#agatha harkness fanfic
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Hello there would you mind writing dark Agatha x femreader. Something really dark maybe with manipulation and smut
Ty 🙇🏼♀️
You're Mine Now
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Word Count: 2604
Warnings: Smut, Dark!Agatha, Kidnapping, Shackles, Illusion to forced age regression, spanking, finger, oral sex, light bondage, drugging, tit sucking, squirting
Part 2: You're Not Going Anywhere
A/N: So this one got a little longer than I expected it to but I hope that you like it.
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You walk into the parking garage crying with a box of your stuff in hand. You don’t understand what happened. Everything was fine. You were one of the best employees at your company and was loved by everyone. Why were you all of a sudden fired? Why could they not give you the reason? You are questioning everything that happened in the last week but couldn’t come up with a single thing that you did wrong.
You pop the trunk of your car and place the box inside before slamming it shut. As you do you drop your keys and just your luck they manage to go under your car. So you bend down but you can’t reach them. You have to completely lay down and get them from under your car. “Fuck today.” You mumble as you get back up dusting yourself off with tears still in your eyes. In all of this you haven’t noticed the dark figure that comes up behind you. There is a sharp pain in your neck before everything around you goes black.
As you start to stir your head is spinning and you feel almost like you got hit by a truck. You blink your eyes before opening them up. The room is dark except for a cute dinosaur lamp that is placed on the bedside table. The lamp looks childish but you don’t pay that any mind. You start to try and sit up but you feel a heavy weight on your ankle. You look down and that is when you also realize that you are completely naked. You look further and see a shackle on your ankle that is chained to the bed that you have woken you on.
In your haze you haven’t noticed the dark haired older woman that has moved towards you from the dark in the room. “Look who is finally awake.” The sweet voice comes from the woman that makes you jump. You scramble till your back hits the wall bringing your knees to your chest trying to cover yourself from the woman. “Who the fuck are you and why the hell am I naked?” You question with a quivering voice. “Oh baby girl my name is Agatha but you can call me Mama.” She stalks closer to you.
Trying to scramble back further as your back is completely pressed against the wall, the shackle digging into your ankle but you ignore the pain. “Fuck you bitch!” You yell trying to sound more confident. Agatha chuckles darkly. “Oh little one we don’t use big girl words here. If you continue, Mama is going to have to punish you.” Your mind is running wild as the woman sits on the edge of the bed. “I have been watching you little one and I know you’re just the perfect little girl for me.” She reaches out her hand to your face, but you slap it away. “Don’t you fucking touch me bitch. I’m not yours, I'm my own person.”
You can see Agatha's demeanor change slightly, she is more angry than before. She gets up and walks over to a dresser opening up a drawer. You can’t see what she grabs until she turns around with ropes in her hands. “I told you little girl that if you continue Mama is going to punish you.” She walks over to you grabbing your hands. You try to fight her but her grip is strong and she is able to pin your legs between her thighs. “Mama worked hard to get you here. She got you away from that terrible job. Mama is here to take care of you. No need for my baby girl to be working if Mama is here to help.” She says as she ties your hands together tightly. “Ow fuck! What the hell do you mean that you got me away from that terrible job. I loved my job. What the fuck did you do?”
Without a warning Agatha slaps you hard across the face. You feel the sting as tears well up in your eyes. You look at her with shock moving your tied hands up to your cheek. “I told you no big girl words.” She pulls your legs from between her legs and starts to tie them together just above the shackle as you kick and try and fight her. But she is very strong and has no issues keeping you from kicking too much. The shackle is now pressing into your other ankle causing you some discomfort. “There.” She smiles looking down at you tied up and tears in your eyes. Her hand rubbing your cheek where she slapped. “So pretty when you cry.”
You're too stunned to speak as you look at the woman who has just admitted that she got you fired and she has kidnapped you. Agatha sits on the edge of the bed and starts pulling you towards her. “No, please!” You plead with the woman but she doesn’t seem phased. All she does is pull you and lay you over her legs. Your head hanging down and your ass up.
“Now Mama has to give you a punishment. She doesn’t want to but little girls have to learn to listen.” Agatha’s hand smacking down hard on your ass. You can’t help but cry out from the pain. Her hand smoothing over where she hit as it turns red. “I think 20 spanks is good. 10 on each side. What do you think, little one?”
“Fuck you.” You spit in anger at the woman. Her hand slapping down on your cheek again. “You keep going, I'll make it 20 each side.” She threatens as you whimper and just nod. Not seeing a way out of this. The older woman above you is much stronger and has definitely planned this out. “Good girl. Now I want you to count each slap. You mess up, I will start over. Do you understand me?”
You nod your head in understanding. “I need words little one.” Agatha tells you. “Y-yes.” You mumble out. “Good girl.” Her hand slapping down on your right cheek. “O-one” You whimper. You can’t see her face but she is smiling before slapping again. “Two” She slaps down hard in rapid succession. “T-three” You cry out and tears start to stream down your face. Her hand smooths over your burning red ass. “You missed one sweet girl, start from one again.” You whine at her words but you comply.
You are able to get through the 10 without another mistake. You're crying more now as you squirm in her lap. “Good girl.” She leans down and kisses your head. “Time for the other side.” She uses her other hand to still your squirming in her lap. This time you make it all the way to 8 before you fuck up. So she starts over, but you learn this time and don’t mess it up again.
Agatha’s hand smooths over both of your cheeks. “You did so well for me.” She groans looking down at your bruised cheeks. Your body squirms as you whimper and whine in her hold. Trying to rub your thighs together as your body betrays your mind. “Did you like that little one?” Agatha asks you, her hand still on your ass.
“N-no” You shake your head trying to sound confident but failing. “Hmm, the wet spot on my pants tells me different little one. You don’t want another punishment for lying to Mama do you?” She asks you. Her hand moving down between your legs. “N-no, I’ll be good.” You whimper. “Good girl.” She smiles, her fingers tracing your slit. “My little girl getting turned on by Mama spanking her ass black and blue.” You nod your head as you buck your hips into her hand causing Agatha to smile. “Does my sweet baby want Mama’s fingers in her tight little cunt.”
You nod your head quickly. “Yes! Please!” You whine trying your best to get her fingers inside of you. “Yes, what little one.” She asked sweetly. Your head is spinning from want and need. “Y-yes Mama! Please!” Agatha smiles when you finally call her Mama, shoving two of her fingers into your hole harshly and starts pumping them. The action causes you to moan loudly as you squirm more in her lap.
Agatha’s pace is unforgiving as she pumps her fingers and you buck your hips the best you can to meet her thrust. She smiles above you loving how pliant and needy you have already become for her. Your pussy gripping her fingers tightly as she pumps and curls her fingers perfectly inside you hitting the right spots. She already knows your body better than you do. She moves her thumb down and starts rubbing small circles on your clit.
Your whimpers and moans start to echo off the walls. Agatha adds another finger as she continues to pump her fingers into your cunt. “Mama!” You moan out at the slightly painful stretch. “Does my little one like Mama’s fingers filling your tight little cunt?” She asks you, slamming her fingers in as she curls them giving you immense pleasure. Your walls are squeezing her fingers as your legs start to tremble slightly. “Does my little one need to cum?” Agatha asks you.
“Yes Mama” You nod your head frantically. “Cum baby girl. Cover Mama’s fingers.” Agatha demands you. You don’t hesitate already learning that you don’t want to mess with the older woman above you. Your cum coats her fingers as your moans fill the room. She keeps pumping and curling her fingers. Her thumb is still rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Good girl.” She praises you the more she pumps her fingers.
You whine when she doesn’t slow down but continues to speed up. “Mama wants to see you cum again little one. Be a good girl for me and take what Mama gives you.” Agatha says as she continues, your cum dripping down more onto her lap. You whimper but nod your head which causes her to smile at your pliant form.
It doesn’t take Agatha long to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. But she still doesn’t slow down. She wants to make a mess of you, turn your brain to mush. Push you into your sub space so that she can take care of you. So she doesn't stop with just two. She makes sure that you cum four times. By the time you have cum a fourth time you're a babbling whimpering mess over her lap. Your juicing soaking her pants. Your thighs are coated in cum along with her hand. She finally slows her thrust until she stops pulling her fingers out slowly. The action still causes you to whimper. Agatha sticking her fingers in her mouth and moaning at your taste.
“Such a good girl for me and you taste so much sweeter than Mama could have ever imagined.” Agatha gently rubs your back and sides helping you calm down. Once you have calmed down slightly she moves you to lay on the bed leaving your legs dangling over the side. You whine as your ass hits the bed and tries squirming away. Agatha warns you with a tisk as you struggle to stay still you ass burning with the touch of the fabric. But she doesn’t care as she gets to her knees on the floor. She removes the ropes from your legs and spreads your legs as she settles between them.
“So pretty.” Agatha whispers looking at your glistening cunt. Your legs twitching and your hole clenching around nothing as she looks on. “Mamaaaa.” You whine. “Mama is just going to clean you up, little one. Don’t want you all sticky and uncomfortable.” Your head is too fuzzy to argue so you give her a weak okay.
Agatha throws your legs over her shoulders as she dives in. Not caring as the shackle digs into her back. Your taste is already addicting to her. She moans into you causing you to moan at the vibrations. She wastes no time as she eats you out like you are her last meal. Your whimpers and moans bring her joy. Your body is squirming and trying to get away from her tongue as it dips into your quivering hole. She uses her arms to hold you down.
Agatha wraps her lips around your overstimulated bud and sucks. Your hips are bucking into her face as the mix of pain and pleasure. You don’t know if you want more or for her to stop. She alternates between sucking and dipping her tongue into your hole. She can feel your cunt already squeezing her tongue after a few minutes. You're so overstimulated it will take her no time to taste your cum right from the source.
With her continued ministrations on your cunt you unexpectedly cum. To your surprise and Agatha's, your juices squirt all over her face. You want to apologize but all that comes out of your mouth are jumbled words and whines. But Agatha knows what you want to say. “Fuck that was amazing baby girl. I didn’t know you could do that.”
She licks you clean before getting up. Your juices are still covering her face but she doesn’t care. Excited to see what else you can do but that is for another time. She unties your wrists. “Thank you.” You mumble lightly. She helps roll you on your stomach. “Stay like this little one Mama will be right back.” Agatha tells you before walking into the en suite bathroom.
You have no energy to move as your eyes close and your body trembles. Agatha soon returns with a washcloth and some ointment. She applies the ointment to your bruised ass causing you to whine and squirm. “I know it hurts little one but this will help.” She says as she finishes applying it. She then cleans up between your legs. Once she is done she throws the washcloth into the clothes hamper and sets the ointment on the bedside table.
Agatha then crawls into the bed, her back facing the wall. She then helps gently move you fully on the bed and towards her. Your fuzzy brain doesn’t hesitate to cuddle up into Agatha. As you do that is when you realize that she is no longer wearing any clothes either. But you're too tired to care. She is warm. She pulls your head on her chest which you gladly accept and you nuzzle your face into her.
Agatha does her best to pull a blanket up over you two as you cuddle in. She pulls you closer and cuddles you tightly. You nuzzle more into her chest and let out a whine. It takes her a moment to realize what you want. She smiles at how fast you are breaking for her. She knew you were the right choice for her to take. You are absolutely perfect for her and she is perfect for you which you will soon realize.
“Go on, little one.” Agatha moves your head closer to her breast. With your eyes closed you wrap your lips around her nipples and start to suckle lightly. She brushes her fingers through your hair. Enjoying the closeness that having no clothes on gives her to you. Your body gets heavy as you drift off to sleep. “Good night my little one. Mama will be here when you wake up.” Agatha kisses your head and falls asleep with you. The last thought on her mind is how much she loves you.
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Fallen into Lust
pairing(s): fallen angel!succubus!agatha harkness x angel!reader
summary: curiosity didn't fare well in heaven, but agatha always had a burning desire to learn more. it was only a matter of time before the angels properly kicked agatha out of heaven. despite what you insist, being pushed from heaven changes an angel even if they hadn't properly fallen.
warnings: religious imagery and discussion, smut, loss of virginity, afab!reader, innocence kink, fingering, oral sex
a/n: shout out to literally the best baby big sister ever @our-blood-is-our-ink for requesting this. I love it so much.
Event Masterlist
Agatha was always an intelligent angel. She was curious about everything since the day she was created. She chewed curiously on her halo and plucked the feathers of her archangel's wings to examine the gold-dusted feathers.
It was safe to say she never grew out of that phase. She'd read just about every version of the holy book she could get her hands on. Even the ones written by humans that were foolish and twisted the words of her lord. Agatha wanted to know more. She'd sneer at how carelessly humans would write their baseless ideals amongst words so pure and sacred. It was frustrating to see that nearly every holy book had been tainted by the violence of humans.
To make matters worse, not a single deity, angel, or god seemed worried about it. Some of them were bad enough to encourage or profit from it. They placed bets and laughed as their creations slaughtered each other senselessly.
Despite their holy status, many other angels didn't seem to care. Agatha's concerns were often met with scuffs and eye rolls. Not a single heavenly body cared as much as she did. Their hatred was so intense they began turning Agatha away. Some would turn their backs on her.
Not you, though. You were different. Agatha's proclamations were above you, but you were kind enough to stand up for her. When the other angels would gossip or go out of their way to exclude Agatha, you'd be right there to defend her. Maybe you couldn't wrap your head around human politics, but you at least tried to listen. That was all Agatha cared about. You stayed. Even when her rants were incomprehensible and nothing more than a string of frustrated scuffs and grunts.
Unfortunately, you were pretty popular amongst the other angels. It wasn't a shock. You were practically the perfect angel: kind, understanding, innocent. They'd huddle around you like you were the Messiah just to coo at you and praise you for the most minor thing. Agatha hated it. Not because you didn't deserve that praise, but because she was jealous.
Jealousy was a two-sided street. Every Time you dared to choose Agatha over your friends, she'd have to deal with it. They'd scold her endlessly for taking you away and corrupting you with her "nonsense."
You'd only vaguely known about the conflict. Your friends would grumble about your tardiness or absence, and Agatha would always give you vague answers when you asked why she didn't get along with your friends. It was nothing more than a personality conflict in your head. Agatha was hungry for knowledge, but your friends were much more easygoing.
Personality conflicts don't end with ripped wings and cracked halos.
The day Agatha was brutally shunned from the community of angels was quiet. It made your stomach churn. The other angels said nothing, but you could feel something was off. You spent the entire day roaming around heaven. Then you found something.
Surrounded by torn feathers and liquid gold laid a deformed halo. You didn't think twice before leaping off the clouds of heaven into the earth. Only gods had the authority to banish someone from heaven. If their halo was still glowing, they'd been pushed off.
You searched the thick forest for any sign of a fellow angel—feathers, blood, or maybe even another halo. Instead, you found something worse. A silver ring with AH engraved on it.
Agatha had fallen.
𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪
"Agatha, Agatha!"
Your voice was hoarse at this point. There was no telling how long you'd been screaming. Time was irrelevant to you know. All that mattered was finding Agatha. Even if she was dead, somebody had to pay for their crimes. The golden trail of blood confirmed your fears. Agatha wasn't cast out of heaven; she'd been pushed.
"Agatha! Oh, thank heavens you're alive!" The relief of finding Agatha was short-lived. You ran over and immediately tried to help her onto her feet. "Come on, I have to get you back to heaven, and I'll report whoever did this to you." A frown overtook your face when Agatha pushed you away.
"I can't go back up there. I've fallen." Her voice was weak, and she could barely stand upright. Agatha leaned against the tree for support to avoid staining your sweater. "You..you shouldn't be with me either. Just go back up there and pretend I don't exist." The words left a bitter taste in her mouth. Being alone was a pretty scary thought, but she couldn't risk you being tainted by Earth. "I've fallen. I couldn't go back up even if I wanted to."
Your chest felt tight. "No, just because you fell from heaven doesn't mean you're a fallen angel! I saw your halo before I came down there; it was still glowing!" You frantically searched your satchel for gauze and something to clean the wound. "I just have to get you patched up, and then-"
Agatha's hand reached out and caressed your cheek. "You can't carry me back to heaven by yourself. At least give me some time to heal first." She could never bring herself to make you upset. Deep down, she knew there was no way she could return. Part of her didn't even want to. Even if God extended his grace to her, there was no telling how the other angels would react to her return. "I know somewhere for you to take me."
The walk was sad and slow.
Agatha seemed reasonably adjusted to living on Earth. She didn't doubt herself as she guided you through the never-ending forest. She wasn't concerned about wildlife or getting lost, even in her weakened state. You would've mistaken her for a nymph if you hadn't known better. It only took about an hour of walking for you to figure out why Agatha was so relaxed.
She had a cabin. It was pretty large, but you could tell that Agatha used every square inch of it. The shelves were jam-packed with books of all kinds in many different languages. Even though the kitchen was spotless, you could tell she'd been using them for a while. The decor felt so natural to her. All the deep purple furniture was taken care of, but not brand new.
You were glad Agatha had somewhere to rest while she recovered, but you felt excluded from her life. Agatha was your closest friend. It wasn't right to feel so alienated in her space.
Agatha limped to her room before collapsing on the bed. All the pain from walking with untreated wounds had started to catch up to her. Angels healed fast, but without her halo, she'd be bedridden for weeks. "I've always wanted to take you down here," She confessed.
It made you smile. "I appreciate that." The smell of holy alcohol was awful, but you had to commit. "This is going to burn a bit." You rubbed the alcohol-soaked towel against the ripped skin where Agatha's wings should've been. It was hard to look at, but you suffered through it for her sake. Every feather you plucked came with a hushed apology and a kiss on her back. "They'll grow back soon…I promise."
Agatha didn't have much faith but wouldn't bring you down with her nihilism. She wasn't even sure you knew what that was. "It'll be a long time until then." She raised her arm so you could tend to the rest of her wounds. She didn’t want to push you away. She didn’t want to suffer another beating, either. There was no telling what being on Earth would do to your mind. Angels were strong, but you were definitely on the softer side. It would be nothing for you to fall victim to the whim of a mountain lion or any other of god’s wild creations. Heaven was the only place for someone as pure and perfect as you.
You rolled Agatha onto her back so you could see her face. “I don’t mind waiting,” you said. There was a long pause as you thought about what you had said. “Well,” you said, bracing for rejection, “I wouldn’t mind waiting with you.” Earth was new to you, but you figured it’d be no issue if you stayed in the cabin the whole time. Agatha was the only reason you were down here. You had no interest in anything else.
She let out a defeated laugh. How could she ever say no to you? Her hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. “You’ll have to go back to heaven eventually,” she warned. It didn’t hold much water. All you had to do was pout, and you could easily make Agatha change her mind, but she at least had to pretend she wasn’t on the edge of spoiling you rotten. “Every day you spend down here is a day you must stay in heaven, got it?” Agatha extended her pinkie finger out to you. She didn’t know where you got the idea of a pinkie promise, but it was cute.
Without thinking, you wrapped your pinkie around Agatha’s. You knew it was only a matter of time before Agatha started a pinkie promise. “And you said you’d never start a pinkie promise!”
Agatha fondly rolled her eyes. "I'll always make an exception if it means keeping you safe."
𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪
Leaving Agatha was hard, but returning to her was confusing.
You had spent two weeks on Earth with Agatha before she forced you to return to heaven. It was a dreadfully long time without her. You occupied yourself with your heavenly duties, but not even those could distract you from how much you missed her.
When you finally saw her again, Agatha looked different. Her hair was curlier and seemed to be growing by the second. You also noticed there were bags under her eyes. It wasn't typical for an angel's appearance to change so drastically unless they were promoted.
"Do you think you'll become an archangel when you return?"
Agatha stopped chopping the vegetables in front of her. She knew you would notice the way she was changing. You weren't dumb. Just uneducated. Agatha hated how everyone in heaven fawned over you; she wanted to protect your innocence. "Maybe, but if anyone gets promoted to archangel, it should be you." She cut off the end of a carrot before handing it to you. "You were only here two weeks, and there's already vegetables growing around here."
You tentatively chewed on the carrot. Then you lit up.
Literally.
Your excitement was too much to contain and showed in the form of a blinding light admitted from your halo. It filled the entire cabin within seconds and lasted nearly a whole minute.
Agatha rabidly blinked and rubbed her eyes. "That's one way to say they taste good," she chuckled.
You frowned. "I didn't realize Earth was so dim." Heavenly light was the brightest light imaginable. Agatha should've been used to such brightness, but you brushed it off as her eyes adjusted to the forest's darkness. "It's nice to see something that's not white, gold, or silver, but the forests are so dim down here."
As the day went on, you started noticing other changes about Agatha.
Being on Earth changed her preferences a bit. When you two would read together, the books were usually nonfiction. It wasn't uncommon for you to sit down and read through an entire book about alchemy or astronomy. It was always fun to watch humans scramble and debate about their inaccuracies about the planet they lived on.
Now, Agatha seemed interested in more fictional things. Romance was her go-to for reading. You didn't mind it. Love was beautiful, even if it was trapped between print and paper. The problem was that the novels would get weird. Not bad, but sometimes you needed help understanding what was happening.
The only way you'd learn is by asking.
"I don't know what this means," you confessed. The blush on your face was from shame. Agatha had taught you so much, yet you didn't understand such a simple book. "The words make sense, but I can't figure out what they're doing." You sunk back into Agatha's chest and looked away from the book. This was the third book where the actions were almost impossible for you to imagine. You should've said something sooner, but it embarrassed you.
"That's okay. What don't you understand?" Agatha was quick to spread your thighs. "It's very physical; it's easier to explain if I can do it to you." Her hands massaged your thighs in just the right way to get you to relax. The thought of touching you had become overwhelming. Agatha was starting to feel things she'd never felt before. She'd heard many names for it. Love, lust, desire. All of them were genuine feelings, but she wasn't sure which one described how she felt. "Don't be shy. I won't judge you."
You turned back a few pages and scanned them to find one of the words. "Well, a lot of it doesn't make sense. What's a clit, and what does fingering mean in this context? I thought you fingered instruments. How do you do that to a person?" You flipped back even further. "And why does it say she's wet all the time? Does she have a bladder problem?"
Agatha could only smile. She rolled down your shorts until the top was at the middle of your thighs. It was indeed a blessing how thin the underwear in heaven was. Her thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit. "This is your clit. It's a bunch of tiny little nerves down there." She wrapped her free arm around your waist to keep you still. "It's really sensitive, so you have to be careful." Feeling your squirm and wiggle was so much fun. "And if you keep rubbing it just right-"
"I feel sticky!" You would've jumped out of Agatha's lap if she wasn't holding you. A strange buzzing formed under your skin. It was so warm and inviting but so bold and new at the same time. Sitting still was nearly impossible. "Is it supposed to be sticky," you asked frantically.
Agatha rubbed your stomach to ease your frantic nerves. "You're fine. Everything is fine. That's what it feels like when you're wet." Just one finger had a difficult time slipping into your cunt. You were untouched. Free of corruption and ready to be claimed. She kissed up the side of your neck to ease your nerves. "When you start moving, that counts as fingering."
A shaky breath tumbled from your lips. You were too overwhelmed to speak. It felt like a tight knot under your stomach, and you just wanted to pull the right string and watch it all unravel. Agatha was close to hitting the right spot, but you were too shy to ask.
Just before that knot could unravel, Agatha pulled her fingers away. She reveled in the way your breathing staggered. You were a mess — her mess. "Does that answer your question?"
You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. "Um, I think that's everything." It was far from everything, but you weren't even sure where to start. So you just sat there in silence. You're too flustered to pretend to read anymore. "Can we go for a walk after we finish this chapter? I need to clear my head."
"Anything for my superstar," she said. Agatha was a bit disappointed she couldn't play on your curiosity, but she had plenty of time to teach you. It wouldn't be long before Agatha had you begging for it.
𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪
"You're a succubus."
It's not an accusation. Rather, you stated a fact that had taken you almost four months to realize, but the truth nonetheless.
Agatha stopped reading as she pondered what you said. She wasn't an angel anymore, and being a human wasn't possible. It would explain her seemingly unsatisfiable appetite and the constant desire to have you. Though she could feel her body was changing, it appeared rather underwhelming. "I guess you're right."
You sat up and looked down at Agatha. "You'll never be able to come back to heaven." It broke your heart. All you wanted was to be with Agatha forever. How was that supposed to happen if she was stuck on Earth — or worse, be forced to live in hell? Your chest tightened, and you felt hot tears prick the corners of your eyes.
"Don't cry. Nothing is going to change between us." Agatha wiped away your tears. "I promise what we have down here is much better than anything we could make up there." She kissed your lips firmly. Heaven was the least of her concerns. Agatha wanted to be with you. It didn't matter where you two were. "Earth has the both of us, a nice cabin, and a magnificent garden. What else do we need?"
You sniffled as you considered Agatha's words. "B-but, who are you going to feed from? I don't want you running off and doing that with other people!" A moment of silence passed between the two of you. Then your face got hot. "I don't know how to do any of that stuff. Are you sure you want to do that with me?" Your face felt incredibly hot. Intimacy was a mostly unexplored area for you. "What if I'm so bad at it that you end up starving?"
"I don't think that's how it works," she said affectionately, "but I think it'd be better if we found out." Agatha pinned you down to the bed. It was much nicer having you underneath her. You looked like a scared doe. "You're too cute for your own good," she whispered before kissing you.
You held on to the collar of Agatha as you feverishly kissed her back. It felt good. You turned your head and tried to collect your breath. "Will it hurt?" You trusted Agatha, but you were terrified. "Do I have to take all my clothes off?"
"I'd never hurt you." Agatha immediately leaned down to attack your neck with open mouth kisses. She cursed the fact every angel in heaven was so nosy. All she wanted was to stake her claim over you, but there was no telling how they'd react. "I've seen you naked plenty of times before."
You chuckled nervously. "Yeah, but it's a little different when it's like this." Despite your apprehension, you let Agatha have her way. Each kiss she gave you caused goosebumps to rise. "Are you sure you've never done this before? It feels really good." A small gasp escaped your lips when Agatha's teeth dug into your hip bone. "Be nice!"
Agatha just huffed at you before making her way lower. She loved the plumpness of your thighs, but they were in the way of what she wanted. You were more than wet enough for Agatha to do as she pleased. "Fuck you taste so good," she moaned after licking a long strip up your slit. Two of her fingers eased inside your hole while her tongue lapped at your sensitive nub. "You're adorable."
Your body twisted and squirmed as Agatha pleased you. It felt weird being so wet. Your slick had ruined the bedsheets. "Agatha, I don't know if I can take more of this!" Your hand tangled in her hair. One moment you were pulling her away, and the next, you pushed her closer to your cunt. "I think something is happening!"
Agatha wrapped her arms around your thighs to keep them open. She continued her assault until the inevitable happened. Her tongue stuck out flat, so no matter which way you turned, your clit would run against it. Your cunt still sucked in her fingers as greedily as it did the first time. Not a single drop of your cum was wasted. Agatha would've easily pushed you into a second orgasm if it weren't for the particularly hard push you'd given her.
Your body collapsed against the bed. Once again, you had many questions, but all of them would go unasked. Not because of shame— that was long gone now—but rather because of how tired you were. Just the thought of speaking was too much for you.
Agatha looked down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Your sweaty, desperate body was like art to her. It was the only thing she wanted to see. She leaned down and kissed you passionately. "You were more than enough for me. I never want to hear you doubt yourself again." Agatha slipped her arms underneath you and lifted you. "I know, but you have to get clean."
It was your turn to let out a defiant huff. Unlike Agatha, you didn't have a disobedient bone in your body. You let Agatha bathe and redress you, along with all the other little details she loved to fuss over. You felt so small and helpless, but you liked it. Everything felt right. Agatha could never return to heaven, but that didn’t matter. Home was down on Earth with the woman you loved the most. Being an archangel was just more work, anyway.
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If it is possible, I would like to request a smut from Agatha using a magic strap in reader pls
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
summary: pure smut. keep some holy water nearby.
content warnings: smut, choking, magic strap-on, overstimulation, passing out, magic restraints, throat fucking, use of the word mommy, slight sadism - Agatha ofc
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Desperation
A hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing as a pair of swollen lips chased your own. You were panting, the sundress you’d picked out that morning was bunched around your hips as a sturdy body pressed against you.
“So desperate tonight, aren’t you?”
Agatha’s voice was teasing, but you heard the undercurrent huskiness that signaled her own arousal. Groaning, you reached your arms around her neck, burying your fingers in her curly hair. Pressing your lips against hers roughly, you sucked harshly at her bottom lip, smirking at the strained gasp that escaped.
“I don’t see you complaining.” You remarked, slightly breathless as you pulled away briefly. Agatha made a noise of frustration as your lips disconnected from hers, and pushed you further into the wall, trapping you between it and her body. You decided to stoke the fire, tugging sharply at her hair before attaching your lips to her neck.
A low moan ripped from Agatha’s throat, and her hand tightened around your throat dangerously. You couldn’t be bothered to respond, though, and nibbled gently at the skin you’d just marked. Running your tongue up the column of her neck, you gathered the slightly salty taste as you made your way towards her ear.
“Besides, you’re to blame for my desperation.” You said, biting softly at the sensitive spot below Agatha’s ear and smiling at the shaky breath she took. You knew that you were a few words away from further punishment, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’d been in a constant state of arousal for the entire day, and now that Agatha was here, you could barely hold yourself back from humping her leg as you sought relief.
Before you could continue, a single hand snaked its way up your body, leaving behind a blazing trail over your sensitive skin before it found purchase on the back of your head. Tugging harshly, Agatha wrenched your lips from her skin, pressing your head firmly against the wall as her hips pinned the rest of your body.
The touch nearly drove you insane, your eyes rolling back slightly as waves of arousal shot through you. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, as each puff of hot air that Agatha let out seemed to wrap around your skin, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. The fingers at your throat sent your brain into a wonderful state of fuzziness, and the weight of her body pressing against your own caused a high pitched whine to escape you.
“Look at me.”
Your eyes shot open, and the sight of Agatha’s darkened blue eyes staring at you nearly made you orgasm on the spot. You felt a rush of wetness pool in your already dampened underwear, and were suddenly grateful for Agatha’s body keeping you standing. Without her, your knees would have already buckled, and the night had only just started.
“Yes ma’am.” You replied, your response time slightly delayed.
Blue eyes narrowed at the tardiness of your words, but the sight of your lips parted as your pupils rapidly dilated was enough for her to forgive you. Quickly releasing your throat and hair from her hold, Agatha gripped your wrists from where they rested on her shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents in the soft skin as she moved them above your head. The new position allowed you some movement in your upper body, and as Agatha looked down at you with lidded eyes, you arched your back.
At the sensation of your breasts brushing against her own, Agatha growled. You smirked, and her eyes flashed. Your smirk disappeared, your eyes widening as Agatha gripped your wrists with a single hand, using the other to grip your hair tightly and tilt your head up.
“Fuck.” You breathed, gasping for air as her teeth sank into your skin. She chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that had you whimpering for more. Her hips rolled against yours as she alternated between biting your skin and running her hot tongue over the sensitive marks she created.
Jerking your hips against her as she bit into a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone, you gasped at the feeling of a bulge. Rolling your hips once more, you felt Agatha smirk against your overheated skin as your clit grazed the sizable package nestled in her pants.
“Are you packing?” The words got stuck in your throat as Agatha pressed her hips firmly against your core, the damp fabric of your underwear making it easy for you to rub yourself against her bulge. This time, Agatha pulled away before you could relieve some of the unbearable aching between your legs, and you stared at her with wide, pleading eyes as a tendril of her magic twisted your wrists behind you.
Pointing towards the ground, Agatha uttered a single word. “Kneel.”
You dropped to your knees so quickly that you felt the bruises form almost immediately. Wincing, you looked up at Agatha. Your breath caught as you felt another wave of arousal shoot through you. From this angle, she looked practically regal, with her strong jawline and deft fingers undoing her belt as her darkened eyes pierced your own.
“Do you deserve this, hon?” Agatha asked, her voice raspy as she pulled the thick strap-on from the confines of her slacks. She groaned slightly as she slowly pumped it in her fist, and your eyes widened as you realized that she’d enchanted the strap.
“No ma’am, I don’t deserve it.” You said, your eyes glued to the strap-on as Agatha lewdly stroked its length. You licked your lips, glancing up to see her lips parted as she watched you. “Let me make it up to you? Please?”
Evidently, your answer was enough, and before you could register what was happening, the strap-on was pressed against your lips. You opened your mouth, moaning around the warm silicone as Agatha slowly pressed her length further inside you. Her fingers gripped the side of your head, her other hand on the wall supporting her as she watched her strap disappear down your well-trained throat.
Moaning openly at the sensation of your hot mouth taking her, she raised a single eyebrow in a silent question. At your responding smile, which looked absolutely adorable with her strap inside your mouth, she started moving.
The sound of her soft grunts filled the space between you, and you let out a moan of your own as you looked up and saw her scrunched up face. The sound of her strap sliding in and out of your throat sounded almost pornographic, and if the increased speed of Agatha’s thrusts told you anything, she loved it.
Gagging slightly, you struggled against the magic holding your wrists behind you. You wanted to rest your hands against her thighs, or around her waist, really anything that would offer you some stability. However, with a single sharp glance, Agatha let her disapproval be known at your attempts to escape her hold. The hands in your hair tightened, and within seconds you felt tears well up at the brutal pace she set.
Your head was gently hitting the wall with each thrust, and you breathed through your nose as Agatha used your throat for her own pleasure. Her head was thrown back, and you admired the strong muscles of her neck as you gazed up at her with watery eyes. She kept you there for a few solid minutes, only pulling out once your need for air overcame your desire to please her.
Coughing slightly, you bowed your head. “Did I do a good job?”
Agatha reached down, cupping your jaw as she tilted your face back up. “Yes, hon. Mommy’s very proud of you, and she thinks you deserve a reward.” She smirked at the light that entered your eyes. What an adorable little pet she had, one that jumped at any opportunity to please her and melted at the barest hints of praise.
Pulling you to your feet, Agatha released the tendril of magic that bound your wrists. You sighed in relief, placing your hands around her shoulders for balance as she walked the two of you backwards. Leaning in, your swollen lips found hers, and you kissed her like a woman starved. Nevermind the dull ache in your jaw, you simply couldn’t get enough of the woman.
Pressing a firm hand against your sternum, Agatha pushed you away after a brief but passionate kiss. Her eyes glinted as she silently spun you around, your gaze drooping to the table in front of you. At the nudge between your shoulder blades, you gulped as you lowered yourself onto the cool wood.
“Stay.” Agatha ordered, her voice raspy with need.
Sharp nails traced the backs of your thighs, and you shuddered as wisps of purple magic guided your hands to grip the edge of the table. Without any warning, your sundress disappeared, and you briefly wondered where Agatha had magicked it off to before probing fingers distracted you.
“God, you’re so wet for me.” Agatha said, mostly to herself as her eyes watched her fingers pull away from your pussy, a glistening strand of arousal stretching between them. You moaned, and her eyes snapped up towards your head, taking in your submissive pose with pride.
“Is this all for me?” Agatha crooned, waiting until you’d opened your mouth to respond before thrusting two fingers into you harshly.
A gasp left your aching throat, and you rested your damp forehead against the rapidly heating wood below you. “Yes mommy, it’s all for you. Only for you.”
Agatha smiled widely at that, her fingers curling against that sensitive spongy spot inside you as a reward for your good behavior. She let her other hand wander up your bare back, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of your neck before dragging her fingernails across your skin. She admired the red lines that stretched from your neck to your hips, tracing over them with soft fingertips as you moaned unabashedly below her.
“Please, mommy.” You didn’t really know what you were asking for. The only thing you could think of was how good it finally felt to have some of the aching pressure between your legs disappear. And the only person who could make that happen was Agatha. Then again, she was the reason for the aching pressure in the first place, but whatever.
A sharp thrust returned your wandering focus back to the present moment. You could feel Agatha’s hot breath against your dampened skin, her lips tantalizingly close to your marked neck. “Please… what? Mommy can’t help you if you don’t communicate clearly, hon.”
Her words were teasing, and you whined. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to think, much less form a proper string of words together, and she knew that. Then again, Agatha had a sadistic streak a mile long, so you should have seen it coming.
“Please,” You interrupted your own sentence with a drawn out moan as Agatha’s other hand started rubbing fast circles over your clit. You let your head drop with a clunk against the table as you felt a wave of wetness coat her thrusting fingers. Agatha laughed cruelly, and you took a soldiering breath.
“Your cock.” You moaned, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm creep up. “I want your cock mommy, please.”
Agatha’s fingers slowed, and you tried not to show too much relief when she pulled her fingers fully from you. Hearing a low moan from behind you, you panted at the thought of her cleaning her fingers of your juices. The thought was too tempting, and you twisted your head around.
Catching a glimpse of Agatha, you admired her muscular torso, realizing that she must’ve pulled her shirt off at some point. She had her fingers in her mouth, her eyes slightly closed as she sucked. Her other hand stroked her strap-on with languid strokes, and you whimpered at the sight.
Blue eyes shot open at the sound, and Agatha’s gaze hardened at your change of position. Reaching out, she roughly grabbed the back of your head, pushing you back down against the table. You strained against the pressure, wanting to see her, or even just catch a glance of her.
“Good girls stay still when their mommies order them too,” Agatha hissed, lining her strap with your soaked pussy. She admired your swollen lips briefly before glancing back up at your head. She moved her hand down to the back of your neck, applying enough pressure to keep you in place, but not enough to make you uncomfortable.
Pressing the tip of her strap into your pussy, Agatha held back a moan. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”
You nodded as best you could, feeling tears well up at the thought of displeasing Agatha. “Yes mommy, I’m a good girl. I’ll do whatever you say, just please keep making me feel good.” You nearly bit your tongue as Agatha suddenly entered you in a single thrust. You felt the table rock beneath you, and you let yourself relax as Agatha began fucking into you with earnest.
Blue eyes watched you carefully, a purple wisp entering your mind as you entered into a comfortable lavender haze. Agatha was always proud whenever you trusted her enough to drop into subspace, and now was no exception. That being said, she had no qualms about being rough with you, and quickened her pace.
The pleasurable heat of your slick pussy nearly sent Agatha over the edge, but she held back her orgasm as she moved both hands to grip tightly at your waist. Moans tumbled from your lips as she left fingerprint sized bruises on your hips, her pace never faltering as she brought you to the edge of an orgasm.
“Gonna come, mommy. Please, I’m so close.” You panted, hearing the sloshing sounds of your arousal as Agatha fucked into you.
“You can come as many times as you want, sweetheart. Do you want to come?” Agatha asked, angling the strap until it hit your g-spot perfectly. You jolted, a high pitched whine escaping as you nodded frantically, nails scrabbling for purchase against the wooden table as you felt your muscles tighten.
Agatha bent down, still fucking roughly into you as she licked the shell of your ear. “Come for mommy.”
Your orgasm washed over you like a never-ending wave of lavender and electricity. You spasmed, feeling your muscles expand and contract as you shook against the damp table. Your breaths came out in short, quick bursts, and your ears rang as you felt yourself relax.
Then, you tensed up again. Agatha’s pace never slowed. If anything, it sped up as she reached out for your hair. Wrapping her hand in it, she pulled your head back until your back was flush with her front. Your hips hit the table with each thrust, and you moaned at the feeling of her slick skin sliding against your own.
“Thank you mommy.” Your words sounded distant, foreign almost. Agatha’s deep chuckle, however, reverberated through your brain until the only thing you could think about was her.
Your second orgasm crashed through you like a raging wildfire, and you’re pretty sure you screamed at some point, the sensation of Agatha’s strap deep inside you and her hands roaming your sweaty skin too much to handle. The last thing you remember is Agatha’s worried blue eyes locked on your own.
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“Hon? Are you awake?” You stirred, mumbling something as you felt soft fabrics all around you. Your eyes feel gunky, and you realize that the tears you’d shed had caked up around your eyelids. Reaching up, you notice that your arm feels strangely heavy. You can’t understand why, until you clumsily wipe at your eyes, and see Agatha fully wrapped around you.
A relieved sigh escapes Agatha’s lips, and you smile groggily down at her. “What happened?”
A hand strokes along your bare stomach gently as Agatha responds. “You passed out during your second orgasm, from the overstimulation.” She turns her wide blue eyes on you, and you’re surprised to see unshed tears in them.
Reaching down, you swipe your thumbs over her cheeks lovingly. Smiling softly, you whisper, “I’m not upset, Aggie. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Agatha blinks, her eyes still laced with worry. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” You say, pulling her up for a brief kiss. You pour all of your gratitude and reassurances into the kiss, smiling when you feel Agatha relax against you. “Besides, now we can take a nice long bath.”
Pulling away slightly, Agatha looks at you in confusion. You laugh, pushing some of her wild curls away from her face and behind her ear. “Now it's your turn for an orgasm. I’m not the only one in need of release.”
You reach down, your fingers grazing the sides of the strap-on still attached to Agatha’s hips. She jolts, having forgotten that she was still wearing it. Groaning, she feels her arousal return tenfold, and pulls you from the bed after making sure that you were alright.
As you prepare a bath, filled to the brim with bubbles, Agatha pulls you into a tight embrace. After a deep kiss, your lips now bruised from her never-ending bites, she pulls away and swipes a finger through your still-slick center. Pulling you into the water, Agatha looks at you with blown pupils, her arms wrapping around you as she guides your hand to where she needs you most.
Pressing your front against her back, you let your lips graze her neck gently. Your hands grip her hips as you pull her flush against you. You briefly consider teasing her, but at the sound of water sloshing when Agatha cants her hips upwards in search of stimulation, you decide against it.
You wrap your fingers around the strap, squeezing slightly as you begin to slowly pump your fist. You nearly come for a third time when Agatha lets out a drawn-out moan, her head dropping onto your shoulder as her hands grip the sides of the tub.
Admiring the taunt muscles of Agatha’s neck, you let your tongue drag a long swipe up the column of her throat before murmuring in her ear, “You’re doing so good for me mommy.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” Agatha responded, her voice tight as her eyes clenched shut. You smiled against her neck, sinking your teeth into the soft skin near her collarbone as you moved your hand faster.
Frantic hips rose rapidly to meet your hand, and you heard Agatha’s orgasm before you felt it. The water in the tub sloshed as Agatha’s body went completely taunt, her muscles seizing as you pumped your fist rapidly up and down her length.
A breathy moan sounded in your ear, and one of Agatha’s hands moved quickly to grip your wrist. Her fingernails dug into your soft skin as she began speaking incoherently. “God, you’re so… fuck. Right there, don’t stop baby. I can’t… holy shit. So go- so good for me.”
With a few final pumps of your fist, Agatha came. Her body spasmed, and you wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her still as you drew the last drops of ecstasy from her. After a few long seconds, her body fully relaxed against you. Pushing your hand away, Agatha twisted her fingers as purple wisps danced around the strap, whisking it off and towards the sink to be cleaned.
Agatha sighed, intertwining her fingers with your own as you rubbed circles against her stomach. She tilted her head, her blue eyes glinting dangerously as she took you in. “I need to get you desperate more often.”
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I don’t know if you write about about Agatha Harkness but I would love to see Aggs with sick reader. Agatha tries to take care of her but panics because reader is the most valuable thing she has 😊
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〚 Summary - You get sick, Agatha tries to make it better. 〛
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“You okay over there?” A soft voice pulled you out of your daydream, “You’ve hardly said two words since we got home.”
Your girlfriend was standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. Her dark hair was neatly arranged, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of worry and affection behind them as a thin furrow creased her brow.
You offered her a small smile as you nodded, "I'm alright, today was just really tiring," You said, in reference to the day you'd both spent hiking together. While that was partly true, the majority of your silence could easily be pinned down to the scratchiness which had formed at the back of your throat a few hours ago - but you didn't want to worry her with that.
“Hmm, if you say so,” She replied, clearly not entirely convinced by your response, “You know, I can always whip up a little something to soothe those tired muscles of yours if you fancy.”
That did sound tempting, you had no idea how she did it, but Agatha always managed to make some sort of concoction which would almost always help. The first few times she’d offered you were worried her remedies would have you turning blue or growing a second head, but you’d come to learn that being in a relation with a skilled witch had their advantages.
“That’d be really nice Aggs,” You nodded to which your girlfriend smiled widely in excitement before turning on her heels as she hurried off to make something.
In the meantime, you sank further into the sofa. Only getting up to grab one of the knitted blankets you kept in a basket before returning back to your original position. As you settled back down, your small orange kitty purred and came to curl up on your lap. The pair of you taken her in a year ago and she never failed to cheer you up.
As you closed your eyes, the exhaustion from the day's activities combined with the soothing warmth of the blanket and the gentle purring of your cat began to lull you into a drowsy state. The hazy evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room as you drifted off to sleep.
Not too long later, Agatha returned to the room, proudly holding a steaming cup in her hands, “Here you go dear, I made-” She paused her eyes lingering on your peaceful form, smiling innocently as she watched you slept.
But the concern she had felt earlier only grew stronger as she saw the flush which had settled on your cheeks, a contrast to your pale skin. She placed the mug on a nearby table and approached you, looking over your features with worry.
"You're not well," Agatha murmured to herself, her fingers gently brushing against your forehead. The heat radiating from her you sent a shiver of worry down Agatha's spine. A small purple glow came through her fingertips before she continued, "You've got a fever. Why didn’t you say something darling?” She sighed to herself before, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you continued to sleep.
After debating what to do, Agatha carefully picked up your sleeping form, cradling you in her arms as if you were the most fragile treasure. With a soft, worried expression, she carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and tucking you in and smiling as the orange kitty followed suit and came to lay alongside you.
“They’ll be okay Penny, don’t worry.” She whispered to the cat, but it was more so to herself than anything before she returned to the living room, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. She needed to bring your fever down and make you comfortable, that was first on the agenda.
Agatha began rummaging through her collection of herbs and potions, her hands moving with practiced precision. She mixed together a concoction designed to bring down your fever, her brow furrowing as she concentrated, trying to remind calm despite the panic settled beneath her skin – you were far too important to her.
Returning to the bedroom, Agatha sat beside you, carefully lifting your head and helping you sip the potion. "Come on, my love, you need to drink this for me please," She urged gently, her voice a soothing murmur. You stirred slightly, groggily complying, the taste slightly bitter but not unbearable.
Agatha stayed by your side, dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth and murmuring sweet nothings as you dozed off and on. As the evening turn to night the room was enveloped in a tranquil hush, broken only by the occasional muffled sounds of Agatha's soft humming and the rhythmic purring of the orange kitty nestled beside you.
The hours passed by in a blur, the fever slowly relenting under the influence of Agatha's potion and care. Your sleep was restless, punctuated by moments of discomfort and delirium, but Agatha remained a steadfast presence by your side. She continued to adjust your blankets, occasionally waking you up to take sips of the cool water she’d retrieved before stroking your head as she lulled you back down to sleep.
Before long the first light of dawn painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, and when you woke up, your fever had finally broken. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found yourself staring into Agatha's loving gaze. She smiled warmly; relief evident in her eyes.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "How are you feeling?"
Your voice was a mere whisper, hoarse from the earlier scratchiness, but you managed a small smile. "Better… thanks to you."
Agatha's smile widened, and she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm just glad you're on the mend now love. You had me worried there for a while."
You shifted slightly, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. Agatha was quick to help you find a more comfortable position, her touch gentle and soothing. "You still need to rest," she advised, her tone firm yet caring, "But I’m going to right here by your side.”
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figurants still exist even during commercials break | agatha harkness
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synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]
warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).
Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.
You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.
You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.
Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.
But apparently you are not that lucky.
Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.
There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.
And it only took one snap.
In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.
And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.
There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.
That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.
You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?
Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.
Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?
Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.
You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.
Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.
When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.
You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.
It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.
Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.
Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.
And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.
So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.
You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.
You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.
You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.
You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?
You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.
In your defense...
You have none.
Except that you didn't fell into the water.
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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.
It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.
When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.
Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.
Now she has the chance.
And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.
She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.
There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.
Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.
But you.
Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.
"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."
Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.
"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."
"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.
Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.
Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.
But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.
So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.
What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.
As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."
Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."
You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.
You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.
You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.
But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?
Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.
And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.
Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.
Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.
You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.
It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.
At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.
You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.
You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.
So you gave them both what they wanted.
You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.
For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.
"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."
"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"
"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."
"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."
Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."
You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."
"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"
"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.
That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.
Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?
What can you do? What should you do?
Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.
"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."
Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.
Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.
Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.
And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.
"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."
Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.
And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.
And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.
You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.
You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.
And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.
"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"
"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"
Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.
"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"
Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.
Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.
But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.
She saw determination.
When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.
At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."
"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."
When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.
You need to.
On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.
It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.
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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.
The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.
Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.
Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.
When you opened it again, they were perfect.
Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.
And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.
You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.
Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.
You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?
Is this how Wanda always feels?
You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.
But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.
You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.
But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?
That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.
It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:
1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;
2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;
3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;
4) You have a husband.
And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!
He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!
And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.
His snoring kept you awake all night.
You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.
"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.
You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.
You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.
You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.
She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.
The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.
"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.
"What?"
"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."
"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."
You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.
With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.
Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.
You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.
Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.
When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.
You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.
Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.
You didn't move an inch.
Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.
She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."
Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.
"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"
You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."
You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"
Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."
"And when will you be done?"
Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"
You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"
Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.
"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.
Fuck.
"On the bathroom."
"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"
"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."
Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"
You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."
Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"
"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"
Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"
"You're using Wanda."
"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."
"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."
"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"
There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.
"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."
With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.
When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"
"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.
"More than anything."
"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."
You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"
"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."
You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.
Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.
You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."
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a/n: I think this one was requested in the comments! hopefully you enjoy it! also, i made up villains sort of because my brain broke
warning(s): mention of blood and injury
word count: 283
Agatha looked on to your crumbled form lying still on the ground. The two of you were surrounded, asailants smirking as they continued to close in on what they thought would be a clean kill. Agatha's mind kept replaying the last few minutes, hours, taunting her with the vision of you collasping.
It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, with you and her meeting up for coffee before going to your apartment for a marathon of the original Barbie movies. But now, she watched as your blood trickled onto the pavement, staining the grey a gruesome red. She couldn't understand why you would take the blow for her, why you would risk your precious life for someone of her nature. The air surrounding her crackled with energy, encompasing the attackers. With your image burned into her eyes, Agatha conjured magic to wrap around their throats, rage fueling her energy.
Everything went dark.
Your eyes flickered open, vision blurry.
You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing.
Bodies flying, their armor and weapons being stripped from them, disentragrating in front of your eyes. A thump sounded by your ear, startling you to sit up. You scrambled away once you saw what it was. The body of one of your attackers, disfigured beyond measure, purple magic weaving beneath his skin. A booted foot kicked him away from you, your girlfriend looking down at you, concern glowing in her blue eyes.
Blood was splattered across her face as she kneeled next to you, arms reaching out to comfort you.
You'd never been more attracted to her.
As she brought you into her warm arms, she whispered in your ears.
"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."
a/n: i apologize for the cheesiness of the end and the overall writing but i thought i should come back to this series!!
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way down we go (i)
a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜
word count: 1.4k
warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)
pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha
prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)
You knew you would never escape this feeling.
The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.
This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.
She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.
"Y/N."
Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.
"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."
You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.
"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."
Without hesitating you answered.
"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."
As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.
Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.
"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."
Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.
"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."
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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.
You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.
You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.
We finally have enough to catch this bastard.
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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.
You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.
Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.
aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?
Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.
You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.
You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.
This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.
This
Can
Not
Be
Happening.
Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.
aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3
Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?
Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?
You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.
"Y/N, are you-"
"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.
"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.
As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.
You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.
No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.
a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much
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BRUTUS.
Summary: Simply, young Nicholas Scratch fucking around and finding out.” (that's literally what I wrote on the google doc.)
Warnings: Religious themes, child abuse, talks about parenting, Agatha being fucked up, literal murder and then resurrection, violence, the normal™
Word count: 1,6k+
Note: I wrote this purely based on a leak from the Agatha series that will release next year. This is not canon, never will be, if it ever is canon, I want credits for it /J. Also based on the song Brutus by The Buttress, as I am obsessed with this song for so many years now. By the way, I haven't started reading the comics yet, I only know Nicholas Scratch by what I've read on his wiki and Agatha's. Another thing: English is not my first language, if you see any typos, please tell me and I'll fix it!
On AO3: 🔮
The boy could feel his mother's eyes on him. Piercing through him, hurting his feelings, hurting his heart — his little boy, going through her things like a little rascal. Has she not educated him enough? She was gripping his ear scoldingly, her long and curly black hair swishing around his forehead while all the things the little boy could see and hear was her blue eyes, shining with that purple aura he always were afraid of, and her voice - booming through his ears and making him cry and whimper like a lost puppy.
"I'm sorry, mother! I'm sorry!" He would scream. He would wail. He would plead.
"You're not sorry. Nicholas, you're not sorry." She would grit through her teeth, her smile scary and making little Nicholas Scratch shiver in fear. His mother was strict, the strictest of them all, while mama was so loving. Mama was sweet. He was a mama's boy, as mother would call him. The biggest mama's boy — pathetic and weak, as Rio would just defend him for anything wrong he did when he looked at her with those big eyes and pathetic pout. He wasn't strong enough. He never will be strong enough in Agatha Harkness' eyes. "Why did you touch that damned book? What's wrong with your head?"
"I was curious, mother!" Nicholas wailed, tears going down his face in angry streaks. Agatha was carrying him through the wood cabin, towards Rio, who was at the basement mixing up potions. Another weakling. Too much interested in potions and nature to be strong and able; the Darkhold used to whisper to Agatha about how her wife was pathetic. About how her son was pathetic. "I was just curious. The book... The book was calling out to me... I h-heard my name..."
Agatha stops in her tracks, almost dropping the boy down to the hardwood floor. She looks at Nicholas, who was still crying profusely, his face red and face puffy, some snot in his nose. "What? What did you say?"
No. That shouldn't be possible. He wasn't- He couldn't. He was her son, obviously — But... How? How could he be worthy? At such a young age?
"I heard my name... I thought you or m-mama were calling me... So I searched for you." Nicholas answers, his voice small and broken, hiccuping through his sentences. Nicholas dries his tears with the back of his chubby hand, looking up at his mother and looking for some softness in her eyes. He didn't find any. "I went into the- The library. I thought- I thought you were there. But it was only that book you told me n-not to read... I only touched it once! I'm sorry, mother!"
"We can't have that. I told you to not touch it. I told you to not even look at it." Agatha rasps out, her eyes closed and her breath uneven, as if she was controlling herself to not do anything she would regret afterwards. She felt like God, when Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit from Heaven. "Why did you disobey me?"
"I'm sorry! Please, mother, forgive me." Nicholas whispers, gripping Agatha's dark robes and hugging Agatha, his tears staining Agatha's linen clothes. She looks down at Nicholas, her eyes shining with her purple magic, but she could also feel another thing. Darkness. The darkness from the Darkhold's magic — the thing holding her from committing one of the biggest mistakes in her life.
"Nicholas, can you come with me? I want to show a place to you."
Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken.
Agatha didn't want this.
She didn't want to be a mother - that was Rio's dream, not hers. Her dream was to get even more powerful, to find ways to decipher that one damned book, and to just conquer everything. She didn't have time for this. For a child.
The first time she saw Nicholas, she knew he wasn't going to be the best kid. The most intelligent. The most powerful. He was just a normal kid, with his eyes green and curious like Rio's, his curls rebellious like Agatha's, and his chubby hands that loved to play with the wet dirt in the forest next to the family's cabin. He was, most of all, curious and nosy. Nicholas loved to snoop on Agatha's things, to watch while Rio brewed her potions and made her rituals in the cabin's basement — he wanted to learn, but he wasn't going to learn anything. Agatha created a futile heir, so futile that she didn't want her surname, Harkness, powerful and almighty, to be related to that child. Nicholas Scratch it is — only a scratch of what Agatha wanted him to be.
As they went into the dark forest, hand in hand, Agatha was growing tired of hearing Nicholas' sobs, pained as Agatha squeezed his tiny hands in hers, her own boney and scarred and most of all, corrupted. Corrupted by the very thing that was convincing her to do that — to sacrifice her own... creation. Her own vessel. To get stronger. To finally achieve what she wanted.
Power.
"M-mother, where are we going?"
Agatha didn't answer. She threw Nicholas on the wet grass, next to a big boulder that was covered in mud and moss. She flicked her wrist, taking out the Darkhold of the pocket dimension she created to store it in. As Agatha pulled the Darkhold, in a cloud of dark purple and black magic, Nicholas started to cry louder, his weeping making the birds on the trees fly away to somewhere they knew they wouldn't be hurt by the monster in the woods.
O mihi potestatem. Propitius esto, et intende conatus meos ut hoc tibi do.
Agatha would whisper, her eyes closed and sparkling purple through her eyelids. She lifts her wrist, her whole body sparkling purple, the noise and Nicholas' pained screams echoing by the until now silent forest. She looks down at the body in front of her, now lifeless and cold, dry and dead — just like that one damned day in 1693, where she looked down at the dead bodies of her coven members and coven leader. She couldn't call Evanora her mother - a mother wouldn't do what she did with Agatha. Her own daughter. Her own blood.
No mother would.
Brutus betrayed him.
Brutus killed him.
Brutus sacrificed him.
As he got up and looked around, he saw a forest covered by snow and darkness. How much time passed, he couldn't say. He didn't know what date it was — and yet, he knew exactly where to go. With his body full of hatred, Nicholas Scratch got up, feet weak and unsure, as he got used to the bigger body he now had. He was now an adult — what his mother's magic did to him, he didn't know. Only thing he noticed was now he had an adult body and the mind of a troubled kid who wanted nothing but to avenge what was done to him many, many years ago.
His hair was long just like his mother's. Curly and unruly, getting past his lower back in a mess of black and some white strands — he was literally a portrait of the one who betrayed him. Nicholas had nothing in common with his mama, the one that really loved him for what he was; only the troubled green in his eyes that contrasted with the weak green from the leaves that were not covered by the thick snow. Nicholas couldn't even feel the cold, piercing through his body. He was blind. Blind by hatred, sadness and by the desire of revenge.
As he marched through the forest, his feet unsure, he pulled strands and strands of his hair, hissing through his teeth. He didn't want this. He wanted to rip every part of his body that reminded him of Agatha Harkness. He could cut his head off, then give it to some wild bear to eat, together with his own body and skin and meat and soul.
Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.
He ripped a tuft of hair from his head, looking at it being held by his trembling hand. Nicholas growls, throwing the tuft out in the woods and running — running in bare feet as he gets out of the woods. He could see an old cabin, full of moss and broken, the wood chopped and glass shattered. His family's old cabin.
Nicholas runs even faster, getting to the door and just throwing his body against it, the door falling on the other side of the cabin in a loud thud. He gets up from the floor, looking around in an exasperated manner, his eyes crazed and twitching. The state of the cabin was chaotic — things on the floor, dust in the air. He could still smell the darkness and electricity from Agatha's magic, contrasting with the familiar scent from Rio's magic, calming and misty. He knew that the magic that stayed in the cabin wasn't recent - if it was recent, there would be the magic aura mixing together, purple and green. There was nothing.
"Mama?" Nicholas rasps out, his voice gravelly and throaty. He walks through the cabin, going straight to the stairs that went to the bewitched basement below him. He jumps to the last step, his feet almost failing and throwing him to the ground as he holds himself on the wall. Nicholas enters the basement, the basement looking even messier than the rest of the cabin. Nicholas could see some dried blood stains on the walls - that made him almost puke, thinking about what Agatha did to Rio.
Mama can't be dead. She can't. She can't. She can't. She can't. Nicholas would chant, his hands holding his own head while he walked around the basement, looking for anything that could be proof that Rio was okay. Anything.
Nicholas screamed his mother's name, hatred dripping from his tongue, his voice echoing through the walls.
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Kathryn Hahn Masterlist
🌸 = Fluff // 🔥 = SMUT // ⚡️= angst // 🌤️ = Hurt/Comfort
Agatha Harkness
coming soon
Claire Debella
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Eve Fletcher
coming soon
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Heeeey if it is okay for you, I would like to request amab! Agatha Harkness x fem! reader
I love my witch
-Arigato
My Little Bunny
Pairings: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Word Count: 1726
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, AMAB Agatha, Tit Fucking, Gags, Bondage, Womb Tattoo, Light Choking, Degration, Magic Used for Sex, Daddy Kink, Use of Bunny as a pet name.
A/N: I hope you like this. I was not prepared for an Agatha request so it took me a bit to think of how to write for it.
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You lay there with your hands tied together above your head connected by purple wisps. Agatha watching as you squirm on the bed kicking your legs in protest. She loves it when you put up a fight so that is what you do. You want to rile her up to get exactly what you want. More purple wisps wrapping around your ankles and pulling them apart. She smiles above you as you squirm more.
“Oh bunny, you look so pretty spread out for me. All mine for the taking.” Agatha purrs as she strokes herself as you squirm on the bed. “Awwww look at you trying to get away from daddy when daddy knows how much of a whore bunny is for daddy’s cock.” You can’t help but try and rub your legs together for some form of release.
“Daddy.” You whimper looking up at agatha as you desperately try and get some release. “Yes bunny?” Agatha asks in a faux gentle tone her eyes darkening at the sight of your dripping pussy. “Mmmm, want daddy.” You look at her pleadingly. But all you get in return is a smirk as she continues to pump her cock.
She moves forward and gets on the bed next to you gently stroking at your stomach her hard pulsing cock just inches away. You wiggle your hand trying to reach out and grab her but all you manage to do is make her tighten her magic on your wrist making you whimper. She smirks, throwing her legs over you and straddling your stomach. Looking down at you as you’re so helpless. She shuffles up a bit, her hands falling to your breast pinching and twisting at your nipples. “Daddy please.” You squirm more under her, your head falling back the more she plays with your nipples pinching them hard. “Ahhhhh! Daddy that hurts.”
She takes one hand away waving it. A puff of purple smoke is in front of your eyes before a gag is in your mouth. “Oh much better. Can’t complain if you can’t talk, can you bunny?” Agatha smirks down at you as you try and talk back but all that comes out is a muffled mess. “Oh sweet pea you're just here for daddy to use.” Her hands going back to your breast tweaking your nipples before she pushes them together. She slides her cock up through the middle of your breast moaning at the sensation. “Fuck bunny these tits are just to perfect for daddy not to fuck them.” She slowly starts to thrust herself between your breasts causing you to moan.
Her thrust speeds up as she uses you for her own pleasure. Your body meant just for her and no one else and tonight she was going to make sure no one else could ever have you. Her thrust stayed steady as she used your breast. “Mmmm fuck so fucking good.” Her head falling back in pleasure. Your whimpers are heard around the gag in your mouth watching her breast bounce with every thrust of her hips. All you want to do is touch her but Agatha loves how pathetic you get when you can’t do so. Your eyes look at her pleadingly in hopes she looks at you, but she doesn’t just enjoying the feeling of your breast wrapped around her cock.
Her thrust being more desperate as her hips stutter. She finally looks down at you, her pupils blown as she continues to thrust. “Going to look so good covered in my cum.” Her voice is a bit shaky. You nod your head wanting nothing more than for your daddy to cum, to give her the pleasure she deserves so much. Her thrust got more sloppy the closer she got to her release. Her hips stutter almost coming to a stop as white hot spurts of cum cover your chest and face. Both of you moaning at the same time. Agatha slowly fucking your breast as she rides out her high.
“So good bunny.” Agatha pants above your. She gently let your breast go before climbing off of you. Her gaze on your chest and face admiring the beautiful artwork she has created. Her hand lightly stroking your cheek causing you to turn your head and nuzzle into her hand. “Always a good girl for daddy bunny.” She smiles gently at you. “Now does bunny want daddy to fill her tight cunt with daddy’s big cock.” You frantically nod your head, your thighs twitching with anticipation. Babbling around your gag wishing she would just take it off of you. But Agatha has no plans of removing it or your restraints.
Agatha moves between your legs stroking her cock again. “Daddy is going to make sure that bunny is hers forever.” She takes her cock swiping the head through your folds purposefully nudging your clit. Loving to her your whimpers and moans as she does so. Your body squirms as you pray from some kind of friction. Without warning Agatha slams her cock into your waiting hole. Filling you to the brim and starting a brutal pace.
As you moan around the gag your spit dribbles out the sides and down your face. Agatha plants her hands beside your head and leans over you, her pace never faltering. “Look at you, just a drooling dumb baby. Taking daddy’s cock so good. Getting off on the fact that daddy fucked your tits and making a mess out of you.” She groans as you clench around her length. “Fucking whore taking what ever daddy gives you. Fuck I never want to leave this pussy it was made just for me.” She thrust harder, your whole body moving as the headboard bangs off the wall.
Agatha moves up looking down at you admiring your fucked out state. Your eyes droopy and glossy, the spit dribbling down your chin and neck. She wants to keep you like this forever. Her cock buried deep in your pussy and the only thoughts in your head are of her fucking you. The way both of you like it.
Agatha slows her thrust a bit, but thrust hard and deep. Your moans spilling out around the gag. She places her hand over your lower abdomen feeling her cock press against her hand. She pushes down where her cock is ellisiting a guttural moan from you. Your body is shaking from the intense please. She looks to your eyes to see you staring right at her. You start to feel a burning sensation where her hand is placed, your eyes quickly snapping down to look. Seeing a purple glow under her hand.
You start to whine and fight against the restraints bucking your hips. It hurts so good that you don’t know if you want it to continue or for her to stop. Her thrust never stopping. “This will make sure no one else will ever touch what is mine. You belong to me whore and no one can ever take you from me.”
With tears in your eyes you nod your head wanting nothing more than to be with her forever. She smiles at you and removes her hand. That is when you see the light purple glow under your skin. You can’t read what it is but you notice markings. Ones that Agatha always told you not to worry about because they are for your own protection. “Mine forever.” She punctuates each word with the thrust of her hips.
Bucking up to meet her thrust and clenching hard. Begging with your eyes as you feel the knot in your stomach painfully tight and ready to snap. Trying to mumble out around the gag to ask her for permission but she already knows. She knows your body like the back of her hand. A smirk overtaking her face.
“Wait bunny. Daddy wants to cum with her precious little bunny.” Her thrust speed back up letting you also fuck yourself on her cock as you buck faster. “That’s it bunny.” She moans when you clench. You do your best to keep up.
You start to feel her thrust getting sloppier and sloppier. Her hand moving to your neck and wrapping her hand around squeezing the sides. A moan being caught in your throat. Both of you teetering on the edge of bliss.
“Cum with me bunny.” Agatha moans out with one final thrust, her seed spilling inside you painting your walls white. Your head falling back and your back arching off the bed as you cum hard around her cock, your walls pulsing around her as you milk her dry. Her light thrust as she helps you both to ride out your respective highs.
Agatha pants above you before she slumps on top of you. You let out a whimper at her movement, her cock dragging along the walls of your sensitive pussy. “Sorry bunny.” She whispers in your ear and gently kisses your cheek.
She lets her magic dissipate and you moan in relief as you can close your jaw and move your joints. Agatha rolls your bodies so that you are laying on top of her, her cock still buried deep inside of you. “Was that okay bunny?” She asks. No matter how possessive she gets and how intense she can be she always checks on you and makes sure she doesn't do too much.
“That was good daddy.” You reply sleepily nuzzling your face into her neck. You move your hand down to try and remove her cock from inside you but she slaps your hand away. You look up at her confused. “Daddy?”
“Daddy is going to stay inside. Want to make sure my spell takes, bunny. Don’t you want to be daddy’s forever?” Which you nod to and hide in her neck. “That’s my good girl.” She rubs your back feeling your body getting heavier on top of hers. “Go to sleep, bunny daddy will be here when you get up.”
She smiles as you mumble. “Night night daddy.” Kissing your head and cuddling you closer as you drift off to sleep. “Night bunny, sleep tight.” She finally has all she has ever wanted. For you to be with her forever and it’s even better that you want the same thing. She kisses your head one final time before drifting off to sleep with you.
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Around The Christmas Tree
Summary: An omega certainly wasn't on Agatha's wishlist, but she finds herself appreciating you despite her hesitations.
Warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!Agatha, innocence kink, knotting, rough sex, oral sex, fingering,
A/N: First time writing Agatha and it made me feel very slutty and breedable
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Through the years, Agatha found herself putting up with a lot of Wanda's insanity. Cranking out insane contracts or developing something new for a market of consumers every week were the perils of associating with such a young, overarching alpha. Many people praised and congratulated Agatha for her patience with Wanda, some even insist she be compensated for it. Agatha always insisted the money she got was enough, but she started to question how true that was after a while. It was one faithful Christmas day when she concluded that money was not enough to make up for Wanda's insanity. Nothing would be at that rate.
By no means was Agatha a Grinch, but she much preferred quieter celebrations rather than the company's annual Christmas bash. That didn't stop her lovely co-worker from stopping by her house with an uncomfortably large gift box.
"Do I even wanna know what's inside this thing?" Agatha carefully examined the box in the middle of her leaving room. It was heavy and probably something she didn't need. "Are those…breathing holes??" For a moment, she considered sticking her finger through one just to get an idea of what was inside. Then, it dawned on her. Breathing holes meant that whatever was inside the box was alive. "Maximoff, what is in this box!?"
Wanda shrugged with an oblivious smile. "I don't know, open it." The younger alpha sat down on the couch. Slightly drunk and buzzing with excitement. She had taken pity on her fellow alpha. Much older and so stiff she'd barely made any other friends. "I'm sure you'll love them, just open the crate and look in!"
Agatha hesitantly removed the lid only to immediately slam it back down. A small yelp could be heard underneath her. "Wanda, what did you do?" She asked through gritted teeth. If looks could kill, Wanda would be dead four times over. "You can't just buy people mates! That's unethical!"
Wanda rolled her eyes as she got up and removed the lid. "Don't do that, omegas are real sensitive!" She grumbled and opened the box all the way. There you sat, barely clothed and completely unaware of your surroundings. Wanda picked you up and presented you to Agatha like you were some newborn puppy. "They're so cute and they really need a home, just take them!"
Agatha couldn't bring herself to look at you. You weren't ugly, the exact opposite. If she looked into those big puppy dog eyes, she'd never be able to look away. "I don't care how cute they are, you can't just dump a mate on someone like this!" Standing her ground wasn't easy. "Take them back or something. I seriously don't have time for this!"
Wanda looked at you with a knowing smirk. "Alright then," She said with an exaggerated sigh. "I guess I'll just have to take them home with me." Your legs carefully wrapped around Wanda's waist as she walked towards the door. "I just hope Tasha's willing to share with me."
Agatha groaned as she took you from Wanda's hands. "No, absolutely not! The last thing the world needs is another mini Maximoff running around!" She settled you into her arms and began pushing Wanda out of the house. "Now go away, I have to find clothes for this poor thing."
You nuzzled into Agatha's firm grasp. "If it helps…I think your house is way cooler than Ms.Maximoff's." The gentle squeeze of your body made you laugh. You let yourself be carried around the large house. "Do you live here all by yourself?"
"Well, I used to. At least I have an excuse to use one of those guest rooms now." Agatha sat you down on her bed. She glanced over your body a few times before humming. "I don't think I have any clothes that'll fit right so I'll buy you some tomorrow, just find something you like for now."
You nodded and entered the closet. "Wow, this thing is huge! Can I sleep in here?" Never before had you seen a closet so big or so full. Shoes that were at least twice your worth as an omega and brands couldn't even begin to pronounce. "Oh, these are so cool! I want some!"
"I was hoping you'd sleep in an actual bed, but I'm not going to stop you."
After explaining all the high-quality brands she owned and washing you up, Agatha had finally gone to bed. Well, she lay in her bed underneath the covers but sleep just wouldn't come to her. A billion thoughts swarmed in her head about what to do with you. Agatha couldn't comprehend what dubious methods Wanda had gone through to get you. She continued to toss and turn throughout the night. Her brain had been plagued by thoughts of you. It wasn't until your scent filled the air and you entered her bedroom that she calmed down.
"I'm…I'm not used to sleeping by myself." Your voice was incredibly small. "I know you gave me a room and I really like it but —"
Agatha raised the blanket and patted the space in front of her. "Come on, we have a big day tomorrow anyways." Having you in her bed was more therapeutic than she wanted it to be. Her arms possessively wrapped around your body and pulled you close. "Rest up, superstar."
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Agatha tried her hardest to keep her distance, but you were far too cute for your good. You were like a cat. Always curled up on her lap or laying against her. Your affection wasn't just physical, but also came in the form of doing things around the house. You'd cook and clean whenever you had the chance. Cookies, cakes, and entire meals were just for you and Agatha to share. Her resolve stood strong for the most part. The two were close enough to keep that beautiful smile on her face but not so close to risk Agatha succumbing to her urges.
However, parts of you were starting to linger. Your scent was all over her bed and the mere thought of you was enough to get her worked up. Agatha was doomed. You unknowingly had her wrapped around your finger.
"Um, Aggie?" Your voice was barely a whisper behind the door. The door wasn't a thick enough barrier to keep you from completely melting on the floor. "I need you. I know you wanna wait but I can't do this by myself. " You mindlessly pulled at the door knob hoping it would bring Agatha to you faster. "It hurts!"
Agatha was immediately drowned in your scent. Slick dripping down your thigh and barely able to support yourself. It was cruelly unfair how cute you looked. "Oh, does my little superstar need help?" Her hands held you like you were porcelain. Hurting you wasn't an option, but she was about to go feral. She carefully laid you over the bed and spread your legs. "We'll go slow, but tell me if it hurts." You tasted as good as you smelt. She buried her face between your legs and ran her tongue up and down your slit.
"Ah, that feels so good." You practically melted around Agatha's tongue. Her long fingers worked you open and stretched you out with ease. Your fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her impossibly closer to your face. "Right there, please. I like that, it feels good.." Your hips had a mind of their own as they rutted against her face. Never before had the stinging lust underneath your skin burned so hot.
"That's my little superstar, don't hold back." Another one of her fingers entered your dripping hole and began pounding into you. When you began to squirm and kick, she simply held you down. She'd spent weeks denying herself of you, and now she had you. "Oh, you're gonna look perfect filled up with pups. Isn't that right," She rasped out.
The mere thought made you whine. "Need your pups!" Your hips desperately followed Agatha's fingers when they pulled away. Being empty and untouched was dreadful. It didn't matter you could see Agatha doing her best to underdress. Any amount of waiting was too much. You helplessly tugged at her belt and pants.
Agatha laughed at your desperation. "You poor thing. You never had an alpha to make you feel better, have you?" It was just teasing. An excuse to see you blush and whine, but having you confirm it was almost like an aphrodisiac. More fuel to the burning fire of her lust for you. She hooked your legs over her shoulders and smiled. "I'm gonna be your first and only. No one is gonna be able to fuck you like I can."
A guttural moan escaped your lips as Agatha's cock stretched you out. It was a long, satisfying pain. There was nothing to compare it to, it just felt good. Being full made your mind go numb. "You're…big!" All the words in your head were disappearing and had been taken over by more primal thoughts. Being filled and owned was all you cared about at that moment.
Agatha tried to go slow. Inching her hips forwards until she filled you up all the way and dragged them back out. She gently pushed her hand down on the bulge in your stomach. "Does that feel good? Is my little superstar cock hungry and dumb?" Your whimpers filled her ears and chipped away at her self-control.
You all but screamed when Agatha began thrusting deeper into you. "More, more please!" You were locked into a full-blown mating press. Agatha's cock practically drilled into you. The swelling of her knot had already started and you couldn't possibly get any fuller. "It won't fit!"
Agatha was practically rutting into you. "I know you can take it! Who's my precious little superstar?" Her hand gently caressed your face. "Don't you wanna feel good together? Just let your alpha do all the work." You didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Agatha was already in the process of knotting you. Filling you up to the brim with as much cum as she possibly could. "There you go superstar, make your alpha proud."
Your orgasm crashed over you with reckless abandon. It was leg-shaking and left you with much to hold on to. No thoughts or embarrassment, just the feeling of pure satisfaction and desire. "Good, real good…" You mumbled softly, barely conscious enough to say much else.
"Huh, you really aren't one for words." Agatha chuckled as you nodded sleepily. "That's just fine, I'll take good care of my little superstar."
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Hiiiii Char
could you write a fluff oneshot between Agatha Harkness x fem!r? maybe they are having a date and Agatha is just sweet with r
pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader
summary: your first date with agatha!
content warnings: none
word count: 1.5k+
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A/N: Hi!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy!! Sweet Agatha has my heart <3
photo cred: me
The First of Many
The lights around you flickered, their soft warm glow casting a warm ambiance over the cozy little cafe nestled in a quiet corner of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to cocoon the space in comfort. The sound of other patrons conversing, the chatter of baristas, and the light rain pattering on the window faded into the background as your attention was captured by illustrious blue eyes.
At a corner table draped in a deep shade of burgundy, you fought the urge to blush for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. After countless failed talking stages, you’d decided to give up on dating for a while. The woman across from you, however, refused to take no for an answer. After she’d sent a myriad of different colored flowers to your office (you still had them, and smiled everytime you walked into your office), you’d finally agreed to a date.
You were currently speaking excitedly about your newest project, a sequel to your first book. Agatha's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as she leaned in, her hand gently cupping her chin. "And do tell me, my dear, what intrigues you most about writing stories?"
"Well, I've always been fascinated by stories. The way they transport us to different realms, evoke emotions, and connect us with characters—it's like magic in its own right." You said, running out of breath towards the end of your sentence. You found yourself once more lost in Agatha’s vibrant eyes as they traveled over your face, seemingly memorizing every feature.
"Ah, magic," Agatha purred with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "A subject quite close to my heart."
You laughed, sipping on your latte as Agatha’s fingers played with the rim of her own mug. Attempting to turn the conversation onto her, you asked, “What is something you’re passionate about?”
Humming thoughtfully, Agatha sat back in her chair, crossing her arms as she answered. “I’m passionate about my work.” At your gesture for her to continue, she smiled before pulling up a picture on her phone. Turning the screen towards you, she watched your eyes crinkle at the edges as you took in the image of an adorable white rabbit.
“His name is Señor Scratchy,” Agatha said, putting her phone away and cupping her mug with both hands as she smiled at you. “I work with many types of animals as a veterinarian, and the company I work for specializes in rehabilitation. Unfortunately, Señor Scratchy wasn’t selected by any families, so I decided to take him in.”
You watched Agatha as she spoke, the walls around your heart crumbling slightly at the soft smile she was wearing. “Señor Scratchy sounds like an amazing friend, you’ll have to introduce me sometime.”
Blue eyes lit up, and Agatha looked at you for a moment like you hung the moon and the stars. After a second, she coughed lightly and nodded. “I would really like that, and I’m sure Señor Scratchy would love to meet you as well.” She watched you smile into your mug, raising her own to her lips. She’d had enough of talking about herself, and turned the attention back on you with another question about your book.
As you spoke, Agatha watched as your fingers tapped lightly against your mug, the table, and even the rims of your glasses. It was like you couldn’t stay still, your fingers constantly itching to clatter away at a keyboard. Agatha simply adored it, and leaned in, smiling wider at the cute blush that rose to your cheeks at the action.
You weren’t used to so much attention being thrown your way. With every second that passed, you were grateful that Agatha had put so much effort into asking you out, and you wished desperately to reciprocate.
“I was thinking, for our next date, I would love to take you to this cute little park. They have plenty of grass and green space for Señor Scratchy to run around, and there’s always food trucks!” You continued to ramble, talking about which food trucks you wanted to try with her as Agatha rested her chin in her hand, watching you with sparkling eyes.
You paused, having been startled out of your thoughts at the sight of Agatha looking intently at you. “W-what?” You asked, worried that you’d gone overboard. It certainly wouldn’t be the first woman you’ve scared away.
“You’re adorable.” Agatha simply said, her eyes not leaving yours for a second, enjoying the way that you ducked your head at her compliment. “Already planning our second date, darling, while we’re still in the middle of our first one.”
Your mind latched onto the pet name, and you avoided eye contact as you fought to keep your blush down. Was it getting hot? You were incredibly nervous all of a sudden. A cold hand gently cupped your cheek, and you raised your head with wide eyes.
“You alright there, hon?” Agatha’s voice was soothing, and her blue eyes held nothing but sincerity. You nodded, immediately missing the physical contact of her soft hands as she pulled away.
“I hope that wasn’t too forward of me,” You began, pressing your lips together in a shy smile as Agatha shook her head slightly.
Draining the last of her coffee, Agatha stood and offered you her hand. “I would be honored to go on a second date with you, dear.” She smiled down at you, already mentally clearing any other plans she had for the day.
Accepting her hand, you allowed Agatha to pull you up, her grip surprisingly strong. She pulled you closer, leaning in until her lips were inches from your ear. “If you’d like, can we start that second date now?”
Pulling away, Agatha watched your face go through multiple emotions within a few short seconds. Surprise, suspicion, excitement, and happiness. In that order.
Smiling softly, you nodded.
Agatha smiled, the whites of her teeth showing as she pulled you from the cafe. As you navigated down the cobbled streets, wary of any puddles that had formed from the aftermath of the light drizzle that morning, you found yourself taking Agatha’s hand.
It surprised you, how comfortable the action felt, and judging by the way Agatha’s hand tightened against your own, she felt the same. As you strolled along the sidewalk, closing in on the park you’d mentioned, the quiet hum of conversation lingered comfortably in the air.
"Do you believe in first date kisses?" Agatha asked in a playful whisper, a hint of vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. You turned to face her, resting a hand on her shoulder as you pretended to think it through.
A soft breeze swept through, tousling Agatha’s long brown hair and adding an element of serendipity to the moment. Without hesitation, you leaned in with a smile, your lips meeting in a delicate, tender kiss. It was a fleeting yet electrifying connection that left Agatha’s heart racing and a wild blush on your cheeks.
A stupid smile made its home on your lips, and you felt like cheering when you saw the same smile adorning Agatha’s face. She smiled, intertwining her fingers with your own as she pulled you further into the park, muttering something about food trucks and a grumbling stomach.
You allowed yourself to laugh, the sound surprising you as you walked. Amidst the echoes of your doubts, a flicker of hope began to burn brighter within your chest. With each step forward, you felt your insecurities fading slightly as Agatha’s smile grew brighter with every glance she stole towards you. Allowing your mind to drift for a moment, you envisioned a future of yourself with Agatha. The only thing you felt was excitement and contentment, filled with blue eyes and laughter and a promise of love.
“So is this still a first date, or is it now the second?” Agatha asked, her voice playful as you refocused back into the present moment. Her eyes shone as she watched you frown in mock thoughtfulness.
“Well,” You began, pulling her under the shade of a nearby tree. “This is the official end of our first date.” You lightly pushed her backwards, and she raised an eyebrow at you when she felt her back hit the rough bark of the tree.
“The first of many, I hope?” Agatha asked, her hands lightly resting on your hips as you wound your arms around her neck. You smiled playfully, pressing your lips against hers in a brief kiss. Pulling away, you grabbed her hand and pulled, laughing at her surprised expression.
“Of course,” You said, the walls around your heart crumbling completely at the soft look she gave you. The soft sunlight illuminated her features, casting a warm glow that seemed to mirror the newfound warmth in your chest. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you tugged her towards a small bench, the air alive with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft murmur of a nearby fountain.
As you sat on the bench, one leg pressed against Agatha’s, you let yourself hope. With each soft touch, you hoped. With each stolen glance, you hoped. With each beam of sunlight that dared to touch her skin, and light those dazzling blue eyes, you hoped. And when Agatha finally admitted the extent of her feelings for you, that hope blossomed into something that promised familiarity and content.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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( fic ) remember, remember
remember, remember
wandavision | agatha; mature; 409 words
Sometimes Agatha remembered she wasn’t Agnes.
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let me feel you | agatha harkness
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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]
warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...
You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"
"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.
She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.
You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.
Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"
You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."
"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."
You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."
Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."
"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."
Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.
You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.
"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."
She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.
She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."
You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.
"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.
Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."
"You know I am."
Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."
You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.
"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."
Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.
While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.
Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.
Agatha groaned against your breasts.
So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.
"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."
Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.
When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.
When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.
Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.
You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.
And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.
"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."
Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."
Agatha froze.
When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."
But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.
"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."
A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.
Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?
Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.
From there you couldn't think anymore.
But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.
"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."
Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.
Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.
So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."
You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.
She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.
That was her limit.
Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.
And at that moment, it was true.
Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.
And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.
She came into you.
And for the first time in your life you felt complete.
Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."
You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."
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Plush-Natasha Romanoff
Pairing: GP!Natasha Romanoff × f!reader
Summary:After a long, difficult mission, Natasha come back home. It's been the most exhausting week of her life and you, as her sweet loving girlfriend, decide to take care of her.
Warnings: NSWF, bottom!Nat, top!reader, dry humping, blowjob, breeding, dirty talk, praise, aftercare, little fluff and hurt/comfort
Word count: 1.6k
AN: I remembered my love for Natasha and especially for the bottom Natasha, I promise someday I will write a fic without smut
In the silence of the spacious apartment, the front door slammed. Something seemed to fall on the floor, then there was the sound of running water in the bathroom. You became wary and got out of bed, putting the book on the nightstand. The door was only closed and you quietly looked through the crack where the light was coming from to understand who had just climbed into your and Natasha’s apartment.
A shock of red hair flashed and you relaxed. Natasha got back, but... something was wrong. You knocked and quietly entered; the woman was sitting with her back to you in the bath, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Babe? Hi, I missed you so much, did something happen?...” You fell silent when you got a better look at her back. All covered in bruises and scratches. Natasha turned her head and smiled at you over her shoulder, it seems her face suffered no less. "Hi дорогая (sweetheart)" She said quietly, “I brought you a small gift, it’s in a bag in the hallway..”
You cut her off and walked over to take her face in your hands. She was covered in dirt, her lip was clearly broken. Natasha looked like a beaten kitten. “Oh my god baby what happened to you?” Fear settled in your eyes and she turned her head to rub her cheek against your palm and then kiss it. "It's been a terrible week." She wheezed. “I just want to take a bath and go to bed please.”
You nodded and rubbed the pad of your thumb over her slightly sore cheekbone. “Should I help you?” She shook her head in protest and directed the shower stream onto her sore back. "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the room." You walked out and closed the door behind you.
After 20 minutes, the sound of the water stopped and Natasha came out with only a towel on her hips. Her chest didn't look as bruised as her back, but there were still yellow bruises on her abs. She sighed and found clean house clothes in the closet. “Wait, I’ll treat your back, don’t get fully dressed.” The woman pulled on loose sweatpants and sat on the edge of the bed. You took out the first aid kit and moistened a piece of cotton wool with an antibacterial agent, barely touching it, wiping her wounds.
“Everything didn’t go according to plan. I should have already left there, but I was delayed and I got the worst of it because I was protecting the weight.” You listened to her without stopping your work. “Damn, it hurts.” “Shhhh I know my love, I know.” You applied healing ointment. When you finished, your hands rested on her shoulders, gently kneading her tired muscles. "I'm so happy you're with me again." A small moan escaped Natasha’s lips in response to your actions. The hands moved to her neck and then dropped back down. “You did great, let me take care of you.” You bit your earlobe and your hands slid to the redhead's breasts. Natasha’s breathing quickened as you played with her nipples and squeezed her soft breasts.
“Oh damn Y/N.” The woman's hips jumped up and you noticed the bulge forming in her pants. You grinned and turned her head towards you for a soft kiss, but almost immediately Natasha's tongue begged for permission to enter your mouth. "No no, I'm in charge here today." You said as you pulled away and grabbed her rock hard cock with your hand through the fabric her house pants. She sighed noisily, the woman's head leaned back on your shoulder while you stroked her length, watching as a small wet spot appeared on her pants. Your lips touched her neck, your teeth biting the sensitive skin. Whining began to come from Natasha. "What do you want baby?" Your hands were stroked wherever they could reach. “You..” The redhead’s thoughts were confused. "More concrete." You said sternly and squeezed her balls. It was so good, so good the redhead thought that she would cum just from this. "Fuck...Y/N please. I need your mouth, your hands, your pussy on my cock."
You moved to the floor between her legs and slowly pulled the gray sweatpants down her legs. Her throbbing cock jumped out and hit Natasha's stomach. The tip was leaking pre-cum and looked red and sensitive. She could hide it, but when you took the initiative into your own hands, it turned her on more than being on top, she went crazy when such a cute little thing like you did whatever you wanted with her.
You collected her pre-cum starting to stroke Natasha's length, obscene squelching sounds filling the room. She began to push into your hand, but you held her back, prohibiting any action on her part. "I told you. I'm in charge." With that, you wrapped your lips around her tip and took every inch of her cock into your mouth until your nose touched the woman's stomach. The redhead's head fell back from this sight, her hands clutching the sheets so as not to start fucking your mouth. "Fuck oh god baby." You continued to suck, looking into the green eyes from above, one of your hands fell between your legs, starting to rub your swollen clit through the fabric of underwear. Not only Natasha enjoyed this, you liked sucking her dick even more than fucking her. You realized how sensitive you both were now and before at least one of you came, you stopped and stood up.
"Lie on your back." You commanded and the redhead climbed to the head of your shared plush bed, taking the desired position. The woman watched as you took off your panties, but left your light housedress on and took out the lube from the cabinet nearby bed. Cold thick liquid dripped onto her length and she twitched, you quickly warmed and rubbed it, and then pressed your soaked folds against her length to slide and rub. "Please baby. I can't take it anymore." She felt that she would cum at any moment. With every movement, your clit hit her red tip, making you even wetter. Your nails dripped into her shoulders as you processed what she said. Your hips began to move faster. “That’s it Natty don’t hold back, cum for me.” Her hands flew up to your hips, helping you move against her. Her hips still began to jerk involuntarily and within seconds ropes of her cum fell onto her flat stomach. "Fuck Y/N oh god." You were still grinding her cock prolonging her orgasm, your hand reached out and the tip of your finger gathered her release. You put it in your mouth, tasting it as if Natasha was the most expensive dish in the world. The redhead's eyes darkened at this sight and her dick twitched, she so needed to be inside you.
"Mmmm I didn't even have to try to make you cum. And you're still so hard." You leaned down and press your lips onto her, licking the stinging wound. “Do you want another round Natty? Although your dick speaks for you..” You stood up to finally line up the tip with swollen folds, rubbing your clit with it a little.
In one motion, you sank down Natasha’s cock, taking the entire length at once. The feeling of your warm wet walls around her made her ready to explode instantly, she was still so sensitive. Your hands grabbed hers and pinned they to the bed as you began to ride her quickly. "Oh yeah Fuck baby I love your big fat cock so much." Your thighs slapped against her, wetness flowing between your bodies. Her tip hit the sensitive spot inside you every time. "Do you want to cum in me Natty? Fill me up to the brim. I'm going to love it so much." The redhead nodded quickly and buried her face in the pillows, you grabbed her and turned her back. "Look at me when I fuck you." From the fast pace and your rude words, Natasha’s orgasm was approaching at breakneck speed. One of her hands moved away from your grip and her thumb rested on your swollen clit. "Oh fuck fuck cum with me baby. Come on, can you do it for me Natty?"
She did it, how could Natasha upset you? The feeling of her cum inside you made you see stars and your pussy milked her cock dry. Your legs shook and you fell into Natasha's arms, her hands rubbing circles on your back as she fucked you through your orgasm.
You lay together in this position for a few more minutes, after which you slowly got off Natasha and her cum immediately flowed out of you, dripping onto her stomach. The redhead reached over to the bedside table and grabbed wet wipes to clean herself and you. "Thanks babe." You kissed her gratefully and lay down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.
You both closed your eyes and began to fall asleep when Natasha suddenly jumped up and walked towards the corridor. "I forgot about my gift." Her voice came muffled. She walked back into room holding something behind her back. You sat up, taking an upright position. "What do you have there?" Natasha pulled out her gift from behind her back and you laughed. "Plush seal? Oh my God, he has such a funny face." The redhead frowned. "What don't you like?" "Oh I really like it, give it here." You lay down again hugging a new toy. “Are you going to sleep with it now and not with me?” The woman feigned offense and lay down with her back to you.
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way down we go (ii)
a/n: hi! I hope y'all enjoy this second part! thank you for reading!!
word count: 1.3k
warning(s): blood - Agatha is a bit crazy in this and reader shouldn't be as into it as she is - knives/guns - reader has a bit of a breakdown? I mean her wife is a serial killer so I think it's justified - not happy, not sad ending/neutral ig - I hope this is good
taglist: @tr333sus @getlostsquidward @our-blood-is-our-ink @nyx-aira
pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha
prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you.
The drive home was silent, your knuckles white on the wheel. Your eyes never faltered from the road, your mind on autopilot as you pulled into the driveway. You looked away from the house to gather your things, shoving your car key into an accessible pocket. When you looked back up, the hair on the back of your neck stood straight up, freezing you to the drivers seat.
In the front window, blocked by curtains stood the shape of your wife, her shadow seemingly staring straight at you. She turned and walked away, breaking the spell on you. You quickly got out of your car but before you shut the door, the gun sitting innocently in your passenger seat caught your eye. You hesitated before you quickly grabbed the gun, tucking it into the waistband of your pants, covering it with your jacket. You tried to casually walk up the steps of your home but nothing could stop your hands from shaking.
This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea You kept repeating to yourself as you unlocked the door, pushing it open and crossing the threshold, holding your breath. You let yourself breathe before calling out for your wife, desperate to appear as if nothing was wrong.
"A-Aggie?"
Internally, you cursed yourself for your stutter but your wife's response was immediate.
"In the living room, my darling."
You headed down the hallway, coming up with possible outcomes for how the next conversation would go. Nothing prepared you for the outcome you faced as you turned the corner.
Once more, you found yourself frozen, your back pressed painfully into the wall. Your wi- Agatha, sat in her lounge chair, legs crossed and holding a full wine glass leisurely in her hand. Her face was splattered with dried blood, her shoulder and arm the same along with scratches from when the elderly lady had fought back. But the sight of the very proof you didn't want wasn't what froze you. No, it was her eyes. The sharp blue bore into you, her expression stone cold. She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip, never once breaking eye contact. She only looked away when she set the glass down on the end table with a sigh and that's when you noticed it.
The knife.
Her fingers traced the blade before she picked it up, blood of the earlier victim still staining the metal. Your whole body was shaking, your breaths coming out in stutters, your lips wobbling from unshed tears. Agatha noticed this and in a split second she was standing in front of you, one hand cradling your face and the other holding the knife.
"My love, don't cry. There's no reason to cry."
Before you registered what she said, you found yourself melting into her palm, a sense of safety washing over you. But then you realized. And pushed her away as best you could.
"No reason?" You scoffed, tears now rolling down your cheeks, "No reason? You killed people Agatha! Innocent women who-"
"They were not innocent!" She practically roared, pushing away from you to stand a few feet in front of you, using the hand with the knife to point.
"They broke their families. They kept secrets from everyone and used their daughters as nothing but collateral!"
As she yelled, your mind connected the dots and you let out a sob, making Agatha pause to stare at you. You ran a hand through your hair, shaking your head as you started to laugh hysterically under your breath.
"This, all this, has been because of your mom?" You started out quiet then began to yell, "These women were not your mother! Their lives were not yours to judge, not yours to take! Your mother treated you horribly yes, but that is not an excuse for murder!"
Your voice cracked on the last word, like you were finally accepting your reality. Your wife was a serial killer, an unstable serial killer. And what's worse is that you couldn't find it in you to hate her.
In a flash, your wife was back to crowding you against the wall, the knife now at your throat, her eyes ablaze.
"You have no idea, none at all, what I went through! How dare-"
She paused at your hiss of pain and watched, mesmerized, as a drop of blood slid down your neck. Your eyes met and she watched as sadness, confusion, betrayal swirled. She relieved the pressure of the knife, leaning in closer. You cursed yourself as your eyes flickered down to her lips. You barely saw the smirk before her lips crashed against yours, desperate and possessive. It was a tidal wave of emotions, Agatha desperate to hold on to you and you were saying goodbye.
It ended when your phone rang.
Agatha pulled away. You made eye contact before you pushed Agatha with all your strength and ran. You ran through your house, towards the bedroom, very aware of your wife chasing you. You made it to the room, slamming the door open and using your body weight to keep the door shut, even the lock started to budge from the force of Agatha's pushes. With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and answered it. Darcy's frantic voice filled your room.
"Y/N? Oh my god Y/N, it's Agatha, it's your- Oh my god, you need to get out, I already sent cars, they're on their way. Y/N? Y/N!"
You struggled against Agatha on the other side of the door as she became more aggressive with Darcy's words.
"I'm-I'm okay right now Darcy, I'm going to be fine-"
The door broke down, sending you flying to the floor, sliding across it as you phone fell from your hand. You clutched your sides in pain as you watched Agatha pick up your phone.
"Goodbye, Ms. Lewis."
You could hear Darcy's panicked yelp before Agatha hung up. She turned to you, head cocked to the side as she took your lying form in. She started to walk towards you but you remembered your weapon. Too quick for either of you to understand, you had a gun pointed at your wife. Agatha practically skidded to a halt, her eyes radiating hurt. You pulled yourself up, now standing, never wavering in your stance.
"You would shoot me?"
Agatha's voice was small, almost scared. It almost fooled you, almost tricked you into lowering your guard and your gun, forgiving your wife of all her sins and finding a way to escape before the cops showed up.
But then your mind replayed the crime scenes in your head. The one from this morning fresh in its brutality. The slit throats, the methodically cleaned rooms.
You swallowed down your tears, voice wavering as you spoke.
"You don't give me another choice. This is my job, Agatha, to catch people like-like you. Did you think I would never find out?"
Agatha blinked as she finally showed an ounce of remorse. Not for her victims, for the relationship with you she killed.
"That was the plan."
Her words made time stand still around you, the sounds of sirens muffled as you stared at your wife, who didn't make any move to run as cops flooded into your house. As they handcuffed Agatha, you saw her eyes break away from you to someone at your side. Jimmy gently and cautiously took his gun from you, holding onto you as you collapsed into his arms, sobs wracking your body. At the sight of your crumpled form against your friend, Agatha started to fight against the handcuffs. The officers pushed her out of the room and you followed, watching as she was shoved into a car. Before the door shut, you caught her mouthing words at you.
I love you.
The tears wouldn't stop coming as you fell to your knees on your doorsteps, your body shutting down as you became silent.
All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare but you knew you were stuck, this monstrous reality holding you hostage, striping you of your happiness.
It wasn't until the cars pulled away and your street went silent did you realize you were alone.
And alone you would now stay.
a/n: ok idk how I feel about the ending but this is last full fic of this AU! im not saying I have other things planned but im not denying it either. hopefully you enjoyed this and stay tuned :)
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