Countdown to Agatha: Day 774

Wanda: “Do you not have a smoke detector installed in your laboratory-basement-dungeon?”

Agatha: “No, I’ve had that space longer than those frilly alarms have been in use. Besides, it would be difficult to explain to firefighters that the source of fire is in a pocket dimension transportable through time and space via magic.”

Y/N: “But-but- it’s a hazard!”

Agatha: “I’M a hazard”

*Y/N and Strange watching Scarlet Witch from a distance*

Y/N: That’s her. That’s the girl I have a crush on.

Y/N: Thoughts?

Strange: …

Strange: And prayers, girl.

Marvel is once again whitewashing and erasing another of it’s Romani characters for their cinematic universe. The character, Lilia Calderu, has been established as Romani since her first appearance in comics in 1973.

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aubrey plaza via thom browne on instagram. 

The rage. The confidence. And finally, after 2 seasons, the color scheme.

It’s giving Billy Maximoff preview, out for post-MoM revenge.

And I’m so here for it

Follow-up:

Prom outfit’s the right color scheme, too—primary blue with accents of scarlet and white :))

(Plus Kit in Hulkling Pink in the first batch 😆)

And Kit grinning at him beneath a poster with a scarlet-red illustration captioned “DOUBLE VISION”

ohh the obsession is coming back hard

ty @shinkomiii for sharing 🥰

hey cutie!

Could you write a fic where Agatha meets reader by “accident”? Agatha comes into reader’s life fitting perfectly but she was stalking reader since a lot of time. She is very interested in reader but reader doesn’t want a relationship for the moment. Agatha doesn’t know how to deal with rejection, so it could trigger chaos without turning back.

Have a happy day

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Characters: stalker!prof!Agatha Harkness x (21+)fem!reader

Summary: She’d been watching you for months, now it was her turn to take action.

Warnings: 18+ smut, DUBCON, stalking, obsession, strap on use (r receiving), crying, age gap, masturbation (a), vibrator (a), alcohol

A/N: Added some more stuff to it because I needed to write a Professor Harkness story for my sanity but I hope you enjoy :)

You’d had caught her eye the first time you entered her classroom. She didn’t know what it was, that attracted you to her so much, maybe it was the way your hair fell in your face when you copied the things she put on the whiteboard, or the way you laughed with your friends, maybe the way you asked your questions, the way your voice sounded. Whatever it was, it was certainly driving her insane.

She watched you writing down the answers of the test she’d just handed out, unwillingly biting the end of her pencil as she imagined all the things she could do to you. Her heart beating faster when you raised your hand to ask a question. You never questioned the way she stood so close behind you, the way her hand touched your shoulder when she answered your question, and remained standing there in silence for a moment, taking in the scent of your shampoo. When she made her way back to her seat, you couldn’t help but stare at her ass that was swaying with every step, making your mouth water at the sight.

When you met up with your friends after school in your favourite coffee shop and sipped your favourite hot drink, a hot chocolate with a hint of cinnamon and 5 marshmallows, they confronted you with the way your professor acted around you. “Okay but did you notice how she always helps you first? It’s like professor Harkness puts you over everyone else!” “Oh yeah she definitely got a thing for you Y/N. Can’t convince me otherwise.” But you just shook your head, you didn’t believe it. “She’s just being the friendly, kind teacher she always is and always was. There’s nothing special to the way she treats me or anybody else. You guys gotta stop making such a big deal out of nothing.” You rolled your eyes annoying, unbothered by the facts your friends brought up. Meanwhile the older woman was sitting in a corner in the same coffee shop, taking notes of what you ordered and when you went here. Her obsession with you had her writing an entire schedule for you, including school times and subjects, your hobbies and the times you usually met up with your friends.

She’d been watching you for months now, gathered all the information she needed to know you better than you probably knew yourself. She’d even rented the apartment across your bedroom, where she watched you watching your favourite tv shows, changing and sleeping. You knew you had a hidden key under the welcome mat in front of your door, so when she saw you leaving for school and she had called in sick, the woman made her way to your door, taking the key and putting it in the lock, twisting it, smirking when the lock sprung open and let her inside. She knew she had quite some time until you came back so she took her sweet time, rummaging around your private drawers and your closet, taking a few of your panties and stuffed them into her pocket for later use. After a quick time check she knew that it was time to leave, yet the sheer thought of her lying in your bed, maybe covering with some cum stains that you’d sleep on later turned her on so badly that she made her way back to your bedroom, well aware that she’d had to hurry or you’d catch her in the act which honestly just turned her on even more.

She kicked off her boots and got comfy on your bed, closing her eyes to take in the scent of you that was lingering in your bedsheets. As she opened the bottom drawer of your nightstand to check for some more personal items, the pretty pink vibrator you used during lonely nights caught her eye. She shouldn’t, she knew it, yet she did. The older woman took it out of drawer, running her fingers over silicone before licking a line up the shaft in expectation to get at least a tiny hint of what you tasted like. The more disappointed she got when she noticed that you’d cleaned way too well. Her hand wrapped around the end of the toy while she got rid of her pants and panties, slowly running it through her very wet folds, whimpering your name softly as she pushed past her entry, letting the toy fill her up. Her free hand now reached to grab your pillow, her back arching and her eyes closed as she imagined it was you fucking her, the imagination making her thrust the toy at an incredible fast pace, chasing her orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N, that’s right, keep going baby, mommy’s so close!” The quicker she went the wetter your bed got, the toy already covered in her juices as she moaned your name like you could hear her. She was so very close to her orgasm as she heard the key twisting in the lock of your door, making her shoot up immediately, putting on her pants and kicking the wet toy under your bed before opening the window and making her way out of it before you could catch her.

When you entered your apartment everything seemed as usual, you set down your bag and took off your jacket before entering your bedroom, frowning as you found your made bed so messed up, a dark wet spot pooling in the middle of it. Immediately you blamed your cat, what else would it be? Groaning you changed your sheets when you noticed the purple wet thong on the floor. That definitely wasn’t yours, and you couldn’t remember one of your hook ups wearing any of that, especially because it still felt damp. With two fingers you carried it to the trash, throwing it away, trying to ignore it. Agatha, who was taking pictures of you from her apartment, let out a soft sigh of relief, glad that you were too innocent or dumb to put 1 and 1 together.

She knew she’d had to get rid of the vibrator in your room before you caught on it. Luckily today was Friday, a quick look at her notes told her that you were in for a party with your friends tonight. Which gave her the options to either sneak back into your apartment or participate in the party. She wasn’t too old to have fun just yet, so she chose lastest.

You took your sweet time getting ready, putting on a tight black cocktail dress, wearing your favourite red lingerie underneath as you knew this night probably wouldn’t be much different than your usual party nights. You’d talk to a girl, get invited home, end up in bed with her and wake up to leave before the chosen girl awoke in the morning. I’d always been like that, you just weren’t quite the type for relationships just yet. Of course Agatha knew your procedure, she’d been watching it from afar since weeks now, parking her car in front of the girl’s house, filming you and taking picture to masturbate to later. Tonight Agatha’s was wearing her favourite suit she used to wear in class, a white blouse with a blue cotton blazer and some matching pants, because she had caught you staring at her a little too long quite a few times, just that she added a little something extra this time.

Your friends picked you up in the evening, driving to the club whilst Agatha drove a few meters behind you, making sure you walked in first before she entered the club a few minutes later. You were already sipping on your first drink, talking to another girl, generally having a good time. Your professor chose a drink herself, to get her moving to the music as she watched you from across the room for around an hour. When you left your friends to have another drink you noticed a hand on your hip, immediately leaning into the touch as you expected it to be the girl, but when you heard her voice your blood froze. “I’ll pay for that one if you don’t mind.” She offered, smiling when she noticed you leaning into her a little more before you pulled back and turned around.

“Miss Harkness?!” You didn’t believe your eyes when you saw the very well known woman standing in front of you, offering you a drink. She didn’t wait for you to answer as you seemed to have lost your voice, instead she simply paid and handed you the drink. “Come on now don’t act all surprised, I’m not too old to have fun now am I? Or is it considered uncool to be partying in the same club as your professor?” Well it certainly was something you wouldn’t like your friends to find out as you feared that this would just add up to the rumours and you didn’t need that. “Can you please just stay quiet, I don’t need the other to see or hear you. Look I’m sorry, I don’t intend to be rude but I am not planning on spending my evening with my professor that I see 5 days a week. I’m sorry. But uh, thanks for the drink I guess.” You said quickly, taking the glass and making your way back to your friends, apologising for the delay before continuing to dance and chat, here and then sipping your drink.

The rejection didn’t sit well with Agatha, you were obviously playing hard to get and she was ready to play your game. She wasn’t going home alone tonight. Professor Harkness was a patient woman, she watching you sipping one drink after another, noticing that walking and talking started becoming hard for you, which indicated that now was the right time for her to surprise you. As you made your way to the restroom to touch up your make up you didn’t notice the woman slipping in with you. When you looked up at the mirror you saw her stand behind you, her hands on your waist, her lips on your neck. It took you a moment to realise what was happening, your smile faded when her hands moved to unbuckle her leather belt she was wearing, pulling her pants down just a bit to let her big strap out of her panties, pressing against your ass. “Told you to leave me alone miss Harkness. W-what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but moan softly at the kiss and the hard faux cock pressing against you, causing you to slowly grind against her in your foggy state of mind. “Here’s what’s gonna happen now baby, we’ll go to a stall, you get on your knees and suck me off. Then you’ll tell your friends you’re leaving, you get in my car, I drive us home and I’ll fuck the shit out of you just how you always wanted it.” It was more a statement than a question, she dragged you over to a stall and pushed you down on your knees, a hand full of your hair in her hand as she pulled you closer, the veiny strap pressing against your lips. “Come on baby, I know you want it. Ive seen the way you looked at me. Tell me, who did you think of when you fuck your filthy pussy with your vibrator every night? Don’t lie, I’ve watched you every single time. God I’ve cum so many times along with you, you made my legs shake without even touching me baby. Come on, be a good girl for mommy.”

You were overwhelmed with the situation, you knew it was wrong but she was right, she really did make your fantasies come true in that very moment. In your state of mind you had no chance to reject her again, you were already dripping wet simply by her words. “Thought of you taking me with your strap..” You mumbled before taking the toy in your mouth, making sure to give Agatha a nice show, her eyes on hers as you hollowed your cheek as if she could really feel it. Agatha’s cheeks turned red as she saw you being so obedient and eager for her, yet she pulled your head deeper on the toy causing you to gag. “It’s too big mommy, I can’t-“ But she just helped you moving your head up and down the toy, ignoring your whines. “Ye stop can baby, you know mommy will make it fit. You’re gonna take it like the good girl you are for me.” She was moaning, a sound that made your core tingle immediately. You hadn’t expected that sleeping with your professor would feel so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Once she was satisfied and the toy all wet she stuffed it back into her pants, pulled you up and pinned you against the restroom wall, kissing you deeply, her tongue pushing past your lips without a warning. You tried to keep up with her but she kissed you so hungrily like she’d been starving for your kisses, which in fact she really had been. Eventually she slapped your ass, pushing you out of the restroom stall before leaving to get to her car, trusting you to follow behind as you suddenly seemed quite consent with everything she did to you.

You said your goodbyes to your friends before you made your way out of the club and over to the parking slots. The older woman was sitting behind the steering wheel of a white mustang, honking to get your attention. Quickly you went inside, Agatha’s hand immediately wrapped around your thigh, her fingertips running along your skin underneath your dress, as she drove to her house. “Wear something looser the next time and no panties, could fuck you with my fingers while going home. God you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” She almost moaned as she clearly went over the speed limit, eventually pulling up in the driveway.

No matter how badly she wanted you, she still took her time to open the car door for you and picked you up, carrying you inside her quite big house, the lights turning themselves on as she entered the hallway, closing the door behind her. As soon as the door fell shut behind her she pinned you against the door and her own body, kissing you hungrily as she made quick work with the zipper on your dress, pulling it down impatiently. Her hands roamed your body and somehow you started enjoying feeling her hands on your skin and your lips in your own, moaning out her name as she ripped off your favourite lingerie. Once you’ve been stripped completely she picked you up once again and headed straight to her bedroom, throwing you onto the queen sized soft bed while she stepped out of her suit, leaving nothing but her big strap on around her hips. As she approached you, you spread your legs almost automatically, putting your head down in her pillow that smelled just like her, taking in her scent while she positioned herself between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful underneath my body, baby. Much better than I could’ve ever imagined and trust me I’ve imagined this a lot.” And you believed every single word she said, nothing really took you by surprise anymore. After all you were about to be fucked by your professor, something you didn’t even dare to dream of. “Gonna fill you up so good and you’re gonna take it so well like the good little slut you are for me.” With that she thrusted her hips forward, letting your hole suck her in completely, pulling a soft cry from your lips as she started pounding into you roughly, her hands gripping the headboard of her bed while yours gripped her pretty white sheets. The older woman moaned out softly when the bottom of the strap pressed against her clit, making her feel just as good as she was making you feel. Your mouth was shaped like an O as you restlessly let out sweet little moans every time she hit the back of you, causing a little bulge on your stomach. “That’s my pretty little thing, look at you taking me so deep you can even see my cock right here.” She smirked, encouraged by the view she had of your beautiful smeared make up, and picked up her speed even more, the sound of skin hitting skin breaking the silence. You buried your head in her pillows, trying to stiffly her moans but she just wrapped her hand around your throat, making you look at her while she fucked you restlessly. Very soon you felt the knot in your stomach tightening and by the way the woman was starting to wine as well you could tell she was just as close. “Need you to cum with me okay baby? ‘M so very close.” She whined loudly, desperately fucking into you again and again until she cried out softly along with you, both of you cumming hardly, causing her to slow down and pull out, watching your cum drip down your thighs.

Agatha didn’t give you much time to recover, instead she dove right into your pussy, burying her tongue inside you as she cleaned you from your arousal, moaning at the taste she’d been craving for so long. Once she’d found you clean enough she laid down on her back and lifted you onto her, positioning you over her strap before sinking you down on it. Your head was still spinning from the alcohol and first orgasm when you found yourself filled to the brim once again. “Ride me.” It was a short and easy command but it took you maybe a little too long to realise what she wanted from you. Soon two strong hands wrapped around your waist, guiding you up and down while you moved along, her hips pushing up and down in the rhythm. “Please it’s too much, I’m too sensitive I can’t!” Salty tears started running down your red cheeks as you shook your head, but her hands were to strong and simply kept moving you the way she wanted it. “Yes you can baby, let me do the thinking for you okay?” Gently she ran her hand over your cheek to wipe your tears, yet not stalling her movements. “You’re already making me wet with your arousal sweetie, that means your body wants it right? I know you’ve been dreaming of me fucking you like this since ages. So why don’t you just close your eyes and enjoy?” And you did, you closed your eyes once you’d calmed down and allowed her to speed up her movements, both of you moaning almost in sync. After a while you actually found yourself enjoying the way she took care of you, the way she made you feel so damn good like no one ever did before. You found yourself close to the edge after a few more minutes, and came into her strap once again. Panting you laid down on the older woman’s chest, who was gently running her fingers over your back, the strap still buried inside your pussy where it’d stay during the night. “You’re okay baby, you did so very well for me. Shh.. go to sleep. You’re gonna need that energy for tomorrow. There’s so many more things I want to do to you before class.”

E. Vano

This is the second time someone working on coven of chaos has compared it to AHS…a tv show a certain actor from Wandavision is known for….hmm….

I wanna hear theories.

*Via Joe Locke Instagram, picture of Coven of Chaos Set.

Countdown to Agatha: Day 773

Wanda: “Agatha - are you trying to boil yourself alive in the shower? Your skin looks kind of…red”

Y/N: “You’d think you’d avoid hot temperatures, you know? Especially given your association with the trials in Salem and witchcraft-“

Agatha: “No. I’ve told you NUMEROUS times that in Salem witches were hung, not burned - uncultured swine”

Y/N: “Ohhhh - so what were you doing then? Trying to boil a lobster?”

Agatha, sarcastically: “Haha, very, very funny.”

Wanda: “Yeah, because you’re the lobster!”

Y/N: “If you think about it, both lobsters and Agatha come from Maine-”

Wanda: “- and all I’m saying is have you ever seen them both in the same room?”

Agatha: “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LITERALLY DRESSES ENTIRELY IN RED”

Emo Wanda: Stop telling me what to do!

Y/N: Eat me out.

Emo Wanda: Okay tell me what to do.

i get liking a character a lot but if yall shit on the agatha harkness show bc of the chance wanda won’t be on it- that’s just stupid. it’s not wanda’s show, not everything is about her alright? if she does show up, that’s cool but im watching for agatha bc she can bring so many new things to the mcu

SAPPHIC AGATHA REAAALL

(i genuinely hope it’s gonna get confirmed. also agatha being married to aubrey’s character👀)

disney+ if you kick every sapphic off your platform...,...,,,

who will be watching coven of chaos🤨🤨

PIETRO COULD HAVE JUST CHOSEN TO STAY IN SOKOVIA AND HELP THEM REBUILD

HE DIDN'T NEED TO DIE IN ORDER TO BE ABSENT FROM MCU MOVIES

HE COULD HAVE JUST CHOSEN TO NOT BE AN AVENGER AND THEN HE COULD HAVE SAVED CLINT WITHOUT GETTING SHOT WHICH WOULD MAKE SENSE SINCE HE'S A SPEEDSTER!

Also we could have gotten a scene where Clint thanked him for saving him and asks how he can repay him, Pietro is about to leave for Sokovia and looks back at Wanda after they've said their goodbyes and just tells Clint "Protect her." And then in Infinity War Vision and Wanda could mention visiting family while they were in hiding.

THEN when the snap happens, Pietro immediately goes looking for Wanda and finds out shes gone. He'd then go searching for Clint and would find him in his home before he becomes Ronin and because Pietro is a bit of a hothead, he loses it when he finds out Clint wasn't there to protect Wanda which would send Clint even more over the edge. (This would all have to be explained in the Hawkeye series because Disney would have had to take over 20th Century Fox first)

After everyone comes back, Wanda looks for Vision's body and Tyler Hayward mentions looking for Wanda's next of kin (as a desperate act to reanimate Vision) and not being able to find anyone. So Wanda assumes Pietro is dead which leads to her believing that she has no one now.

Then, the moment we find out that Fietro is really just Ralph Bohner, Monica hears a chuckle from the doorway and in a familar accent someone says "You didn't see that coming?" And then hard cut to the next scene. Then have a scene toward the end after Wanda leaves where Pietro sees her leaving and starts to follow her.

Now you have the anticipation of long separated siblings reuniting after both believing the other to be dead. Pietro has purpose that makes sense for his character and isn't just for the plot of one movie and then disposed of.

It also presents the possibility of Pietro reuniting with Wanda after the events MoM and him making a promise that he'd never abandon her but honestly, you could do so much with his character at this point in time.

(Bonus points if Ralph and Pietro have an enemies to friends relationship)

All I'm saying is if he didn't die, with the right writers he would have added a lot to the movies.