can see the bloodlust starting to rise within Claire, can see it in the way her eyes shift to take on an unnatural tone as she imagines ripping the ones who dared hurt her mates into two.
"You're not going to send me home?" Agatha asks.
Claire hesitates, then shakes her head.
"No. I will not deny you the opportunity to enact your own retribution. I trust in your ability."
Agatha lets out the breath she hadn't been aware of holding. "Then let's go bring her home."
"Where to first?" Claire questions
"She's alive, and now that I'm aware that the bond can still be felt..."
Agatha smiles sharply, and Claire reflects it back to her.
"You can transport us directly to her."
"We're going to make those fools wish they had the mercy of death." Agatha hisses.
"Yes we are." Claire solemnly agrees. "And yes they will."
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second part of Love in the Dark will either be out sometime tonight or tomorrow!!
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“You came” part 3 please! I would also like to see Wanda’s reaction to reader and Agatha’s spending the night to together! Oooo maybe readers reaction to Agatha’s plan to get her pregnant! Sorry I’m not every good at request😭
Why
Pairings: Agatha Harkness x Reader (Not much interaction honestly), Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 2083
Warnings: Pregnancy (Kind of forced), Angry Wanda, Angst I guess, Some fluff, Not much really I don't think
Pt 1, Pt 2
A/n: I like the story but I honestly think I wrote it like shit. I'm so sorry for how shitty it is. Really not much interaction between Agatha and Reader. More interaction between Wanda and Reader, and Wanda and Agatha.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
It feels like the whole world around you has stopped. Time ticks by so slowly. Your mind racing with thoughts as you wait for the timer to go off. Tears shining in your eye’s at the possibilities. A loud blaring sound alerts you to your phone. You look down slowly, shutting off the alarm. Your hands shake as you reach down on the ground next to you picking up the small white stick.
You don’t even know why you took the pregnancy test. The only person you have been with has been Agatha and the last time you checked she was a woman. But some nagging feeling and her words ring through your head. So you went to the store buying a test after feeling sick in the morning for the last week and a missed period.
With shaking hands bringing the test closer to your view as you look down you let out a gasp. Two pink lines are prominent on the test. You’re pregnant, and by your Mom’s enemy. A sob escapes your lips as you smack your hand over your mouth. Trying to silently sob at the realization. You're pregnant and your mom is going to hate you.
What you don’t expect is for your mom to hear you. Wanda quickly rushes into your room, her eyes darting around the room until she finds your form on the floor leaning against your bed. “Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Wanda moves to crouch down in front of you. You quickly shove the test in your hoodie pocket as she places her hands on your knees. You can only muster to shake your head as an answer terrified of your mothers reaction.
Wanda’s thumbs gently rub at your knee concern swirling in her eyes as she searches your face. “Y/n, sweetheart you know you can tell me anything.” You take a minute to calm yourself down. Tears still stream down your face and your gaze lowers. “I’m pregnant.” You mumble as you pull the test from your pocket. Her eyes widened in shock at your confession. Wanda didn’t even know that you were seeing anyone. Tears stream down your face as you sob. “I’m so sorry Mom. I’m so sorry.” You cry as Wanda pulls you into her arms. She rubs her hands up and down your back trying to comfort you. “It’s ok sweetheart. You're ok.”
You sob for what seems like forever as your mom holds you in her arms. Both of you are sitting on the ground. As your sobs die down into sniffles you pull back a bit. A stain of tears and snot on your moms shirt as you wipe at your cheeks. “Sweetheart, do you know who the other parent is?” Wanda asks softly, she doesn’t assume that you're sleeping with multiple people but she has to ask. You hesitate a second before nodding. More tears falling at the thought. Wanda sees this, her hands cupping your face. “It’s ok honey.” You shake your head as panic rises. “N-no. You’re going to hate me.” Wanda shakes her head. “I could never hate you. You’re my baby girl.” You keep shaking your head. “You’re really going to hate me.” You keep telling her. “Why would I hate you sweetheart?” Wanda asks softly, still not understanding why you're so adamant. “It’s Agatha’s.” You mumble avoiding eye contact.
The room is now dead silent as your words sink in. Wanda’s hands slipping from your face as she processes your words. You look up when her hands slip down. “Mom?” You panic. Wanda’s eyes flashing a dangerous red as she slowly rises. “Mom.” You call after her as she heads towards the bedroom door, but she doesn’t stop. You get up trying to follow her. You can feel the energy radiating off of her as she makes her way out of the house. You continue to try and call after her but she doesn’t stop.
Agatha is working in her garden outside as your mom turns the corner of the house. Wanda doesn’t say anything before red swirls around Agatha and she is slammed into the side of her house. “You fucked my daughter! You got her fucking pregnant!” Wanda yells the red tightening around Agatha. She doesn’t struggle against it, her face morphing into a sinister smirk. You watch with eyes still shining with tears.
“Oh that.” Agatha chuckles. “Real good wasn’t it princess.” She directed towards you. “Y-you used me.” You stammer. You should have known that she was using you but to get you pregnant was something different. “Oh princess, I wanted it as much as you did. I just needed to make it more interesting.” Wanda’s magic tightens around Agatha causing her to let out a breathy chuckle.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Wanda seethes her hands completely eloped in red. “Mom.” You reach for her arm but she brushes you off. You again reach for her and try to get her attention. “Mom.” This time she pushes you back more causing you to stumble back. “Mommy please.” You plead. As hurt as you are that Agatha had used you, she is the other parent of your unborn child. Wanda turns back to you when she hears you call her Mommy which you hadn’t done in years. You can still see how furious she is. The look causes you to shrink in on yourself. “Y/n go home.” She tells you firmly. “Mommy.” You mumble. You can see the falter in her anger. “Y/n I said go home now. I will deal with you when I get back.” Her voice deadly serious as she turns back to Agatha.
You can’t help as more tears fall and you run back into the house leaving the two women alone outside. Wanda isn’t mad at you but her anger for Agatha is taking her over. She stalks closer to Agatha as her hands swirl red. “Is this how you get back at me? Using my daughter?” Wanda's voice was laced in venom. Agatha just smirks at the younger woman. “Use yes but there are more powers at work than you realize.” Wanda scoffs hearing Agatha before releasing her from her magic. As much as she wants to kill her, you are her top priority. She can’t go around murdering people just because they used her daughter even if it is Agatha.
Wanda turns on her heels and starts heading back to the house. “Wanda there is more you should know.” Agatha calls after her as she starts pulling herself up off the ground and dusting all the dirt off herself. Wanda stops not turning around but turning her head to the side and waiting for what the other woman has to say. “This was told in a prophecy in the Dark Hold.” Agatha starts. This gets Wanda’s attention and she turns back around. “Speak fast before I change my mind on killing you.”
Agatha lets out another small chuckle. “Ok mama bear. As you know you’re the Scarlet Witch. A being capable of spontaneous creation. What if I told you there will be another. Someone who will be even more powerful than yourself.” Wanda stalks back up to Agatha this time pushing her against the wall herself. “What is that supposed to mean?” Agatha's face stretches into a sinister grin. Agatha begins to speak, her words reflecting the exact words from the Dark Hold. “A witch, a descendant of the Scarlet Witch will either save the multiverse or destroy it. A being born from one non-magical parent, the other from an ancient line of witches. The two are bound together by the conception of the Scarlet Apprentice.”
Wanda’s head spins at the words. Agatha may not be a hero but she is in no way a liar. She knows when it comes to the prophecies of the Dark Hold Agatha wouldn’t lie about that. She may not share everything but she will share what will get her way. Wanda lets Agatha go as she backs away, her words finally sinking in.
“She will be the most powerful witch to ever exist.” Agatha adds. Her demeanor has changed completely. “S-she?” Wanda stutters. “She.” Agatha repeats. Wanda has conflicted feelings about finding out that she is going to have a granddaughter. She is excited, but the fact that Agatha is the other parent. The other problem is that she could possibly destroy the multiverse. Wanda takes a deep breath.
As much as Agatha loves getting under Wanda’s skin she feels a sense of pride and excitement for the prospect of her daughter. Someone from her lineage will be the most powerful witch of all time. A smile forms on her lips as she thinks of life.
“We will continue this later. If I find out you’re lying to me I won’t hesitate to kill you this time.” Wanda warns before turning on her heels to head back into the house and back to you. “I do love her.” Agatha tells her. “What?” Wanda turns again. “I love your daughter. Yes I used her but I would protect her at all cost.” Agatha tells her. Wanda can tell she is genuine. She hates the fact that Agatha has to be a part of this but knows she can’t change it now. Wanda’s nostrils flare slightly to suppress the anger. She just then turns around heading back in the house.
You’re crying as you shove clothing into a bag. Totally expecting your Mom to kick you out. How could you be so stupid to think any of this would actually work. Your Mom hates you and you only have yourself to blame. You’re frantically shoving things into the bag until you come to the teddy bear sitting on your bed. You grab it gently as you look it over. Your Mom had gotten it for you when you were little and had gotten sick. It was your best friend growing up and you still sleep with it to this day. You can’t help as your legs give out under you and your knees slam to the carpeted ground. Holding it close to your chest as you sob more.
The door swings open as Wanda comes in, seeing you on the ground clutching the bear tightly with a packed bag on your bed. “Sweetheart.” Wanda makes her way over to you sitting on the ground and pulling you into her lap. You try to push yourself away, still expecting for her to kick you out. “I-I’ll leave. I k-know you hate m-me.” You talk through the tears as you try to get up but Wanda doesn’t let you. “No, no sweetheart. I love you so much. Why do you think you need to leave?” She pulls back to look at your face. She brushes your hair behind your ears and wipes the tears as they fall.
You try catching a breath from all the crying you have been doing today. It takes you a few minutes but your Mom is patient with you still wiping the falling tears away. “You won’t want me around. I-I was with Agatha. Y-you hate her. You hate me for being with her.” Wanda shakes her head as she cups your cheeks leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I could never hate you. You are my little girl and I love you more than anything. I’m not happy with your decisions but I will always be here for you sweetheart. I will be here for whatever you decide.” She lets out a long sigh. “Even if you want to be with Agatha.”
You're shocked by the words that come out of your Moms mouth. You’re not sure you could be with Agatha now but you feel drawn to her at the same time. Not fully understanding the stronger forces playing in the universe. “Really?” You mumble. “There are so many things that you don’t know yet sweetheart but I will be here with you through it all.” Her hand cups your cheek as you nuzzle lightly into it. “There is more that we need to discuss but for now you need to rest sweetheart.” Wanda helps you stand up as she moves the bag you packed vowing to unpacking it later and helping you into bed. She kisses your head as you mumble. “I love you Mommy.” She smiles as she stands back up. “I love you too baby girl.” Wanda exits your room, closing the door softly.
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Litiery the same people!
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This makes me Nervous for the season finally...
#wanda vision#scarlet witch#agatha harkness#the vision#the owl house s3#owl house theory#the collector is a child#toh the collector#toh theory#toh king#king clawthorne#angst?#light angst#owl house memes
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