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The Comfort of Rain
A/N: Hi!!! I'm back after another long hiatus!!! It has Not been my year and I feel bad for abandoning this blog lmao :,) I've really missed writing, especially for Agatha and I'm excited to start again. I have some stuff planned!! So stay tuned!! + I wanted to keep the Readers stressors as ambiguous as possible so anyone could project their situation onto this fic but yeah I hope u all enjoy and find some comfort in it like I did <3
Also I just finished editing this and it's 1AM so if I missed any nonsense... oops.
Thank u to the lovely person who requested this! <3<3
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None, I think. As always, lmk if I missed any!
Coming by sleep has been hard recently. It’s always hard when life keeps taking from you, taking and taking until you’ve given everything you have to give. And then it keeps expecting more, demanding more, pushing you to your limits until you break. Sleep is impossible, at this point. How could you possibly rest when you’re so stressed out that anxiety has plagued you to the point of nausea for days? Sleep isn’t an option. Why would your brain allow you such a simple comfort?
The only thing that slows your racing mind is the steady thrumming of rain against the window. It quiets those anxious voices and stressful thoughts possessing you. You smush the side of your face into the cool sliding glass door, and it soothes your puffy, red eye.
Rain is, quite possibly, the greatest natural comfort in life.
You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and although the hardwood floors are extremely uncomfortable to rest on, you find yourself curling into the sliding glass door, as if trying to immerse yourself in the image in front of you.
Your heart weighs heavy in your chest, like a rock weighing you down. You don’t even flinch when a loud crack sounds far beyond the safety of your home, a bolt of lighting flashing through the sky. Your apartment lights up momentarily, and just as quickly as the light had appeared, it’s gone. The rain is doing nothing to fill the empty silence of your apartment, the echo of a ticking clock somewhere in your home ringing through the dark.
Your eyes are droopy and heavy with exhaustion, tired from crying. And yet, you still can’t find sleep. Then, you hear it. Cutting through the dead silence, just loud enough to hear over the rain- the familiar creak of your front door opening. You tilt your head slightly to your right, just barely enough so that you can see the entrance to your home. Warm, yellow light pools in through the open door, cutting through the cold darkness, and you can make out a familiar silhouette. A small smile cracks onto your features as you watch her enter, pulling a suitcase in behind her.
You’re grinning ear to ear. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Agatha closes and locks the door, abandoning her suitcase next to her. You watch as she toes off her sneakers, reaching to turn on the living room light.
“Ag’s, you’re home!”
Your voice is heavy with exhaustion but alight with excitement. Agatha pauses, freezing just as she was about to flick the light switch. She drops her arm, and though you can’t clearly make out her features from across the apartment, you know that she sees you.
Agatha knows right away that you’re not okay.
Her sock clad feet softly pad across the living room, and then across the kitchen before she reaches you at the sliding glass door by your dining table. You’re looking up at her from where you’re curled into the window, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.
“I missed you.”
Your words are a whisper, so soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. She smiles softly, crouching down to your level. Now, you can finally make out some of her features in the darkness.
“I missed you too, baby.”
Agatha raises a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She then moves her hand to pet all your stray hairs into place carefully, taking the time to smooth them down against your head.
“Why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor, silly girl?”
She coos softly, her voice so gentle and gushing with so much affection and kindness that you feel safe in her words. She’s like the rain. Her tone, the way she speaks, everything about her. The way she looks at you, her eyes, her considerate touch, it all makes you feel so safe and comfortable you could just melt in her arms.
“I can’t sleep so I decided to watch the rain.”
You mumble in response, your voice scratchy and eyes still sore from how you had been crying earlier. She presses her lips into a firm line, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studies you. Now, that’s when you know that she knows that something is wrong. Quickly, she masks her worried gaze by smiling softly at you.
Agatha stands, the steady thrumming of rain playing as background music to the scene unfolding between you and Agatha in your dark kitchen. It’s deathly quiet otherwise, the silence is so thick and hanging heavy in the air as it often does in the late hours of the night and the very early hours of the morning. As if one wrong move, one loud noise would wake the entire world.
Agatha bends over slightly, holding her hand out to you.
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
You blink dumbly up at her form for a moment, all of her features cast in a gray tint and shadows. A crack of lightning splits through the sky behind you, roaring loudly and once again lighting up your apartment for a brief moment. And in that brief moment you’re allowed a quick look at Agatha in color. Her rosy cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, soft pink lips and messy brown hair you could run your fingers through all day. You melt at the sight of her before she’s cast in black and white again, and you take her hand.
Agatha pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she begins to guide you across the kitchen and into your living room. You're grateful for her guidance, considering the darkness, and that you're sleep deprived, along with your head being stuffy from all the crying. She guides you to the couch, and you sink your weight into the soft cushions as she stands above you, hands on your shoulders.
“That’s it.. Sit right there, baby.. Good girl.”
She coos softly, her voice gentle and as sweet as honey. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up with her, a yawn forcing its way out of your throat. Agatha tugs softly at the edge of the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders, and once your yawn has settled it takes you a moment to process what she’s doing. You scrunch up your face in confusion.
“You’ve been on the floor, sweetheart.. That blanket is filthy. Lemme get us a clean one.”
Her voice remains gentle and patient, she pauses, waiting for you to relent. You do after a moment, releasing your tight hold on the fabric so that she can unwind it from your body.
The second the chilly air of the apartment kisses your skin, a shiver trails up your spine and your shoulders shake as a result of it. You pout a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. Agatha grins at you, a teasing edge to her smile. But that typical taunting edge is blunted when she speaks.
“You’re such a freeze baby.”
She coos, dropping the dirty blanket on the floor before she takes the hem of the soft, purple sweater that she's wearing into her fingers and begins to pull it off. She’s shadowed in darkness, but you can make out the tight black tank top she’s wearing underneath her favorite sweater, her mess of brown curls trailing after her head as she pulls the sweater off.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get cold.”
You mutter softly, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion. Agatha quirks a curious eyebrow at you, holding out the bunched up fabric for you to take.
“You’re always stealing this sweater from me, every chance that you get. Now that I’m offering it to you, I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want it?”
Agatha is grinning, shaking it playfully, as if to tempt you. Like tempting a dog with a toy. Still, you eye her suspiciously. She sighs.
“I promise I won’t get cold.”
Reluctantly, you reach out and take the sweater dangling from her hand.
“Good girl.”
She grins at your compliance.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She seals her promise with a kiss against your forehead. She turns, making her way through your dark apartment and towards your shared bedroom. You frown softly, closing your eyes to allow yourself a moment of rest as you grab the sweater abandoned in your lap and blindly pull it over your head. You don’t even care if you put it on wrong, it’s still warm, extremely soft and comfortable, and it smells like Agatha. That’s your four basic needs for survival right now.
You’ve always been obsessed with this sweater. It’s just as much your favorite as it is Agatha’s, but for different reasons. She wasn’t wrong when she mentioned how you constantly steal it from her. You do. No matter how many times you wash it, it still smells like Agatha. The smell that's distinctly and uniquely her, that smell that makes your heart turn to mush and the dorkiest smile break out onto your face immediately upon registering it. You run your fingers of the impossibly soft fabric, forcefully peeling your heavy eyelids open to glance out the window.
It’s still raining.
It’s let up a bit, but not a lot. The thrumming against the windows is softer. Some moonlight is actually clearly making its way through. Shuffling sounds from the hallway, and you shift your eyes over to see Agatha, her wild locks somewhat tamed in a bun piled atop her head. She’s in the same black tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing moments ago, the only notable wardrobe change being that she peeled off her socks as she pads around on bare feet. She has your softest blankets piled in her arms as she approaches you.
She smiles softly as she sets down the stack of blankets on the couch next to you, gesturing her hand in a vague motion.
“Turn around, face the window.. Please, honey.”
She directs you, and you obey thoughtlessly, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting horizontally with the couch, the back cushions brushing against your arm as you glance over your shoulder at her. Agatha moves behind you, pressing her front against your back and trapping you between her legs. She grabs a blanket and lays it across your lap and her legs, tucking you in.
“What are you doing?”
Your voice is soft, still a bit scratchy from your crying earlier in the night. It cuts through the silence of the quiet apartment like a knife, the muffled sound of rain beating against the window doing nothing to fill the silence.
“You couldn’t sleep so you wanted to watch the rain, right?”
Agatha asks, shuffling behind you. She wraps her arms around your front, blanket in her hands as she tucks it around the both of you. Your love pulls you to her chest, and you shift down enough to where you can rest your head on her shoulder. She tilts her head, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“So, we’re going to watch the rain together.”
She speaks softly against your skin, her breath tickling you a bit as she holds you close, guiding you so that you both are resting against the cushions of the couch. You’re facing the window with a perfect view as rain droplets continue to splatter against the glass.
Your heart constricts at her words. You don’t know why, but it causes something to snap in you. An overwhelming wave of emotion drowns you, and you find yourself tilting your head and burying your face into her arm as you begin to cry. You can’t seem to hold yourself together as your cries escalate into sobs, and unlike your breakdown earlier, you feel the tension in your chest release. The knot of anxiety burrowed in your heart begins to untangle, a bit of a weight lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you’re not alone.
Agatha knows you so well. Better than you know yourself, apparently.
She holds you tighter, comfortingly running her hands up and down your skin as she shushes you. You cry into her arm, finally finding what you needed in her embrace and her love.
“It’s alright love, I’ve got you.”
She speaks softly into your hair, pressing another kiss to your head.
Agatha Harkness is more comforting than the rain.
#Agatha Harkness x Reader#Agatha Harkness/Reader#Agatha Harkness x Y/N#Agatha Harkness x You#Kathryn Hahn x Reader#Kathryn Hahn x Y/N#chemvel
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Distant Desires
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b5mqe5
by Chemvel
Just a self-indulgent smut fic with everygay's favorite milf witch. I don't really know what to write for a summary so check the tags!
Words: 5152, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, WandaVision (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Reader, Y/n - Character, Agnes the Nosy Neigbor
Relationships: Agatha Harkness x Reader, Agatha Harkness/Reader, Agatha Harkness x Y/N, Agatha Harkness/Y/N
Additional Tags: Smut, Porn, wlw, Mommy Kink, age gap, Corruption Kink, A bit of praise and degredation, A dash of homophobia and religious themes for the little bit of plot
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b5mqe5
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hey I saw in the notes that you took that pic of Gerard, and I humbly offer this edit that's just a bit clearer ❤️
OH MY GOSSSSHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL, THE OG PIC IS MY LOCKSCREEN AND NOW IM GONNA REPLACE IT WITH THIS CLEARER VERSION I OWE U MY LIFE THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️
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You've requested some asks/prompts and honestly I've been on a soft Agatha kick recently. I'd love some of her just taking care of reader after a hard few weeks, or maybe even one of the rare occasions Agatha breaks down and reader gets to care for her. Perhaps some oversized sweaters and snuggles as well, for a good mix? There's absolutely no obligation to do anything with this, it's currently three a.m. and I am very much pushing off sleep.
OH MY GOSH IM SO SORRY I LET THIS SIT FOR SO LONG. I started working on it, a family issue popped up that needed my full attention and I was so stressed that I just paused working on it. But I finished it and I'll be posting it right now!!!! Thank you so much for the request, this is actually just what I needed to write. I found some comfort while writing this prompt and I hope it gives you some too, although it's really late :,)
I love the idea of being the one to comfort Agatha, but also after having a hard time lately myself, I decided to go with Agatha caring for the reader. I hope it's what you wanted and you enjoy it!!!! Here's The Comfort of Rain :D
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your mcr reposts give me the joy life is taking away
Ajdjjskgj I was actually just wondering if I was irritating people w my obsessive MCR rbing bcs,, I'm a Marvel blog. (Then I thought; oh no ones paying attention bcs I'm kinda dead on here anyways but thats besides the point) So it makes me really happy to hear that someone else is enjoying these MCR posts just as much as I am XD I'm seeing them in less than 2 months so expect tons more as my excitement increases and I hope they keep bringing u joy!!!! ❤️❤️
#chemvel#asks n stuff#now i know that i absolutely must keep rbing mcr posts until my fingers bleed#marvel and mcr are the two loves of my life fr
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Blue Lips
To the person that requested this- you're sweetest person ever and I'm sorry I made you wait so long! I put a lot of effort into this though and had a ton of fun with it so I really hope you like it! <3
A/N: Nebula is just a sweet, touch deprived baby that wants to be loved and she's totally a soft sweetheart with her partner so I loved writing that side of her !!!!
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Smut!! Mostly just dry humping and kissing, it's Nebula's first time doing anything sexual and Reader is teaching her how. Just super sweet n soft!
Nebula has a complicated relationship with affection of any kind. For that reason, your relationship moved at a snail's pace. Nebula has had a hard life, a hard time loving people and being loved. Taking it slow and allowing her time to adjust is what’s best for her and you don’t mind that.
Hand holding was your love language for the longest time. It took over a month to even reach that point, but eventually she grabbed your hand during one of your late night talks on the roof of The Avengers Compound.
You smiled warmly at her, hoping she caught onto your happiness as you squeezed her hand softly. She squeezed back, a soft smile toying on her blue lips as she shyly gazed up at the stars.
That’s all you did for months. You can tell Nebula craved affection but didn’t know how to go about it or how comfortable she felt with it, so you let her take the lead. You didn’t want to push her too far or make her uncomfortable, so you thought allowing her to guide you would be the best option.
She loves holding your hand. It’s so simple, yet so affectionate. Your gentle squeezes make her feel less like a machine and more like a flesh and blood being again. Nebula sees every touch of your hand, every smile and kind word sent her way as a reminder that she’s not what Thanos made her to be.
She was becoming more and more comfortable with you as time passed and it made you feel so proud and happy that she wanted to be with you. That she wanted this and was patient enough to wait for it.
Nebula felt the same- grateful that you are so kind and patient, that you want her. Her love for you grew by the day.
Then, about a year after you and Nebula began dating, there was a knock at your door. It was late at night, almost into the early hours of the morning. Anxiety prickled at your chest, your mind bouncing between two thoughts- it was either Nebula, back at the compound after her latest mission, or someone else with grave news. You threw on your robe and hurried to the door.
Needless to say, you were elated to see Nebula standing outside of your door. You let out a sigh of relief as the panic in your chest dissipated, but before you had the chance to say anything, the blue woman grabbed your hands and pressed her lips against yours.
You were stunned. The kiss was brief, she was obviously nervous and scared as she pulled back. You squeezed her hands, and she squeezed yours in return.
“I love you. I do not want to live another moment without you knowing that.”
You smiled softly at her, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers again. Ensuring your kiss is softer, lingering and sweet to let her know that you’re not going anywhere.
“I love you too, Nebs.”
You spoke softly before inviting her inside. The two of you fell asleep watching some random movie on your couch, her head on your shoulder.
That night Nebula realized that she’s a sucker for affection. She basks in it and feels like she can never get enough. She’s never felt so loved and so lucky in her entire life, and she’s drowning in it. She finally feels as if she has a family, a home where she truly belongs and feels loved and safe.
Brief kisses and cuddling became more common after that night, Nebula wanting more and more, and you’re always more than happy to give love to your sweet girlfriend. It’s hard to think of her as one of the deadliest women in the galaxy when she rests her head in your lap and looks up at you with those wide puppy dog eyes.
Nebula has been wanting to give you something... More for a while now. She doesn’t know how to articulate it or express it, but she wants to do something meaningful for you. She wants to show you how much she loves you, to feel closer to you. But she doesn’t know how.
That was until one night when the two of you were watching a movie- the two main love interests started having sex. A thought popped into her head, her dark eyes flickering from the screen in front of you two to your features as she mulled it over. You were watching the movie, as expected, running your fingers mindlessly along the smooth metal of her head as she rested against your chest.
The gears were turning in her mind as she watched you, wondering if that is something you desire. Something she could give to you.
An internal debate wracked her mind- caught between wanting to talk to you about it, and being too scared to do so. But then your eyes flickered to hers, meeting her gaze.
“What’s up?”
You asked, tilting your head to properly look at her. She paused as she thought about what to say.
“It’s nothing.”
Nebula grumbled, moving her gaze back to the screen.
“Nebs.. I can tell you want to ask me something.”
She moves to sit up. You pull your arms back and do the same, reaching for the remote and quickly pausing the movie. Then, you turn to her and raise an expectant eyebrow.
“Is… Is that-”
She gestures towards the tv, the screen paused on an intimate moment.
“Something that you desire?”
If Nebula had the ability to blush she would be completely flushed by now.
Your gaze flickers from the paused scene on the screen to your girlfriend in front of you, a lightbulb suddenly stuttering on in your head as realization dawns on you.
“Oh!”
To say the least, you were a bit taken off guard by the question.
“You’re asking me if I want to have sex?”
You try to urge her to clarify and she stutters awkwardly for a moment.
"Yes."
She replies stiffly, obviously buzzing with nerves.
“It’s not something I need.. I’m just happy being with you.”
You try to answer the question in a way that doesn’t make her feel any pressure, but immediately you cringe at how vaguely you phrased it. She stares blankly at you.
“But… Do you desire it?”
Her heart leaps in her throat as you pause, letting out a sigh as you mull over her question, trying to find the right words.
Nebula regrets asking. You’re probably repulsed at the thought. She’s disfigured, she has almost none of her organic body parts. She's hurt and killed countless people. You’d never want to do something so intimate with someone like her.
“I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
She speaks softly, panic coursing through her as she stands from the couch. You jump up to follow her.
“Nebula, wait-”
You grab her shoulder, cautiously. She shakes her head, continuing to move out of your grasp.
“Nebula, stop, please...”
Your voice sounds so soft and sweet, it makes her heart drop. She pauses her journey to the door, turning towards you and reluctantly meeting your gaze.
“I’m sorry... I just don’t want to make you feel obligated to do anything, okay? I love you and I don’t want you to think this is a necessity for me.”
Relief washes over Nebula at your words. She nods her head, studying you with her dark eyes. You fight the urge to let out an exasperated sigh, she really is so hard to read sometimes. You don’t want to dig yourself into a deeper hole, so you think over your next words carefully.
“If you want it, then so do I. But if you’re not comfortable with it then I don’t. I don’t need sex... I just want you.”
She nods her head yet again, going to grab your hand. You give her a reassuring smile, and she squeezes softly. You return the gesture.
“Do you want to try it?”
You urge her to clarify, holding your breath as you wait to see if your words had their intended impact.
“I would like to try pleasing you, I just…”
She pauses, searching for what she wants to say. She casts her eyes to the ground, studying her feet.
“I do not know how...”
Nebula mumbles, avoiding your gaze. You smile softly at her, finding how embarrassed she gets to be absolutely adorable. You can tell she’s trying so hard to communicate and be open with you and it makes your heart swell in your chest.
“Just tell me when you’re ready, okay? We can take it nice and slow, I’ll help teach you.”
She finally meets your gaze, silently studying you for a moment.
“I would like to try it now.”
You raise your eyebrows in surprise.
“Are you sure that you don’t need more time?”
She nods her head, taking a step closer to you.
“Do you... Want to?”
Nebula speaks softly, and you smile at her.
“Yes, I do... And if you want to stop at any time, just tell me, okay? I’ll understand... I just want you to be comfortable.”
You reach up and cup her cheek, guiding her to rest her forehead against yours. She smiles softly at you.
“I will, and if you’re ever uncomfortable please do the same...”
“Of course.”
Nebula leans in and presses her lips to yours. It’s slow and soft, her lips moving shyly. She’s always so careful with you, handling you so gently and cautiously. It makes you feel so overwhelmed with love for her.
You lean in, returning the kiss. You feel her fidget with her hands her hands, trying to figure out where to place them. You smile against her cold blue lips, taking her hands in yours and placing them on our waist.
You pull back slightly, returning your hand to cradle her cheek.
“It’s okay... You can touch me wherever you want. I trust you, Nebs.”
She simply nods her head, experimentally running her hands up and down your waist. Her touch is soft as she feels you, so considerate and feather light.
“Here... This might be easier if we sit down. Can I sit in your lap?”
You suggest, and she nods her head stiffly. You smile at her as she moves back down, sitting and resting her back against the couch. Once she’s situated, you move to straddle her thighs and look down at her.
Nebula pauses once you’re settled, staring at your body in stunned silence. Almost as if she’s trying to decide what to do or where to start, her mind overloading with nerves and the fear of doing something wrong.
“Take your time getting comfortable with everything, okay?”
Another stiff nod. You can sense how nervous she is as she returns her hands to your waist, awkwardly pausing as she processes what's happening. She meets your gaze, looking for reassurance that she’s doing okay. You smile softly down at her and that seems to help her relax a bit.
Nebula’s gaze moves downwards and she follows the trail of her hands against your body, dark eyes nervously flitting across your form.
Her cold hands ghost down your hips and outer thighs, trailing over your figure. She stops occasionally, softly squeezing your hips and thighs like she would your hands.
She’s becoming more bold, relaxing a bit as she moves her hands back upwards, slipping them under the hem of your shirt. She meets your eyes once again.
“This.. Is okay?”
You smile, nodding your head. You’re buzzing under her touch, craving more and more.
“Yes.. Touch me everywhere..”
You mumble unconsciously against her lips. You’ve been trying not to make her feel pressured by anything, so your words take you a bit off guard. You feel a bit worried for a moment, but it’s all washed away when a newfound confidence seems to overtake her as she moves her hands up your stomach.
“You’re so soft..”
Nebula mumbles, sounding entranced. She’s falling in love with how soft you are. It’s a stark contrast from her cold, metallic body. She never wants to take her hands off of you.
Her words leave you speechless, your heart fluttering in your chest as she traces her hands over the squishy skin of your stomach and sides.
“Can I take this off?”
You suggest softly, moving to grab the hem of your shirt. She simply nods as she moves to meet your gaze. Then, you pull the fabric over your head in a fluid motion, dropping it onto the couch next to you. You can see how flustered this makes her.
Regardless, she continues to touch you, slowly moving her hands upwards. She’s studying your chest with dark eyes, her gaze tracing over the edge of your bra and your collar bone.
“I can tell you want to ask me something else.”
Nebula pauses, internally cursing you for knowing her so well. It’s like you can read her mind.
“Can I.. Can I kiss here?”
She traces the tips of her fingers across your chest. Whenever she asks a question she sounds so stiff, so nervous and embarrassed. But you can tell that she’s trying her hardest, doing her best to ensure that she’s doing things right and you’re comfortable. You smile down at her, fondly running your fingers along the swell of her cheek.
“Of course, you can kiss me anywhere..”
Immediately after you give consent, she leans forward and begins leaving a trail of kisses against the skin of your chest.
They’re soft, experimental and sweet. Your heart is melting as you watch her carefully litter your chest and collar bone with kisses, slowly making her way closer to your breasts. You raise your hands and begin running them along her head once again, and she melts at your touch, a soft noise of content leaving her lips.
She always fights off pleasured sighs at your sweet touches. Being touched and loved in such a meaningful, intimate way always makes her head spin. But she can’t find it in her to control herself right now.
Nebula is becoming a bit bolder, her fingers tracing up your arms. The gentle, soft brush of her fingers against your skin has a shiver running down your spine, and your heart turning to mush all at once with the amount of love in the action. Her fingers dance over your shoulders and find your bra straps, going to push them down your arms.
You go to assist her with the removal of the pesky item, moving your hands behind your back and expertly unhooking your bra. You drop it on the couch next to you, and Nebula leans back, dark eyes studying your chest. Now you’re the shy one, her intense, unreadable gaze making nerves bubble in your throat.
She raises her hands slowly to your chest, softly squeezing your breasts. She lets out a sigh, leaning down and pressing more kisses across the squishy skin.
“So soft..”
Nebula mumbles against your skin, kneading one breast and littering kisses across the other as she drops her other hand to your waist. You return your hands to the back of her head, mindlessly tracing your fingers against the cold metal there.
Your breath hitches when she leaves an open mouth kiss on your nipple, her head perking up immediately at the noise that slipped past your lips.
“It feels good when you touch there..”
You mumble shyly, quickly trying to clarify that you felt pleasure and not pain. She’s quick to listen to your suggestion.
She runs her thumb over one, it hardening under the cold metal digit as you squirm in her lap. Nebula leans in, deciding to experimentally run her tongue along the bud.
“Yes, like that.. Feels good..”
You encourage, and it only causes her to start flicking her tongue against your nipple as she toys with your other breast, alternating between giving it gentle squeezes and running her cold thumb along the skin.
You hum happily as she wraps her lips around the bud and sucks softly. You let out a pleased sigh, moving a hand to steady yourself against her shoulder.
Nebula’s in heaven. Your soft skin and sweet noises, how you’re affectionately caressing the back of her head. She’s melting under your love and affection, melting at your touch. Her heart leaps into her throat, burning to feel more of you.
As she bathes your chest in kisses she watches as she runs her blue thumb along the squishy skin of your breast, enjoying the color of her blue skin against your Terran tones. The sight sets something alight within her.
Nebula leans back, looking up at you with wide black eyes. You smile fondly down at her, and her heart nearly bursts when she takes note of the love in your eyes and the care in your smile.
You cup her cheek before leaning down, pressing your lips against hers in a firm kiss. She lets out a soft noise as you press her back against the couch, taking control of the kiss and licking at her bottom lip.
Nebula feels her head spinning as she parts her lips for you, allowing you to guide the kiss this time as she raises her hands to your waist. She feels you, touching you everywhere she can reach as you slip your tongue into her mouth. The blue woman below you lets out a soft noise as you run your hands up and down her arms.
She feels herself getting lost in you, mind cloudy with how good loving and being loved feels.
You pull back abruptly, breathing heavily. She goes to follow you, to chase after you but you only pull away a fraction.
“Is everything alright? I didn’t mean to move too fast-”
“No, you didn’t.. That was…”
She clears her throat, eyes flickering over your form.
“I liked it.. Very much.”
Nebula speaks softly. You grin down at her, running your hands up her arms and resting them on her shoulders.
“Good to know.”
You mumble against her lips, a soft smile etching into yours when she speaks up.
“Where else can I touch you?”
She asks so eagerly, ghosting her lips against yours, looking as if she can’t decide between wanting more kisses or wanting to jump on pleasuring you.
You grab her blue hand, guiding it past the hem of your shorts. You don't want to throw too much at her at once, deciding that starting off more simple like this would be the best way to go. You press her hand against your clothed center, the flimsy fabric of your underwear not leaving a lot left to the imagination.
“Right here.”
You murmur against her lips, she feels your breath fanning across her cheeks as you lean in and kiss her again. She returns the kiss eagerly, her heart leaping in her throat when you softly press her fingers up into your clothed cunt.
You gently guide her movements as you kiss her. Her touch slowly becomes more bold as she catches onto the rhythm of your movements, however, beginning to grind her fingers up into you at her own pace.
You retract your hand, a pleased sigh leaving your lips. Nebula leans down and continues littering sweet kisses across your upper chest, your hips softly grinding down onto her fingers.
“Does this feel good?”
She mutters into your chest and you nod, your fingers dancing over her shoulders.
“Yes.. Yeah.”
You murmur into her skin, peppering kisses along the side of her head. You reach down and grab her hand again after giving her some time to become more accustomed to touching you, guiding the tips of her fingers to your clit and pressing down. You gasp softly into her skin.
“Touch right there..”
So Nebula does, focusing on that spot, she experimentally pushes her fingers up against your clothed clit. She can feel how warm and wet you are, her heart leaping into her throat as she continues to touch you.
She picks up her pace a bit, tilting her head back to study your features. Your eyes are half lidded, mouth parted in pleasure. Nebula is in heaven, drinking in your blissful features.
“You’re doing so good, Nebs..”
You breathe out, peeling your eyes open to meet her gaze. She’s desperate to please you, to hear you praise her. She presses down a bit harder, quickening her movements as she wraps her other arm around your back and pulls you flush to her.
Nebula leans down, taking your nipple into her mouth as she presses up into you, adjusting to her new rhythm. You gasp and let out a pleased moan, moving your hips in time with her fingers.
You hadn’t expected for Nebula to catch on so quickly. You don’t know why, she’s trained to be observant and adaptive. But you can’t help but be a bit surprised.
You feel it- a familiar pressure building, your center aching for release with every calculated drag of her fingers, every roll of your hips. You let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.
“Nebula..”
You sigh, dropping your head to the crook of her neck. She swallows hard, moving to pepper kisses across your neck as you unashamedly rut against her hand.
“Don’t stop, please..”
You beg, and she inhales deeply at your desperate words.
“I won’t stop..”
She assures you, her fingers dancing across your back, desperate to feel you closer to her, but she knows that the two of you are already as close as you can possibly be.
“It feels good?”
Nebula asks, and you nod your head.
“So good.. I’m close..”
Your voice is broken as you speak into her neck. Everything is becoming so overwhelming- how delicious the friction of her fingers against your center feels, the warm metal of her arm pressing into your back, the soft, wet kisses she’s leaving against your neck. You let out a moan into her skin, throwing your head back.
Your eyes squeeze shut as the movement of your hips becomes erratic, Nebula keeps rolling her fingers up into you at her regular pace. She swallows hard when she realizes that you’ve soaked through your underwear, her fingers coated in a small layer of slick.
Nebula goes to stop, nervous she did something wrong when you tense up and grip her shoulders tightly, but when her dark eyes meet your features she realizes that she’s done everything right.
Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, a look of pure pleasure etched onto your features as a moan finally works it’s way past your lips.
Your movements still, and suddenly you’re gasping for air, tilting your head back down to meet her gaze.
She’s looking up at you with her puppy dog eyes, admiring you with so much love you feel like you’re going to melt.
You lean down, raising your hands to cup her jaw you kiss her. She returns it eagerly, her hands going to rest on your hips.
You pull away quickly, desperately in need of air. You meet her gaze, a smile making it’s way onto your lips.
“Was that good?”
She asks softly, playing shy so that you’ll praise her some more. Your smile turns into a grin.
“It was really good, Nebs..”
You murmur against her lips, leaving a soft kiss.
“You did really good..”
You pepper another soft, brief kiss against her lips. She’s smiling up at you now, her heart swelling with pride. She wants to do more but she doesn’t know how to ask, she wants to give you more, everything you could ever want.
“Can I do anything.. Anything else?”
You shake your head, your content, sleepy features shadowed.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.. I don’t want to overwhelm you. You did really good tonight.”
Mindlessly, you run your fingers along the back of her head. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Nebula smile so much. Her eyes are half lidded, little smile etched into her blue lips.
“Are you tired?”
She asks, one hand gripping your hip and the other tracing up your arm softly. You nod. Nebula guides you so that the both of you are laying down, you on your back, her resting her head on your chest.
She loves listening to your heartbeat. The steady thrumming in her ear is so relaxing. Your fingers are back to mindlessly running along the back of her head, her eyes closing.
“I love you, Nebula.”
The woman smiles softly, nuzzling further into your chest.
“I love you too.”
#Nebula x Reader#Nebula/Reader#Nebula x Y/N#Nebula reader insert#Marvel Reader Insert#Marvel WLW Reader Insert#chemvel kinktober#Chemvel
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Type of Love
A/N: So I wrote a lil Kate Bishop thing because I am o b s e s s e d with this woman, I couldn’t get her in that suit off of my mind. Hopefully two uploads in one day makes up for my absence on here lately, the other requests will be out soon! <3 ALSO IF YOU RECOGNIZE THE OUTFIT I PUT THE READER IN ILYYYYYYYY <3333333
Also also.. I wanted to add another scene where I basically continue the ending of this fic but I felt like it was getting too long.. So if yall are interested in a pt 2 let me know what you think and I’ll write one! :D
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Things have been weird between you and Kate for some time now. When she’s visiting home after being away at college, the two of you unexpectedly see each other again at a party and your feelings come to light.
Warnings: None.
The second Kate sees you in that dress all coherent thoughts go out of the window.
All she can do is admire you, jaw dropped slightly and eyes wide as she drinks in your appearance. You’re wearing a gown, looking akin to royalty. Like you’re straight out of a fairytale, a real life Disney Princess.
Nevermind that, Kate thinks to herself- you’re more breathtaking than any Disney Princess.
The dress hugs your waist and chest snugly, leaving the soft skin of your shoulders and upper chest bare. She swallows hard as her eyes trail over the cut of your collar bone, her gaze moving down the purple fabric and the black, erratic pattern of lines on it. A black sash is tied above your hips, the dress fanning out into a flowy, elegant skirt, a vibrant cloud of purple and black. Long white gloves cover your arms, your hair neatly tied into a bun and a simple jewel hanging from your neck.
All she can manage to do is stare. Admire you from across the ballroom, wanting to approach you but not knowing what to say.
Kate has had a crush on you ever since the two of you were kids running around her penthouse. She’s always found you to be absolutely stunning, but this is surreal. A living, breathing fairytale right in front of her eyes.
“You should ask her to dance.”
Kate snaps her head towards her mother, gasping in surprise. She hadn’t noticed her standing there.
“Jesus, Mom, you scared the crap out of me!”
She scolds her mother, half trying to get the attention off of her obvious crush and half being genuinely irritated.
“Yeah, well, I noticed you pining from across the room, so I thought I’d come and give you some motivation.”
Eleanor tries to motivate her daughter; she has never been open about her crush on her childhood friend, but Kate is anything but subtle. Her mother was able to catch on quickly.
“What? No, that’s ridiculous, why- no-”
She stutters, completely taken off guard. Eleanor rolls her eyes.
“I mean- We haven’t talked since before I left for college, it would be weird!”
Kate settles on that excuse, but her mother isn’t having it. She shares a knowing look with her child before letting an exasperated sigh leave her lips.
“Alright, I’ll be right back..”
Eleanor mumbles before taking off in your direction.
“No, Mom, what are you doing-”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence as she watches her mother walk away. Kate watches in horror as she approaches you, and immediately your radiant features alight with a smile upon seeing Eleanor. The two of you strike up a conversation, you look so excited to be reunited with her.
Kate smiles softly at the sight. She’s missed you.
Then, her mom gestures back towards where she’s standing, and her eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever. Her heart skips a beat. Your eyes light up excitedly as you immediately excuse yourself and run over to her, holding your skirt in between your gloved fingers as you make your way across the venue.
You’re grinning ear to ear, and Kate feels her throat go dry as you approach.
“Kate! I’ve missed you so much!”
You take her hands in your own, wanting to hug her but not knowing if it would cross any boundaries. Things have been a bit weird between the two of you for a while and you don’t want to push anything, afraid of losing your best friend permanently. You smile excitedly, absolutely ecstatic to be seeing her again.
She smiles back at you, and she looks so nervous through your eyes.
But in reality, Kate is just as excited as you are. Her mind is racing a million miles a minute, unable to think of anything except how much she’s missed you.
So, her response takes a bit longer than it should as she whispers your name excitedly.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
Her voice is so quiet. Your smile drops a bit and you let go of her hands, her heart anxiously spiking in her chest.
“Is something wrong?”
You ask and immediately she shakes her head, black curls flying as she rushes to correct her mistake.
“No! No, of course not! I just haven’t seen you in forever.. And this wasn’t where I imagined reuniting with you.”
She laughs nervously and you smile softly at her words, your fear evaporating in your chest.
“You imagined seeing me again?”
Kate’s smile drops and she feels her cheeks beginning to heat up. This is why she took a step away from you, because you make her thoughts go foggy with your pretty smile and your soft eyes and she can’t keep her thoughts straight. She doesn’t want you to know about her crush, she doesn’t want to permanently lose you.
“Y-yeah, of course.. All the time.”
Your heart warms at her words. You felt like she just moved away and forgot about you, but apparently things are a bit more complicated than you had initially thought.
Kate knows she fucked up by pushing you away. She didn’t know how to deal with her crush on you, she was scared of losing you for good and she didn’t think she would ever have a chance of you feeling the same way. It all scared her so she just ran away.
But her feelings never went away. She’s still just as whipped as she was the day she realized she has a crush on you.
So she decides to be a bit brave.
“Do.. Do you want to dance?”
Kate asks with a lot less grace than she had intended, flinching at how clumsy she sounds. You, however, just grin brightly in response.
“I would love to.”
The pressure on her shoulders lifts a bit at your words, your enthusiasm.
She takes your hand, her heart racing a million miles a minute as she leads you out to the dance floor.
Your palms press together, fingers intertwining. She wishes that you weren’t wearing those stupid gloves so that she could feel your soft hands against hers. You wrap your arm around her neck, a loose, yet sturdy hold, before she slides an arm around your waist, pulling you just a bit closer to her.
Kate’s terrified of tripping, trying desperately to control her erratic breathing as she meets your eyes.
You’re so close, she can smell your sweet perfume. She can make out all of the marks in your skin, the colors in your eyes. Her throat feels so dry as she grips you tighter, guiding you into your first step.
You’re smiling, looking as elegant and beautiful as ever as she guides you around the dance floor. She starts to relax the longer the two of you dance, finding comfort in the silence and your mere presence.
Kate is becoming more confident, her nerves becoming background noise.
She takes your hand and let’s go of your waist, twirling you in a circle and back into her arms. You’re laughing and smiling, looking like you want to live in this moment forever just like she does. She smiles fondly back at you.
Kate wants to live in this moment forever. You in her arms, looking like pure magic.
You’re closer now.
Your front is almost pressed to hers, one gloved hand resting on her upper chest as she wraps an arm around your waist.
Maybe it’s a good thing you’re wearing gloves, Kate thinks, then you can’t feel how sweaty her palms are growing.
The smell of your perfume is intoxicating as she loses herself in your eyes, your movements becoming less grandiose and elegant and more slow, careful swaying and small steps as your focus turns more towards one another.
“Y’know..”
You break the silence, eyeing her suggestively.
“You look really good in a suit.”
Your words are soft, nearly a whisper as you grin at her. She blinks dumbly at the compliment, caught completely off guard.
“Y-yeah?”
She asks, feeling the warmth return to her cheeks. You laugh softly.
“Yeah.”
Kate can hear her heart thrumming against her chest. She hopes that you can’t hear it.
“Well, you look really amazing in that dress..”
She replies, proud of herself for falling back into her smooth charm instead of continuing to look like a flustered idiot. You can’t help the bashful smile that overtakes your lips at her words.
“Thank you.”
The two of you have stopped dancing, the air tense as you eye one another expectantly. You stay within each other’s grasp, however, not wanting to step away. The both of you have unspoken thoughts you desperately want to speak, not knowing what to do or say.
“Kate, did I-”
“I need to-”
You both start at the same time, each of you pausing to allow the other a chance to continue. You both laugh, bright smiles overtaking your lips and Kate’s eyes crinkle at the edges in the cutest way.
“You first.”
You urge her to speak.
“No, I insist that you tell me first.”
Kate pushes, hoping you’ll take the bait. You study her for a moment, pursing your lips in thought. The dark haired woman feels her heartbeat stutter at the action.
You take a step back, still holding onto her hand.
“C’mon, let’s go somewhere and talk.”
Kate holds your hand as you guide her out of the large ballroom and down a hallway, the sounds of your heels clacking against the tile more prominent than the sound of her sneakers. She swallows hard as her gaze flickers between the back of your head and where your bodies are connected.
She finds herself disappointed when you let go of her hand, approaching two glass doors and pushing them open.
You turn around and flash her a smile that has her weak in the knees.
“C’mon.”
She follows you out onto the balcony, the cool nighttime air refreshing against your skin. You approach the railing, your gaze fixated on the stars as you lean against it, resting your weight into your forearms.
Kate stands next to you, her hands stuffed deep into her pockets as she studies you. Your features are shadowed in the starlight, your hair framing your features as you look up at the sky.
You turn your gaze to her, clearing your throat.
“I just.. I just wanted to ask..”
You sound so shy, so unsure of yourself. Kate’s heart leaps in her chest hopefully. You laugh nervously, your eyes flickering to the ground.
“I’ve missed you a lot, Katie..”
You speak softly.
“Did I.. Did I do something? To push you away..”
Your voice only grows softer and more insecure as you speak, unable to meet her gaze. Kate’s heart drops into her stomach.
“And don’t give me any of that “I’ve been busy with school!” bullshit. Things have been weird since before you left.”
Her throat goes dry, and she suddenly finds the battered sneakers on her feet very interesting as she mulls over your words. She sighs, speaking your name softly.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.. I just..”
She doesn’t know what to say, how to say it or what to do. She’s panicking, her eyes finally meeting yours once again.
“Okay.. Fuck it..”
She lets out another sigh, concentration etched onto her features as she searches her mind for what she wants to say.
“I’m in love with you.”
Kate pauses after she speaks the words, still trying to figure out how to properly articulate her feelings.
“And not the, “I love you bestie!” type of love,”
She clarifies, her hands nervously waving about as she speaks.
“The, I want to hold your hand and kiss you typa love.”
She speaks anxiously, her voice straining as years worth of bottled up feelings spill forward. You push yourself off of the balcony railing, standing up.
“The, I can’t stop thinking about you typa love. The, every time you’re remotely close to me I feel like I can’t breathe typa love..”
You take a step towards her and she finally meets your gaze.
“The.. God, she’s so pretty and all I can think about is how badly I want to hold her and kiss her typa love..”
She speaks passionately, finally gaining more confidence.
“I’m head over heels in love with you and I have been since high school.”
She sighs, exasperated as fear washes over her at her admission.
“I’m scared of losing my best friend.. But I can’t keep it a secret anymore.”
She speaks softly, covering her eyes with her hands as if bracing herself for your rejection.
“Say something.. Please..”
She sounds so embarrassed. You take another step towards her, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her hands from her eyes. Kate meets your gaze, swallowing hard as she studies your features and tries to figure out what you’re going to say, how you’ll react.
Her heart stops when your eyes slide closed and you lean in slowly, pressing your lips to hers.
It’s brief, and Kate is too shocked to reciprocate. But she feels like her body is on fire, her lips tingling and her mind racing.
“I love you too, Kate..”
You murmur softly as you pull away.
“And not in a “I love you bestie!” Typa way either..”
You smile softly at her, raising your hand and brushing one of her stray black curls behind her ear.
“In a.. My heart aches for you typa way. In a, every second I get with you isn’t enough because I just want more of you typa way..”
Kate’s grinning from ear to ear as you lean in closer.
“In a, God, all I can do is think about how badly I want to kiss her typa way..”
You cup her cheek, running your thumb over her soft, pale skin. She wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you closer to her.
“Well.. You can just grab me and kiss me whenever you want.. I definitely will not complain.”
You let out a breathy chuckle at her words, your body pressed up against hers. She’s tilting her head forward, her eyes catching on your lips.
“You’re gonna regret saying that.”
You’re grinning and so is she. Kate pretends to think about it for a moment before shaking her head.
“I don’t think I will.”
She speaks softly as you lean in closer.
“Well, it’s too late to go back on your word, anyways.. Pucker up, Bishop.”
Kate laughs at your words, her smile all pearly white teeth. You trace your thumb over the corner of her smile before gently guiding her lips to yours. You’re both grinning into the kiss, and Kate feels like she’s living out a real life fairytale as your lips experimentally move against one another.
The archer hopes that you take advantage of her promise whenever you can because she’s quickly becoming addicted to your soft lips.
She grips your upper arm softly, running her fingers over your chilly skin when you let out a noticeable shiver. Kate leans back, resting her forehead against yours.
“Cold?”
You pause before reluctantly nodding, not wanting to go back inside yet, not wanting to stop kissing her. You want to live in this moment forever, it feels absolutely magical.
Kate leans back and out of your grip, letting her suit jacket fall off of her arms. You smile at her as she wraps it around your bare shoulders, holding the front of it closed with her hands.
“Better?”
You nod your head in approval, your smile falling into a shy one.
“Better.”
She pulls on the lapels of her jacket that’s wrapped around your form, guiding you into another kiss. It’s brief, an exchange of a few sweet, gentle kisses before she leans back again and cocks a questioning eyebrow at you. You return the gesture, knowing her all too well.
“We should order a pizza.”
You laugh, your heart gushing in adoration. After all this time, she’s still your Kate.
#kate bishop x reader#hailee steinfeld x reader#marvel x reader#marvel wlw#wlw#wlw fanficiton#wlw reader insert#kate bishop/reader#kate bishop x you#kate bishop x y/n#chemvel#chemvel fics
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Wasting Time
Day 5 in my Kinktober/Hoevember event!
A/N: I just want a big, mean, milf-y marvel villain to top me. Is that too much to ask?
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Smut! Mean dom! Hela, lots of degradation and dirty talk, choking, rough sex, mirror sex, straight up filth.
“H-Hela.. Fuck.. Please-”
It hurts to speak. The words tear at your throat, your legs feel numb and wobbly under your weight.
“What are you whining about?”
The woman behind you sneers, shooting you a glare from over your shoulder as her gaze finds yours in the mirror in front of you.
Hela wraps an arm around your front, latching her long fingers around your throat in a firm grip. A yelp of surprise leaves your mouth when she pulls you by the neck so that your back is flush to her chest.
You’re so hot. You feel as if your body is on fire, and yet the warmth Hela radiates is addicting. You can’t get enough of the feeling of her body against yours, her warm skin sticking to yours.
You whine as she pulls her hips back, the long, black strap on snugly bound to her waist dragging out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.
“So ungrateful.. You should be worshipping me for even giving you the time of day.”
Her breath is hot against your ear, and you swallow hard under the threatening touch of her fingers, her other hand holding your hip in a bruising grip.
You let out a pathetic noise when she thrusts back into you. It’s hard and rough, it hurts in the best way possible and you’re living for it.
Everything Hela gives you is pleasure.
She starts at an unrelenting pace, rough and demanding. It has you seeing stars every time her hips roughly collide with your ass. Your mind is going hazy, you find yourself barely able to think from the ferocity of her movements.
You feel your vision growing blurry, hot pleasure burning you inside out and feeling so overwhelming as your mouth hangs open in a silent moan.
“You do not deserve my attention.. You should feel lucky that I even chose to waste my time on you.”
You do. You feel so fucking lucky.
The future Queen of Asgard, the Goddess of Death chose you. Out of all of the other women in the Nine Realms, out of all of the other pretty servant girls at her disposal she chose you. She could have any woman she wanted and yet she sought you out, began flirting with you and fucking you in secrecy.
Having such a powerful woman want you is a euphoric feeling.
“Y-Yes.. Thank you for wasting your time on me, Hela.. Thank you..”
Your words are all breath as you babble, nothing but desperation and eager obedience for your Queen. She smirks at you, her fingers tightening around your throat.
“Such a good little whore..”
She coos in your ear, her voice dripping in sarcasm. Regardless of her mean words and harsh tone you can feel her icy gaze lingering on you in the mirror. Intensely studying you and every movement you make. Your eyes squeeze shut as she quickens her pace, using her grip on your throat to thrust into you harder. Faster. You can barely breathe, your head is beginning to spin.
It stings. How she’s roughly fucking you, your cunt feels so sore and abused. But you’re loving every second of it. Your moans and whines are coming out breathy and broken from how she’s squeezing your windpipe.
“Look at your Queen.”
She demands, and you try your hardest to oblige. You pry your eyes open, desperately trying to blink the fuzz from the edges of your vision.
“So pathetic.. You can’t even look at me.”
You gasp for air as she pauses. Her hips are flush against your ass and she rocks them deliciously, causing her thick cock to stir inside of you and brush all of the places that have your eyes nearly rolling back into your head and your nails desperately biting into your palms.
Your vision is starting to grow black, you can’t decide what to focus on. How good she’s fucking you or how you can barely breathe from her tight grip around your throat.
Your eyelids roll shut. You can’t help it. Everything is so good, so overwhelming. Distantly you hear her mean laugh.
Hela releases her grip on your throat and slides her hand to the base of your neck, loosely holding you there. You gasp for air as the ability to breathe once again is given to you, feeling relief immediately flood you when she lets you out of her death grip.
You meet her gaze, desperate to correct your mistake. She hums thoughtfully.
“You’re so much more durable than all of my previous playthings..”
She drops both of her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your soft flesh as she guides you back onto her cock. You groan, your legs shaking from the intensity of her movements. You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to hold yourself up. But you'll manage somehow. If only it were easier to keep your eyes where they're supposed to be.
“Maybe you’re not so worthless after all..”
You lean forward, pressing your palms flat against the mirror in front of you for support. She continues to slowly guide the thick dildo out of you before rolling her hips and thrusting it back into you in one fluid, deep movement.
When you can finally tear your eyes open once again, you glance at her in the mirror. Her hair is hanging over her features as she watches, almost entranced by how your pussy stretches around her.
“So tight.. You might just be my new favorite toy.”
Hela smirks at you as she meets your gaze. A moan escapes your lips when she pulls your hips back and onto her cock, a deep, experimental thrust that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to prepare yourself for what she’s going to do to you next.
You let out a noise of surprise when she grabs a fist full of your hair and roughly pulls you backwards, your scalp burning in the aftermath of the harsh tug. Your back is flush against her front once again, your head rocking back and leaning against her shoulder as she slides her hands up your body.
Again, it’s so hot. Her body is so warm and so is yours, it’s like a fire igniting between the two of you and it’s roasting you alive. You’d gladly let the flames swallow you whole if it meant Hela could fuck you like this forever.
Her piercing eyes meet yours, a warning and predatory look shot your way and you feel yourself growing nervous at the thought of having done something wrong. Hela leans in, her eyes staying locked with yours as she ghosts her lips against the shell of your ear.
“No.. Watch. Watch while I ruin you.”
Her breath tickles your skin, her voice so soft compared to the command she just gave you. A shiver runs down your spine.
So you watch as her hands run along the skin of your chest before taking hold of your breasts. Hela begins to knead them, her touch demanding as she roughly squeezes and paws at your chest. She starts rolling her hips into yours, her movements becoming more frantic.
You go to throw your head back against her shoulder. You can't help it- you're so sensitive that you go to squeeze your eyes shut and look away by instinct.
You go to correct your mistake immediately, but she's too quick. A disappointed scoff falls from her lips as she raises one of her hands and takes hold of your jaw, her grip so tight it squishes your cheeks as she guides you to look in the mirror. She holds you there, making you watch the scene of desperate thrusts and tangled limbs unfold before you.
“Disobedient slut..”
She sounds so disappointed. You whine pathetically, and she laughs at you.
“No.. We are staying here until you learn how to obey your Queen.”
You’re honored that she is willing to waste more time on you.
#hela x reader#hela odinsdottir x reader#hela/reader#hela odinson x reader#chemvel#chemvel kinktober#marvel kinktober#kinktober 2021
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Camera Shy
Kinktober day 3!
A/N: GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS. Fun fact: I originally started posting fanfiction because there wasn't a lot of Olivia Octavius x Reader stuff and I wanted to contribute, my first fic on this blog was Octopus Woman. I've missed writing for psychotic scientist gf.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Smut! Recording, praise, overstimulation, bondage (Olivia uses her tentacles to hold reader down) I think that's it but if I'm forgetting any lmk!
“Liv.. Please..”
You throw your head back against the pillow, your body going limp. The woman between your spread legs hums at you in question as you feel your thighs tremble, aftershocks from your last orgasm washing over you.
“Please what, sweetheart? Do you want more?”
An evil smirk overtakes her lips as you nod frantically. Olivia laughs, sweeping a stray lock of wild, brown hair behind her ear.
“I’ve already made you cum four times and you still want more.. So greedy.”
Four times? Has it really been that many?”
Your girlfriend pushes your thighs apart, grabbing her phone that had been discarded on the bed next to you. You watch as she pulls up the camera and presses record, a wave of embarrassment washing over you when what’s about to happen fully sinks into your mind. If you weren’t already so flushed you’re sure she’d be teasing you.
Olivia goes to aim the camera towards your tired, blissed out body but she abruptly stops her movements, leaving the camera pointed at her still clothed lap.
“You’re still comfortable with this, darling?”
She asks, eyeing you excitedly over the rim of her thick glasses. They’ve slid down her nose and a cute, lopsided grin grows on her features to accompany it. Your heart aches with love for the mad scientist between your legs.
“Of course it’s okay, Liv.. I’m just a bit camera shy is all..”
You mumble, going to cover your chest and press your legs together just as she raises the camera. Emerald eyes peek at you over the top of her phone, that crazy glint in her eyes you’ve grown to adore.
“No, no, no.. This just won’t do..”
She coos, jutting her bottom lip out in thought. After a moment she pushes her glasses back up her nose with a dramatic sigh. Your heart leaps in your chest when her robotic tentacles smoothly wind out from behind her back, knowing full well what her intentions are. The green appendages slide around your ankles and wrists, the metal cool against your overheating skin. You can’t help but shiver.
This happens a lot. Liv gets so excited and horny when she gets back from work or an intense fight that she forgets to take off all of her equipment, and clothes, sadly, before laying you down on the bed and either edging you or overstimulating you for hours, depending on her mood.
The tentacles gently pull your hands and feet apart so that you’re spread before her, unable to hide yourself as she raises her camera once again. You don’t fight it, but you know from experience that the grip is so snug that you couldn't move, let alone try to hide yourself.
“Look at you.. So pretty..”
Olivia coos and you feel flustered as she raises her phone, ensuring that her camera catches every inch of your exposed body. Her glasses slid down her nose again in the process, and you hadn’t noticed yourself holding your breath.
Your throat is dry. You’re liking this a lot more than you initially thought.
“They’re not too tight, love?”
You shake your head no. She cups your cheek, her green eyes studying you intensely.
“Still camera shy? I thought I did a good job warming you up for this..”
Olivia pushes her glasses up her nose as she picks up the vibrator she had abandoned earlier in the night, flicking it on. Your heart lurches in anticipation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you singing for me in no time..”
She purrs as she presses the toy to your clit. You jolt in your restraints grasp, pulling on the artificial limbs. You barely move out of place. You throw your head back as you let out a breathy moan, your toes curling from how sensitive you are. You’re still so sore and overstimulated regardless of the brief break she gave you, and you know you won’t last too long.
When you look back down at Olivia she has the camera focused on your center. She’s babbling about how pretty you are as she drags the vibrator down and up your glistening folds slowly, watching intensely through her phone screen. She stops to tease your entrance with the tip of the toy before dragging it back upwards. You’re moaning out again, your voice scratchy.
“See? I told you that you’d be singing for me in no time.”
The scientist grins at you, moving the camera back up to your flushed face and pausing for a moment of thought. She watches you through the camera, her gaze transfixed and focused. Suddenly she presses the vibrator against your clit, dragging rough circles around the abused nub. You let out a breathy noise, your eyes squeezing shut as you curl the side of your face into the pillow.
“There! That’s what I wanted to see... “
The woman says hotly, and when you peel your eyes open you can make out the biggest grin on her face through the blur.
“I love seeing you overwhelmed with pleasure..”
Her voice goes soft, the movement of the vibrator against your clit becoming faster. Your eyes flutter shut as you let your head fall back.
“No, keep your head up, baby.. Wanna see the pretty faces you make..”
Olivia demands, and you use all the strength you can muster to pull your head off of the pillow and face her camera. You try to peel your eyes open but whenever you do there’s black spots eating at the edge of your vision, so eventually you give up and squeeze your eyes closed as she continues her assault on your cunt.
“Good girl..”
She coos, and you can hear how focused she is in the tone of her voice. Her movements with the toy become faster, more rough and it feels as if every inhale is tearing at your sore throat, every nerve in your body on fire. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel yourself being pushed higher and higher.
“Liv.. L-Liv-”
You’re stuttering, your mind so cloudy you don’t even know what you’re trying to say. The happiest, proudest grin ever dons her stunning features as she watches you, absolutely transfixed.
“Yeah? What is it, sweetheart?”
You whine as you search for words, her voice so soft and sweet.
You weakly pull at your restraints, squirming in their hold as the pressure in your abdomen becomes overwhelming. You’re not trying to escape her hold, you just want to ground yourself as your thoughts become muddled. Pulling on the tight grip around your wrists helps a bit.
“M’ gonna.. ‘S too much- M’ gonna-”
You can barely speak as your feet curl, your nails biting into your palm and your body tensing so tight you feel as if you just might snap.
“Gonna cum?”
You nod your head frantically, panting. You can barely breathe, everything is so overwhelming. Your mind is foggy as you weakly attempt to roll your hips up into the toy, wanting desperately to make that coil in your abdomen come undone.
Olivia leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You chase after her when she pulls away and smiles, refocusing the camera. She can’t decide where she wants it more, on your angelic face or your pretty pussy.
She decides on the second option, pausing a moment to readjust so that she’s sitting back on her knees between your spread legs. You whine at the brief loss of contact and Olivia laughs, giving you what you want.
“So needy..”
You groan, and she drags the tip of the toy between your drenched folds, gathering more wetness before focusing on the sore nub. You whine out as she begins frantically drawing the toy over your clit again in random patterns.
“L-Liv-!”
Her camera is focused on you. On capturing you in a moment of intense bliss.
“Cum for me baby.”
She urges, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan, holding your breath as pleasure crashes into you. You curse as she continues her assault on your clit, dragging on your pleasure for as long as possible. Your arms and legs begin to tremble from the intensity of it all.
You let out a relieved exhale when she removes the toy from your center. You slump in the hold of your restraints, your head falling limp against the pillow. You take the moment to greedily drink in air as you come to your senses.
The tentacles retract, slithering behind Olivia’s back. Your limbs fall onto the plush blankets beneath you, and immediately you raise your hands and begin rubbing at your wrists. Olivia takes hold of your ankles, rubbing the skin softly and pressing an apologetic kiss to the inside of each.
“Are you feeling okay?”
You smile softly down at her.
“I’m feeling great.”
An evil smile crosses Olivia’s lips as she leans back.
“Good.. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
You swallow hard at her words, it hurts from how dry your throat is.
“Now.. Do I need to keep the tentacles on or are you going to be a good girl and behave?”
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Distant Desires
Day 1 in my 2021 Kinktober event! Check out my Kinktober Masterlist if you want to see what else I have planned! :D
A/N: aaaaa here it is! It’s longer than I intended and it to be but I am obsessed with this woman so inevitably I got carried away. I didn’t expect to take this long on it but damn here we are, my Kinktober might become a Kinkvember but oh well, I intend on publishing everything I want to write! My life is just absolutely crazy. All the time. I never catch a break.
Note: Tumblr fucked with my formatting. I tried to fix it but if some spots are off thats why.
Warnings: Porn with (some) plot, Agatha is readers boss, age gap, mommy kink, corruption kink, praise, a lil edging and a lil bit of degradation. Religious themes, a dash of homophobia for the plot. Might’ve missed some other stuff.
Word Count: 5k. I hope the length makes up for how long I took on it akjsaf
You always felt a disconnect from your family and friends. It wasn’t until one night at a middle school sleepover when you realized just why you felt like you didn’t fit in with them.
One by one all of your friends shared which boy they crushed on with shy giggles and a dreamy tone to their voices. Anxiety weighed you down on you like a ton of bricks with each one of their admissions, and you came to the stumbling realization that you actually had a crush on your best friend sitting next to you, not a boy like everyone expected you to.
When it was your turn you tried desperately to dodge their questions, but eventually they backed you into a corner and you falsely admitted to liking a random boy in your class, deciding to safely hide in a lie than risk the backlash from the truth.
With your father being the pastor at your local church and your mother teaching Sunday school, you’ve heard all of their preaching’s and religious beliefs. But their distaste for the homosexual sinners always echoed in your mind whenever your thoughts would wander to your desires and crushes. If you were to ever to admit who you truly are there would literally be hell to pay.
In your late years of high school, the captain of the football team asked you out. Repetitively. You’d politely say no with a smile every time, your friends confused and baffled as to how you could turn down “the hottest guy in school.” (Their words, not yours.) And eventually he asked you to prom. It was extravagant and romantic, and you reluctantly said yes in front of a cheering crowd at a football game.
The two of you have been dating for a few years. He complains about how you don't want to have sex, but you luckily can hide under the guise that you’re saving yourself for marriage. You feel guilty for stringing him along, you really do, but it’s either pretend to be straight or be ostracized by your family. It was an easy decision.
That’s what your life had become. Nothing but lying and pretending to be someone you’re not, until Agatha Harkness came along.
You don’t get many new neighbors in your small, tight knit town, so when a bookstore opened up next to the bakery on main street you were quick to check it out. You were her first customer, and the two of you started talking and became friends almost immediately.
You’d stop at her store every week and would easily get lost in conversation for hours if you weren’t interrupted. The both of you would talk about everything from book recommendations to songs on the radio, to your personal lives and frustrations. You particularly liked to hear about her trips around the world, and she was always eager to listen to whatever was on your mind.
You developed a bit of a crush on Ms. Harkness. Your gaze would linger on her longer than you intended, your mind wandering to every little romantic and intimate thing you wish you could do with the woman. There was something about Agatha that just made you feel drawn to her.
Eventually, you started working for Ms. Harkness. You were starting college and desperately needed money so she offered you a part time job at her little bookstore. You quickly fell in love with it, being able to look at all the new titles in the store, recommend books to customers, and Agatha even let you snatch up new releases you were excited to read before they even hit the shelves.
Working with Agatha became your only solace in life. In her little bookstore, being around her, it's the only time you ever felt like you could be authentic. You could take off your mask and let your true colors show without fear.
You found yourself staying as late as you could at work, searching for any excuse to bask in the comfort of her presence and the walls of books for as long as possible. You never wanted to leave your own personal little safe space. Tonight your excuse was that you absolutely needed to help her count the register.
Agatha shouted your name, trying to get your attention. You felt yourself flush when you realized your gaze had lingered on her longer than you would have liked, having zoned out a bit.
“Y-yes, Ms. Harkness?”
The woman rested her chin in the palm of her hand, leaning against her big, oak desk. Her natural beauty never ceases to stun you.
“I asked how your boyfriend is doing?”
She cocked an eyebrow curiously at you as she waited for your answer. You laughed nervously, internally kicking yourself as you smoothed out the fabric of your skirt across your thighs.
“He’s.. Fine.. I guess.”
You shrugged it off and Ms. Harkness grabbed this opportunity while it was laid out perfectly before her.
“Fine? You don’t seem too enthusiastic about him.”
You smile nervously at her words and simply shrug.
“I.. I don’t know..”
You stuttered, scared to admit anything about your romantic life. You’d hate for her to catch onto your little crush. That would be absolutely mortifying, and not to mention if it got out that the pastor's daughter is queer? Your family would never live down the shame.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Your eyes flitted up to her features and she looked concerned. You felt yourself stumbling over your words, all of the air escaping your lungs when she rested a comforting hand on your knee, on the exposed skin right in between the end of your skirt and your thigh high socks. Your eyes locked on where her skin was connected with yours, her long, pale fingers looking all too tempting..
“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right dear?”
Your eyes snap back up to meet hers and once again you find yourself fumbling over your words. There’s a brief pause as you search for what you want to say, and the older woman watches you with patient eyes.
“Yeah, I do… I just- I don’t know how I feel about him… Whenever he tries to kiss me or be affectionate, I get grossed out and.. I- I dunno...”
You stutter out, your gaze flickering between where her hand is still resting on your thigh and those breathtaking eyes of hers. Your mind is running a million miles a minute.
“Oh?”
Ms. Harkness prompts you to continue, your heart thrumming against your chest at the fact that her hand was still on your thigh and showed no sign of moving. On the contrary, she began rubbing her thumb softly against your skin. You swallowed hard, anxiety and excitement bubbling up in your chest and coursing through your veins.
“I might know why..”
She murmurs, leaning in towards you. Your breath catches in your throat, your lips parting and eyes widening in surprise. You must be dreaming.
“Why?”
You ask, your voice soft and shaky.
“You really think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? It’s hard not to.”
Embarrassment crashes into you like a truck. You feel yourself grow hot as panic begins to set in, you try to laugh it off and make up an excuse when she squeezes your thigh softly, moving her hand upward as a few of her fingers disappear under your skirt.
All of the excuses you were about to make die in your throat. Your running mind comes to a screeching halt, you hold your breath. This can’t be real. You look up to meet her gaze, to be reassured that this is simply a fantasy, but when she raises a hand and affectionately cups your cheek, her touch is all too real. Your eyes widen in surprise as she runs her thumb over the soft skin, her features relaxed as she studies you.
“You’re such a pretty little thing…It’s such a shame that your boyfriend can’t take care of you.”
Her wheeled desk chair is suddenly closer than you remember it being, a small gap between her chair and yours. You snap your eyes back up to meet her gaze once again. Ms. Harkness has leaned in so close to you that you can feel her breath fan across your cheeks when she speaks.
“I can take care of you if you like.”
She murmurs, her lips barely moving. A smirk creeps onto her features, her eyes glazed over with desire. She knows that you won’t turn her down.
This feels like a fantasy you save for the late hours of the night, when you’re alone in your room with your thoughts. A distant desire, a dream you thought would never see the light of day. Yet here Agatha is, offering to turn it into a reality.
You nod your head enthusiastically.
“I need to hear you say it, baby..”
She tempts you with her sultry voice and sweet words, your stomach is doing flips. She’s leaning in closer, her eyes lingering on your lips. You swallow hard before responding,
“Yes.. Please take care of me.”
Ms. Harkness pauses after you speak and for a split moment you’re afraid you did something wrong. But your worries disintegrate when a pleased smirk crosses her lips, and her hand that’s resting on your cheek slips behind your head and tangles itself in your hair.
“Good girl.”
You had been preached to a lot about heaven and the eternal glory that came with it, but the moment she pressed her lips against yours and slid her tongue into your mouth is when you started to understand what heaven must truly be like.
She moves her lips against yours, the kiss soft and sweet. Your heart feels as if it’s in your throat, the nerves and excitement you’re feeling equally as dizzying as the intoxicating feeling of her mouth melding with yours.
Her teeth catch your lip in a slow drag as she pulls back. The two of you try to catch up with your breath, both of your faces flushed as you eyed each other.
She pauses for a moment before standing, gently nudging her desk chair backwards and out of the way as she rises. The woman takes your face in her hands and her heart aches at the sight of you looking up at her with your sweet, doe eyes - she craves to lay you down on her desk and pull you apart, piece by piece until you’re putty in her hands.
“Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart? You can get up and leave right now and I won’t hold it against you.”
She asks again, and your heart melts at her consideration. You nod eagerly.
“Yes… I want you..”
You reply more confidently than you thought you would, and Ms. Harkness lets her hands drop from your cheeks with a wicked smile. You feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of contact.
“Such a good girl… Come and sit on my desk, baby.”
Ms. Harkness moves away from you and you’re eager to follow, going to sit up on her big wooden desk. She doesn’t seem to care about the work she had abandoned as she helps you sit up and settle on the hard oak. You keep your knees pressed together, your skirt keeping you modest before her. But you have a feeling that won’t be for long.
She raises an eyebrow and smirks. You lean back onto your hands, bracing yourself against the wood. It’s a bit cold under your palms and the warm skin of your thighs.
Ms. Harkness drops her hands, both of them landing on your knees as she begins to gently nudge them apart. You’re shaking a bit because of your nerves as you part your legs for her, eager to please.
She takes a step forward, standing between your legs as she hooks her hands behind your knees and pulls you forward, flush against her. You let out a surprised noise and she laughs, flustering you even more. Your palms are sweaty against the wood of the desk.
“Such a nervous little thing.. Here, Mommy will take good care of you..”
Her words send blood rushing to your cheeks and heat pooling in your gut, her half lidded eyes clouded with desire. She hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze as she brings her lips against yours in a soft, sweet kiss. You eagerly return it, hooking your arms around her neck as you begin to comb your fingers through her soft brown locks.
She begins peppering kisses across your jaw as she folds herself over you, guiding you to lean back on your elbows against the desk. Her warm, soft body is pressed up against yours and you know you’ll never get sick of this feeling. You crave more of it- more of her.
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you, dear?”
Agatha asks in a low whisper against your ear. She knows that she’s the first one to kiss and touch you so intimately, but she wants to hear you say it. Your hypnotizing voice, as sweet as honey, confirms that you’re all hers to ruin.
“N-no, I haven’t..”
She laughs, low and sultry and you feel your knees go weak at the noise. Ms. Harkness begins licking and kissing under your jaw and your upper neck, soft, breathy noises begin falling past your lips that just seem to spur the woman on.
“Such an innocent little thing..”
The woman whispers against your skin and it sends a chill down your spine.
She eagerly pulls on the bottom of your shirt. You swallow hard before leaning forward and raising your hands, allowing her to pull the fabric off of you in one fluid motion before returning to your previous position, leaning back against the desk on your palms. Agatha leans back herself, her eyes hungrily admiring your newly revealed skin.
Ms. Harkness sighs as she leans over you once again, one of her hands supporting herself on the desk beside you as she uses the other to softly push on your shoulder so that you’re laying with your back flat against the desk. Your mostly bare back meets the cool wood below you. She softly rolls her hips against yours, her striking blue eyes absorbing the pleased face you make at the little bit of friction.
You grow shy under her intense gaze, wanting to cover your chest. No one has ever seen so much of you before. Your hands are occupied holding yourself up, though, so luckily you have no choice but to choke down that urge.
Her hand softly squeezes your throat before trailing downwards, tracing over your bra. You feel flushed and flustered, but she certainly knows how to distract you from your shyness as she lays on top of you, slipping her arms under your back as she begins rolling her hips into yours once again, grinding deliciously against your center.
You gasp softly in her ear as her mouth attaches to your collarbone, nipping and licking as she expertly unhooks your bra.
She leans back and takes the bra with her, dropping it on the floor next to the desk. The cool air hits your chest and immediately your skin pebbles. You go to cover yourself up, you feel extremely exposed and vulnerable under her gaze, but she grabs your hands and pins them next to your head. She tsks at you, a scolding tone lacing her voice.
“Don’t hide yourself, sweetheart.. I want to see that pretty body of yours all laid out for me..”
Ms. Harkness trails off as her eyes drift down your body, eagerly biting her lip when her eyes land on your newly exposed breasts. You swallow hard, your throat drying with anticipation.
“Y-yes, Ms. Harkness, I’m sorry.”
You sound so pathetic when you mumble out those words.
“I’ll be nice and give you one more chance to get my name right.. Mommy is the only thing you’re allowed to call me right now. Understand?”
Her stern, demanding tone makes heat pool in your gut. You nod your head eagerly.
“Yes, Mommy.”
You speak softly, but loud enough so that she can hear clearly, eager to please.
“Good girl.”
Agatha leans down and presses her mouth to yours once again in a needy kiss. She lets go of your wrists, her hands grabbing your hips and trailing upwards. The skin of her hands is so cold it makes you feel as if your skin is on fire as they leave a chilly trail up your stomach, ribs, and eventually they eclipse your breasts.
She begins kneading the squishy mounds experimentally, slipping her tongue into your mouth as she does so. You moan softly as her movements grow slightly rougher, and she begins to roll her thumbs over your chilled nipples.
Ms. Harkness lips leave yours and she begins kissing a wet trail across your jaw, down your neck and chest, making her way to your breasts. She moves to your right breast first, peppering kisses all around it before she starts to lick and suck harsh marks into your soft flesh. A gasp escapes your lips when she latches her mouth onto your nipple and sucks, circling her tongue around the bud. You tangle your fingers in her hair.
She smirks happily at the fresh marks on your skin before latching her mouth onto your neglected breast, sucking and licking at the untouched skin. You let out a breathy moan, all of the rough stimulation becoming too good.
You hook your legs around her waist and begin unashamedly grinding onto her, needing more friction from the woman above you. Your mind is becoming hazy with desperation, and you can feel yourself growing impatient as her movements become more rough, your breasts more sensitive. Before you know it you’re mewling and keening into her ear pathetically, desperately grinding up onto her, your legs locked around her waist in a death grip and your hands pulling at her hair to ground yourself as your mind clouds with pleasure.
The older woman leans back from your chest, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. You whine, reaching your arms out to her, immediately missing the contact. She chuckles softly at your desperation.
“So pretty...”
The older woman speaks softly as she trails one of her lithe fingers down your body. It starts at your throat, the cold digit leaving goosebumps in its wake as it makes a path down your chest, between the valley of your breasts and ventures lower and lower..
You’re practically panting with anticipation, drinking in her disheveled and desire filled appearance. Her half lidded eyes meet yours again with a smirk as she traces the marks forming on your chest.
Ms. Harkness starts trailing her hands up your thighs and under your skirt. Your heart is thrumming as she hooks her fingers into your underwear, and immediately you raise your hips from the desk so that she can pull your panties off.
You flush in embarrassment when you realize just how wet you are, and at the fact that you’re practically naked in front of your boss that you’ve been crushing on for months now.
With a wink she stuffs your underwear in her pocket, and if you’re surprised you haven’t passed out from the amount of blood rushing to your cheeks. She takes a fistful of your skirt and pushes it up, nudging your legs apart with her free hand.
You’re practically hyperventilating, and Agatha must notice this because she pauses to knead your thigh gently, giving you a kind smile.
“Relax,”
She coos.
“You’re doing so good for me. Just lay back and let Mommy take care of you, okay?”
You nod your head and calm your breathing.
“Good girl.”
She says softly before dropping to her knees in front of you. You do your best to relax and listen to her, but it’s hard when your heart is racing and you can barely keep up with all the thoughts running through your head.
You can’t take your eyes off of her. She looks so good with her face encompassed by your thighs, you want to burn this image into your memory.
Agatha leans forward and drags her tongue through your folds. Your eyelids flutter shut and you let out a soft moan, you’re already addicted to the feeling and you’ve barely even gotten a taste. The older woman smirks against you, the strokes of her tongue becoming more firm as she continues the movements.
You sigh as she laves her tongue from your entrance to your clit, drawing little patterns over it before slowing dragging her tongue downwards and toying with your entrance. She repeats the action a few times, slow and teasing. You tangle your fingers in the roots of her hair, a sharp moan tearing through your throat when she pushes her tongue inside of you.
She slowly drags it in and out of your entrance a few times before trailing her tongue back up to your clit, softly pulling the bud between her lips and sucking.
You curse softly, eagerly grinding your hips down onto her face. She’s smirking against you, proud of the mess she’s turning you into. She doubles down on her ministrations, rocking her tongue back into you in time with the roll of your hips, raising her hand and softly tracing her thumb over your clit.
“M-mommy, please..”
You whine, your fingers tightening in her hair. She hums into your went cunt, your leg arching involuntarily as a gasp of pleasure tears through you.
She keeps ghosting her thumb over your clit, slowly thrusting her tongue in and out of you in time with each sloppy roll of your hips. You’re getting desperate as you feel your pleasure mounting higher and higher, chasing it with each needy rut against her face. Agatha raises her free hand and holds your hip tightly, guiding your movements against her mouth.
Again, you whine loudly. You feel it coming up on you, your orgasm is so close you can almost taste it. Her tongue feels so good inside of you, how it deliciously rubs against your walls with every precise thrust, how her thumb ghosts over your clit, just barely giving you friction. She’s purposely keeping you hanging right on the edge of bliss. You’re right on the precipice, almost there, your body is buzzing in anticipation.
You groan in frustration when she pulls back, a devious smirk on her lips.
A wave of embarrassment washes over you when you see the lower half of her face drenched in your arousal. Agatha makes a show of licking you from her lips, her tongue slowly tracing over her soft pink lips before wiping off her chin and around her mouth with the back of her hand. You swallow hard.
She pulls her hair over her left shoulder as she stands, the wild brown locks a mess from being pulled at, frayed and sticking out at odd angles. God, is she a sight to see, her hair a tangled mess, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide as she leans over you.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you watch the woman above you like a hawk. She eyes you like you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever seen before she presses her mouth against yours, the kiss rough and demanding. Your teeth clash, and you’re positive your mouth will bruise from the force of her rough affection.
You moan into the kiss when her hand cups your pussy, dripping in your arousal and her saliva. Agatha pulls back, only slightly, and rests her forehead against yours.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen..”
She breathes against your lips, grinding her hand up into you. You moan again, your eyelids fluttering shut.
“Look at me, baby..”
Agatha demands and you pry your eyelids open, meeting her gaze.
“Good girl..”
She coos just as she eases her middle finger into your soaking, tight entrance. You moan loudly at the intrusion as she slowly sinks into you until she’s buried to her last knuckle. You whine softly, throwing your head back against the desk. She laughs breathily as she leans down and begins kissing your collarbone once again.
“You’re so noisy..”
Agatha remarks in a teasing voice as she begins dragging her finger out of you, only to swiftly thrust it back in. Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, almost unable to process how she manages to make you feel as if sparks are flying from every drag of her skin against yours.
The older woman starts nipping and sucking at the marks she painted on your chest earlier, darkening them. Your skin is so sensitive from her earlier abuse, your pussy feeling just as sensitive and it’s almost too much to handle. You’re keening and moaning into her ear, one of your hands wildly carding through her hair to try and ground yourself in reality.
She’s licking across your chest when she carefully pushes her index finger into you, joining her middle finger. Your throat feels hoarse from how much you’ve been moaning.
“Fuck, you’re so tight..”
Agatha hisses against your skin as she begins rolling her hand up into you. You’re seeing stars, her fingers can reach places inside of you that you could only dream of, your own small hands are nothing in comparison to her long, lithe ones that work you so perfectly.
She’s winding you up again, pulling you tighter and tighter but keeping you on the precipice of pleasure. You whine into her ear, desperately tugging at her hair as she peppers your neck in kisses.
“Please, Mommy, please-”
You’re babbling desperately, rolling your hips sloppily in time with her thrusts. Agatha chuckles darkly against your neck.
“So needy… I want to hear you beg a little more before I let you cum.. You just sound so pretty, baby..”
She coos against your skin, and you groan out desperately.
You move your hand from her head to her shoulder, nails biting into her soft, pale skin. She leans back and admires you below her.
Her thrusts slow just a tiny bit and you whine out in frustration, throwing your head back against the desk. She’s doing this on purpose - giving you just enough pleasure to keep you right on the edge and frustrated. It’s maddening, you feel like you’re going to explode. You feel a few tears spill from the corners of your eyes.
“P-please, Mommy.. Wanna cum so bad.. You’re making me feel so good..”
You moan out, rolling your hips down onto her fingers. She doesn’t stop you, she merely smirks down at your frantic actions. She raises her free hand and wipes away the tears that had escaped your eyes, cupping your cheek. It’s so affectionate and sweet, and you nuzzle into her hand, kissing her wrist. Your movements are uncoordinated and messy, your mind scrambled in desperation.
“Such a sweet girl.. I love seeing you become such a pathetic little mess for me.. So pretty..”
She sighs out, a wide, pleased smile on her features as she starts thrusting her hand up into you harder. You let out a surprised moan, broken thank you’s falling from your lips as sparks of pleasure begin flying through you at a more intense rate.
“Tell me.. Who does this pretty little cunt belong to, sweetheart?”
She coos, running her thumb sweetly over your cheek as her rough thrusts cause wet noises to sound throughout the dim office. If you could think clearly you’d be embarrassed, but your mind is focused on only one thing. You choke on your moans before responding.
“You, Mommy, M’ all yours..”
You desperately respond, your vision becoming fuzzy as the coil in your stomach pulls impossibly tight. The sound of her fucking her hand up into you gets louder, and you just know her hand is absolutely drenched in your arousal.
“Good girl.”
All you see is her features and the dim background behind her bleed together as her thumb begins swiping over your clit in quick, frantic passes.
Your vision goes blank as the coil in your abdomen snaps, your body tensing impossibly tight as pleasure courses through you in thick waves. You let out a long, broken moan as she fucks you through your pleasure, your legs and your hands holding onto her for dear life as she drags out your high for as long as she can.
“You did such a good job, sweetheart..”
You’re desperately heaving for air when your body finally slumps, your limbs falling loosely to the desk below you as if you’re a ragdoll. You feel as if your body is electric in the aftermath of your orgasm.
Agatha's fingers are still buried inside of you, shallow, soft thrusts making black spots eat at the edge of your vision. You whine, throwing your head back against the desk. Her continuous movements are becoming overwhelming, you've grown so sensitive and it's all too much.
"Mommy, please.."
Your voice is wobbly as you weakly claw at her forearm. She smirks down at you.
"I thought you wanted this, baby.."
She taunts you and you whine desperately again, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
"Too much.."
You breathe out the words, your chest heaving. The older woman finally pulls her fingers from your heat, and you groan at the loss of contact, missing how her fingers filled you up so perfectly but grateful that she's giving you a chance to rest.
"Thank you.."
You sigh, wrapping your shaky arms around her shoulders as she leans over you. She smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Of course.. I don't want to overwhelm you during your first time. Don't get used to this kindness, though."
Agatha warns you, her words muffled against your skin. You nod your head in understanding, your eyelids sliding shut as you continue to catch your breath.
Agatha praises you as she comfortingly runs her hands over your body. You hum happily, peeling your eyes open to meet hers. A content smile crosses your lips.
Agatha leans back, only slightly. Her wild brown locks hang over one of her shoulders, her blue eyes absolutely mesmerizing as she cups your cheek. She softly runs her fingers over the flesh before her thumb moves to toy with your bottom lip.
“Thank you, Mommy.”
You're surprised by the confidence in your tone, especially while she's studying you with thoughtful eyes and an intense gaze. She runs her thumb back and forth on your bottom lip, staring eagerly.
“Now.. I’m dying to see how your pretty little face looks between my thighs.”
#Kinktober#Kinktober 2021#Agatha Harkness x Reader#Agatha Harkness/Reader#Agatha Harkness x Y/N#Agatha Harkness/Y/N#Smut#Chemvel#chemvel kinktober
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Chime of the Bell
A/N: I reference that she's Captain Carter in this fic, but Hayley Atwell is just so fine I had to use a gif of h e r specifically. Also I haven't read much pet play stuff so I hope this is good!!! I hope the requester enjoys!! (I lost your ask I'm so sorry crjfjdk) I’m sorry about the delay! <3
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Smut! Pet play, collars, thigh slapping, implied spanking, slight size kink, edging and a bit of overstimulation at the end.
You whine weakly into the mattress every time her hips roughly collide with your ass, the skin already sore and red from punishments delivered earlier in the night. Your thoughts are zoned in on the ache between your thighs and your desperation for it to be relieved, how you have to fight the urge to beg and complain for Peggy to finally let you cum. You’re trying your hardest to be good for her.
Every time she thrusts back into you the bell hanging from the collar on your neck lets out a crisp little chime. It’s the only thing you can seem to clearly focus on, the repetitive jingle dragging you back into reality.
“Such a noisy kitten..”
Peggy purrs behind you and you turn your head, burying your face into the sheets as you weave the fabric between your fingers in a death grip. Her hand, firmly holding your hip, guides you back to meet each of her demanding thrusts.
Your arms feel weak and wobbly, you can barely hold your own weight.
“Up, darling.. Be my good little pet.”
She tugs softly on the leash connected to your collar, a physical reminder to obey. She doesn’t relent with her thrusts, just continues guiding her cock out of you before swiftly thrusting back in, filling you up in one fluid movement that has your eyelids fluttering shut and your toes curling.
“Yes, Master..”
You respond obediently, throat scratchy.
“Good pet.”
She coos down at you, gripping your hip and guiding your movements as she continues to drag you back onto her cock, more slowly and controlled this time. Your head falls, dropping between your spread arms that shake a bit with the force of her thrusts. Your eyelids slide closed, not able to focus on anything except for how good it feels, how desperately you want her to push you over the edge.
It hurts. How badly you need to cum hurts, the coil in your abdomen is pulled so painfully tight, your body feels as if it’s on fire and your mind is wrecked with the thought of release.
But she doesn’t let you- simply keeps you right on the precipice of pleasure. You groan weakly. Peggy tsk’s down at you as she rests a hand on the curve of your ass. You brace yourself, preparing for another spanking but you’re pleasantly surprised when she simply kneads the soft skin under her palm.
“My poor kitten.. I can see your arms and legs shaking.. Let's give them a rest.”
You can tell that she’s amused that she’s wrecked you, a shaking and desperate mess beneath her. You can’t help the high pitch whine that leaves your lips when she pushes you off of her, your cunt suddenly feeling so empty and the ache for release is swallowing you whole again. You fight off tears as frustration seeps through you.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself down though. If you displease your Master again she will only punish you more.. Delay what you’re so desperate for.
“On your back. Let me see your pretty face..”
She coos, and you immediately follow her command, rolling onto your back. You let out a content sigh now that you’re finally able to relax your limbs.
“Thank you, Master..”
You respond obediently.
Ever since she took the serum and became Captain Carter, she’s had a lot more.. Energy. To say the least. She always pushed your limits before, but now it’s insane. She always leaves you a sore mess, your mind jumbled and hazy from pleasure afterwards as you fall asleep on her chest.
You let out a surprised yelp as Peggy grabs you by the knees and pulls you down the bed a bit so that your legs are dangling off of the edge of the mattress. She laughs softly at your skittishness, raising one of your legs and wrapping it around her waist as she hovers over you, brown curls framing her features.
You have to fight the urge to reach up and run your fingers through her shiny, soft hair, but you keep them at your slides. She watches you with her deep brown eyes, as if analyzing for any potential signs of disobedience.
She holds your gaze as she wraps the excess material from the leash around her hand, tightening the grip she has on you. You swallow hard, tilting your head backwards to show off the collar decorating your neck to her.
Peggy reaches between the two of you, your heart leaping into your throat in anticipation as you feel her line the head of her thick strap on with your entrance.
She pushes into you, and the most pathetic noise claws through your throat when she does. She fills you up and stretches you out in a way that has your mind wrecked with pleasure, she pulls tighter on the leash, and you feel a slight strain around your neck as she slowly pulls out of you.
Peggy admires you with thoughtful eyes as she thrusts back into you, one of her large hands holding your hip in a tight grip. You feel so small beneath her, her entire body eclipsing yours and one of her hands large enough to wrap around your hip.
You’re whimpering and whining uncontrollably as she continues her pace she set earlier, precise, controlled thrusts that has your mind reeling and your desire for release driving you mad. Following each thrust is the jingle of that little bell hanging from your neck.
You raise your hand to bite your knuckles, hoping to ground yourself in reality.
Peggy catches this immediately, however, and quickly grabs you by the wrist and pins your hand next to your head, pressing it into the mattress.
“Naughty kitten.. I want to hear your sweet little purrs.”
God, she’s going to be the death of you. The chime of the bell following every forceful thrust makes you lose your mind even more.
“M’ sorry, Master...”
You whine breathily as your head rolls back, your eyes sliding closed as you focus on how she drives her cock into you, how perfectly it fills you up and ebbs slightly at that desperate ache for relief.
She releases your wrist, and you yelp when a sharp swat is delivered to the outside of your thigh, your head snapping up to meet her gaze as the pain settles across your skin.
“I’m so sorry!”
You whine out again, terrified that you offended her enough to delay your orgasm for even longer.
“You will be..”
She mumbles before slapping the outside of your thigh once again, and you fist the sheets between your fingers, desperate to take her punishments with as much grace as you can muster.
Her words make fear spread through your chest.
“Master, please, I’m sorry, please let me cum-”
You begin to babble, tightening your leg around her waist as you fight the urge to squirm under her.
“Do you think you deserve to?”
There’s a taunting smirk on her lips as she stills her movements. The feeling of her inside of you, unmoving only makes your frustration mount. You whine pathetically, clawing at the blankets below you to try and ground yourself in reality.
“No.. I don’t, I’ve been bad..”
You sigh, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes as you throw your head back against the mattress. You know that if you lie it will only ensure more of her wrath.
You desperately fight the urge to wiggle your hips and get more friction out of the woman above you. It’s so taunting, painful to have it right in front of you but not being able to do anything about it.
Peggy smiles softly, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“Since you’ve learned your lesson, maybe I will consider being kind tonight.”
Your heart leaps in your chest excitedly, so focused on her promise that you don’t take note of the mischievous lining to her smirk.
“Really?!”
“You’ve taken my punishments so well and apologized like a good pet.. You deserve some relief.”
You blink up at her dumbly, finding what you’re hearing too good to be true.
“Thank you, Master..”
She simply shoots you a smirk before she leans back one again, letting go of your wrist and returning to her previous position. One hand tightly gripping your hip and the other holding the leash bound to your neck in a possessive grasp. Peggy looks down, watching as she slowly, agonizingly, drags her cock out of you. You hold your breath in anticipation, the need for release burning you inside out.
The woman above you thrusts back into you, her hips abruptly meeting yours again with no warning. You gasp, your leg unconsciously tightening around her waist to let her know that you want more.
She watches again as she drags her cock out of you. It’s slow, torturous and you have to bite your lip in order to keep yourself from whining and complaining.
“Such an obedient little kitten.. You take my cock so well.”
Peggy meets your gaze, again thrusting back into you with no warning. You moan out, the stretch of her cock feeling so good against your sensitive walls. She stops her teasing this time and resumes her steady pace, with every thrust the bell dangling from your collar lets out a crisp little chime.
Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, your fingers digging into the edge of the mattress. You throw your head back against the bed, your eyelids squeezing shut and your feet curling as she pulls you closer and closer to what you’ve been craving all night.
“No, no, no… Come now, look at your Master..”
She scolds you, tugging on your leash to urge you to look at her.
“M’ sorry.. Sorry..”
It comes out a pathetic whimper, breathy and high pitch. All you can focus on is how badly you want your release.
She moves her hand that was gripping your hip to rub frantic circles into your clit while she fucks you. You let out a long, drawn out moan, curses escaping your lips as you start to fall apart with each of her precise thrusts.
“Cum for me, kitten..”
She speaks softly, her voice smooth and alluring. Everything is becoming too much, how she’s fucking you, how she’s playing with your clit and the chime of that damn bell.
“Thank you, Master, Thank you..”
You begin to babble mindlessly as she causes the pressure in your abdomen to snap. Your leg tenses around her waist, your fingers painfully digging into the edge of the mattress as your eyes squeeze shut and you come tumbling down.
You want to cry as your release washes over you, more thanks falling from your lips like prayers as you begin to come down from your high.
But Peggy isn't stopping. She continues to shallowly thrust into you, focusing her attention on drawing her thumb expertly over your clit. You whimper.
“M-master, s’too much-”
You move to push her arm away, but she’s too strong. She’s wearing a taunting smirk as she watches you weakly claw at her arm, cooing mockingly down at you.
“You wanted to cum though, didn’t you? I’m just giving you what you asked for.”
She sounds oh so innocent and unassuming. You gasp, throwing your head back against the mattress, breathing sharply as you feel your body beginning to tense, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
“You better thank me for being so generous, kitten..”
She purrs, tugging on your collar once again. You raise your head slightly, trying to focus on her features as you begin to unravel under her touch once again.
“Th-thank you, Master..”
You moan out weakly, Peggy smirking down at you.
“Good pet.”
#Peggy Carter x Reader#Captain Carter x Reader#Margaret Carter x Reader#Hayley Atwell x Reader#wlw fanfics#wlw reader insert#Peggy Carter x Y/N#Peggy Carter x You#Captain Carter x Y/N#Captain Carter x You#Peggy Carter/Reader#Chemvel#Chemvel Fics
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Planets Away
Day 2 in my Kinktober!!! GAH I feel horrible my stuff has been getting published so late, I'll be posting an update after this 🥲
A/N: I am very disappointed in myself for not having written anything for Carol yet. My first tattoo was based off of her, and my friends say I have a "shrine" to her bcs I have so many posters and figurines.. I'm literally so obsessed with the glowy babe. 🥺
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Smut! Phone sex, descriptions of rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, Carol's a mean dom, edging, degradation. If I missed any lmk
The second you pick up the phone you’re met with a frustrated utterance of your name.
“Hm?”
You question innocently. Carol let’s out a frustrated sigh.
“Don’t be cute with me. You know what you did.”
You bite your lip excitedly and recline back on your bed, knowing exactly what she is referring to.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You speak oh so innocently and the woman huffs.
“You better start behaving.”
You pause for a moment while you decide if you’re going to obey or mess with her a bit. On one hand you’re not much of a fighter, you do prefer to please, but on the other teasing her a bit here and there is too much fun.
“What are you going to do about it, Carol? You’re not here to stop me.”
Silence. That’s when you partially regret your decision to taunt her. Only partially.
“Okay, then, you make a good point,”
You don’t like where this thought is going, you can tell by the tone in her voice. Now you fully regret taunting her.
“Every time you disobey me is a day you’re not allowed to cum when I get home. The pictures earlier make it one, playing dumb makes it two but I’ll be nice and give you a chance to redeem yourself and keep it from getting to three..”
You swallow hard at her words. She really knows how to get you under her thumb. You can hear the smugness in her silence as she waits for your response.
You bought a new set of lingerie earlier in the week and waited until today, specifically until you knew she was in a meeting with The Avengers to send her pictures of yourself in the red lace. You knew you had ensured a punishment from your girlfriend when you were notified that she had seen them but you had gotten no responsein return. You could sense her frustration from planets away.
“Well?”
Carol Danvers, always so smug. It's a good look on her, though. You sigh, deciding to give in, knowing that she won’t play your game and give you the attention you crave if you disobey.
Dating a superhero isn’t easy, especially since she primarily works in space. There’s big gaps between your moments together. Not to mention that she's never home for long before she’s running, or more accurately in her case, flying off to save some world again. You were hoping the teasing would give you a little extra attention, and it looks like your plan had worked.
“I’m sorry.. Can I do anything to make it up to you?”
A half-hearted attempt to redeem yourself. Carol knows it. There’s a thoughtful pause as you wait for her response, the silence deafening as you grow eager to hear her sweet voice.
“Suck on two of your fingers.”
“Yes, Captain..”
You bravely respond before pushing your index and pointer finger past your lips and into your mouth. You do as you’re told, softly humming around the two digits to let her know that you’re following her orders.
“Now.. Touch yourself. Don’t you dare cum.”
She says sternly, the tone in her voice enough of a warning. You’re eagerly removing your fingers from your mouth and sliding your hand into your underwear.
“I know your little hands won’t feel as good as mine, but try your hardest, okay?”
Carol mocks you, and you sigh, running your slickened fingers through your folds. You decide to keep “playing cute” regardless of her warnings earlier. Maybe if you play cute enough she’ll take some pity on you.
“I miss you, Carol..”
You moan softly as you begin to lazily toy with your clit, working yourself up slowly. It’s barely audible, but you don’t miss the sound of her breath catching in her throat. You hear rustling from her end.
If you close your eyes and imagine hard enough, you can see her, sprawled out on her bed in nothing but her Star Wars sweats and a thin tank top, her head thrown back against her pillow and blonde hair wild as she slips her hand into her pants and-
“Listen to you.. You were acting so tough just a few minutes ago. What happened?”
She taunts you, her breaths becoming more ragged. You ease your middle finger into your entrance, sighing at the intrusion. It really has been too long since you’ve had sex. Since Carol has fucked you.
You pout at her words.
“You’re right, Carol.. My small hands don’t feel nearly as good as yours.”
You fire back at her teasing, quickly turning the tables on her. The pause while you wait for her response is tense. You smirk happily.
“Oh yeah?”
She asks, her voice low and eager. You sigh into the phone, your thrusts starting out slow and shallow. You hum out a confirming response.
“Can’t wait to show you how much I missed you when I get home.. I miss how your tight pussy feels around my fingers..”
You let your eyelids flutter closed again as you let your mind wander back to all of those times she would grab you by the hair and push your face into the mattress while she fucked you until you were a drooling, babbling mess.
You feel your pleasure mounting. You slow your movements.
“What else do you want to do to me when you get home?”
You urge her to continue eagerly. You keep your eyes closed, trying your hardest to envision every little detail she’s whispering into your ear.
“I’ll hold your hands behind your back while I fuck you from behind.. Spank you for being such a tease..”
The predatory tone makes your knees weak. You can hear that familiar desperate edge to her voice, more rustling.
“I’ll leave your ass sore and red before I let you cum all over my cock..”
You moan softly into the phone, toying with your clit. The combination of her words and your own touch is making your pleasure grow again, an ache in your abdomen. You decide to indulge it a bit more, instead of slowing your movements like you would have moments ago.
“Should I use that thick, blue strap on? I love seeing how it stretches out your tight little cunt.”
Her words are broken and raspy, and you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek. Your movements are desperate as you feel that coil in your abdomen tightening, your skin aching for her touch.
“Carol, fuck.. You always make me feel so good.. I’ll make sure to thank you when you get home..”
You respond suggestively, forcing yourself to stop your movements. You can’t cum without her permission. You wouldn't get away with it, she always knows somehow.
You think you’d cry if she didn’t let you cum during your first time having sex after being apart for months. You can’t risk it. You need to be on your best behavior, you remind yourself, even though the pleasure is tempting.
“Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”
Regardless of your internal warnings, you start touching yourself again. Slow, soft pressure on your clit. Just enough to keep your mind cloudy with pleasure and thoughts of Carol, but not enough to push you over the edge.
“I know how much you like to sit on my face.. Maybe I’ll have to thank you that way..”
You start, your voice breathy.
“I might be a little selfish for suggesting that, too.. I just love how you grind against my mouth.. Your thighs around my head..”
Carol moans softly. She moaned. The noise alone has you seeing stars.
“Fuck.. I love how you look under me like that.. So pretty..”
Carol coos, her voice raspy. Again, stars.
God, the two of you have been apart for too long. You’re feeling extremely deprived, and she obviously is too. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little prideful at that. That the Carol Danvers, the Captain Marvel, The Avenger, is a mess for you under her hard exterior. You moan softly, your body tensing a bit as the frantic touches on your clit grow faster.
“Carol… I wanna cum.. Please..”
You whine, begging pathetically. You hope that if you sound like enough of a mess it’ll tempt her into giving you a pass. Just this once, you beg to yourself.
Your mind is too hazy to process the dread you should be feeling when she laughs at you breathily, her tone taunting.
“Do you?”
You frantically nod your head.
“Yes!”
You’re wound up. Carol isn’t here to help you, and you don’t masturbate or cum without her permission. Like mentioned earlier, she always knows if you disobey her. Maybe mind reading came with her literal glow up and she just hasn’t told anyone. The frustration has been mounting and mounting over the last few weeks, especially since she’s been insanely busy, and you feel as if all of the tension will snap at any moment.
You slow your movements at the thought. You need Carol’s approval. Don't risk it.
“You wanna cum while thinking about having your mouth full of my pussy, hm?”
You nod frantically, needing to remind yourself to keep your movements slow as you feel yourself practically buzzing with the need to release.
“Yes..”
You breathily respond. You hear movement, a desperate urge to see her washing over you.
“Please, tell me what you’re doing to yourself-”
She interrupts you, a pang of disappointment and frustration striking you.
“Or maybe you should cum thinking about my fingers inside of you, since you miss them so much..”
You whine at her words, a wave of arousal flooding you. More rustling from her end.
“Carol, please-”
“Or maybe that blue strap on I mentioned earlier.. You’re always such a slut for it.”
Her words are broken and frantic, and you want to scream from how you’re keeping yourself on the edge for her. You’re so close, you squeeze your eyes closed, the coil winding impossibly tight.
“Are you close, baby?”
She asks, her voice breathy. You can tell that she’s close too. You want to hear her, you want to see her come undone again.
But if you had the capacity to analyze the tone in her voice you would have heard the cruelness lining her words. She loves to mess with you even more than you love to mess with her. She basks in your pathetic whines and desperate babbles as you beg for release.
“Yes! Please, Carol, wanna-”
Your pleas are music to her ears. There's a voice in the back of your head telling you to stop touching yourself, but you can almost taste bliss so you ignore it. It's so close, you can't let it go now.
“Such a desperate slut.. Too bad you had to send me those pictures earlier.”
Your heart stutters in your chest, your movements stopping from the shock of her words alone.
“Stop touching yourself. Be a good girl and go to bed, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum when I get home.”
You whine, sliding your hand from your underwear on command. The desperate ache between your legs is painful, but her promise of a reward will make the wait worth it.
“Please, Carol… I’m sorry, I just missed you-”
Carol grins at your feeble attempt to sway her.
“Naughty girls get punished. You know the rules.”
She taunts you. Her movements have stopped, but you can hear her trying to catch her breath.
“Are you going to be good for me?”
The blonde asks, a warning tone to her voice as she eagerly waits for your reply.
“..Of course I will..”
You mumble, pouting from your denied pleasure.
“Good girl. Now, go get cleaned up and get ready for bed.”
You sigh, continuing to pout. You’re lucky Carol isn’t here to see it.
“I can hear you pouting.”
“I am not.”
She laughs.
“It’s okay, I promise I’ll make the wait worth it.”
She tempts you, and you can basically hear her shit eating grin.
“You always do.. You’re so good to me.”
You wipe your hand on your shorts, another wave of disappointment hitting you. Disappointment along with something else you can’t quite put your finger on.
She does always make it worth it, though. She makes every second you spend apart worth it.
You just want it now. You want her now.
“Don’t forget that, sweet girl.”
Loneliness. Longing. That’s what else hit you. You miss her, desperately. You can feel it in your heart, as if it’s burning you inside out.
“Can we.. Maybe sleep together on the phone tonight? Just because.. I miss you so much that I don’t trust myself to be left unsupervised right now.”
You hide your ache for her under a joke. You know how hard this is on Carol, and you know that she feels guilty about leaving you for so long. The last thing you’d want to do is add to that.
She laughs softly. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of that sound, it always makes a smile creep onto your features and your heartbeat quicken.
“Anything for you.”
She coos and you smile gratefully.
“Thank you.. I love you.”
The fondness in her voice when she says those three little words in return make your heart ache with love for the woman.
“I love you too.”
#Carol Danvers x Reader#Carol Danvers/Reader#Carol Danvers x Y/N#Carol Danvers x You#Kinktober#Chemvel Kinktober#Chemvel
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No Longer Yours
Agatha Harkness x Reader
Masterlist × Chapter Two
A/N: So it's been awhile since I've published a fic. I figured what better way to start up my blog again then with Kathryn Hahn? It started with Doc Ock, and now we're starting up again with Agatha Harkness. If people like this fic, maybe I'll rewrite and expand it to be a multichapter fic. What do you lovely people think? Tell me if you’d be interested pls ^_^
Word Count: 3,754. Ya’ll get a long, juicy one.
Summary: You thought you had a perfect little life here in Westview. You have a lovely house, a gorgeous wife. What more could you ask for? But when migraines start to torment you whenever you try to remember a life prior to all of this, you notice something is off. You especially start to notice how Agatha holds you a little too tightly, almost as if she's desperately trying to hold onto something that's no longer hers.
Warnings: Minor blood, nothing graphic. Mind Control?
Love for your wife consumed you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, all you felt was love for your Agatha.
When your migraines had started, she had insisted that you quit your job so she could take care of you. You obliged, of course… Why wouldn't you? Being doted on all day, every day by your stunning wife is everything you could ever want. Agatha always had plenty of errands to run so when she was gone you were cleaning, but quickly you ran out of places to clean and laundry to fold and you got bored. You miss working. You miss just being able to go anywhere outside of your home.
But you had promised your wife that you would stay home until you got better.
Speaking of your lovely Agatha- she should be home soon, you noticed as you glanced at the time.
You stirred the noodles that were boiling then went back to cutting the vegetables. Agatha has been taking such great care of you, you decided to show your appreciation by surprising her with dinner, even though you’re certain she wouldn’t approve of you using knives and boiling water. She is always so scared you’re going to accidentally hurt yourself.
Agatha told you that you had cooked this for your first date. You smiled as you tried to remember that night.. But you can't. No matter how hard you think, you can't remember a single thing. You don't remember your first date… Why don't you remember?
You paused as you thought, searching your memories. You remember… Your first night in Westview. You and her had made this dinner together as she told you the story… You think that you remember remembering it then. Why can't you now?
Maybe it's the migraines messing with your memory. Maybe it’s the meds. Maybe this problem that you're having is worse than you had originally thought.
The front door opens and softly clicks shut. You can hear the sound of rustling as Agatha hangs up her coat, then the sound of her heels gently tapping against the wooden floor. That snaps you out of your trance. What had you been focusing so hard on again? It's bothering you that you don't remember. But oh well. That's not important right now.
Agatha is what's important.
"I'm in the kitchen, love!"
You call out as you turn to stir the noodles once more, scolding yourself for not starting dinner early enough.
"What’s this?"
Agatha asks as she enters the kitchen, a brow raised curiously at you. You smile and gesture to show off everything you had worked so hard on.
"Ta da.. I wanted to thank you, surprise you by making you dinner… But apparently I hadn't started cooking early enough."
A small frown graces your lips. You're rather upset with yourself, you were really hoping to surprise her with a fully cooked dinner, ready at the table. You even had a dress picked out that you always wore on date nights. You haven't been able to find an excuse to put it on lately since it was a little on the fancier side, but Agatha loves you in that dress. The first time she saw you in it, she couldn't keep her hands off of you. You miss driving her crazy like that.
You meet her gaze and a sweet smile is spread across her painted lips. She is always so beautiful, and seeing that dreamy smile and those lovestruck eyes makes your heart feel like it’s going to pop right out of your chest. You are the definition of lovesick. And every time you see that stunning smile of hers, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. She always drives you absolutely crazy.
"Oh, love… You didn't have to do all of this for me."
The way she looks at you makes your heart soar. She looks at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the world, her eyes gleaming and so full of love. You smile back at her, feeling your heart swell.
"I know, but I want to do something to show you how much I love you. You’ve been taking such good care of me, Agatha, and I need to do something in return. Something special for you."
You take hold of her hands, running your thumbs over her knuckles and her grin widens. Agatha is always so cold- you try and warm up her hands, continuing to rub your thumb over her chilly skin. She rests her forehead against yours and sighs. She squeezes your hands in return, holding onto you tightly. As if you’d float away if she let go.
"I don't know what I'd do without you… I'm so lucky to have found you, my dear…"
Agatha lean's forward and presses her lips against yours. You smile against her ruby red lips and lean into the kiss. All you ever want to do is kiss her, she's intoxicating. Everything about her is intoxicating..
Your skin feels electric wherever she touches, especially as her hands slide around your waist. Butterflies flutter in your stomach. After all this time, she still gives you butterflies. The way she kisses you so desperately, like she will die if she stops.
The way she clutches you, holding you tight, flushed against her own body, as if it’ll be the last time she ever gets to feel you.. It drives you mad. All you can do is desperately try to reciprocate as you run your hands up her shoulders, trailing them up her neck and eventually you tangle your fingers in her hair. You feel blissed out, like you're on cloud nine. But it’s easy to ground yourself when she’s your center of gravity.
And sadly, she pulls away. Trying to catch up with her breath, she rests her forehead against your own and smiles brightly at you. You smile in return, giving her reassurance that you’re still here. You’re alive, you’re okay and you’re not going anywhere.
"Wow, Agatha… I love it when you get like that."
You hum happily, wrapping your arms around her neck. Then you notice the look in her eye, you see it often. That look of worry.
"I'm right here, love. I'll always be right here."
You whisper to her, and she smiles softly in return.
"I know, but I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you. I can't lose you."
Agatha says softly, concern lacing her voice. It makes your heart flutter. She brings a hand to your cheek, gently running her fingers over the soft skin as she tucks a stray lock behind your ear.
"You won't lose me, Agatha… I'm right here, I'm okay. I'm yours."
She smiles at you softly, a strange look in her eyes that you can't quite read. She leans forward and leaves a lingering kiss on your lips.
"I know.. You're all mine."
You are desperate to follow her lips, but instead, you lean back a bit and smile reassuringly. She has been terrified of something bad happening to you ever since you started getting your migraines.
"Let me help with dinner."
She insists, but you shake your head and give her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You can supervise.. Please, Agatha. Let me do this for you."
You plead, taking both of her hands in your own once again. You hold them tightly and give her the most desperate look you can muster. She studies you a moment more, a stern look on her features before she sighs and nods.
"Fine. Just.. Be careful, okay?
You cheer happily before leaving one last kiss on her cheek. You return to the cutting board and pick up the knife, ignoring the still rising heat on your cheeks and the way your skin tingles in the aftermath of her touch. You start to hum to yourself, making up the tune as you go.
Agatha sighs dramatically, but you can hear the smile in her sigh. She leans against the counter next to you, sweeping her curled hair behind her ear.
"Oh, darling… You're making the dinner you made us on our first date?"
You smiled- then remembered what was bothering you before your wife came home. Why can't you remember your first date six years ago? Surely you should remember something as important as that… Something as important as the moment you and Agatha had started your life together.
"You really know how to steal a girl's heart, huh? I'm so lucky to have been able to steal yours in return."
Agatha says in a dreamy voice as she comes up behind you, snaking her arms around your waist, she rests her chin on your shoulder. You feel like you're in heaven when her fingers start to softly draw patterns on your belly. Your lips are starting to hurt from smiling as you turn your head towards her.
Why can’t you remember?
The harder you think, you realize you don’t remember more than you thought. Meeting Agatha, your parents, anything before Westview. It’s driving you mad. This problem is more than just the migraines. You may not remember meeting Agatha, but you feel as if you’ve known her a very long time. Why can’t you remember anything?
"My sweet girl.. You're all mine.."
She whispers into your neck as she starts to pepper soft kisses. The butterflies in your chest are fluttering, going crazier, almost as if they're begging to be let out. Your smile hurts. Just then you realize the butterflies is a feeling of uneasiness eating away at you. Why can't you remember?
"I'll make sure to keep you safe."
A searing pain shoots through your brain, branching out all along your head. You hiss in pain, then yell out as you feel the blade of the knife slide across your skin. You fall in a heap onto the floor, and you hear Agatha yell out for you as your vision goes black.
You wake up moments later, fluttering your eyes open to see her holding your bloodied forearm gently, a soft purple hue illuminating from her hand as she holds it over your cut, she murmurs quietly to herself. The kitchen is so dark, you can barely see her face but the purple glow is enough to let you vaguely make out her features in the dark.
"Agatha.. I don't remember.."
She snaps her eyes up to meet yours. Immediately they soften, but she pulls her lips back tightly and you see her thinking hard as your eyelids slide open and shut. You notice the panic in her eyes- the desperation in her voice.
Your wife hushes you, softly saying your name. She looks so scared. You’ve never seen her like this before.
"It's alright, darling. I'll patch you up. I'll take care of you."
She always takes such good care of you.
That was your last thought before you passed out.
When you awoke, it was dark outside. You were tucked nicely into bed, white gauze wrapped securely around your left forearm. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you ran your fingers over the bandaging, not feeling any pain or soreness. You felt fine.
You heard your name, it fell from her lips like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Turning your head, you saw your wife, still in her day clothes even though it must be late at night. She rushed to your side, quickly climbing onto the bed. She took your face in her hands.
"How are you feeling? What do you remember?"
You smiled softly at her. How did you ever get so lucky? She's always fussing and worrying over you, making sure you're safe and taken care of. She didn't even want you to make dinner, and she was right. How pathetic of you. You can't even treat your wife.
"I'm feeling great, thanks to you my love. I'm sorry."
Confusion etched on her beautiful features at your apology. Your gaze fell to her lap, unable to meet her stunning eyes.
Her fingers slipped under your chin, gently taking hold and tipping your head up to meet her gaze. It sent shivers down your spine- her touch was always so, so gentle. Like she would break you.
"Now, why are you apologizing my dear?"
You blinked and fidgeted a bit, your gaze trying to slip away from hers but she wouldn't let it, only shifting closer whenever you tried to do so.
"I don't want you to worry over me. You work so hard taking care of me and I can't even do something as simple as make dinner to repay you for your endless love and kindness.. I don't deserve you."
You sighed shamefully. She exhausted herself working so hard to take care of you and to pay the bills on top of it and you couldn't even make her dinner. You're useless- you feel pathetic.
Agatha shook her head, dropping her hands to your lap, she took your slightly smaller, much warmer hands into her own and held them tightly.
"Never say that, never. You're my world. Your love is what gives me the energy to keep on going every day. I can't imagine life without my loving, funny, brilliant and extremely sexy wife by my side. Having you safe and healthy is what makes this all worth it.. Okay?"
You smiled at her words. She really knew how to cheer you up. Your heart swelled, and butterflies slowly began to flutter in your stomach as your smile grew.
"Oh, Agatha… I love you."
She smiled, softly cradling your cheek. Her skin is so cold, her touch so light.. She handled you as if you were glass. As if she was hesitant to touch you.
A small smile grew on her features.
"I love you too."
Something looked wrong in her smile. She looked scared.. Your eyebrows knit at the expression. Surely you were imagining things.
The butterflies started to flutter faster as she curled up next to you and pulled you close to her. You rested your head on her chest, and she started softly combing her fingers through your hair. After a moment she pressed her lips against the top of your head.
"I don't know what I'd do without you."
Agatha whispered into your hair as she wrapped her other arm around you. She sounded almost desperate, as if she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. It confused you. It made you want to take her face in your hands and say I'm right here. But still, something felt odd.
You just snuggled back into her, holding her more tightly just to make her feel reassured. You looked at the bandages on your wrist and the butterflies went crazy again. You felt almost nauseous.
Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you remembered what you were thinking about. Why can't you remember meeting Agatha?
You pulled back and sat up. Agatha whispered your name, softly. Knowingly. She had done this dance multiple times now, she knew what to expect. You pulled the bandages off, and found there was no cut. No scarring, no nothing. Your skin was completely unbroken and unscathed, as if you had never been cut.
You ran your fingers across the untorn skin.
She whispered your name again, with a desperate, sharp edge to her voice. And suddenly, your love twisted with repulsion as a dam broke inside of you. Your head seared with pain and you cried out as you doubled over, and all of your memories were returned to you, flooding your mind.
As your memories returned so did all of your bottled up emotions. You were overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of powerful feelings suddenly crashing down on you. You felt like you were suffocating. You desperately wheezed for air, it was almost like you were swimming and you had stayed under water for too long. Like you had just reached the surface, desperately gulping in as much air as your lungs could take.
You looked up at Agatha. The woman you once loved. The woman you still loved.
She watched you with desperate eyes as you stood.
"No… Agatha…"
Agatha had known you were beginning to slip away when these head pains had started, and she wasn’t willing to let you go.
“Please.. Honey, let’s go to bed. It’s just the migraines getting to you.”
She shifted so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you. You stayed firmly where you were, staring at her with tears in your eyes. After a moment of no compliance she said your name softly, desperately. As if she was trying to hold onto something that was no longer hers. Rage filled you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Agatha reached for you and you slapped her hand away.
Hurt etched onto her features. Your heart ached from the place that still loved her.
Why did you still love her? She had kidnapped you and put you under a spell that temporarily erased your memories. It made you vulnerable, so she could mind control you. Why does a part of you love this? The idea of a normal, magic free, domestic life with the woman you love. In a world where magic hadn’t torn the two of you apart.
"Let me go!"
You cried, another dam breaking within you. A second wave of emotion overflowing the wall that she had put up in your mind with her magic tricks. Agatha stared at you, not a single shred of shame or guilt on her features. Just fear.
"Let me go! Agatha, you need to move on! I left you years ago, because of this!"
You waved your hands round at everything, now understanding the magical world that she had created. She looked up at you with sad, heartbroken eyes. After all these years, she was still ruined over you. After all these years, she was still desperately alone and searching for someone that could fill that loneliness like you had. But no one could. No one understood and loved her like you had.
You left her because of her dependency, her addiction to magic.
So she took you back.
Agatha stood, the spell softly, yet quickly slipping past her lips as she grabbed you by the arm. Firmly, yet softly… She didn’t want to hurt you.. She loves you. She just wants her girl back.
You cried out, desperately trying to cast your own spell in defense, but quickly feeling the resistance, the barrier keeping you from accessing your magic. A sob escaped your lips. You were helpless.
"Please, Agatha… I miss my sister… I miss my job.. let me go.."
You said hopelessly as she continued the spell. You fell to your knees in front of her, tears hot against your cheeks. You felt them trail down your skin and drip off of your chin, you were crying so hard you couldn’t stop. You missed the woman you once loved.
"Please.. Let me go.."
You sobbed and begged, clinging to her legs. You buried your face into her skirt as you sobbed, and she rested her hand on your head, almost apologetically. You felt repulsed, but the part of you that still loves her welcomed it.
Just then, the walls shot back up, all of the emotions and memories Agatha wanted hidden retreating back to where they couldn’t be found.
You looked around, confused.
Then you looked up at Agatha, who was looking down on you with knit eyebrows and worried eyes. She had tears welled up in her eyes. Had you caused her to cry?
"I'm sorry if I worried you, I don't know how I got down here!"
You laughed, trying to be lighthearted and cheer her up. She just smiled at you softly as she offered her hand to help you up.
"You tripped on your way back from the bathroom, clumsy girl."
She said with a strained voice. She took a deep breath, blinking away the tears in her eyes. You could tell that she was trying her hardest to put back on her suave façade.
Agatha winked at you, a strange look still etched into her features. You took her hand and smiled at her as she helped you up.
"I am a bit of a clutz, my gosh!"
You exclaimed, sighing dramatically. That's when you realized you were crying. You sniffled softly, wiping your eyes and grabbing a tissue from the nightstand.
"Agatha… Why am I crying?"
She gave you an apologetic look, her lips pulled tight.
"Oh, I don't know.. It must be because you love me so much."
Agatha exclaims as she springs up and wraps her arms around you, kissing the top of your head. Butterflies start to flutter around in the pit of your stomach.
"You're right my dear, it must just be because I adore my lovely wife so much."
Agatha smiled solemnly. She cursed herself. Then she cursed you. Why couldn't you just want her like you used to? Why did you have to make this so damn hard?
Couldn't you see that all she wants to do is love you? Didn't you know that you still love her? Why couldn't you just love her like you used to? So passionately, so relentlessly.
"Since you're crying, do you know what that means?"
She whispered softly in your ear. You hummed in question.
"I'm gonna have to put a smile back onto that pretty face of yours."
You pursed your lips to hide the smile making its way onto your features.
"Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that, Mrs. Harkness?"
You asked with a raised brow. She smirked at you before softly pushing you down onto the bed. Agatha straddled your waist, throwing herself onto the bed with a bit of a bounce, before she started to tickle you.
You screeched and laughed out loudly, and Agatha smiled at the bubbly laughs leaving your lips.
It doesn't matter, anyways. Because your happiness would eventually become more and more real.
So would your love for her. Eventually, everything she's put in your head will become reality and you'll love her again. Completely. Passionately, relentlessly. Eventually, she will have fixed all that she had broken. With time, with magic.
Agatha refuses to lose you again.
She won't let it happen.
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No Longer Yours (Chapter 2)
Agatha Harkness x Reader
Masterlist × Chapter One × Chapter Three
A/N: Okay I'm sorry this took me so long to write, I just was not happy with how it was turning out. I rewrote the entire thing a few days ago and now I’m pretty happy with it! I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 4,869 even longer and jucier then the first chapter
Summary: You haven't had any migraines in awhile and your life seems to be getting better as you and your wife prepare for Halloween. But you can't shrug off the way Agatha looks at you when she thinks you're not looking.
Warnings: We got some almost smut in this chapter. They don't actually do the do but they start to.
Halloween has always been one of yours and Agatha’s favorite days of the year.
Every year, you would deck out your house and hand out full sized candy bars to all the children. And every year, you and Agatha would take turns choosing your costumes. This year it was your wife’s turn to choose, she had been getting excited about the big reveal all day and here you were- sitting on your bed, eagerly waiting for her.
“Ag’s, you’re making me nervous!”
You called out to her and you heard some shuffling from down the hall.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, do ye have so little faith in me?”
She responded and you bit your lip nervously.
“Agatha.. A few days ago you showed me the first costumes you got. They were a plug and an outlet. You somehow forgot the fact that we are going to be around children. Forgive me for being nervous.”
You finished off sarcastically, still in disbelief that she had even bought those costumes in the first place. You absolutely adore your wife and everything about her, and one of the things you love most about her is how she can make you laugh until you cry intentionally and unintentionally. That just so happened to be one of those times, you’re just happy you were able to catch it in time.
“Okay.. Good point. But I promise this one is good! Close your eyes!”
You close your eyes and place your hands over them for good measure. You can’t help the grin that makes its way onto your features- you want to burst out laughing again at the memory. You hear her make her way into your bedroom until she’s standing right in front of you, and her movement stops.
“Ta-da!”
She says dramatically, and you take that as your cue to remove your hands and open your eyes.
Saying she looks good is an understatement. She’s dressed up as a Prince, her hair pulled over her shoulder and resting on a short red cloak that's draped over her shoulders and falling down to her knees. Underneath her cloak is a blue tunic on top of a white long sleeved shirt, a thick brown belt secured around her hips. She’s wearing tight gray pants that tuck into knee high brown boots, and she even has a rose in one hand.
“M’lady..”
She says as she holds the flower out to you, your costume in her other hand. You smile at your wife as you stand and take the items from her hands, laying the Snow White dress out on the bed.
“I was thinking about making the cloak a regular part of my wardrobe.. What do you think?”
You hum in fake thought.
“I think the cloak is extremely sexy.”
You said dramatically, Agatha quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Okay so it’ll definitely be part of my everyday outfit, then. I didn’t know you had a cloak kink.”
She says playfully.
“I didn’t know that I did either until I saw you in one.”
You simply respond and she grins at you, leaning back against your dresser.
“Now that you’ve seen me in mine I want to see how cute you look in yours!”
Agatha swoons and you feel yourself blush at her words.
“Well I’d hate to keep you waiting, your highness. I can’t wait to be your Princess for a day!”
“What do you mean ‘for a day’? You’re already my Princess every day.”
Your smile widens at her words.
“Awww!”
She’s such a sappy romantic, that’s another thing you absolutely adore about your wife.
“You are, you’re my spoiled rotten Princess.”
She feigns annoyance as she approaches you, wrapping her arms around you.
“Oh hush, you love spoiling me.”
Agatha laughs, her face inching closer to yours.
“You’re right..I do. I’d do anything for you. I’d even slay a dragon for you!”
She says it as if it’s the most valuable thing someone could do for another person.
“Wrong movie, love. That’s Sleeping Beauty.”
“Okay, then I’d slay all seven of the dwarves for you?”
You drop your head to her shoulder as you laugh.
“I don’t know if slaying the dwarves is a good thing, but thank you.”
When you pull back you notice the bright smile on Agatha’s lips. A light shines in her eyes, like making you laugh is her favorite thing to do.
“Well, I dunno. One of them is called Grumpy. He sounds kind of like a jerk, he might deserve it.”
“Okay, I guess you can slay Grumpy.”
You couldn’t keep a straight face as you said those words, laughing all the way through it. Agatha raised her hand and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her grin wide and eyes full of affection.
“You have the sweetest laugh, I could listen to it all day.”
She said softly, her fingers brushing your cheek. You felt your face flush under her intense gaze, all of the love in her voice throwing you off guard. Your smile of amusement turns into a bashful one, you can’t believe that after all of these years she can still reduce you into a shy, lovestruck teenager.
“Making me laugh is something you’re really good at. You could hear me laugh all day if you wanted to.”
Your heartbeat skips in your chest at the way she’s looking at you. Like you’re the only thing that matters, like you’re the air she breathes. She’s yours, too, and you wish you had a better way of expressing that to her. That you might just suffocate without her by your side.
“I really can’t wait to see how absolutely adorable you look in this thing.”
She gestures towards the dress, abandoned on the bed, pulling you out of your train of thought.
“Okay, okay, I get it. You want me to put on the dress.”
You tease as you go to take off your shirt. You can feel Agatha’s eyes trailing up your figure as you pull it over your head and you intend to make a show out of it when suddenly she gasps, wrapping her arms around you from behind, bringing her hands up to cover your chest. You turn your head towards her and raise an eyebrow at her curiously.
“I must protect your modesty, M’lady.”
She wiggles her eyebrows at you as she starts to softly grope at your chest through your bra. You swear, your face is going to be sore from all the smiling and laughing Agatha made you do today.
“You’re really committing to your role, huh?”
“I take my job very seriously.”
Agatha says softly as she leans in and presses her lips against yours. You find yourself smiling into the kiss as her lips linger against yours when suddenly she pulls away, which would’ve saddened you if she hadn’t turned you around and immediately pulled your body flush to hers before bringing her lips onto yours again, her arms wrapping more securely around your waist as you bring yours up to wrap around her shoulders. You just want more of her, it’s like you can never get enough, and you can only assume she feels the same way based off of how she’s kissing you and holding you like it’s your last moments on earth.
You gently tug at her hair, and she lets out a soft noise that makes your insides turn to mush. Her hands slide against the revealed skin on your waist and you can’t help but shiver at the contact. Her fingers are cold against your flushed skin, and you immediately feel drunk off of her touch. You never want her to take her hands off of you. You start to pull at her shirt, wanting desperately to feel her soft skin pressed up against yours. But she pulls away, smirking at you teasingly, probably upon seeing the look of desperation in your eyes.
“The Trick or Treaters will be out soon, you better get dressed.”
She says, sounding all too proud of herself. You let out a frustrated huff, pursing your lips angrily, and Agatha laughs softly before leaning down and peppering kisses across your jaw as an apology.
“We can continue this later, Princess.. We have a busy day. Now be a good girl for me and I promise you’ll get a reward later.”
God, this woman is going to be the death of you. You feel like you’re going to melt- her words, how her voice dropped a few octaves as she leaned in and whispered in your ear. She’s going to drive you insane. You let out a dramatic sigh as Agatha pulls back, a smirk is still firmly planted on her lips.
“Fine. But you need to leave the room or else you’re just going to distract me again.”
Shock crosses your wife’s features at your suggestion and you smirk triumphantly- revenge.
“But-”
“Out, Ag’s.”
The woman pouts at you. You need to bite your lip in order to keep yourself from laughing, Agatha Harkness pouting is something you don’t get to see often and saying it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen would be a huge understatement.
“Fine.. I’ll go get the candy ready.”
Once she’s left the room, you finish undressing before stepping into the dress, determined to zip it up without your wife's help, and you somehow manage after struggling for a moment. When you look into the mirror, you do a little twirl and enjoy the feeling of the soft yellow skirt brushing against your legs. The top of the dress is blue, with short, puffy blue sleeves to match. And Agatha didn’t forget the headband with a big red bow on top, you notice as you take the headpiece off of the dresser and place it on your head, taming your hair into place.
“Do you need any help?”
You hear your wife call from downstairs just as you finish getting ready. She’s so impatient.
“What happened to getting the candy ready?”
You ask as you make your way down the stairs and she grins up at you.
“It’s all ready.. You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”
She says excitedly, grabbing at your cheeks. You roll your eyes playfully at her, and right then, the doorbell rings. Agatha excitedly perks up, and the two of you grab the box of candy she had prepared and go to the door. You both situate yourself on the front step, handing out candy bars to the older kids and little packs of gummies to the younger ones. You talk about how cute all of the kids look, your favorite costumes you’ve seen and how excited you are to see Wanda and her sons later. And, inevitably, you run out of candy after about an hour.
“Alright, let’s go! I promised Billy and Tommy I’d save them some candy bars.”
You slipped four candy bars into your bag as you spoke.
“You’re such a doting Auntie.”
She comments as you grab the car keys.
“I absolutely adore those two boys-”
You cut yourself off when Agatha abruptley snatches the keys from your hand. You raise an eyebrow at her suspiciously, and she tries to smile reassuringly but it looks strained and nervous.
“You’re the Princess.. It’s my job to escort M’lady around.”
She said, doing a little courtesy. You decided to brush off her weird behavior and just play along.
“How kind of you, my dashing Prince!”
You make your way out to the driveway, the autumn breeze surprisingly warm. Agatha makes a show out of following you around the car and holding the passenger door open for you as you get inside. After pulling out of the driveway you start to ramble about what you’re excited about. Seeing Wanda and her unbelievably cute sons and apple cider, when you notice that your wife has been suspiciously quiet. You quiet down too, studying her as she pulls up to a stop sign. She’s staring down the road, as if she’s waiting for something. After a moment, when she still doesn’t move, you notice a dull feeling of unease starting to make its way into your chest.
“Agatha.. What’s wrong?”
You shift in your seat, and she simply hums in question.
“Oh, nothing.. I just noticed Vision making his way down the road so I wanted to stop and say howdy-doody!”
She smiles brightly at you, and you look around for your neighbor, unable to spot him.
“Agatha.. What’s going on?”
You turn to look at her, and just as you do, she quickly raises her hand and presses her fingers firmly against your head, whispering words you can barely understand.
Immediately, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you are forced into unconsciousness.
Agatha
She is the only thought in your head as you run through the woods, your throat burning for air and your feet bleeding from stepping on twigs and rocks. But you don't care about any of that, the only thing that matters right now is saving her.
There's fire in the distance. Your heart leaps in your chest.
Faster.
You force yourself to go faster, push forward, ignore the pain in your legs and in your chest because saving her is all that you can think about. It feels as if the woods went on forever, a never ending sea of darkness, trees, and dirt.
You don't know where she is. You don't know what's going on, you don't know where or when you are- all you know is that Agatha is going to die if you don't save her.
There's a light in the distance- several of them.
You try to make your body move faster but exhaustion is pushing you to your breaking point. 'Just a little further..' you keep telling yourself, as you get a better grip on your long skirt and yank it up higher then before so you don't trip.
You approach the lights, stumbling to a standstill. Your feet are throbbing, covered in mud and blood. You heave for air, your lungs burning as you frantically gulp in as much air as you can.
Agatha.
She's tied to a post, her Mother standing in front of her along with the rest of the coven in an even circle around her. Agatha is crying.
Muffled words leave Evanora's lips- then all of the witches collectively shoot their magic at the woman you love. She screams in agony. Without hesitation, you lurch forward, reaching for her, and a scream falls from your lips.
Your scream is far louder than you ever thought you could scream- and a dark purple dust shoots from you and knocks all of the witches trying to hurt your beloved to the ground. You call for her as you stumble forward-
You gasp for air as your eyes shoot open, like there isn’t enough air in the world to fill your lungs. You lurch forward, bracing yourself against the dashboard.
“Oh my god what’s wrong?!”
Agatha jumps in surprise in the seat next to you. You jerk your head towards her.
“What just happened?! Where’s Vision!?”
You ask breathily, your mind retreating back to your conversation seconds before you blacked out. Agatha looks at you in a way that makes your heart drop.
“Vision? Honey, what are you talking about? We just pulled up to this stop sign then you started going bananas.”
You swallow hard and cast your gaze down towards your hands in your lap, and that’s when you notice they’re shaking. The tension in the car is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Agatha says your name softly, knowingly.
You look up and look out the car windows, and that’s when you notice you don’t know where you are. The street names aren’t familiar, you don’t recognize any of the houses. A sense of dread slams into you like a truck. You weren’t here moments ago.
“Where are we? How did we get here?”
A dull ache starts to grow behind your eyes. Agatha’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, her knuckles turning white.
“We drove here, silly girl.”
She said softly, trying to sound calm and collected but you notice the edge to her voice. You hate the way she’s looking at you. She’s lying, she knows something is wrong and she’s treating you like you’re crazy. You unbuckle, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. You need to get out of the car, away from Agatha. You need to breathe.
“What are you doing!?”
Your wife calls after you, her eyes growing wide as she watches you get out of the car. You steady yourself, watching as Agatha gets out and looks at you from over the top of the car, standing next to the open door.
“I don’t understand.”
You call out to your wife, confusion muddling your thoughts.
“Come on, sweetheart. Get back in the car, everythings okay-”
You start to sway as the headache grows and your vision starts to blur, you close your eyes tightly as you think. You know what just happened to you, but something is keeping you from remembering. Like a dream you can almost remember. It’s on the tip of your tongue, you can almost reach it, the mystery that is your life prior to Westview. And deep down, your gut is telling you that Agatha isn’t here to help.
“No.. I do understand. Don’t I?”
Your words are slurred as you stare at your wife, trying to make out her blurry features. She slams the door harshly before making her way around the car, her lips pulled tight in frustration. It all sounds so distant and far away. The pain in your head grows as she approaches you, and suddenly her hands are on the side of your head, her touch feather light. You shake her off, stepping back towards the sidewalk behind you. It feels like your head is going to explode.
“Let me help you.”
She says softly, aggravation lacing her voice as you stumble backwards, tripping over the curb. You flinch, closing your eyes as you brace for impact, but you find your landing to be a lot more graceful and gentle than it should have been. You snap your eyes open and see a purple glow illuminating Agatha’s palms and that’s when it hits you.
“Magic.. That dream was a memory. We’re witches.”
You don’t understand the words that are leaving your mouth, they just fall out. Like they’re coming from a place that was hidden and locked away. Everything feels so far away, Agatha, your car, the ground you’re sitting on- even your own memories. But it’s so close.. You need to keep searching for it.
“No, my love. It’s just the migraines messing with you.”
She says softly as she approaches you and tries to hoist you up but you do your best to resist. Agatha says your name, it came out a frustrated shout. She’s never shouted at you before.
“We grew up in Salem.. During the witch trials..”
You slur, and she finally gives up and sits you on the ground gently, leaning you up against something cold and hard. She straddles your legs.
“It’s impossible to live that long, darling.”
She gently says as her fingers trace the sides of your head. Why is she lying?
“My sister.. Maya..”
“You don’t have a sister, love.”
She firmly holds your head, and you try to make out her blurry features but fail to. The words are just flowing from your lips and you have no control over it, almost like you're possessed.
“S.W.O.R.D… Darcy.. I miss her-”
Agatha’s lips tighten when you mention the woman's name, and you try to push her arms away from you to no avail. You can barely see and you’re too dizzy. It feels like you’re going to be sick.
“You don’t know anyone named Darcy.”
She says firmly- angrily.
“It’s always been just you and me. And it always will be just you and me.”
Agatha whispers, a ferocity in her voice that makes your throat go dry.
"No one will get in the way of us again. Not Darcy, not Maya, not me, and not yourself."
For the first time since you've met Agatha you feel scared. Right before you feel everything- magic flowing into you and flooding your senses. You gasp as the overwhelming power surges through you, your pain fading into nothing as the magic stopped and your head lolled back.
And everything went black.
Suddenly, you were back in the car. Securely buckled into the passenger seat. Your head throbbed, groaning, you brought your hands up and covered your eyes.
“Let’s go back home, I’ll call Wanda. I’m sure they’ll understand. We can just have a calm night in, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
Agatha says softly, reaching over and squeezing your leg reassuringly. You narrow your eyes in confusion, groaning once again in frustration.
“I was doing fine until now.. I can’t believe I ruined tonight.”
You sigh, guilt overtaking you at the realization you probably blacked out, and that’s why you don’t remember anything that happened since you left the house. That’s probably why Agatha looked so terrified- tense, hunched over the steering wheel with her lips pulled tight. It makes another wave of guilt hit you when you realize how badly you scared your wife. She pulls the car into your driveway.
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. It happens. I don’t mind being able to spend some more super special alone time with my super special girl.”
Agatha glances at you, smiling reassuringly as she puts the car in park. She looks so scared. You do your best to return the reassuring gesture, to let her know you’re okay now. You want to insist to her that you’re fine and that you both can go meet your neighbors, but you don’t want to worry her anymore. So you just enter your house, the gentle autumn breeze colder than it had been earlier.
“I’ll go call Wanda. Why don’t we take a bath, hm? Does that sound like a good idea?”
She says softly, with a gentle smile on her features. It makes your heart ache. How she speaks and looks at you like you’re being held together by glue and tape and if she so much as looks at you the wrong way or speaks too loudly it’ll make you fall apart. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod. Agatha goes to the kitchen to call your friend, and you make your way upstairs.
You start the bath, making sure it’s just the right temperature before grabbing two large, fluffy towels for you and Agatha. When you return to the bathroom, you undress and slip into the bathtub, and you can’t help but moan at how good the water feels against your skin.
“Mind if I join you?”
You look up to see your wife leaning against the doorframe, smiling softly at you with a look on her features you can’t completely read. There’s a sadness in her eyes that makes you want to hold her. You nod your head softly as she approaches the bathtub and begins to undress, and you can’t help but admire how beautiful she is as she does so. Moving forward to make room for her, she ties her hair up into a loose bun before stepping in behind you, sitting down and immediately she wraps her arms around you, pulling your back flush against her chest. You slide down and rest your head on her shoulder. She gives you a kiss on your forehead as you look up at her.
“You’re so beautiful, Agatha. I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.. You’re truly stunning.”
You say as you bring up your hand and start running your fingers over her cheek. She smiles down at you before leaving another kiss on your forehead.
The only way Agatha could describe the look on your face right now is pure love. You are the very definition of lovesick, with your eyes full of adoration as they trace over her features. It makes her heart skip a beat.
“You tell me plenty, my dear.. But you won’t ever hear me complaining. I love it when you shower me with compliments.”
She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you let out a soft laugh.
“Let’s wash your hair, love.”
Agatha says softly after a moment, and you perk up excitedly. You love it when she washes your hair, the way she massages your head and scratches your scalp is absolutely divine. You turn around and wet your hair as Agatha opens your bottle of shampoo and gently squeezes some into her hand. Now you’re truly in heaven, as she gets to work shampooing and conditioning your hair- scratching and massaging your scalp as she does so. You let one of your hands run along her leg while she works, just wanting to feel her close to you. Once she’s finished getting the conditioner in your hair, she wraps her arms around you once more and pulls you back into her chest.
You never want this moment to end. You’re safe in her arms. Nothing can reach the two of you here.
But, after a few more minutes of enjoying each other's warmth, the water starts to grow cold. Agatha quickly helps you rinse the conditioner out of your hair, desperate to get out of the cold and go to your warm bed, you unplug the drain and your wife offers her hand to you. You take it, and get to work drying yourself off once your feet are both firmly planted on the ground.
You make your way to your bedroom, and quickly you snatch one of Agatha’s favorite sleep shirts from the end of the bed. She raises an eyebrow at you accusingly.
“That’s my favorite shirt.”
She says with a smirk on her face as she approaches you. You make yourself look as innocent as possible as you slide it over your head. You bring the fabric to your nose and inhale deeply- it still smells like her.
“My clothes look good on you.”
Agatha smiles widely as she wraps her arms around your waist and presses her body against yours.
“I remember you promising me a reward earlier, Mrs. Harkness?”
A look of hesitation crosses Agatha’s features at your words, then she bites her bottom lip in thought, an action that nearly makes you melt on the spot.
“Are you sure, darling?
She asks softly and you nod your head. Agatha studies you, as if trying to find something wrong. You make sure that all she sees is pure love and lust, a desperate need that only she can fulfill. You just want Agatha to help you forget about whatever is wrong with you, and her skilled mouth is the best solution to that right now.
“Please, Agatha..”
And finally, she gives you what you’re desperate for. You wrap your arms around your neck and she brings her lips crashing against your own, a desperate need in the both of you as she pries your lips open. You quickly give in and moan into her mouth, her grip tightening around you. You want her so badly. You tug Agatha’s hair out of the bun as she deepens the kiss, and her hands start to inch lower, her grip on you tight.
“Get on the bed.”
Your heart jumps in anticipation- at the dominant tone in her voice, need dripping from every word. It sends a heat through you. Agatha raises an eyebrow at you.
“On the bed.”
She says once again, one of her hands that was firmly situated on your lower waist moving to softly slap your ass. You gasp at the action, pleasure striking you before scrambling to lay down on your bed as quickly as possible. Your heart pounds, excitement builds up in your chest as she waits until you’re laying still to turn off the bedroom light.
You swallow hard, desperate for what is about to come.
You watch as her silhouette makes its way to the bed, climbing on and planting herself firmly on top of you. Her hair falls around you like an out of control curtain, and you can make out the faint smirk on her lips as you wait for her next move.
“Good girl.”
She says in a soft, deep voice before she lowers her head and starts to kiss your neck. You let out a soft noise at her words, the praise going straight to your core and making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. They start off as sweet, gentle pecks, but slowly escalate into wet kisses and licks, and eventually she’s sucking harsh marks that will surely show in the morning. You moan loudly at her assault on your neck, the feeling absolutely euphoric. You wrap your arms and legs around her, trying to hold her as closely as possible- trying to get some sort of friction.
Her reward was definitely worth the wait.
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